#+ i’m a professional hater and avid complainer

[the-travelling-witch]

Now I’m nosy to figure out this copy and paste situation

How Does it work? Like is it just, Holly write Childe in a bunny suit, Holly what would Childe be in a- why didn’t I pick bunny suit? (Man ok ya that would be something else to deal with copy and pasted)

ugh it’s a little frustrating but nothing we’ve never seen before, so it’s not all that but let me explain

basically, i received an ask a while back when i was still “active” on my nsfw blog and it was rather demanding in tone (for lack of a better word), more or less consisting of “i need [these 8 characters (separately)] with [this scenario] pls pls pls”

call me petty but for several reasons it ticked me off; 1) i think the tone is not it, as i said it feels kinda demanding and i don’t feel respected as a human (goes back to the whole “i’m not a writing bot but a person with feelings” argument), there’s no acknowledgment of past writing or so much as a hello

2) 8 characters in separate scenarios is a lot to ask for, especially considering the length in which i usually write a character’s scenario for, some people might be able to crank that out but i’m not; i know in my first post on there i had like 6 or 7 characters but that was of my own volition bc i was inspired, which makes a big difference

3) i don’t take requests

so yeah, the ask itself wasn’t received very well by me in the first place and i just sent to a group of writer friends basically going ‘is it petty of me to have negative feelings about this or am i misreading the tone here’

and we all just kinda came to the conclusion that it is the kind of request/ask someone would copy and paste into several writers’ inboxes, whether that’s because they just want their scenario written out or whatever, i don’t really understand the motivation behind it

and it seems we were correct because i happened to be scrolling through the tags for that fandom and saw the exact same ask, word for word, from roughly the same time period too; the writer seemed to have been happy about receiving it and wrote a paragraph each and it seems to have been well received, so i’m not here to take that away from them in any way

it just personally rubs me the wrong way but, at the end of the day, those are just my feelings on the matter

anyway, take away: be nice and appreciate your writers when they go out of their way to grant your request; be nice to them in general hehe ^^

[jastiss-blog]

Cachinnation - Ignis Fluff Week Day 6 -  SFW

Cachinnation – Ignis Fluff Week day 6 – Are You Laughing Yet? @ignisfluff +“That is hardly appropriate.” +Puns +Jokes gone wild I feel like I get away with this because it’s day 6 still in my time zone SO… I’m still going to see if I can crank out day 7 today but it’ll likely be tomorrow. 

Summary: basically a bunch of crack.  While waiting for the Regalia’s repairs to finish, the boys engage in a bunch of shenanigans.  A bunch of young adult boys being boys.  SFW.  Dumb jokes/puns.  Took some inspiration from this post by @atarostarling because it was hilarious. Cachinnation (n.) - raucous laughter 

“Not that you could, Gladio, but you wouldn’t hit a man with spectacles, would you?” Ignis taunted, daggers held at the ready, smirking.  He flowed fluidly from foot to foot, stance wide, a deadly dance.

Noct and Prompto looked on from the high ridge that held their camp, doubled over in cachinnation (one of those large, fancy words Ignis so loved to use) at the hidden egotistical side of their stoic adviser.  He and Gladio had been sparring for some time, burning off some pent-up energy as they waited for Cindy to finish some work on the Regalia.  Gladio cocked his head, greatsword slung easily over his right shoulder.  Right hip popped to compensate the weight, left foot planted, laughter dragging at his scar.

“Of course not, Iggy,” he said flippantly.  "I’d hit him with a greatsword!“

Gladio charged forward, Ignis dropping down and scuttling away easily.

"You can’t even hit the broad side of a barn, you hulking garulessa!” Ignis mocked in return.

“At least I can make it with the ladies,” the brunette fired back, a wolfish grin on his scarred face.  "The only way you’d get laid is if you crawled up a chocobo’s ass and waited.“ Above, Noct and Prompto howled.

"Come now, Gladio,” Ignis drawled, dismissing his weapons as he and the Shield made the walk back to camp.  "We both know that simply isn’t true.“

The two bickered amiably up until dinner time, during which Ignis announced, "I’ve lost my potatoes.  I do hope they’ll turnip.”

Groans abound.  Chortles.

“Y'know,” Gladio piped up as Ignis served the completed meal, glancing at Prompto.  "I heard photographers make great botanists because they know photo synthesis.“

"Dude,” Prompto burst out, cackling.  "You guys are too much.“

"I honestly have no idea why they chose any of you to be a part of my retinue,” Noct mock complained, failing to hide an amused smile in his food.  "Unless you count knocking the enemies dead with the power of your trash puns.“

"But you’re the one who Nocts them out!” Prompto wheezed in response, laughter overtaking him.

