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who-do-i-know-this-man · 11 months

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Alright, looks like my dearest blorbo lost, so here's my long anticipated post mortem propaganda post for her and the 15 dollar game bundle that blew me away. For decency's sake, i'm sealing the meat of this post behind a read more, so as to not accidentally colour of the skies everyone who follows this tourney. (Or at least i'm going to try to. Tumblr is weird, and apologies if it does not work.)

One fateful day, I purchased the Bundle For Ukraine from itch.io. While I was initially put off by the seemingly bargain bin quality of most of the games, I ultimately decided it was worth it. I donated, got the games, and perused through them for anything eye catching. I found Celeste, Zeroranger, a couple of cute tools…

And a little game called Crosscode.

I was… intrigued. I'd saw this game once or twice before, and I was curious. Figuring that it couldn't hurt to try it, I downloaded the game and started it up.

Crosscode turned out to be a very good game.

And most of that was because of the main character:

Lea.

In summary, Crosscode is an action rpg game made by Radical Fish and released fully on pc in 2018, with console ports later. It follows the story of Lea, a woman who wakes up inside a futuristic MMO set on a moon in a distant galaxy, where players physically control avatars made out of a high tech substance known as Instant Matter (think hard light holograms, and that's pretty much it.), as she's guided by a programmer in order to recover her lost memories. I can go on and on about just how amazing the game is: how the plot takes a turn from "generic mmo isekai esque" to if someone decided to adapt one of the better black mirror episodes into an action rpg, how polished the combat and puzzles are, and how incredible the music is, but that's not what the main purpose of this tourney is. It's to tell you just how good of a character Lea is.

Lea is the main protagonist/player character, a rather shy woman with a real competitive spirit and a cheeky attitude, once she warms up to someone. A major part of her character is due to a major glitch in her avatar's voice module, she's mute (aside from a couple of hardcoded words her programmer friend could put in). "A silent protagonist?" you may ask me. "Like, a player avatar that is deliberately left without any strong characterisation as to allow nearly anyone to insert themselves into?" Nope! Instead of being a blank slate for projection, Lea expresses an incredible amount of character through simply inflection and facial expression.

This is only a PART of her spritesheet! Only a smidge, and i'm not even getting into the special sprites she has for certain story events.

Throughout the story, Lea has to tackle difficulties with not being able to communicate as well with players and NPCs, along with typical mmo difficulties, all while she unravels the dark mysteries of what's really going on behind the scenes of Crossworlds...

Despite her difficulties, she's always treated with respect by the game's narrative, which can be seen with the many interactions between her and the surrounding cast (all mainly expressed through her many sprites).

A few of my favourite moments of hers include:

Annoying her programmer friend:

Her reaction to her horns:

Her absolute freak out at being held by a five year old:

Her absolutely intending to get into more antics after a certain sidequest:

And if you need any more motivation to play this amazing game, here's the special reactions she gets when you turn on the New Game Plus cheat that gives you insane damage with every hit:

Yes, the devs made specific sprites just for when you play new game plus with a certain cheat.

Please, do yourself a favour and play Crosscode. It's like twenty bucks on steam without a sale. It's what Sword Art Online would be if it didn't completely suck. It's disability culture. It's the world's best single player MMO. It's a Black Mirror's White Christmas episode adapted into a video game.

And most of all... it has Lea.

Wow. Well unfortunately it seems that read more does not work in asks.

#asks #not blorbo poll #propaganda?#long post #really long post

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georges-chambers · 7 days

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1, 5, 7, 15, 20 and 30 for the ask game? :3

Oh hello and thank you, these are very intriguing.

1. "What are 3 things you'd say shaped you into who you are?"

If I really had to pick out specific things which happened and not just basic cultural/literal upbringing: The sort of breakdown I went through between 2022 and 2023 (time blended together so much it's hard to tell when and where one started and where one ended), getting really into Classic and some new Doctor Who when I was like 12 and never fully leaving (which also made me intrigued by those old men), and getting into the Terror and the people I've met through my interest in it (the culmination of wanting to fuck thode old men).

5. "What made you start your blog?'

Technically speaking, soon after I watched the Terror originally last July or so, I'd talk a lot to friends I had who didn't watch/weren't into it, and eventually one suggested I make this because, 'Ships boy as a gender sounds like something that'd do numbers on tumblr'. I eventually did, forgetting to post about exactly that until someone else already kind of had. Needless to say that I'm always glad I did that because I've met many incredible Terror fans through it.

7. What scares you the most and why?

Emotionally, practically? Probably abandonment or something. Literally, physically, and impractically (in that it's very unlikely)? Chimpanzees and gorillas and the thought of being stuck in a room with one. Chimps get alarmed very quickly at Nothing and very violent soon after. Gorillas don't necessarily but I find them hard to look at. So if this scenario somehow ever happened I'd just try to find the easiest, least painful way to lose consciousness possible. Somewhere in between is bugs and dogs. I've had a bit of a phobia of dogs from a young age but in an odd way. It's not a conscious fear, and if I could just force myself not to have it, knowing consciously a dog won't do anything to me, I would, but it hasn't worked. In all of my life. Despite how many people seem to think it will. Looking at them, in pictures or irl, is okay, it's the smell, feeling, and vicinity that does more. And the bigger the easier overwhelming. Similar is true of bugs but this is more 'common' so people certainly don't take it as a personal insult when I feel that way about bugs. And like. Consciously, emotionally? I love both, honestly. But I Do Not control that fear. Trust me when I say I've tried.

15. "What do you think of when you hear the word 'home'?"

A house. Almost suburban-looking. This is strange because I dont live in one. I haven't for most of my life, generally. And it's unclear, hazy, like an old child's drawing.

20. Favourite things about the night?

It's much quieter. I can actually feel like I'm not being watched and listened to by anyone. And I love to see the way it could be so dark, but it's not. The things humans can do have changed that, so completely, which, good or bad, amazes me to see and understand.

30. "What's one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?"

The Sea. In whatever form. Also of course many parts of the Terror and Moby Dick, but god. The Sea and seeing/hearing about it might not like. Fix everything, and make me permanently happier, but it Will sooth me. So much.

Once again, thank you for asking all of these, and I hope you enjoyed the answers.

#ask game

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fancyshooting · 9 months

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ocelot and love has been a topic I've wanted to write about for a long time. hope neither of you mind if I answer you both together. I want to make it very clear that the only reason for my scepticism is because we're talking about ocelot, my favourite character of all time in anything, ever. I feel like I dreamt him up sometimes. it does not come from a place of malice. I want to have the most thorough understanding of my fave and I don't want to misinterpret him. I also wouldn't show doubt without having a canonical basis for it. I'm only interested in what we are told in canon

it's undeniably true that the driving force of the series is ocelot's love for bb. you've given examples like the mgs4 kiss achievement literally saying the word "love" in japanese. since I've only ever been concerned with cold hard evidence like this, I used to believe ocelot was in love with bb, too. back when I first got into mgs, I was convinced that he was gay. shipping has never really appealed to me regardless of the series/characters but I actually liked bosselot. I used to read fanfic, something I don't usually do. I even wrote some of my own (that no one will ever ever ever be allowed to read). once I really started to think about ocelot, the way I saw their relationship/dynamic changed. my thoughts on that are probably clearest in the post I made about the westerns mentioned in mgs3, which is the first game we learn about the "true" ocelot, rather than the persona he adopts. we learn about his abduction as a baby, his oppressive upbringing, his connection to the boss and why bb is so important to him. obviously I've spent a tragic length of time writing about ocelot, so I'm no longer content to condense everything about his character into "he was in love with bb". I know this is a wildly unpopular opinion to have, especially on tumblr, but I'm only sharing it because I've been asked. I don't think ocelot being in love with bb is clear cut canon, like the anon before said. it is a matter of interpretation and I do not mean that to sound dismissive

there are multiple instances of the word "love" being used in relation to ocelot and bb. here's a list:

• the emblem for the "you're pretty good" trophy in mgs4 is "love" in japanese

• kojima describing the relationship between snake and ocelot as part of his commentary on mgs3:

「スネークとオセロットはひと目会ったときから、お互いに気になっているんです。純愛です」

"Snake and Ocelot have been interested in each other since the moment they first met. It's a pure love."

• this line after ocelot praises snake for surviving the colonel's torture in the novel (not strictly canon but kojima-approved):

「それは皮肉などではなく、本物の親愛の情動だった。」

"It was not sarcasm, but a genuine, affectionate sentiment."

