#not an ask game but

[dropout-if]

hiiii i’m saving statler from the agonies!! “going in for a kiss and either bumping noses or foreheads” from this list please <3

THANKS!! I'm saving that list too that's so sweet😭

“Pass me that box, will you?” Statler’s voice carries a note of exhaustion, though no one would be able to tell just by looking at them—trying their best to keep things light as they navigate the maze of boxes in their family’s living room.

You nod, “Sure thing,” and reach for the cardboard box, lifting it with ease and handing it over.

Statler flashes you a grateful smile before turning to face the onslaught of belongings scattered throughout the room.

You can hear Mrs. Amani bustling around—chastising Brianna—until she approaches you and Statler, offering the two of you a bottle of water each.

“Don’t overexert yourselves,” she chimes in, addressing Statler.

“Yeah!” Tyrell grins playfully, drops his own box, and steals Statler’s drink, “You lovebirds better not wear yourselves out! I’m doing all the real work over here.”

Statler huffs, smiling slightly, reaches out to get their drink back.

As she practically ignores her children, Mrs. Amani says to you, “You two are so kind to help us. You really didn’t have to.”

“I wouldn’t call that helping…”

“Won’t you, Ty?” Statler rolls their eyes—they can’t hide a fond smile, “Careful. That’s heavy— Hand it over.”

Tyrell pouts at you, “They love nagging.”

“Nah,” you tease them “It’s a duty, not a hobby.”

“Har, har, har,” Statler can’t hide the brief fond look they give you, either “Take this, please. It’s not too much, right?”

You seize the box between your arms, nodding as a sign that you’re okay. Grabbing a couple more boxes, Statler guides you to a closet; and you two begin unloading your charge.

With a heavy sigh, Statler leans back against the wall, dark eyes staring into yours, deep in thought. It’s always hard to keep a straight face—or not blushing—when Statler looks at you as if you were the universe incarnate.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you ask, a smile tugging at your lips.

Statler sighs quietly—grins, genuinely, happily—it makes it hard to keep your distance.

“I was just wondering—” they begin, velvety smooth, “how come I’m not surprised? You manage to make even this dusty old closet feel brighter.”

You gulp, “Smooth.”

Statler leans in, warm breath brushing against your ear as they murmur, “Well, you’ve always had a way of illuminating every corner of my world, [Name].”

You feel your cheeks warm at Statler’s words—and you don’t know whether you’d be able to reply, but they don’t give you the chance, either way. As your breath catches in your throat, Statler tilts their head, leans in—

Miscalculates, bumps your foreheads together.

Your laughter bubbles as Statler hisses in pain, pulling their head back—rubbing their face. They look over your forehead worriedly, thumb brushing over your skin.

“Sorry, love,” Statler pouts. They press a warm and chaste kiss to your forehead, successfully cutting your chuckles short.

You smile, sighing, “Smooth move.”

“Guess I’m out of practice,” Statler teases, brushing your nose against theirs playfully.

As if they find it impossible to stay a single second more stalling, Statler leans in again, lips finally meeting yours—soft, warm, like home. You feel their taste in your tongue, sweet and hot like summer rain.

It lingers as you pull away, sharing a brief, affectionate smile.

“Break’s over,” Statler mumbles—their eyes flicker down to your lips, they kiss you briefly again, and again, and a third time; until they manage to pull away— “Let’s finish this, huh?”

You nod, your heart swelling with affection for the person in front of you.

[frownyalfred]

thinking about the expert masseuse Alfred hired for the family that is paid a small fortune annually to provide massage services and ignore so, so many things. No questions, no remarks, just quality service and an ironclad NDA that, if broken, would probably topple said masseuse’s entire family line.

Things Alfred is paying them to ignore, in no specific order:

Bruce’s spinal hardware courtesy of Bane :)

weird amounts of muscle on everyone, even the kids (despite them allegedly not working physical jobs)

scars

FRESH scars

the fact that every joint in Bruce’s body clicks when moved/manipulated at the tender age of 42

Olympic athlete level physiques

rotator cuff injuries across the whole family

scars that are definitely from bullets and/or acid splashes

old signs of what looks like torture (Bruce)

Dick’s entire left arm is basically screws and plates (he “fell really bad” once)

every single family member takes deep tissue massage with max pressure with 0 complaints

calluses

no really, the weirdest fucking calluses

[retquits]

1.6 is coming—see you march 19th!!! 🥹🌱

[mjfass]

New ask game:

Reblog if you want your followers to tell you what your trademark ™️ is. Like, what’s that thing that really identifies you.

[spirallingstarcases]

top five men?

like in a row? or do i get breaks

[deception-united]

Writing Tips Master Post

Character writing/development:

Character Arcs

Making Character Profiles

Character Development

Comic Relief Arc

Internal Conflict

Character Voices

Creating Distinct Characters

Suicidal Urges/Martyr Complex

Creating Likeable Characters

Writing Strong Female Characters

Writing POC Characters

Building Tension

Plot devices/development:

Intrigue in Storytelling

Enemies to Lovers

Alternatives to Killing Characters

Worldbuilding

Misdirection

Consider Before Killing Characters

Foreshadowing

Narrative:

Emphasising the Stakes

Avoid Info-Dumping

Writing Without Dialogue

1st vs. 2nd vs. 3rd Perspective

Fight Scenes (+ More)

Transitions

Pacing

Writing Prologues

Dialogue Tips

Writing War

Writing Cheating

Worldbuilding:

