#okay oops that got long

[lavenoon]

Hey there, friendly reminder that you are awesome, amazing, and astoundingly talented! <3

Aaa hi Fan!! Making me melt too, I see 💜

🤲 what do YOU get out of writing?

I get to reread my own stuff, in more detail than if I just tried to remember an idea or daydream, and it feels much more tangible written down! I still reread fic I never published because it's just for me, and sometimes surprise myself with scenes I had entirely forgotten! So I'm very glad I wrote them down <3

There's also definitely the engagement/ interaction for published fic. Like yes, I shouldn't make anything dependent on that, but it's just so so validating and fun to hear from other people, and to enjoy something together! I'm very happy I get to share my ideas, and have people be excited for them <3

💋 when you leave comments on a fic, do you want to hear back from the writer?

Answered a bit more in depth here, but in short, I definitely enjoy it! I never want the author to feel pressured though, it's just a little bonus treat <3

🕯️ how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

There's the difference between worth and validation - you may know as a writer (or artist, creator of any kind) that your work has worth, but the validation is what makes you want to share it. If you don't feel like anyone reads your work, why would you continue publishing it? It doesn't mean you necessarily stop writing, but to post something you created means being vulnerable and putting a piece of yourself out there. If there's just no engagement, it feels like rejection.

Fandom is about interaction. We all want to share thoughts and ideas and theories, and it is vital to engage with what is there. That doesn't mean everyone needs to comment on everything! But if you read something, and you enjoy it, you definitely should leave some sort of "I liked this" reaction.

For the socially anxious folks, or people with few social spoons, there's always the options of likes and kudos - as long as these people don't make up the vast majority of a fandom, engagement will easily continue flowing even without explicit words from them! There's also anon options, or those pre-made html codes for more kudos, or other very simple comments (like just "extra kudos!" without any html) that still let an author know you liked it!

Plus, especially if it's anxiety making the engagement hard... The author did the same? Bearing a piece of themself for others to see, and as long as you don't waltz in and just point out all flaws without saying anything else, why would they not enjoy hearing from you? Comments give the author an idea what was good, what might need elaboration, and what ideas resonate!

Some people feel more comfortable on tumblr, some more on discord, some more in a different constellation - but please, please make an effort to engage. It's what keeps things going - you can't just "consume" and not give anything back, if everyone did that, creators would burn out like a flash fire and stop publishing things. I know I did. It's worth the anxiety, it's worth the effort, and a little bit can go a long way. I'm anxious any time I post, and I still do it! So as a creator I just want to hear from people that it was worth it for me, too, that it's received well. Find a form of engagement that works for you, but engage - otherwise, in time, there won't be anything to engage with.

🧿 what steps do you take to not take things personally if a fic doesn't do well, or if your writing/posting/sharing experience isn't going how you'd like it to?

Uh, admittedly, not too many. My rsd and anxiety unfortunately tend to make me catastrophize, and mostly it's damage control, not prevention.

What I do do is look at what engagement I did get - every kudos/ comment is a person, and even if it doesn't seem much, those are real people who like my work. Every bookmark means someone wants to see more. Those already mean a lot, and I remind myself to not get caught up in numbers - with private bookmarks, all the people who bookmarked AU might not even fit into my home! That's so so many people! Even my other fic, which runs at 16 bookmarks - that's a lot of people in a room!

So in short, I visualize the engagement I get as actual people, remind myself that was a real person who took time out of their day to let me know they liked my work! It's really never happened to me that there's no one who interacted with my work, and even if there were... Well, I already write a lot for just myself or friends, things that I don't necessarily share with the wide public, so I know where to go to find the validation I crave, and sometimes that validation is just keeping things entirely to myself and reread them again and again <3

[dairyfreenugget]

(Going insane boinkinh one AU in my head)

Hey hey hey

May I interest you in

(Slowly slides my FaaF AU towards you but void just Disappears without a trace one day before the accolade)

Teehee

[helldustedstories]

@fearedelight asked: "We're in completely different leagues." // coughs and casually gets the ball rolling for what we've been talking about-- Blitz for Stolas 👀

200 random dialogue prompts // accepting

It had been a little while, since he and Blitzy had struck up their little deal, and it seemed to be going well for both of them. Blitzy and his employees got access to the human realm, and he got to have Blitzy all to himself one night a month, something that he very much looked forward to.

There was still so much he didn't know, so much he hadn't experienced, and Bitzy didn't seem to mind trying out all sorts of different things with him. He had so much more experience, after all; Stolas had only been with Stella enough to produce their daughter, and now Blitzy.