• mgs3 leaked casting doc description of ocelot:

「常にしのがれることの畏怖に、オセロットはスネークを尊敬し深い愛情を抱くようになる。」

"In the awe of constant shunning, Ocelot comes to respect and develop a deep affection for Snake."

I've always been hesitant to share this because although I find it interesting, I do NOT understand japanese and I always make that clear when I post machine translated text. mgs is a japanese game series, originally written in japanese, so the connotations of certain phrases will be lost on non-native japanese speakers. there will be cultural references that we will not understand and nuances we are unable to comprehend. the explanations and translations I post here are inadequate and should never, ever be taken as fact. I rely on machine translation, online dictionaries and forums. this is based only on my own understanding after minimal research and I am ALWAYS happy to be corrected.

every one of the above examples uses one of a multitude of japanese words for "love": 愛 - pronounced "ai". translated directly, it does mean "love" in english and it can be used romantically. however, it's a term used to convey other forms of love too, many of which I believe are overlooked in favour of romantic love. this explanation is talking specifically about romantic love but the depth of feeling fits ocelot imo:

there's also this from an article by journalist based in japan in which he briefly describes the same phrase kojima uses in the mgs3 commentary:

those two examples were both romantic lol... but I'm using them because of the way they explain "ai" love as being all-consuming and selfless. it seems to be a charged word full of nuance and depth. this is the type of love mentioned in every example of ocelot being "in love" with bb. it's not an exclusively romantic word and changes meaning depending on context

"fallen for him?" and "in love with the legend" are not as simple in japanese as they appear in english either:

「伝説の英雄に惚れ込んでいるだ。」

"She's in love with the legend"

「惚れたのか?」

"Fallen for him?"

this is from the interview with kojima in mgs3: the countdown:

「スネークを追いかけるうちに、ほれこんでしまう。」

"As he chases after Snake, he falls in love with him. "

these examples all use variations of the word 「惚れ込む」, pronounced "horeru". direct translations to english give "to fall in love". the following screenshots are explanations from people who are japanese and/or based in japan, i.e. people far more qualified to explain this than I am:

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I'm well aware that this the most pedantic, joyless post but as I said, I want to have the fullest understanding of ocelot's character and this is part of that. for me, a lot of indecisiveness on the exact nature of ocelot's love for bb comes from reading about "horeru" in particular, especially since the above screenshot mentions allegiance to a boss. my thoughts on their relationship are all over this blog, so I'm not going to write more of the same here. imo there's not enough solid canonical evidence to entirely convince me that ocelot is romantically or sexually attracted to bb. there are lines or actions that can be interpreted as such but those have valid alternative explanations, too. his feelings are deep and nuanced and I don't think the english translation can convey them properly

thanks for the ask x2

#BOSSELOT TRUTHERS GET DOWN #sorry if this disappoints anyone #I'm genuinely trying to understand ocelot #unsatisfied with how I've worded things but hopefully the screenshots alone are explanation enough lol...#mgs #metal gear solid #revolver ocelot #ask

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lettherebemonsters · 11 months

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char𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍.

== BASICS

NAME :Dom/ Spooky

PRONOUNS : I’m a girl

ZODIAC SIGN : Pisces for the western calendar, Monkey for the Eastern calendar (I’m a damn sea monkey wtf)

TAKEN OR SINGLE : Single :D

== THREE FACTS

I had a clown puppet hanging in the corner of my wall as a kid for well over ten years. That little blue jester scared the piss outta because he watched me in my sleep. Now I love clowns and killer clowns. :D

I haven’t played video games since college. So well over 5-6 years. And honestly I don’t miss it too much. FPS was always better IMO than multiplayer.

I’m Sicilian-American and Roman Catholic. Both of these are extremely important parts of my culture and upbringing and I have VERY little patience with anyone who talks shit about it to my face. So just be careful who you decide to mouth off to.....

== EXPERIENCE

PLATFORMS USED : Deviant, Youtube, Facebook.......now it’s strictly Tumblr that I RP. Facebook messenger I use for my friends and recently I got Whatsapp for family.

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES :Definitely prefer plotting stuff. Memes are a great start though if you prefer going that way. I’m definitely not good at just winging it lol.

== MUSE PREFERENCE

GENDER : I tend to prefer writing males but I have written females too. It’s just most of my favorite fictional characters are guys. :/

MULTI OR SINGLE : Multi. I just add a new muse when I get the vibe but at he downside of everyone and their mom asking me to play a character I lost all my interest in playing.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S) :Probably from people who passed away? Though if it’s like from an old movie I can live with it to a degree (like using Colin Clive or Elvis as FCs.)

== FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT

FLUFF: Fluff makes me feel soft and cuddly. XD Definitely something I like doing when I’m in a funk.

ANGST: My favorite of them all lol. I LOVE making everything so angsty and literally all my muses are angsty.

SMUT: I’ve been threatened on Tumblr over writing smut and that’s why I only really write NSFW or talk about it outright with people I trust. Because there are children on this website who are literal little shits that should be grounded.

tagged by: Stole it from @themiserablesmiilingkiller :3

tagging: @disasters-of-dbd, @forestherm1t, @khalaesi, @technicianbunny, @iblewthewhistle, @soulsbetrayed, @mcnomaniametus, @greeneyedfaunus, @superrstardaycare, @adoranoia, @wiredupclown, @unknownxloomis, @rpdbdge, @ask-twins, @dcwnthercbbithcle, @feralreason, @cfgcdsandmcnsters, @wrongarmofthelaw, @apocalypta-secundus, @queenxfchaos, @silvcrignis, @manufactoredxafterxdark, @kingoftheravens, @facinorousfigures, @numquamvincar, @outbreaksurvived, @prettyxlittlexwitch, @jigsawfcrged, @radioactivedadbod, @infinityprincess, @sleepy-quentin, @charmbag, @itscreame, @entitytcken, @funtimes-n-faz-kids, @the-blackened-dove, @fxundingfxther, @muutos, @chrchgrl, @kostenkill, @blot-squisher, @bianfu, @funbonded, @sinners-inc, @trapton, @squidmanalamort, @swineblood, @idolkills, @michaelaftonvariations, @mechanicaldance, @profanecenser, @pumpkinstabs, @ask-the-boogeyman (and whoever wants to do this!)

#christened on a Tuesday! (Memes)#rave to the grave (out of character)

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brooklynislandgirl · 1 year

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Don't know if this applies but T.M.I . for the Mun- What and who influences Beth as a Muse the most? Or did inspiration come from else where?

TMI Tuesday || Always Accepting

I am so sorry you asked this, Nonnymouse, but here we go. First, let me tell you, I've been a writer for a very long time. I was a reader by the age of four, and by the age of eight, I was outlining and writing my first novel. When I was 14, my friends at school introduced me to a tabletop rpg {Advanced Dungeons and Dragons 2nd. Edition: Dragonlance}. Role-play and writing have been lifelong past times and I become very involved in character creation. Fast-forward to 2014 when I saw CA: The Winter Soldier. Now of course I knew pertinent parts of the story from having been a comic book collector for some years, but there was something about the movie and the portrayal of SebStan that hurt my heart. I started to think the boy needed, in no particular order, a bath, a hug, a warm blanket, a kiss on the forehead, and a grilled cheese sandwich cut in half, diagonally. Two of my nearest and dearest suggested that maybe I write some fanfic, so I set about thinking about what kind of person would make a very good friend for Bucky Barnes. The first thing I decided was he would need someone who wouldn't be afraid of him, initially, and maybe someone who could patch up the kinds of wounds he might have after you know, someone dropped the Treskelion on him. Then I decided that she would need the kind of flexibility to drop everything for the sake of our tragic hero if need be, or to provide him with resources that he might need.

I wanted her to not fit into the mainstream. I wanted her to have a connection to the world without overshadowing the canons that already existed. I knew she would be Riley's sister. So she had to be part Irish. It was Beth herself who told me she was that, but more importantly, that she was Polynesian. Hawai'ian to be specific. It took me almost a year to learn about Hawai'i, the people and culture, the food and dress, the struggles of the people, and to teach myself how to read and write the language, and the slang {Pidgin}. It took me even longer to find a face claim for her and for Andy both. Eventually, when we were both happy with her bare bones/history, I decided that I wanted to get a sort of "feel" for her, and that's when Stoat {my roomie extraordinaire over at @morgansmornings} told me about Tumblr and told me maybe I could try her out here.

