#✌ ❛ ask prompt.

[spaceratprodigy]

*gulp* deacon/iris "please just kiss me" intimacy ask........ NYE party- (i am shot)

@oldworldwidgets — [ intimacy prompts ]

It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts

We're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again

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[mohammedaldeeb]

Hi, I hope you are safe ❤️ Tumblr glitched & I lost the message you sent me, but I was sure to share your campaign again, and I donated too. Praying for you and your family ❤️

I hope this message finds you well pegglefan🥺🙏.

I wanted to extend my heartfelt thanks for your prompt and thoughtful response to my recent ask for assistance❤💚.

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Your expertise and support have already made a significant difference, and I am very grateful for your guidance🌷.

As I continue to navigate this situation, I would be deeply appreciative of your ongoing support and advice.

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Once again, thank you for your kindness and generosity.

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[stickers-on-a-laptop]

guys i need prompts to write i am apparently being asked to help someone with an appointment and it sounds like it's gonna be a while so send me some and i'll type them up on my phone or something ✌

[estrellami-1]

I saw your post and I decided, why not? I've never done this before! (I'm no good at thinking of prompts). Currently I have one thing on my mind: Good Omens. And maybe this is weird to ask, but could you maybe take a scene from it and steddie-fy it? I don't care who's who.

There's a scene, which is my personal favorite, where Crowley asks Aziraphale to hang out after having dinner, and Aziraphale, with a soft voice and a longing look, says "You go too fast for me, Crowley."

And of course the "just a little demonic miracle of my own" scene. That ones a bit longer to explain, so I'd search it up for a better experience. This is the one all of us, including the author, speculate is when Aziraphale realized he was in love with Crowley.

Uhhhhhh yeah peace out ✌

Okay yes I know exactly what you’re talking about, I’ve seen the show and I’ve read the book (more than once actually lol) BUT it’s been forever and right now I’m not remembering anything besides the vaguest outline of the scene in the forest, when he starts going by Crowley. And then a few random scenes that I had to look up 😩 strangely enough I couldn’t find the “you go too fast for me, Crowley” scene anywhere which SUCKS because now I need to see it just to see it 😂

Also side note I would LOVE to Steddify the entire thing, I feel like Nancy would make a great Anathema, and Robin would be a fantastic Madame Tracy, esp considering the fact that Aziraphale/Steve (that’s what I’m imagining, at least) literally inhabits her body. And there’s even a Party what with Adam and them! I’m thinking Dustin as Adam, Max as Pepper, Will as Wensleydale, and Mike as Brian.

Anyways. Yes I love this a lot, thank you 😂

“Didn’t you have a flaming sword?” Eddifer asks, tilting his head

“Uh- oh, uh-” Steve stutters. It’s embarrassing, angels don’t stutter, but he’s caught wrong-footed, not sure he did the right thing anymore, and with Eddifer looking at him like that-

“You did! It was flaming like anything,” Eddifer says triumphantly. “Lost it already, have we?”

“I… gave it away,” Steve mumbles.

“You what?” Eddifer asks incredulously.

“I gave it away!” He shouts.

Eddifer looks at him for a second. Blinks. Looks away.

Steve’s left with a feeling he did something right. It’s more comforting than it should be, coming from a demon.

~~~~~~~~

Steve tilts his head. “Is that you under there, Eddifer?”

“‘S Eddie,” he grumps, lifting his helmet and sighing. “‘S Alright, lads, I know him.” He shakes his head. “What the heaven are you doing here?”

“I could ask the same of you!”

~~~~~~~~

“Animals,” Steve hisses, locked in a dungeon. This is a pickle if ever there was one.

“Animals don’t kill each other with clever machines, Angel, only humans do that.”

“Eddie,” he says, can’t help the excitement in his voice. Then he sees what Eddie’s wearing. “Oh, good Lord.”

Eddie’s lounging against the wall, arms crossed, looking Steve up and down. “What the deuce are you doing, locked up in the Bastille? I thought you were opening up a bookshop!”

“I was! I got… peckish.”

“Peckish,” Eddie parrots flatly.

Steve huffs. “Well if you must know, it was the crepes. Can’t get decent ones anywhere but Paris.”