Being with Blitz was so much different than anything with Stella had been. That had been cold, calculated, a duty. Neither of them had wanted to do it, and as soon as Via was hatched safely, that had been it. He'd tried to be a good husband, but Stella wanted equally as little to do with him, and he was actually quite relieved.

But then Blitz had come crashing back into his life, the first friend he'd ever had, the first person who had shown interest in him….or so he'd thought. Until his father had mentioned in passing that he'd paid for Blitzo (as he was called then) to spend the afternoon with him, since it was his birthday.

Still, that birthday had been one of his favourite days; he had thought about it and the imp he'd shared it with quite a few times over the years, even though he knew he would likely never see him again.

Then he'd shown up at Stella's "Still Not Divorced" party, and Stolas had thrown caution to the wind (thanks to a little assistance from the alcohol in his system, as well) and flirted with someone he was actually attracted to for the first time. He'd been more than a little flustered when Blitz had reciprocated, taking charge of the situation and chasing him all the way over to the bed. Stolas had tried to match that energy, being as forward and aggressive as he dared.

The moment Blitz bit him had really been what flipped a switch inside Stolas. Blitz had awakened something in him that he hadn't fully realized had existed, shown him that he could feel something for someone else, in that way.

And after Stolas had figured out that Blitz had been the one who had stolen his grimoire, well, it was an easy choice. He wanted to see the imp again, wanted to feel good again, and what better way than to arrange a deal between them? That was how things worked; he would let Blitz and his company use his grimoire, and Blitz would spend time with him in return.

It was only after they'd started meeting fairly regularly, and Stolas interacted more with both Moxxie and Millie that he began to see how different their relationship was. There wasn't any sort of …. transaction between them; they just spent time together because they wanted to.

But he and Blitz were doing that too, weren't they? Yes, they did still have a deal with the grimoire, but it wasn't just that, was it? Blitz certainly seemed to enjoy himself when he was with Stolas, and the prince absolutely did.

So that night, once they'd both thoroughly enjoyed themselves, Stolas had tried to get Blitz to stay. There was no need for him to drive home in the middle of the night when he could just…..stay here. That was the sort of thing one did when they were together, wasn't it?

But it seemed like Blitz had something else on his mind.

"We're in completely different leagues," Blitz told him, his back to Stolas as he moved to get his clothes.

Stolas blinked, quickly moving to sit up himself, the sheet pooling around his waist. Had he said something wrong? All he'd done was ask Blitz to stay…, which seemingly hadn't been the right thing to do.

"I know there's a difference in our positions, but why should that matter?" he asked. It didn't matter to him…; did it matter to Blitz?

[imflyingfish]

Honestly i dont like sculk spreading/corruption storylines theyre really boring with a few exceptions

[shima-draws]

Work was reeeeeal stressful today and my anxiety’s suuuper high rn lmao. Send some asks?

[tracle0]

I wrote something yesterday!

[that-was-anticlimactic]

fragments of the day

“You’ve got so many knots tonight, Kento,” Yu commented, and though Kento couldn’t see him, he was sure Yu was frowning. “You gotta tell me when it starts to get this bad, okay?”

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

I didn’t want to bother you.

“You’re my best friend, Kento. I’m always gonna worry about you,” Yu replied easily, pushing into his muscles even harder and damn, that felt amazing; Yu really was good at giving massages. “I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

Kento sucked in a breath, then coughed, trying to play it off as a tic. How was Yu able to be so open with him? How was he able to share what’s in his heart? Hell, Kento can’t even say I love you. He has to rely on don't be stupid and be careful to get the message across.

Sometimes, he wished he were more like Yu.

So, Kento passed him another orange.

[or, nanami has bad shoulder pain and haibara makes it a little better]

⛅️12,868 words | nanami & haibara, nanami & gojo🌥

chapter one

chapter two

[sparring-spirals]

when you've composed your thoughts, i would love to hear your meta on laudna. her in particular

I've barely composed any thoughts tbh, but I did enough to rewatch Laudna's last moments, so. Sure, I'll give it a shot. have some many words.

Laudna was confused when she died. Laudna, who stayed on that line between life and death for so long she had maybe gotten accustomed to it. Laudna, still surprised, confused, when she finally tipped over the other side.

Laudna, vision fading. Images of all the powerful women she'd known flashing before her eyes. Imogen. Fearne. Her mother. Delilah.

Delilah.