2016, in September, she made her debut. The first three people who ever befriended me were another OC {@multi-mused}, a John Constantine {I miss you, Nick!}, and a Loki { @lokitheliesmith}, the first and latter whom I still play with! And while I did make Beth for Bucky, she grew and changed and became a little breathing being all of her own. Some of her background stems from my own, some of her personality from my nearest and dearest friend, but like a child you have and raise, she had some fundamentals, but ultimately she created herself, evolved and changed based on her experiences and circumstances, and she's her own person now.

some influences include: 1. The lyrics for this song. 2. This tabletop role playing game, arguably my most favourite. 3. Just how cute and tiny is Kristin Kreuk? 4. And honest to goodness, all of you who have interacted with her, leaving your own marks on her, to which I am grateful for. If that isn't the questions you were asking, then please feel free to ask others, dm me, or hit me up on disco. <3

#Mahalo!Nonnymouse <3 <3 #The Turtle Speaks|Answered Asks

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iridescentxstars · 6 months

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ Rules/Guidelines ੈ✩‧₊˚

Come on in, take a seat, pick up a story and immerse yourself. While you're welcome to come and go as you please, here are some rules and guidelines, some little things to be aware of when diving into the abyss.

ೃ⁀➷ For those who know me, hello~ for those who don't, Kia ora, my name is Ayla and I am your writer for the time you are here. Here are some quick facts about myself to make us more acquainted:

I am 30 years old. My pronouns are she/her. I'm an introvert, Picses, and my MBTI is INFJ-T.

I come from a small country called New Zealand (Aotearoa) and come from a mixed cultural background. I'm a New Zealand European/Maori and proud of my heritage.

I have recently finished university, studied Commerical Music (Industry Major), run a small events business, and work part-time. I am also a parent and manage two social media accounts.

I'm a double ult bias: Kim Jongin and Bang Chan.

I also collect PCs and albums. If you ever want to see my collection, I would love to share! Show me yours as well!

My favourite colour is blue, the best animals are all animals, and coffee is my lifeblood.

ೃ⁀➷ This account is for those 18+. If you are under the age of 18 and are still on my account — you will be blocked. Any blank blogs will also be blocked. Add a header, reblog posts, and engage with people — don't look like a Tumblr pornbot with a random name and no activity.

ೃ⁀➷ Always remember that I do this for free. Unless someone wants to support my work by donating a ko-fi, my time and energy are unpaid, and everything that I do takes hours to create, so please remember that appreciating that goes a long way.

ೃ⁀➷ In the past, I used to write for many different idols but to keep myself motivated, I will focus more on my ults. There may be times when other idols are written but for now, I will mostly write for Jongin or Chan.

ೃ⁀➷ Requests may rarely be taken. Now and again, I will put up a poll for what shall be written next with small summaries but requests themselves will not be accepted due to inspiration. Drabble games are the only exception but even then, not all submissions will be accepted.

ೃ⁀➷ Drabble games are opened on occasion. You can send in whatever you like but make sure to follow the rules of each game. When sending in a submission, please be aware of how functional it is as in the past, some people have sent submissions that are far too complicated for a small drabble or don't work at all. Failure to follow the rules of a game will result in the ask being deleted.

ೃ⁀➷ It may take time for a drabble to be done, there is no set time on when things will be written and it is all up to inspiration. This goes for all my writing, I try to be as quick and efficient as I can be but I do spend a lot of time working on these so I want to make sure they are as close to perfect as I can get. I apologise in advance for any waiting you will have to endure.

ೃ⁀➷ Do not pressure me into writing something. Whether it's pushing to get a series completed or wanting a certain scenario, these will not be tolerated. You are allowed to show your support and excitement for something but there is a difference between "can't wait for the next part" and "when are you going to finish x chapter?"

ೃ⁀➷ As a growing writer, I am always experimenting with new ways of bringing stories to life. This can include but is not limited to: different tropes/AUs, lore, POV, reader insert, OC, and genres. Every story will contain details of what they contain so if you don't want to read something, you are warned at the very start.

ೃ⁀➷ I do not write for any members of Monsta X, married idols, idols involved in scandals, or anything that makes me personally uncomfortable.

ೃ⁀➷ While this account is a safe space for anyone who is over the age of 18, I will say that I am someone who writes based off of myself and my worldview. I do not write mxm, I try to avoid mentioning race, and I write majority fem characters. There is the odd occasion where my fics can be gender-neutral but for transparency, I do want to state this. I struggle to write things I cannot connect with, one day I may be able to but as of right now, if you are wanting specific aspects, I can recommend writers who do these amazingly instead.

ೃ⁀➷ Some of the stories I write may be triggering for some audiences. I try my best to trigger warn as much as I possibly can but there may be some things that I do not deem serious enough to warn or may not see as a trigger myself. Feel free to let me know of anything that I miss.

ೃ⁀➷ Any story that is rated [M] (mature), please automatically assume that it contains any of the following: drinking/smoking, swearing. I will not be warning about these.

ೃ⁀➷ I know that Tumblr is home of the 'reader-insert' community but as I have stated in the past, sometimes a story is better told (and easier to tell) with an OC. This may mean fully describing and naming the character or this may be as simple as only describing them. To those who may complain about this, please do remember that most books that you'll read in your life outside of fanfiction are all OC characters.

ೃ⁀➷ Some stories may switch between different character POV, these will now be stated when it changes. Some may be written from the first, second or third POV, this always depends on what is best for the story.

ೃ⁀➷ To support me and my work, you are welcome to send me a coffee or sign up to my Patreon. These aren't at all obligations.

ೃ⁀➷ The best support you can give is feedback and reblogs. Likes do not help my stories get out there. Tell me what you like, what you loved, how you felt, whether in my ask box, DMs, commenting on the post, in the reblogs or screaming in the tags - it all means the world to me and pushes me to write more.

ೃ⁀➷ You are welcome to speak to me if you are inspired by something and want to create something to go with it e.g. video edits, gifs, continuations. Please speak to me before doing so and do not upload anywhere else without my permission.

ೃ⁀➷ Do not send hate. If you don't like me or my stories, block and move on. Any anon hate will simply be ignored and deleted. I'm too old for high school bullshit and will not engage in petty drama.

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ೃ⁀➷ Do not plagiarise my work. All my stories are copyrighted from the moment I created them. If I do have some similarities to other ideas, these are merely coincidental, and any direct inspiration will be credited.

Divider credit to @firefly-graphics

#ೃ⁀➷ miss gom speaks #・❥・rules

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no1islost · 1 year

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I'm sorry that something is making you anxious while stuck at home and not feeling well, that really sucks... I wish I could help somehow, but I've put together some questions if you need to take your mind off things for a while:

1) Some of your favourite shows from your childhood

2) Favourite food/comfort food (if they're different)

3) If you were to say a lie, what would it most likely be about?

4) Are you good at cooking? If so, what's your favourite thing to prepare?

5) Do you have any particular phobia?

6) And, since we're on the subject, when you're sick, what do you usually do to take care of yourself/spend the time?

Hope this will be able to distract you a tiny bit and that you'll feel better soon <3

Friend, you are so extremely sweet and thoughtful and I appreciate you so much! This literally warmed my heart and was super helpful. I hope that you are feeling better with your cold, too. Thanks for sending a sweet distraction, and I am always available to do the same for you if you ever need it!

I grew up with top tier cartoons in the 90s! I used to be obsessed with Dragon Ball and Dragon Ball Z and InuYasha. But also loved cartoons like Hey Arnold, Rugrats, Rocko's Modern Life, Aaah! Real Monsters, Totally Spies...there's too many to list! I did go through an Anime phase (and still have an appreciation for it.) And I forever love Spongebob LOL I still make Spongebob references!

I love pizza with my whole heart. I've had pizza in Italy and it changed my life.

I'd never admit that I read fanfics IRL. Only to one of my besties, but even though she doesn't know what I read/how much I read.

I have the potential, but I don't do it all that often. I do enjoy it though! Cooking is a huge part of my culture, though. I actually cooked my first Christmas meal for my parents last weekend. It was my first time ever cooking a whole turkey and I must say it came out pretty delish!

I actually have trypophobia!! It's such a strange thing! I'm scared of other things, like heights and bugs, but that in particular gets a primal reaction out of me. I also have a fear of throwing up lol

If I'm able to, I try and rest as much as I can. Been playing some video games, reading, drawing, and trying to stay hydrated. Fortunately I'm on winter break, so I can be resting. It's hard when I'm at work though and don't have the time. I think I'm gonna try and get some fresh air today, too!