“Angel,” Eddie says, “you’re really something else.”

Steve can’t quite figure out if that’s a compliment or not.

~~~~~~~~

“Y’know,” Steve says, almost certain Eddie’s going to push him up against a wall again for it. It’s half the reason he says it. “I think, deep down, you really are quite a nice person.”

Eddie doesn’t push him up against a wall, only smirks into his drink. “Only because you’re just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing.”

[cyberpunkboytoy]

Heya, I need to get some shit done so I'm trying out positive reinforcement. I saw these OC friend group questions and decided they are my reward: for every task I get done, I get to answer a prompt (and I'll be adding a doodle to each one)✌

These four all end up as a friend group midway through Terminal Status, and have some pretty fun dynamics between them. Please let me ramble about my OCs by sending me asks with prompt numbers.

[evilwriter37]

Hi! This is for the Nsft/Whump prompts

You could choose between #19 for Vigcup or #13 for this weird ship of mine; Vigstrid 😅✌

Thank you for requesting! I chose to go with Vigstrid, given that there's hardly anything out there for it and I wanted to challenge myself. You're making me ship it, anon.

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Rated: explicit

Warnings: none

Pairings: Viggo/Astrid

Word Count: 855

Summary: Astrid has sex with Viggo for the first time and is surprised by how good the experience is.

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"I never thought you could make such sweet noises," Astrid breathed as she rode her partner's cock, in absolute awe of everything that was happening. For one, she was having sex. And for two, she was having sex with Viggo Grimborn.

"Me neither." Viggo's voice was just as breathy, and he took her by the hips gently. This man could be gentle, this man who had led the Dragon Hunters in business and battle for years, this man who had hurt and killed, and...

He was being gentle. Viggo was very different now, after having been burned chasing the one thing that had mattered to him: the Dragon Eye. He'd realized how shallow his life and his ambitions had been without having care for others.

That care now extended to her and the other Riders. Though, his care for her was very different from his care for them.

And Astrid had only heard threats out of him before, but now she was hearing sweet moans and sighs. She'd never once thought that something like this would ever happen.

"I-I'm sorry," Viggo said after some time, clearly in thought.

"What?"

"For everything I did before."

"Don't you dare try to apologize while I'm having sex with you," Astrid scolded. "This isn't apology sex. It's just sex."

Viggo smirked at her. "Whatever you say, my dear."

Astrid placed her hands on Viggo's broad, naked chest, riding him slowly, given that he was rather large, and sex was new to her. It hurt a bit, but she liked it. She liked it so much. Despite being intimidated by the sheer size of him everywhere, she'd wanted to be on top and take control. That was just how she was.

And Viggo seemed to be fine with that. He didn't roll them over or use his grip on her hips to make her go harder or faster than she wanted to. He just let her do this and pleasure the both of them.

"Are you close?" Astrid asked, voice low with lust in a way she'd never heard before.

Viggo ran his hands up over her back, the touch so good it made her shiver. "Not quite, darling."

Astrid arched into him, tilting her head back, humming with her eyes closed. "Oh. I am."

"Feeling your end would be splendid." Viggo's voice was also low with lust: a rumble.

Astrid had never thought she would like slow sex, had thought that her enjoyment would more align with something fast and hard and almost vicious. Maybe next time, but now, this was what she wanted, what she needed. Her orgasm was riding up on her, tensing her muscles in all the right places, increasing her pleasure to a burning she felt in her extremities.

Astrid's mouth dropped open in a loud gasp when she came, followed suit by a long moan. Her walls clenching around Viggo felt so good, and her body was burning and buzzing. Though she was rather good at pleasuring herself, she'd never had an orgasm this good before. She'd never felt so connected with someone before either. She swore she could feel Viggo's soul in her.

Viggo said nothing as she rode him through her climax. He just gripped her hips, let her dig her nails into his chest.

Astrid didn't know what to do when it was over. She was oversensitive, the feeling of Viggo's cock in her now too much. But, she hadn't gotten him off, and she wanted to.