Laudna had been so strongly shaped by the powerful women in her life- for better, or for worse, been crushed and rebuilt and moulded and inspired and loved and hurt by them. Moments before she had fallen, the thought:

"Are you yourself, or just her, incubating?"

So much of Laudna wasn't hers. So much of Laudna- just her- was left unresolved, unexplored, unanswered. So much of her hadn't had time to blossom, outside of anyone elses shadow, in her own hands, under her own power. The last few days had been hard- full of betrayals and questions and more and more like Laudna was maybe just a passenger in her own skin. A moving puppet.

Laudna had only been living a half life, for so long, living on borrowed time. Laudna was starting to chafe under it, get angry, get sad, get hopeless. "What happens if your past trauma does not let you forget?"

There were so many questions. So many unknowns. Laudna died, a little confused, still in the arms of Delilah.

Laudna is, currently, dead.

She's not confused, anymore. She's not the one with open questions or fear and grief and anger crawling under her skin. Everything, for Laudna, has gone silent, and still.

(And if we can hope, peaceful. Gentle.)

Her friends are still reeling, still asking questions, still grappling with Delilah and unknowns and everything Laudna was and, maybe just maybe what Laudna will be again. The hurt and the commotion and the storm and the questions rage on, for them, and will keep doing so until their stubborn hearts stop beating. Laudna is not in the body they are desperately carrying (Laudna is in the gaps she used to fill, in the absence of a presence. In the silence when listening for a mind. Laudna is not in that body, but she's there). They carry it anyway, and all of their hopes and heartbreak and determination.

Laudna was scared, probably, and tired and injured. She was surrounded by friends and loved ones she would have risked everything for, and unwanted voices in her mind, in a moment of perilous questions and unexplored paths. She was confused. She was fighting, and full of purpose that was hers, as much as it could be.

And then, just as quickly, she wasn't.

Right now- Laudna is not confused, or questioning, or tormented by Delilah Fucking Briarwood. Laudna isn't hurt or lost or terrified or grieving. That's not on her anymore. But maybe, just maybe, someday it will be again.

I hope she's having a peaceful rest, either way.

[bcdluckstumblcd]

//I'm making my way through my long posts. I should have everything finished and out by Friday. (i got my car taken then got hurt lmaooo so i lowkey had to disappear for a sec but i am here and i wanna do short things/maybe build up some threads so !! hit that heart and i'll write a lil starter or i'll throw Jin in your inbox with a meme you recently retweeted (if you prefer that lemme know with a comment <3

[zenpouji-isaku]

I FEEL INSANE

[indigodreames]

"An ISSUE?" His brows furrow at the other's question. Not really sure how to take it....or what exactly he means by it. He knows he shouldn't get too in his own head and try and interpret his words. That would likely only cause to further COMPLICATE things. "If you said yes...I don't think there would be any issues." He finally said. Whatever Max meant by that, he wanted to be straightforward. Even if he wasn't sure exactly what issues Max thought could arise by him wanting to get closer to Emmy, there was a part of him GLAD that he wanted to ( To stick around, even if it was only for EMMY'S sake, maybe deep down hoping a little for his own as well ). "Ah..but then it wouldn't be a SECRET recipe, now would it?" He teased with a light chuckle. "If you want to know so bad, maybe you can try and butter up my mother, she's much easier to coax secret recipes out of, plus I think she's also grown quite fond of you."

Chai never really talked about Emmy's mother, not in any detail and most people didn't ask because they assumed it was a sensitive topic to broach. However, it didn't bother him. She wasn't a part of their lives, and he wasn't a part of Chai's life anymore, not in any way that truly MATTERED ( at least to him, likely Emmy too, but he never asked her after he'd told her about her mother ). Chai only shrugged his shoulders, maybe that was true. But he didn't hold out on any hope for Emmy and her mother to have any sort of relationship. She never even bothered to call or make a visit, he certainly didn't think a measly birthday card was enough. "I think Emmy would DISAGREE," Was all he said in response.

"It was difficult when I was younger, but I've long gotten over it." Chai said. He didn't harbor any feelings for his past love, neither good nor bad. He simply put the past BEHIND him and tried his best to focus on his life now and do the best he could in raising Emmy. "I think it was harder for Emmy after I told her why her mother wasn't around, but I can't tell you how she feels about it now, we don't really talk about it." He added with a shrug of his shoulders. It was sort of a TABOO topic around Emmy. She was still quite sensitive at any mention of her mother, so it was just a topic they avoided altogether for the most part.