Seriously, though, thank you for your friendship and for always being so kind and supportive. 🥹 You are a huge part of why Tumblr is my safe space! I'm going to ask you these questions in your ask box now, so be prepared!!

#My mutuals are so kind #💕#I am here for all of you as well!#anytime!

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solacefruit · 1 year

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Hi! I think I sent an ask in for this game months ago, but in case I did not - 22, 26 and 38?

Hello there! This is the only ask from you I got, so I'm going to guess that the old one got chomped up by tumblr. Good thing you sent this one again!

22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

Titles are always first for me. Nearly all of them are a line from the song that sparked the story, or otherwise really informed the feel of the work. I'm absolute garbage at naming stories myself so I love being able to snatch an already peer-reviewed and eye-catching lyric and put it to work for me instead, heh.

Plus, it's a tried-and-true part of fanfiction culture on AO3 and there's no need to reinvent the wheel! Given the whole transformative aspect of fanfiction, it's nice to intentionally lean into the meta-connectivity of this creative practice etc. etc., rather than put on airs like I'm not writing fan stories about a fantasy cat series intended for kids.

26. What’s your least favourite part of the writing process?

For my own work, probably editing! I've been a professional editor for academic non-fiction and fiction / tabletop role-play games (and still freelance from time to time), and I love that work and really enjoy getting to work on those projects.

But editing my own work is considerably less fun. Sometimes I'll only give it a light brush over before pulling the trigger, Piglet posting on AO3, because I don't want to get stuck in the weeds and tinkering with it for evermore.

38. What is your most self-indulgent posted story?

Absolutely The Candlebark Letters. Before I started it I knew it would be a time-sink that almost no-one would care to read, because it commits several AO3 sins -- main OC, no relationship, in a massive massive fandom tag, epistolatory, overall slow + boring, etc. etc.; and that's completely fine with me.

I have no doubt there are some lovely people who have user subscriptions for me on AO3 who are like god damn it every time they get pinged because I posted a new letter instead of literally anything else they follow me for. But unfortunately, I will keep doing it.

#reply #thank you for writing in!

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lobotomy-maybe-bestie · 4 months

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for the ask game: 3, 19, 26 👻

3. What's your biggest tumblr pet peeve(s)?

I know it's become a part of tumblr but my god the search function is so fucking bad. also if i search by most popular i wish tumblr would actually sort things based on notes and not ??? who knows what weird algorithm. sometimes (like when looking for a viral post or specific meme) you want the original and not the more recent copies of it. i don't even know what the criteria is for "most popular" it seems to just be completely random. one note posts next to thousand note ones. not to mention how the search function never gives you what you're looking for but you're Always sure to have at least one [character] x reader fanfic in there. why. i miss the days where you could specify that you only want search results that are TAGGED what you searched. yes this still works but it takes you to a weirdly designed in-lay window that is just impossible to navigate on mobile.

19. If you could change one thing about tumblr culture, what would it be?

dude bring ask culture back. i recently realised how bored i was just using tumblr how most people use it nowadays. like a sort of superior pinterest. i just. ig i wish people would take some time to ask follow up questions when they see a personal post about some kind of cool story or say something nice in the asks when someone isn't feeling well. also ask games lmao. like even a few years ago my dash was Full of ask games and i was just always too shy to ask or thought "well what do i care" but it's not really about whether or not you care what someone's favourite color or animal is... it's more about the interaction and attention and that's not a bad thing. idk i just. am bummed that it went away. i would ask everyone stuff now.

26. Share an unpopular opinion you have RE: tumblr etiquette

i think if you screenshot or copy someone's tags to put in a post you should credit them. it's not a big issue it's just fairer yknow.

also more specific but i Hate that post that's going around where a picture tells you to click on the alt description and when you do it has like a heartwarming message or whatever idk it just feels off to me to use disability accomidations to be qirky ig. might just be me idk. i love ids that add to the joke though like when a post is like behold! a banana and it's a picture of a white cat in yellow light like curled slightly and then the id just describes that cut and dry? that's both funny And doesn't misuse accomidation tools

#ask game #tumblr culture #thank u for the askkkkk

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Wren full playthrough part 6. Notable mods for this part: Private Message Terminal, Casual Hubs, Tali Remastered (full modlist linked under the readmore along with other generic information about this playthrough)

youtube playlist / tumblr masterpost

Highlights and timestamps:

00:00 The Docking Bay. Commentary from Garrus again, scanning a lone Keeper.

01:00 Chat with Udina, chat with Anderson.

08:45 Speech to the crew.

10:30 Chat with Joker. Prime example of "things in-game do not go as in-blog", lol. So... Wren would know Joker is sick. She'd still ask him directly about it though because information from the person themself rather than from a file = better. But she definitely wouldn't question his ability to fly the ship, etc. Instead of asking how he does his job, she's going to ask if there are any accommodations that'd help him; her ship now, so one of the first financial decisions she makes is to buy whatever Joker needs for disability aid on board, if anything is missing.

13:52 Chat with Pressly. Good example of the manner she shuts down xenophobic talk? Gently but firmly. Not-on-her-ship, but more useful to probe into why people feel that way than to get angry about it.

16:00 Captain's quarters, private terminal messages. The mod that adds the private terminal to the first game is!! My new favourite omg.

21:23 Chat with Kaidan.

22:18 Chat with Garrus. They have some conflicting views as well at the start.

23:59 Chat with Ashley.

24:49 Chat with Wrex. Also... not like thiiiis! She would never compare the Genophage to the First Contact War. Like she might ask about it but in a way less -gestures- dismissive manner.

28:00 Chat with Engineer Adams.

30:23 Chat with Tali. It's a long chat, OK.

General disclaimer: This is not meant to be a 1:1 to my roleplay portrayal, even if it can be used as a reference for choices and just as a general “people can watch this if they are interested/wanna know Wren/the game more” fun thing. In gameplay, I tend to exhaust dialogue options; for a lot of asking questions, Wren actually would already be aware of the answers so sometimes it’s more about wanting to show the dialogue (for people not familiar with the game) and gaining XP, other times (mostly when conversing with people about their personal experiences) she asks about things she is aware of because she wants the story from the person themselves (e.g. she might know something about someone else’s culture, but she’s going to ask anyway if the questions are welcome, to learn directly from the other person), and to show care. Also, gaming dynamics obviously have their limits.

I record everything. I edit out redundant getting lost on the map (happens a lot more than you might expect), repeat dialogue, and/or speed through leveling up, modding equipment, etc. If I am reading something while playing, I keep the text in my edits for long enough for me to be able to read (I’m a slow reader). Stuff less relevant to the story, such as planet descriptions, I keep in the video but only very briefly so that the information is there and readable if the video is paused.

I mainly record for my own reference/screencapping etc. purposes.That’s why there also are no subtitles, though I will record clips I specifically want to share with subtitles on.

You may use my videos freely for anything you wish, such as screencapping your muse if you play someone from the games etc.

I play with a galore of mods! Here’s my list of mods I currently use in this playthrough for the first game.

I always include clickable timestamps on Youtube, if you want to watch, but want to skip some parts.

#; havu gaming

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6, 8, and 10 for the ask game ❤️

Funny enough, these were three of my favorite questions in the prompt :^) good taste anon

What is your favourite part about being aromantic?

The best and worst things about being aro kind of go hand-in-hand in my experience. You're unique! But no one understands you. You defy expectations! But you never fit in with other people. You can be all alone! You're all alone. Etc. etc.

But yes, the uniqueness of it is what makes me feel comforted, especially when I put my feelings out there and other people actually understand them. Which is mostly just other aros, but still, other aromantic people are awesome. We learn so much from each other. I genuinely do feel closer to people when they tell me that they're aro and/or ace or even that they've questioned (or are questioning) that in themselves because it's like, phew. Someone who has a bit of experience in my shoes, even if we still ultimately come about it differently.

But as a creative writer, being aromantic fucking rocks. Fuck amatonormativity. Soooo much literature is amatonormativity. Especially poetry, and I know that intimately well as a goddamn poetess! I've gone on this rant before but being an aromantic poet is kind of inherently rebellious to me. I love writing about my aromanticism. Often I come to it since it's been a topic of confliction and confusion in me more than pride, but the pride comes in looking what I've done. And the creative product of an aromantic person reflecting on their experiences is always going to be subversive and interesting to me.