"You do not have to continue if you do not wish to," Viggo said. "I can finish myself."

"I want to help," Astrid said. She climbed off of him, moaning as he came out of her. She took another look at his cock, and was utterly astonished that that had been in her.

She laid beside him, snuggling close, and reached her hand down. Her touch elicited a small gasp from Viggo, and a big arm wrapped around her, pulling her so tight against him he was almost crushing her.

But he was still gentle, even as he neared climax and his muscles tightened. She could feel his cock throb under her fingers.

He came with a sigh and a moan, hardly giving any warning, but Astrid hadn't needed any--being so close to him, she'd known that it was going to happen. She almost laughed at the way cum spurted from his slit. She'd known what a man's orgasm was like, but had never witnessed one personally, or been the cause of it.

She stroked him through it, and he laid a big hand on hers when he was finished, when it became too much. She pulled her hand away.

For a while, they just laid there in silence, breathing together, Astrid's breaths more even, Viggo's more like panting. Once his breathing had slowed, he looked at her and gave her a smile. She was on his right side so that he could see her. He was blind in his left eye now from his injury.

"That was wonderful, Astrid, my dear."

Astrid smiled, pecked him on the lips. "Yes. Yes it was."

[maranull]

I was supposed to be writing the new S&G chapter, but writing the upcoming scenes is hard. So, I'm taking Hug's latest ask for Malenia and making it for Meli cause it was a lovely ask and I want to.

The original prompt is here. I did skip the breakfast at bed prompt. Honestly I dunno why. I think I just wanted to try just generic headcanons right now. Might get back to this and add the x reader part. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Melina:

Fav food:

She likes pretty much anything containing Rowa fruits. Yes, humans are unable to digest them. She's a demigod, so I say she can. She tried them once while chilling with Torrent when she was young, and got the taste then.

Fav soup:

Guillemot soup. She also likes deer soup, but doesn't make it as often.

Random "kitchen" headcanons:

Can cook decently

While she mostly cooks meat, when she decides to cook veggies they are always her best work

But she doesn't do so often since she mostly prefers to eat them raw

She's not a big fan of root veggies

Doesn't carry fresh supplies with her and forages daily for food

She does carry a small pot, a pan and a wooden spoon and fork

Oftentimes she'll smoke the meat for easy meals while riding Torrent

Taste is important, but secondary. If it can be eaten, she shall eat it

Kitchen is in quotation marks cause I don't think a campfire technically counts as a kitchen.

Ai'ght, successfully avoided writing my actual fic. :P Later ✌

[makeyoumine69]

I'm going to have a really shitty next week (as usual), but I hope to share some more stuff. I don't know what it will be, probably promtps for 1k celebration and maybe some asks.

The last prompt for my Bingo challenge is almost done, but holy moly, I'm so afraid it's going to get flagged really fast. Anyway, I can't stop writing because I love Patrick Bateman so damn much! It overwhelms my depression about the labeling system, but also your support gives me life.

Love y'all!🖤✌

[naivesilver]

👉👈 perhaps, something from the angsty asks for Thee divorce au? if you feel inclined to? If you're not feeling inspired, however, I will offer you the option of: angsty asks + any iteration of Lampwick that you wish ✌

BEWARE!!!!! I's almost Christmas, which means soon will be prime Hallmark movie season and these bitches can get divorced again 😊💕

Angsty Question Prompts

"Are you sure you’re gonna be okay on your own?"

"How's she holding up, now that she's back in school?"

"Better than I thought." Lampwick pauses just enough to wedge the phone between his shoulder and ear, thus gaining an additional free hand he can use to continue cooking and talking at the same time. "Her teacher said she's very well behaved these days. Like nothing's happened."

He hears August hum distantly in response, as if trying to come up with a reply. "She's very young. They process things different at that age."

"Thanks for that," Lampwick cuts back, sharper than he'd intended. "Like I haven't heard the same thing from everyone and their mom lately."

He regrets it almost immediately when silence reaches him from the other end of the line, but then again, he finds himself astonishingly short in patience as of late. People are full of helpful tips and pitying smiles when you've buried a sister within the last couple months, but not one of them has so much as offered to help him move a toddler's life into his apartment, except maybe Robin, who has the sleeping patterns of an insomniac chicken and does the preschool drop-off in the morning.