Frankly, Chai stopped thinking about having a partner, another person to help raise Emmy. He'd only had his parents since she was born. He was a single father, after all, it wasn't exactly viewed well in the eyes of others to be one. Neither did he really make any ATTEMPTS to pursue a relationship that could lead down that road. "I guess I've become so used to it, I haven't really thought about it much." Chai admitted, rubbing at the back of his neck. Finding someone, whether it was to fill this void of loneliness he's had, or for someone else to help look after and care for Emmy with him, wasn't exactly a priority in his life ( though he can't help but wonder WHY Max is curious about any of that ). The question, however, doesn't leave his lips.

@maimeelai ; moved.

[ashedrose]

dragon glass jewels for @stormbcrn <3

margaery had plenty to be grateful for. to her knowledge, she'd been the only one to escape the sept in time to survive the wild fire. she recalled some audible steps behind her, but she never turned. her fate might have been another had she turned.

the journey had been a long one since then. healing her burns, traveling unnoticed. it felt as if she'd been personally delivered by the gods themselves when she found olenna again. her darling grandmother, who now counseled the dragon queen in a place very far from home. dragonstone was––– darker. humid, cold, bare. margaery couldn't find herself something to do as she did in highgarden with her flowers, dresses, teas. until she found the most beautiful material, that was.

❛ oh, k h a l e e s i ! ❜ she shouted across the hall. ❛ i've been looking all over for you. i was hoping you'd enjoy these. ❜ heels clicked behind her as she approached daenerys, revealing a pair of rose shaped hair broaches detailed with dragonglass throughout. ❛ i know the rose is my house's sigil, but it's the only one i know how to make so far. ❜

[niconebula]

homura akemi ?

I got the same character twice so I am going 2 reply directly to my friend but yes I saw you too anon!

favourite thing about them: her girlboss swagger. noo but seriously shes just such a one of a kind character. she's incredibly intense which I like and she's the star when she shows up, has an incredible amount of depth behind her actions and is taken really seriously as this fully fleshed out person.

least favourite thing about them: even her negative traits are part of the appeal so. hmmm. i'm not as much of a fan of glasses "moemura" that they keep pushing in the game to make her cute and marketable. i dont really care for magireco as a whole though.

favourite line: most famously: "more passionate than hope, and far deeper than despair, love".

brOTP: kyoko and homura. everyone talks about it but it's still so underrated. i think a lot of people forget how much she cares about kyoko. they fundamentally understand each other, the way they're both trying to protect the people they love. both traumatized by their religious upbringings, both experienced death prior to the events of the series, they're both misunderstood and labelled as the enemy but push forward anyways. homura obviously has a lot of respect for kyoko considering she personally reaches out for her help in every timeline including rebellion. love them.

OTP: i wonder what this is! its so classic its so iconic its the blueprint its a shakespearean tragedy they are ying and yang they are literally god and satan it is great. not influenced at all by me watching madoka at the ripe age of 13 and it changing my braincells for the worse.

nOTP: the incredibly cursed spin-off where she marries ... tatsuya... to get closer to madoka. this is real and i do not know who the audience was.

random headcanon: this is interesting because even though madoka is my longest running fixation, I never really "fandomized" it and my interest is mostly kept within the realm of source material - i don't make or think of my own scenarios. that being said, I have dabbled in lots of doujins and the idea of her existing solely on calorie-mates (japanese meal replacement bars) is canon to me

unpopular opinion: trying to think of a truly unpopular opinion is hard but. as a homura / madohomu enjoyer it's like well, just maybe, their relationship is kind of toxic and that it's part of the enjoyment that she or they both are a little krayzee and incredibly dramatic

song i associate with them: "hunger" by florence and the machine :)

favourite picture of them:

certified classic, drew this during art class in grade 9 except also with the top of her head cut off and I think that scared some of my classmates

[rivalfortune5768]

Wallow not, Worry not.

CWs: talking about scars That's it really, doubt and self-comparison if you want a real specific one.

When I looked and listened to those around me, their stories, I saw trophies, triumphs. Moments of light shining out through stained glass scars. Hard fought through mountains of practice, badlands of neglect, a cruel sea of abuse, or caves holding nightmares of trauma.

I looked at my own scars often, they were dull. They were Wrong. They aren't the right shape, or color, and they were inflicted just the same, but I had no reward or success or power or title to show for them. They were simply patchwork on my skin. Rotted folds in my brain. Bandages on my heart.