Do you associate anything with being ‘aromantic culture’?

I guess this kind of relates to the last question, in that, yeah, I think my poetry is pretty Aromantic Culture™ if that is a thing. Well I mean, it probably is a thing, but I'm not the moooost involved in aro or ace-spec circles online? I used to be more active in them, although never too immersed because back when I would go to blogs and pages and all that to feel affirmed, I didn't wanna be chased by the exclusionists since that was the height of Tumblr ace discourse.

And nowadays I'm just not as online as I used to be. Sometimes I see posts from other aros coming on my dash that reference an inter-community discourse that I'm just not aware of and not necessarily interested in forming a stance on? I could name examples but I kinda don't want to since I don't wanna offend anyone or invite those discussions I'm admittedly ignorant of to begin with.

I guess certain spaces on the internet are just aromantic culture to me. I don't overly personalize the things I like to be aro (unless I make them of course). Perhaps certain works of art that other people make, particularly other women when they're defying heteronormativity. For me my identity as a woman is inseparable from my aromantic experience but I also feel like... well, a shit ton of the aro people *I know* (I don't know the hard numbers on this, if there are even surveys) are nonbinary, so. My aro culture doesn't speak for everyone. Idk. This is a fascinating question and I feel like I could get lost in a million tangents about just what it means to be this or that thing. I guess aro culture to me bleeds everywhere but never shows itself solidly. We're all aro in an amatonormative culture, aren't we?

How long have you known you are aro?

Six years, as a matter of fact. Around the time I started my senior year of high school and I was overall in a very bad place, feeling how transitory my current life was but not being able to see anything in the future. It also felt like a lot had been behind me since, well, when you're 17, you're not grown up for sure but you really don't feel like a kid anymore either. I reflected on a lot of my "romantic" experiences and how I came out of them, and some things just didn't add up anymore like I thought they once did.

Sometimes I still have internal doubts because I'm like "am I really aro if—" (you know how it is) but I've always kind of known since I first accepted it that there's really nothing else I *could* be, in this lifetime anyway. But yeah, even as I have known for a relatively long time now (I just realized that's most of the time I've had this blog lol) I think my feelings about my aro identity have moved around a lot. Life experience certainly is something that happens and happens even more to you when you age beyond high school, and I am not perceived or treated in anything like I was back then.

I know I already answered that question with the first paragraph, but I just had to elaborate, because of course I would. :^)

send me aromantic asks

#anon #dianswered

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maybege · 2 years

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Just A Phone Call Away

Summary: Paz comes to the rescue. (Part 2 of LPOH)

Pairing: biker!Paz Vizsla x fem!teacher!Reader

Wordcount: 3.0k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Modern AU, Biker AU, yearning, Kitten, the usual

I was so in my head last week that I completely forgot to thank the people who helped me with this AU in many different ways back when it was just a small idea on the old blog. A very big shoutout goes to @razzlefrazzum for the insight into Biker culture as well as suggesting that Paz & Co. be a part of BACA! Another big thank you goes to @mostly-megan who, I am sure, at this point has heard at least 35 different versions of the same story and still lets me gush to her about sweet sweet biker!Paz.

Additionally, I will be taking a break from Tumblr for a while. Stories until mid-April have been scheduled (mostly reposts so it will be a bit quieter on AO3). Now onto the chapter: I hope you will enjoy it and, as always, let me know what you think!

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

Paz liked to pretend that he did not think about you all the time.

Sure, he offered to drop Grogu off at school and pick him up more than ever before and yes, he might have a side in his closet that was dedicated to the good flannels he wanted to wear around you. And Boba might have made a snide comment or two about how his bike was cleaner than ever. And his truck, for that matter.

Or how he had trimmed his beard, liking the way your eyes lingered on his face before you looked away like you got caught.

Either way, Paz’s feelings towards you were absolutely nothing more than a professional appreciation.

So, it was completely natural that when he was watching a sports game, a sleeping Kitten in his lap, his thoughts strayed to you and feelings of … professional appreciation warmed his heart. He wondered what you would do on a rainy night like this and remembered how you had mentioned once that you liked to bake.

Would you bake cookies? Eat one oven warm chocolate chip cookie while curled up on your couch watching our favourite movie? Or read your favourite book under one of those fancy lamps that have this warm and soft light?

He shifted in his seat, running his hand over his face. “Stars, Kitten,” he mumbled, looking to the little ball of fur happily snoozing away, “What have I gotten into?”

Kitten lazily lifted her head, blinking at him as if to say How am I supposed to know? “Yeah,” he chuckled, giving her scritches under the chin, “You don’t know what’s going on with me either. Pining after some sweet teacher as if I got any part in this suburban mess.”

The wind turned and the rain aggressively splattered against the window panes. “The fuck is that weather about, huh?”

Kitten purred, standing up on small paws and climbing into his lap before curling up again.

He got ripped out of his thoughts by his phone vibrating on the little coffee table.

“Hello?”

A sniffle. “P-Paz?”

He sat up, alarmed when he recognized your voice. Only you didn’t sound like your happy self. You sounded distraught and like you were crying and he was pretty sure there were cars passing you in the background.

“What’s going on? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked, the words flowing out of his mouth.

“I – my car broke down and I am in the middle of now where and I –“ you sobbed, “No one’s stopping and the fucking car won’t start and I was wondering, if you could, uh –“

The sports game in front of him was completely forgotten at this point. Kitten yelped when he gently deposited her on the couch cushion and before he knew it, he was standing in front of the front door, holding the phone between his shoulder and cheek while he threw on his jacket, “Where are you? I am coming to pick you up.”

“I – I don’t know,” you admitted, sounding absolutely miserable, “It’s raining and I am not in city limits yet and – oh!”

An ice-cold feeling shot through his entire body as he stumbled down the few steps of his porch, already ripping open the truck while calling your name like a madman. He spotted Kitten on the window sill to the kitchen, a tiny silhouette against the cool light of the TV that was still on.

But how could he care when you were in danger?

There was some rustling from the other side and he heard you whimper. “I fell into a ditch,” you mumbled into the phone, “I came back from Glen Valley, I think the car stopped maybe around 30 minutes in?”

“Okay,” he nodded starting the car, “If you can, get back to the car, I’ll be there in 10.”

“But it takes at least –“

“I’ll be there in 10,” he insisted, “Stay on the phone, okay?”

You let out a deep breath, “Okay.”

“Okay, I should be coming up now,” Paz murmured, slowing down. The street was completely abandoned but that was no wonder when the rain was so strong you could hardly see. “I am slowing down, let me know if you see something, okay?”

A few moments of silence and then.

“I see your lights,” you replied, “I – You’re almost there here I can –“

He saw an arm shoot up at the side of the road and just a second later he spotted your car. Without a word he hung up, gripping the steering wheel tightly and taking a deep breath. He did not want to scare you with how scared he was for you.

But stars, had he been scared.

As soon as he opened the door, the rain hit his face and he grimaced, closing the door behind him and rushing up into the direction he had seen you signalling. He called your name, fear spiking again when he did not see you.

“Paz?” you called, “Paz, I am here!”

And there you were, hiding next to your car, looking absolutely miserable.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, kneeling down next to you, “it’s okay, okay? It’s okay.”

It was not a conscious decision to pull you into his arms and he only really noticed it when your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your head buried in his chest. Raindrops pearled on his leather jacket and the wind was biting cold. Yet he still felt the heat of your tears soaking his blue shirt and his heart clenched.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his lips pressed against your temple, “Let’s get you outta here, okay?”

“B-But my car,” you looked at him, wide-eyed and scared and so distressed it might as well be him that had heart palpitations because that was certainly what it felt like, “Shouldn’t we –“

“Fuck the car,” he muttered, “We will tow it tomorrow, I promise. But you’re freezing, love, and you need to get somewhere warm and dry, okay?”

You sniffled, nodding quickly, “Okay.”

Your cold hands had snuck under his leather jacket, laying on his back and he smiled when your cheek squished against his chest when you squeezed him a little tighter. Carefully, he pushed your arms away, instead interlacing his fingers with yours when he helped you up. A small voice in the back of his head lamented the fact that you were so far away now (meaning: not pressed completely against his front in a heart-crushing hug).

“Let’s go,” he said, “Do you need something from the car?”

You shook your head. “I, uh, I locked myself out anyways.”

He grunted, gently pulling you with him when the rain got worse. “We will get it tomorrow, okay?”