When the Regalia finished the next day, the quartet decided to visit Takka, who had yet another ingredient errand for them to run.  To Noct’s distaste, he required a shipment of beans.  As an avid bean-hater, the prince was loath to accept the hunt.  

“Beeeaaaaannnnns,” he complained, grimacing.

“Hey Noct,” Gladio yelled from the other side of the diner.  "How does a man take a bubble bath?“

The remainder of the group turned with inquisitive eyes to the Shield, awaiting the punchline.

"He eats beans for dinner!” He announced, a loud guffaw passing his lips as soon as the line was delivered.  Noct snorted in laughter as well, Prompto quickly joining in.  Ignis hid his laughter behind a gloved hand, desperately seeking to retain his hold on his professional demeanor.

“Gladio, that’s hardly appropriate,” he chided, hoping the Astrals would keep all evidence of laughter from his voice.

“What’s hardly appropriate is the way Prompto’s staring at Cindy,” Noct laughed, slapping his best friend on the back on the way out of the diner.  "Go on, go say something!“

A bright flush violently overtook the young boy’s pale face, drowning out his freckles.  "N-no, I couldn’t do that.  Not to my grease monkey goddess…”

Coming out of the diner, Gladio blasted a laugh and also smacked Prompto on the back, sending him stumbling forward several paces, arms wind-milling.  "You just need practice!  There, look!  See that chick over there?“

Several eyes trained on the position he indicated, a woman browsing the general store’s supplies.  Pretty, if a little plain, alone.

"Go on, give it your best shot,” Gladio encouraged, pushing Prompto in her direction.  "Let’s see what you’re made of.“

Of course Noct supported the ridiculous idea as well, ocean eyes spirited with mischief.  Heaving a defeated sigh, Prompto put on his game face and approached the woman…

…only for her to snort in disgust as he approached, turning away.

"MAN DOWN!” Gladio cried.

Beside him, Noct tilted his head back, laughing until tears burned his eyes.

“Well, let’s see you do better!” Prompto wailed in defense, embarrassed.   Noct pointed to Gladio.  "I’m not doing it.  Have at it, Gladio.“

"Indeed,” Ignis finally spoke up, eyes igneous in challenge.  "I’ve yet to see this legendary ability to ‘land women,’ Gladio.“

The Shield never failed to take bait from the adviser, a cocky smirk splitting his face as he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders.  "Alright.  Watch and learn.”

The behemoth of a man sauntered up to the woman.  Noting that she was watching him out of the corner of her eye, he opened conversation.

“You know, your body is made up of seventy percent water.  Suddenly I’m thirsty as hell,” he said, flashing perfect white teeth in a wicked smile.

She was nonplussed, reaching for a magazine to hide her face.  "Bottled water is over in the coolers, I think.“

Chuckling, Gladio shrugged, not one to be easily deterred.  "Miss, if you were the words on that page, you’d be what they call fine print.  You feel me?”

Another snort, and the woman turned her back.  "No thank you.“

Stunned, Gladio returned to the laughing group.  

"Wow, I learned so much,” Prompto gasped between giggles.  "Great work, buddy!“

"Yeah, knucklehead,” Noct agreed.  "What a ladykiller.“

They looked to Ignis, who had remained silent.  His arms were crossed at his chest, a devilish smirk plastered on his face.

"Watch a true master at work, boys,” he announced.

They didn’t expect much, honestly.  When Ignis approached, he didn’t smile, didn’t get in the woman’s face, simply pursed his lips and cocked his head in confusion before gently seeking her attention.

“Excuse me, miss?” he asked, emerald eyes wide, innocent. “Yes?” she answered, disarmed.

“I find I need a woman’s advice on a matter, if you could spare a moment of your time?”  A charming smile accompanied his second query.

“Oh, sure!” She chirped happily.  "What’s up?“

"There’s a woman,” he began, pausing for effect to sigh dreamily, “a singularly beautiful woman and I’m simply not sure if I should talk to her.  She’s the most divine creature I’ve seen.  What do you suggest I do?”

A pretty blush rose on her cheeks as she subtly fanned herself with the magazine she was holding.  "Well, you should introduce yourself!“

"Mmm,” Ignis hummed deep in his chest.  "Are you quite sure?“

"Definitely!”

Ignis sat in mock contemplation for another moment before he raised smoldering eyes to hers, extending a hand in greeting.

“Well, I suppose in that case, my name is Ignis Scientia,” he breathed.  "Nice to meet you.“

As the woman took his hand, Gladio threw his hands up.  Noct and Prompto simply laughed.