Robin, and August. August would probably shoot the moon down if Renata asked him, and Lampwick has just snapped back at him like it's no big deal, and apologizing is out of the question, given how awkward things still are between them. All that's left for him to do is to let his frustration out on the eggs he's currently preparing, who he can now face two-handed and who are turning out to be more scrambled than he had planned.

Damn it, how does one even feed a kid consistently? He's out of ideas two days into every week, and yet he still has to make sure Renata gets all her proteins and fibers and carbs, breakfast, lunch, snack and dinner, and can't just reheat pasta five times in a row anymore. How did his sister do it? Actually, how did he survive on those depressing bachelor meals for about half a year, after the divorce papers came through?

"What about you?"

The question catches him unprepared, fumbling with his whisk and frowning at an invisible interlocutor. "What about me?" He parrots, dully.

"How are you doing? Are you sure you're going to be okay on your own?"

No, Lampwick is not sure. Not in the slightest, in fact. There are days where he feels like he's treading along the edge of a huge crack that has opened across the floor of his house, and the only reason why he doesn't simply jump in is a three-year-old with his bright hair and her mother's dimpled smile, sleeping in the next room over clutching her stuffed horse.

He's not okay, no. He wasn't ready for this, but there's no one else who'll do it - at least, no one else he trusts to do it the way Renata deserves, with love instead of pigheaded agendas.

Which is why, instead of letting any of these thoughts pass his lips, he simply snorts and says, forcedly snarky: "Course I am. I always come through, don't I?"

"Yeah." The doubt is heavy in August's voice, probably because he's heard this kind of act a thousand times during their marriage, but mercifully he doesn't comment in it, and only adds, "But...please, call me if there's anything I can do. You know it's never a problem."

You weren't saying that last year, Lampwick thinks, tartly, but that isn't helpful, either. They are grown men, not resentful children. They are supposed to act maturely, even when they are sad and upset and grieving. "Sure. I'll keep that in mind."

Then he hurries through his goodbyes and tosses the phone aside, letting go of the whisk and numbly wondering when he started clutching it so tightly that his hand is now cramping, aching as though he'd punched a wall.

[lacenvs3000w24]

Interpreting Nature for Me and (maybe) for You

The connection between this week’s prompt and the concept of learning styles really guided my thought process for this one. The idea that people learn in different ways is not novel, but it shouldn’t be cast aside, either.

Initially, in my imagined life as an interpreter, I envisioned myself outdoors, delivering nature-oriented activities to a variety of audiences.

The more I thought about it though, I came to some realizations.

First of all, even if I think a particular activity is engaging and worthwhile, there is no guarantee that everyone in the audience would agree. There is a huge chance that some people engage way more than others with the activities, and there are many reasons this might be.

Think of a bubbly kid with a big personality — they are likely to present the thoughts and questions that pop into their head. In contrast, a timid but equally as interested kid might not have the same inclination to voice their ideas, despite fostering a seedling of grand enthusiasm within them. I can relate to the quiet kids in the corner who may be hesitant to push their way to the front, where the “best view” might be.

images from Pinterest

While I think offering something tactile, something auditory, and something visual is a decent catch-all strategy, it doesn’t entirely solve the problem. Beyond that, my learning style shapes the way I see the world, and the respective value of the ideas I have.

I tend to fall into the category of “auditory learner” — having someone explain things to me has always felt the most effective. Along with that, I think I understand things best when they feel like a sort of story — that kind of logical flow just makes sense to me and sticks with me the most, especially when I’ve also had time alone to reflect.