You both hurried across the road to the truck and he opened the door for you, watching how you tried to shake some mud off your shoes before entering. Even with the rain bearing down, you were the epitome of lovely.

When he closed the door on the driver’s side, he took a deep breath, cranking up the heat at the same time. You smiled at him, a raindrop making its way down the bridge of your nose and he found himself wanting to kiss it away. To kiss you.

Whoa, slow down there. You are just here to help.

He reached for the backseat, finding a spare blanket that he handed to you. “It might be full of cat hair,” he warned you, remembering how Kitten tossed and turned on it whenever she decided to come with him to the garage or back home, “but at least it’s warm.”

“Thank you, Paz,” you said, laying it over your lap, “Truly.”

“Anytime, love,” he replied, starting the car again, “Now let’s get you home.”

“So when will you ask her out?”

“The fuck?”

With a grunt, Paz pulled himself up on the pipe, making sure that his chin was above the metal contraption before he lowered himself again.

Usually, he preferred to go to the local gym. But with the happenings in the last few days, he was not ready to be stared at by a yoga course full of soccer moms. He just wanted to train in peace. Although the in peace part might not be a given in the garage …

Driving you home had been absolutely uneventful while also the most emotionally stressful 30 minutes of his life. He had been panicked and nervous and excited and so kriffing tense with you next to him. Ever since he had he had been terrified of saying something that offended you.

And so, he had hardly said anything at all which also might not have been the greatest choice.

But whenever he had looked over at you (which had been embarrassingly often) you had already looked at him, shyly smiling at him through the shivers. He had tried to ignore how your fingers brushed against his every time he shifted gears until he had turned his palm up and your hand has just fit so perfectly into his and –

Fennec chuckled from beneath the van she was working on. “Boba means the teacher, dumbass,” she clarified the older man’s question. Paz could only see her legs sticking out from the vehicle but he did not need to see her face to know she was grinning from ear to ear.

Just like you had grinned when you had said goodbye to him, making a funny comment about how your elderly neighbours – Mr and Mrs Ruperton – were trying to stay undetected as they looked out of the living room window to find out whom that strange car belonged to. And Paz could bet that they were not happy it was his.

“I – what are you talking about?” he took a deep breath, pulling his chin over the metal pipe, pulling the weight around his hips with him. He had wrapped a chain attached to one of the heavier stones around his middle, creating a simple loop that allowed him to pretend he was carrying more bodyweight than he actually was.

“Miss Every-Day-I-Am-Wearing-A-Bright-Colour-Like-I-Am-In-A-Fucking-Kids-Show,” Boba scoffed, tinkering with a cylinder in his hands. His fingers were stained black with oil but that had never seemed to bother the older man. If you don’t like oil you have the wrong job and the wrong hobby, boy, he had said once and Paz had agreed with him silently.

But he did not agree with him now.

Something about how Boba had teased you … it did not sit right with him. “She does that because the kids like it,” he muttered under his breath, maintaining the tension in his arms. His dog tags felt cool against his chest where already a thin film of sweat had formed, “Not like everyone has to walk around like us.”

“Already defending her, I see,” Boba teased him, clearly happy with how Paz had reacted.

He wanted to disagree, to say something along the lines of Get off my back, she is not interested in me like that anyway, when they were interrupted.

The door jingled open and the summer heat filtered inside. Somewhere in the backroom Din cursed at the creaking sound the air conditioner made.

“Hello?” your head peeked inside, followed by your whole body.

Paz ungraciously lost all tension in his arms and landed on his feet. Suddenly he felt self-conscious. With it being one of the hottest days in the county he had shed his shirt, trying to keep from scratching the wound on his middle. Tano would slap him if he came to her with a scabbed open wound. As you fully stepped into the garage he could see how your eyes lingered on his figure, on his tattoos, on some of the smaller scars and the longest on the purplish bruise that had formed on his side.

Why couldn’t he keep a damn shirt on?

“When speaking of the devil,” Boba grinned wolfishly and you visibly were taken aback. Paz cursed the older man. Boba’s humour was hard to understand for people who did not know him well and to be greeted like that? No one would feel welcomed.

“Only good things I hope,” you smiled, clearly unsure and Paz grabbed a towel from some workbench to rid his hands of the dirt.

“Of course, um, hi,” he rushed, clearing his dry throat, stepping towards you.

You were wearing one of your dresses again. This one was made of some light fabric falling in layers over your body and he wondered if it would feel as soft as it looked to be. It was a light blue, like a summer morning, he thought and smiled. You really were always wearing something colourful.

“I, uh, I brought you some pie,” you said, holding up the towel-covered dish in your hands as if to show evince for your statement, “As a thank you,” you added quieter.

Heat crept up his neck and he was thankful he had done something physical earlier or else Boba would have teased him about his blush later on. “Uh, thank you,” he mumbled, taking the dish from you. It smelled fruity and his stomach grumbled. When was the last time he had eaten something home-baked?

Home-cooked, sure, but baked?

His fingertips brushed against your hands and his heart stood still. Shitshitshit was this normal? Was this okay? He kind of wanted to

“How, uh, how did you get here?” he asked, “

“Oh, I walked,” you shrugged, avoiding his gaze, “I – it's so nice out I thought I could take a walk and see a bit more of the town.”

“Girl, it’s like 250 degrees out there,” Boba commented drily and you shifted on your feet, “That can’t have been a nice walk.”

“Perhaps Paz could show you our kitchen?” Fennec suggested from her place under the car, “You might want something cold to drink?”

“That – that actually sounds really nice,” you admitted with a soft smile, glancing up at him shily, “If you don’t mind of course.”

Dazed he looked at you, somehow managed to move his head up and down in a nod. “Yeah, just, uh, just follow me.”

And you did. You followed him through the garage, past the little reception office to the door that led to the break room that was still of leftover pizza from the lunchbreak and where the stains never quite left the rundown linoleum floor.

The door behind you fell closed, muting the music from the radio outside and he turned to face you. You handed him the pie wordlessly, nervousness in the air and he felt the electricity shoot through his palm when your hands touched.

“Thank you,” he managed to bring out, setting the pie down on the counter before opening the fridge and finding the last bottle of lemonade between six-packs of beer, “You didn’t have to do this, though, I –“

“Oh, but I did,” you protested quietly, standing right next to him, “I – Paz, I don’t want to imagine what could’ve happened if you – if no one …” you swallowed thickly, looking down at your drink but he could still see the tears caught on your eyelashes.

His heart clenched.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” he murmured, his hand coming out to touch your bare shoulder. Your skin was warm from the sun but it was also soft, “I am just happy I was there.”

You relaxed into him and it was a slow and beautiful thing, feeling how you stepped closer, how your chest brushed against his and then you set the drink down next to you on the counter and you looked up at him and –

“I am so glad you gave me your number. I will never be able to thank you enough.”

“Getting to talk to you is reward enough,” he smiled, hardly realizing what he was saying and it did not even matter when the most beautiful smile spread over your lips. You were lighting up the whole room (and his heart) with the way you smiled at him and he felt his heart skip a beat.

“You know,” you teased him, “one day I will ask you how you got that bruise.”

His scoff turned into a smile. “Kitten refused to get out of some car parts and well … I made the mistake of trying to lift one out on my own.”

“Sounds like it must have hurt,” you winced, your hand reaching out, stopping short of his belly and you both froze, sucking in a sharp breath.

He did not know what to do, what to say, how to get the emotions out that were building up in his chest. But it seemed to become a pattern now that you were the one to voice your desires.

“Can I hug you, Paz?” you whispered, “Please?”

He swallowed thickly. He was sure his chest was vibrating with how strong his heart was beating but stars damn it he wanted you close. His hand fell away from your shoulder as he nodded, instead his fingertips brushed against yours as he cluelessly stood there, not knowing if or how to begin.

He really was a fucked-up mess, huh?

Your fingertips brushed over his palms, his wrists, up his forearms until you wrapped your arms around his middle, pulling yourself close to him and resting your ear on his chest. He felt you take a deep breath and allowed himself to relax as well. In the background, he could hear the tinkering from the garage but right now all that mattered was you in his arms.

After a few seconds, he was brave enough to wrap his arms – previously lamely hanging by his side – around your shoulders, settling his hands safely in the middle of your back. As he shifted his face closer to yours, his lips brushed against your temple and you sighed.

He closed his eyes.