I thought often about what it must be like to be a different version of myself. One unburdened, or better aided, or perhaps just more fortunate or driven. One who composes the songs I hear in my sleep. One who knows the language of my people, and their culture. One who tells stories, still, even after so many world over know them. So on, so on, et al.

But, here's the thing about those others. They would all love me, as they would all love one-another. Because despite the longing for accolade and prestige and a spot in others' hearts and minds we still hold a place in our own. I am filled with an unending, patient love for myself.

My scars are all wrong, but there is still love to be found in the grooves of them if only someone sets them to a record player. My aches of the heart are heard when I speak them. I still tell stories, long after my close friends have heard them, and more stories do I make by the day, as those same friends could tell you.

I am Us, We are some of You, You, if you can relate, are I.

We love you. We want to love our scars. We love your scars. We think they look pretty, even if the light doesn't shine through them in the color or shape you'd like to see. Even if you can't see the way they shine now, I can, We can, You can.

Nothing will stop us for longing for another world, a kinder one. We don't think we could stop ourself if one was offered to us, nearly no matter the price. But we need not give away anything to get there. It will come with time, and with great effort, and hope, and kindness to each-other. With a grand mosaic of our scars.

Wallow not in your fear, be it founded or paranoid. Worry not for us, for we are forever, and nothing from hardship to hellfire could stop us. Simply do what you can to reach out and care for another at every chance you're able.

You may show them the light their scars cast through you.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

universe of constant spinning, every end a new beginning

“So, do you have an umbrella? That was like, your thing, right? At Claw?”

Ah—not again! He can’t keep zoning out while talking to people—especially his boss.

But… why was Reigen still here? It was late and he always got to work early. It wasn’t his job to stay and coddle his employees. “I—uh—no,” he stuttered, fingers twisting anxiously. “Mine was, uh, "is” broken, sir.”

‘Broken’ was a mild way to put it. More like it got destroyed.

[or, reigen gives serizawa an umbrella]

☔️2,651 words | serirei☔️

[esmorothfallen]

a semi plotted starter for @rathalascendant​, set in verse 5a!

Simon crossed over the gangway quickly, pushing open the doors to yet another train car. It was the fifth in a row he had been through without stopping, surprisingly unencumbered by complicated puzzles

He was traveling as if he had a destination, not lingering for longer than he had to in any one car. The problem was, he didn’t have a destination. He didn’t know where he was going, or what he planned on doing.

In a way, it felt like he was fast-forwarding through his life. Whether it be because of his discomfort interacting with denizens, and the feeling that he had no right to interact with them... or his fear that if he didn’t get as far away from the mall car as quickly as possible, he would be tempted to go back.

Regardless of the reason, the rapid travel was starting to drain him. Though his and Grace’s stint away from the Apex had made him grow accustomed to it, he was still only human, and there was only so far he could go.

The car he had entered felt a little familiar, with a rocky, reddish-hued landscape that reminded him a bit of one he had been in before. But the rocks here were darker in color, and the landscape itself seemed more treacherous.

On either side of him, the cliffsides stretched far into the sky, far too straight and steep to climb. In the center, what looked like an intentional path had been carved out, but had gradually become more dangerous over time. Rocks had clearly fallen from the cliffs themselves, and scattered across it in a way that didn’t block it off, but made it more dangerous to traverse.

Additionally, it seemed as though it narrowed further in, and at a certain point took a sharp left turn that he couldn’t see beyond from where he stood.

He took that as his cue to stop for the time being. His luck had evidentially ran out when it came to “easy” cars, and this one could be dangerous if he wasn’t fully alert. So, he opted to sit down by the door for a few minutes.

He slipped off the bag he’d been carrying, that contained the things he’d brought with him from the mall car. Reaching into it, he retrieved his number tracker. It had been awhile since he had checked the cars ahead of him for passengers, and he’d like to have a little warning before running into any.

What he wasn’t expecting was to see a new blip on the radar the second he turned it on. Not only was there a passenger close by, but they were in the same car he was in. Just further along, where he couldn’t see.

Squinting at the screen, his eyebrows furrowed. It had been a long time since he had last interacted with another passenger, and he wasn’t entirely sure that he should. But on the other hand, if they were new, they could need help. Especially in what looked like one of the train’s more dangerous cars.

Sighing, he got back to his feet. He might as well check. If they didn’t need help, they could always go their separate ways at the end of the car.

So, swinging the bag back around his shoulder, he carried on into the canyon. Until, rounding a corner, he came upon the girl that he’d seen on his number tracker.

“... Uh, hi. Do you need a hand? This isn’t exactly the easiest car to navigate.”