Worldbuilding: Questions to Consider

Creating Laws/Rules in Fantasy Worlds

Book writing:

Connected vs. Stand-Alone Series

A & B Stories

Writer resources:

Writing YouTube Channels, Podcasts, & Blogs

Online Writing Resources

Outlining/Writing/Editing Software

Writer help:

Losing Passion/Burnout

Overcoming Writer's Block

Fantasy terms:

How To Name Fantasy Races (Step-by-Step)

Naming Elemental Races

Naming Fire-Related Races

How To Name Fantasy Places

Ask games:

Character Ask Game #1

Character Ask Game #2

Character Ask Game #3

Miscellaneous:

1000 Follower Post

2000 Follower Poll

Writing Fantasy

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[vampiricsheep]

artists rb this with your favorite thing about prev's art-style in the tags

[chloesimaginationthings]

Matpat will always be welcomed into the FNAF universe

[eira-kuso]

If anyone wants me to say my opinion on a character with this bingo

[dropout-if]

Prompt for Statler: Working part-time as ghost or clown mascots together at some kind of Halloween horror festival for while babysitting kids at the same time

Them😭✨

“Oh, [Name]— Love...” Statler groans—hides the entertained smile threatening to spill “I look so bad…”

It’s Halloween, and Statler and you stand in a makeshift tent, adorned in the costumes mandatory for the day. The organization had assigned you a box with a grotesquely obnoxious clown costume, which immediately triggered Statler’s sacrifice as they swapped their costume—a demon they joked didn’t fit your personality—with yours.

In terms of your attire, you look quite normal. Statler can’t pride themself in saying the same.

You rub their back soothingly, “It’s not so bad— I promise.”

They lamely adjust their wig, eyes overanalyzing a distant future.

“I’m never gonna live this down,” Statler mumbles. They turn to you, look you up and down—and sigh dramatically, “And I don’t get to be the only one who sees you like this…”

“I thought you were excited for this,” you point out—it’s strange to see Statler being anything remotely close to a wet blanket, “Come on, it’s for the kids. They love this stuff.”

They seem to have found their cool, though, as their eyes remain locked on you. Statler mumbles, self-deprecating, “The amount of humiliating things I’ve done ‘for the kiss’,” they speak a tad louder, “I’m going to traumatize my sister, is all.”

Knowing Brianna, she’s a reason worth being traumatized, not the other way around. But you’re not about to say that to her older sibling who loves her like she’s the sun.

Instead, you nudge Statler playfully, “She’s tougher than you think. And you look amazing.”

Statler releases a little dreamy sigh. With the natural flair of someone commenting on the weather, they breathe out a quiet, “I love you, y’know?”

“You do mention it quite often,” you tease, “Love you too, Statler. Don’t— Don’t worry about Bri, okay?”

They give you a look—‘easier said than done’—but Statler doesn’t protest as you hold their hand, gently guide them outside—they even look happy, despite their unflattering attire.

Brianna sees Statler, she doesn’t even let a second expire before she throws herself into her big sister’s/brother’s arms.

“You look dumb,” she informs you—Statler seems to find that hilarious, judging by the way they’re struggling to keep their laughter polite.

At least they’re having fun. Your reprimanding glare is soft—yet Statler still takes a deep, deep breath.

“Now— Bri. That’s not nice,” they frown with a little pout, “[Name] and I— We need to take care of everyone here. And you have to behave, okay? Can you do that?”

Brianna nods immediately, “Of course.”

The next two hours pass you by as a very important question settles in your mind:

‘How the hell can a person dressed like a clown—literally—have charmed a crowd of pre-schoolers?’ When you ask later on, once the makeup and the wig come off, Statler simply laughs and kisses your temple.

[ethereal-bumble-bee]

Little reblog game thingy because I love making these (and want to show some love to my mutuals)! <3

[siffrin-enthusiast]

which mutual am i? ask game

[mistchievous]

Ultimate Ask Game

🥰 - I love your blog 😊 - I'm so glad I follow you 🤭 - You make me laugh 😇 - You're one of the kindest people on this site 🥺 - I'd really like to be friends 🤩 - I admire you 😎 - You're one of the cool kids 😴 - You should sleep more 🌞 - You brighten up the dash 🧸 - Soft vibes 🤠 - Yeehaw vibes 💪 - Don't Fuck With Me vibes 🧠 - You're so big brained 🔥 - You're a hot mess 🦈 - You intimidate me 📜 - Your fics are top tier 🖼️ - Your artwork is stunning 🎨 - Your gifs/edits/icons/etc. are fantastic 🎤 - You have an amazing voice 🥂 - I would get drunk with you 💰 - I would rob a bank with you 🚓 - I would lie to the police for you 🍟 - I would share my fries with you 👻 - I would go ghost hunting with you 😘 - Kissing you on the forehead 💋 - Kissing you on the mouth 💝 - I love you (platonic) 💘 - I love you (romantic) 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 - I think we'd make good tumblr spouses 💍 - I would marry you if you asked 💀 - I would help you hide a body 👽 - I would believe you if you said you were abducted

[cityandking]

oc asks: not-so-nice edition

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?

heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?

hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?

hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

[skopostheorie]

Like actually in general my parents never just. bought me video games unprompted. I listen to Scott the Woz talk about his parents buying him games and Nintendo Power subscriptions just for no reason and I'm like. ?????? Families do that?