#maybege writes #paz vizsla x reader #paz vizsla x fem!reader

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cassgender-culture-is · 3 years

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welcome to cassgender-culture-is!!

well what the hell is cassgender? look here! if you need further clarifacation, feel free to send an ask! or, drop by cass-support-network, another tumblr blog, located here.

are there any submission rules? it would be preferable if it started with a variation of “cassgender culture is,” and it has to be sfw & non-bigoted.

are submissions open? they always are. feel free to send as many as you want in!

do you have a tag system? posts i make - like this one - are tagged with “ooby dooby,” posts that are submissions are tagged with “submission” along with some other tags. you’ll figure it out.

do you have a byf/dni? here.

hey wait a second, who’s running this blog? one mod, for the forseeable future. my name’s calvin, i use it/he, & im cassflux (along with a lot of other labels). there’s some stuff i like under the cut if you want to talk to me about that :+)

- half life, tf2. i like video games for the story, not the gaming

- also i am a big radiotvsolutions fan. shouts out to hlvrai you changed my life forever

- animation! scavengers reign, vox machina, and arcane to name a few of my favourites

- d&d, but i haven’t played in a while. frowny face

- star trek, specifically the next generation. if you can’t tell already i am a nerd in all the stereotypical ways

- older computers and old web, which kinda leads into:

- lost media! i think it’s really interesting. i haven’t taken part in any searches (yet!)

#cassgender #cassflux #cassgenderflux #cassfluid #cassfluidflux #ooby dooby

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lov3nerdstuff · 3 years

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Hi Kay!

I just wanted to take a moment and say how deeply moving (and overall comforting) I find your writing to be! I've gone through almost the entirety of your masterlist twice in the past month alone and have found myself returning more often to the pieces of literature/poems your reference sometimes. (Especially that one poem by Benedict Smith! I've read a few more by him because of you and they're just wonderfully lovely 💛 so I'm eternally thankful to you for including it.)

I may be wrong in assuming, but I believe you may have studied/are currently studying a degree involving literature. I hope this isn't too foreward of me but I was wandering if you have any other works of literature that you'd recommend? (I'd love to read anything you recommend from poems to plays 💛) I'm slightly embaressed to say but the works I've read are quite limited to a highschool level and since I'm currently studying Pharmacy, there are very few people who can recommend me such moving works. :)

I also feel like I should apologise for writing such a large ask, so please accept this apology as well hehe 💕🥺

Sincerely,

Bek 🌻

Hey there Bek 💚💕✨

First of all... I'm incredibly sorry for how long it took me to reply to this ask, I know you sent it weeks ago and I'm honestly just ashamed of myself for only replying now! I've been taking a bit of a Tumblr break again, or rather a break from literally everything, and I guess not having written anything in a while made me feel guilty whenever I opened Tumblr, so... All I can say for myself really is that I'm sorry you had to wait so long! Again, I never ever ignore anyone, I promise! It just sometimes takes a while for me to reply 😅🙈

Now, I'm so happy to hear that you've been enjoying my writing! 🥺🥰 Hearing that it's comforting and inspiring to you is honestly such a relief and indeed does make me happy more than I can say 💚 It's so cool that you're checking up on all the references I make aaahhh 🥺🥺🥺 I love it 😁 You're always more than welcome, love! I don't think I could stop including references to literature, culture, history and the science around it even if I tried 😅☺️

And yeah, I did study classics and newer literature as a minor for my undergrad degree 😄 But tbh I still work with literally a lot even now (I'm in grad school for media and cultural studies) even though it's technically not something I've been properly taught ☺️ I'm just a nerd who likes to learn on her own, and with media and culture you can pretty much delve into almost anything you want 😂😅🤷🏻‍♀️

Now, it's not forward at all to ask me for literature recommendations! 😁😃 I truly love recommending stuff!!! I have a few up my sleeve, even though you've probably heard of a few already, for obvious reasons: A lot of what I truly enjoyed reading was something Tom Hiddleston has worked on in one way or another! It's truly a magnificent guideline for picking new literature... Just look up the literary origins of his films/shows/plays and you will be in for quality literature most of the time! I don't think I've ever mentioned it on here, but me reading High-Rise (JG Ballard) because I heard Tom would be partaking in the film adaptation was actually what sparked my love and passion for literature!!! Yep, it's that good. Now on to the recommendations though 😁(This... got rather long):

Plays

Anything by Harold Pinter really, but for obvious reasons you'll find a lot of additionally fun stuff for Betrayal, which is lovely and truly funny if you're in on the kind of humour btw

Medea by Euripides (a classic, but I love it nonetheless... You can find translations in almost every language) ((and pls stay away from Seneca's Medea, because ugh... Euripides is far better AND the og story, as much as anyone can say that for Greek mythology)

La Bohème by Puccini (I know, this is technically an opera, but if you read the libretto it's honestly just like a play... And if you're up for it, the og story is in prose and written by Henri Murger... It's better than the opera, but oftentimes more difficult to find) ((this one is hilarious and basically explains an entire cultural subgroup in the 19th century)

Faust by Goethe (many people hate it, but I LOVE this one!!! It's also been translated into any and every language, and it's so interesting philosophically!!! It's also referenced SO freaking often literally everywhere, and the operas and ballets based on it are always my fave) ((there's technically Faust I and Faust II, but you're good to go just reading the first one)

Anything by Shakespeare, obviously... Though I do love me my Hamlet like every other literature enthusiast (Yes, I can do that one famous soliloquy in act 3 scene 1 by heart as well...)

Poetry

Again, anything Shakespeare for the win, but I LOVE the sonnets and keep a copy of them with me most of the time (Yes, I own multiple copies of the sonnets...) ((My faves are 116 and 91, but there's always so much truth to be found in there!!!))

A lot of the stuff William Blake wrote is amazing, though you have to pick carefully with him if certain religious motives aren't your thing... I love The Tyger, which is an individual poem, and the collection of works called Tyger, Tyger which does have many good ones and a few ones that are a little more on the mediocre side

Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas (I know this one by heart as well... It's beautiful, and there's a version of Hiddleston reading it on YouTube, which gives you even more goosebumps than the poem does anyway)

Invictus by William Ernest Henley (same for this one, also read by the one and only) ((I love to read this when I'm feeling down or powerless))

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot (This is another wow piece with many quotable lines and truths... I love it a lot and keep coming back to it! It's also a great example of how literary modernism tried to condense the complexity and passing of time and history into a single frame that had to be intrinsically poetical in nature... As in, this poem could've been a short story in any other period, but modernists loved to make everything a poem so here you go)

Der Zauberlehrling by Goethe (This one sucks in all English translations I’ve found, poetically speaking, but in German it’s such a fun piece! If you’ve ever seen the Disney ‘The Sorcerer’s Apprentice’ with Mickey Mouse or listened to the orchestral piece by Paul Dukas, then this poem proves very useful in truly understanding either! But again, the English translation should only be taken for informational value... The German one is also worded hilariously)

Prose

Short edited by Alan Ziegler (This is a collection of short prose forms that honestly is a must for me... I love this book to pieces and have had it for years now! It’s an international anthology, so you’ll find more and less famous authors from all around the world represented with short stories, prose poems, short essays and just curious and interesting snippets of writing! I draw a lot of inspiration from this book)

High-Rise by JG Ballard (As mentioned above, I owe this book part of my personality... I don’t think I would be the same person without having read it. It’s not necessarily full of wisdom, but if you’re interested in a different kind of portrayal of the human condition, then this is the read you need to take a look at)

The City of Dreaming Books by Walter Moers (This is another piece that changed my perception of literature, even though this is a more ordinary and ‘fun’-value read... It’s one of my favourite books and it’s endlessly entertaining! So if the classics are a bit heavy for you, this one is perfect for casual readers as well! Its value really does lie more in the realisation of how fun literature can be, and the freedom you have as an author... So really, I could recommend everything by Moers, his style is amazing both in the German original and in the English translation. Yes, I’ve read both.)

Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett (This is comedic gold, stylistic gold and generally a bloody perfect book. Also a ‘fun’-value read, but it also does a magnificent job at showing you what you can do with literature, and how well-developed characters are supposed to be written)

The Penguin Book of the Undead (Penguin Classics) edited by Scott G. Bruce (This book is basically an education on fifteen hundred years of supernatural encounters and how culture wrote, used and perceived them. You get introductory texts for different periods and social groups, explaining how and why ghost stories were written and used, followed by passages of the prime source texts (eg. ancient necromancy shown on The Odyssey). Really, this book is just for cultural history nerds)

The Earthquake in Chile by Kleist (This isn’t necessarily one of my faves, but it has helped me understand what studying literature and culture can do for you. In case anyone remembers my insistence in Wicked Game that you gotta know what a pomegranate symbolises... this novella is such an instance where this knowledge would prove useful. Generally, it gives many opportunities to think about privilege and circumstance)

The Symposium by Plato (You’ll probably not want to read the entire collection of speeches tbh... But the concepts introduced mainly here and in some of Plato’s other work are well worth looking into! For example, the ‘double being’ introduces a concept that in modern fiction is called soulmates... Just sayin’)

#literature #lit rec #recommendation #literature recommendation

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TUMBLR YEAR IN REVIEW

I posted 1,461 times in 2021

1124 posts created (77%)

337 posts reblogged (23%)

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My Top Posts in 2021

kenma who might joke about it, but his games are nowhere near as important to him as you are, because his games don't smile at him like that and make his heart race.

kenma who does a lot of 'playing it cool' but if you literally touch his hair or kiss his cheek he'll actually turn bright red and won't be able to stop smiling for a solid hour.

kenma who is very good with hair of all lengths from his experience with his own, and will spend hours watching youtube tutorials to do any hairstyle you ask him to.

kenma who is very fond of cuddling with you on his lap in his game chair during twitch streams, but really prefers cuddling in bed, both his arms drawing you into him and his face buried in your neck.

kenma who tries much harder than people think – in games, in volleyball and most importantly, with you. he isn't happy unless you are, and damnit, he's gonna make you happy every day of your life.

kenma who doesn't do well around large groups of people, so he always ends up holding your hand under the sleeves of his oversized hoodies, thumb brushing over your knuckles to reassure you both.

kenma who calls you 'baby' and 'sweetheart' – all the classically sweet nicknames, even though he still flushes as he uses them, which really just makes it cuter.

kenma who's favourite dates are arcade and shopping ones, where you drag each other to fun places and he gets to hear your laugh over and over (and honestly, for you, he looks cute when he's enjoying himself).

kenma who is definitely soft for you, despite his insisting that he's not, and you can almost always catch him randomly staring at you with his hair falling in his eyes, that tiny smile on his face.

kenma who doesn't talk a lot and isn't the most emotional person, but you make him want to never shut up again, and he didn't know it was possible to feel this way about one person, but he does. he loves you.

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, ��𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

psst psst ty @sunkeiji for helping me in my indecision

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kiyoomi who melts every time you trace the moles scattered on his body – his forehead, his back, his arms – shoving that you love the parts of him that even he doesn't.

kiyoomi who gets a real kick from bragging about you, because a) it makes atsumu annoyed, and b) he can show just how much he cares about you.

kiyoomi who is actually an incredible chef, and would learn to cook anything from cultural dishes to those impossible aesthetic dishes off tiktok, if it makes you smile when you eat it.

kiyoomi who enjoys any and all height difference between you two, using it to completely envelop you in his embraces and occasionally swing you up into his arms like you're nothing at all.

kiyoomi who always notices when you're running low on your favourite snacks and drinks and goes out to get them for you, rain, hail or shine.

kiyoomi who loves your kisses to his hands the most – don't listen when he teases that it's just because "you can't reach any other part of me", because he's blushing so hard he's almost the sun.

kiyoomi who is simultaneously shier and more mischievous than you had ever anticipated, depending on who he's around, but is neither around you (hint: what he is is soft and totally smitten).

kiyoomi who pretends to get annoyed when you act dramatic about how tired you are, but allows you to sleep on his shoulder every time and carries you to bed, making sure to kiss you to sleep.

kiyoomi who kisses with delicacy and leaves you wanting more, but every brush of his lips is also scared and desperate, and you just need to hold his cheeks and kiss him all the harder, to say i'm here.

kiyoomi who can't do big romantic gestures like all his 'friends', but he can do the hand-holding and the forehead kisses, just hoping they convey how his love for you is all but bursting out of him.

for @itachiyama

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

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rintarou who somehow knows your own schedule better than you do yourself, always reminding you when certain assignments are due for their classes and bringing snacks as motivation.

rintarou who is the embodiment of non-destructive chaos, laughing his head off as he drags you to a 7/11 in the stupidly early hours of the morning to buy slurpees and run through the city with them.

rintarou who gets clingy at night, against everyone's expectations, begging you to lie on top of him because it's very comfortable and he gets to tease you for being small, though he's really just too lanky.

rintarou who shares his favourite chuupets with you, because you mean enough to him, and he loves your grin as you tease him for choking on them when he sucks a little too hard.

rintarou who is far smarter than people give him credit for, and is more than willing to spend long nights calmly detangling maths problems or drafting essays if it helps you.

rintarou who lets you do his makeup and braid his hair, proudly wearing it outside even when people stare at him, because fuck it, it made you happy, and he'll do anything for that outcome.

rintarou who has the dirty secret of being ridiculously good at making really good homemade smoothies or milkshakes from out of date fruit, and regularly makes them for you.

rintarou who actually punched someone on one occasion for looking at you strangely, smirking whilst you chided him and iced his swollen fist and realising for the first time how special you were to him.

rintarou who carries your stuff every time you go out, because he's actually really thoughtful like that.

rintarou who doesn't know when he started looking at you like that, but he never wants to stop, because in his eyes, you are better than any of the other 'good things in the world' ... well, you are his world.

for @bro-send-dudes

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

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hajime who laughs lowly and quietly - almost like he's afraid of anyone hearing him, but it's such a warm noise of genuine happiness you smile each time you hear it.

hajime who loves to kiss you every time he comes into the same room as you, even if he just ducked out for two seconds, brushing his lips over yours once or twice with the fondest smile.

hajime who notices when you stare at his arms and subtly starts wearing tank tops more, though he still relentlessly teases you about it (his arms are big okay you should be allowed to stare /j)

hajime who has a tiny notebook with your name on the front, filled with little notes like your favourite foods for him to buy, your favourite places for dates, and pages and pages of him writing out his love.

hajime who isn't particularly eloquent with affection, but he shows it in his own way, in teasing comments and gentle smirks, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to let you know that he's there.

hajime who pretends that he doesn't flush brightly every time you compliment him, acts like his heart still doesn't skip a beat every time your skin makes contact with his, feigns composure when he's literally so in love it's stupid.

hajime who lets you dress him up for halloween, taking photos and looking at them on lonely days, looking at your matching smiles and remembering the sound of your laugh that night.

hajime who complains endlessly about oikawa to you, rambling on and on, not noticing the way that you start smiling at his cute hand gestures and the disguised affection for his best friend.

hajime who loves to hug you with everything he has, picking you up spinning you around like it's a dance, before setting you back on the floor and burying his face in your neck to murmur secret words.

hajime who is yours, and he'll show it a thousand fucking times if he has to, because this love that he has for you doesn't fit into one word or a hundred - it just is, and it's yours.

for @yutari happy 1.5k :))

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

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tooru who smirks every time he sees you at one of his volleyball matches, trying his hardest to stifle the pure joy pulsing through him because you're there, for him.

tooru who always keeps one part of your couple routine, even when he's busy beyond belief, ignoring phone calls and schedules to eat breakfast with you or make dinner together.

tooru who cares so much, but isn't always sure how to show it, so on the days when he can, he holds you like the world is ending, kissing you over and over as though he's drowning and you're oxygen.

tooru who likes to rest his chin on your head as he hugs you from behind, not caring if you're in public or not, because it's so comfortable to just drape himself over you.

tooru who still blushes like a kid every time you call him pretty, stuttering through the heat in his cheeks to compliment you right back, because he's cute like that.

tooru who shares food with you and only you, even splitting his treasured milkbread to give you some, as a way of showing his love for you.

tooru who comes to you any time he needs comfort, burying his face in the side of your neck and being calmed by the way you play with his hair and cup his cheeks and whisper that everything's okay.

tooru who has seen love uniquely ever since he was a child; who sees it in the teasing comments and the comfortable silence and the love-filled tears, and has added you to that list of what love is for him.

tooru who cries in your arms when you tell him that he's enough, finding it so hard to accept, but will always be the first person to say the same to you, because you're not just enough, you're all he needs.

tooru who is well aware that he can be childish and petty, but doesn't mind growing up, because the future just brings more time with you, and he's nothing if not yours.

for @alittleoaktree

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

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