This had me rethinking my ideal role, because ideally, I would be able to offer a personal, individual experience to everyone in the audience. So, instead of focusing on trying to accomplish everything all at once, I think we can approach things differently.

I understand, somewhat, the way in which I learn, the types of activities that feel engaging to me. As such, if we each focus on honing that understanding and translating it into our work as interpreters, those who learn and engage similarly will have access to a truly valuable experience.

Personally, I really love the idea of combining my love for nature with my love for the visual arts. For example, in Lab Studies in Ornithology (course code is ZOO 4920 and I highly recommend btw), I loved the field notebook assignment. In short, we were asked to get outside, find some birds, observe them, jot down thoughtful questions and include sketches, then go home and do some research to answer the questions that came up in the field.

a collage of some of my field notebook entries from ZOO 4920

The general premise is one that natural historians employed, before snapping pictures and googling things on the spot was possible or feasible. It leaves you with a record of observations and information about the things that you are personally interested in.

My ideal role as an environmental interpreter, then, would involve developing a guided nature journal or field notebook, complete with relatively general (but also creativity-sparking) prompts and blank spaces to fill with observational sketches.

📜For example... Go to your favourite outdoor space and make an entry about a plant or natural feature that you tend to overlook. or Make an entry from an urban area near you. How is nature incorporated into this type of space? Try to spot and identify 5 species in this area.

In my mind, this fulfills my ideals offering others the chance to:

🌿get outside

✌have a personalized experience

📚capture experiences and observations, such that they can be reflected upon and shared with others if desired

A challenge I anticipate coming up would be parsing through my ideas to pick out the gems among the rubble, figuring out which ideas would actually be interesting to a wide enough audience while still being sort of niche. Either way, I think the fact that almost anyone, anywhere could pick up the journal and fill it with their own interpretation of their own surroundings.

Can’t wait to read about everyone else’s amazing aspirations!!

[spaceratprodigy]

new art in about an hour btw 👍

[jplupine]

✍🌕 ~Requests Info~ ✍🌕

🐾 Rules:

🐺 You must be 18+ to make a request. 🐺 Send me the full character(s) name with a prompt for drabbles/headcanons/thirsts/etc. State whether it should be SFW or NSFW if the prompt doesn't make it clear! In the case of prompts requiring a partner, add in sex/gender/pronouns for a Reader; I might use an OC if this is not specified. 🐺 I will write some darker topics but not all. 🐺 Specifically no scat/piss/vomit fetish, DDLG/CGL, incest, foot fetish, or vore. 🐺 No pro-bigotry, graphic self-harm, suicide, etc. 🐺 Not all requests will be answered, but the ones that spark inspiration will be!

[Subject to change as I figure more shit out ✌]

Fandoms/Characters I write for:

🐾 Bleach:

Grimmjow || Szayel || Kenpachi Zaraki || Sajin Komamura || Shunsui Kyoraku || Kensei Muguruma || Akon || Kisuke Urahara || Renji Abarai || Ggio Vega || Coyote Starrk || Yasutora 'Chad' Sado || Isshin Kurosaki || + a few others. You can ask if the character you're looking for is not here!

🐾 Dorohedoro:

Kaiman || Aikawa || Kai || Risu/Curse || Noi || Shin

🐾 Haikyuu!!:

Aone Takanobu || Asahi Azumane || Bokuto Kotaro || Kuroo Tetsuro || Kyotani Kentaro || Yu Nishinoya || Tanaka Ryunosuke || Ushijima Wakatoshi || Iwaizumi Hajime || + a few others. You can ask if the character you're looking for is not here!

🐾 Naruto:

Gaara || Kakashi Hatake || Madara Uchiha || Obito Uchiha || Kiba Inuzuka || Hidan || Kankuro || Choji Akamichi || Shikamaru Nara || + a few others. You can ask if the character you're looking for is not here!

🐾 Kimetsu no Yaiba:

Inosuke Hashibira || Genya Shinazugawa || Giyu Tomioka || Tengen Uzui || Sanemi Shinazugawa || Akaza || Hantengu Clones || Gyutaro || Kyogai

🐾 Misc.

Bolin || Zuko || Ban || Zebra [Toriko] || Bakugo Katsuki || Aizawa Shota || Roronoa Zoro || Raian Kure || Sukuna || Gojo Satoru || Yuuji Itadori || Monsters || Any characters I already have a fic for [you can check my masterlist] || Any of my OCs

[aiwe-the-little-bird]

For the character ask prompt: 4, 6, 14 and free choice pick one you want to answer!

Oh yesssss. LOVE THESE ONES AND THANKS FOR THE ASK 😘😊

100% answering these for my Githyanki, A'arin ✌ Because She's the coolest.

4: If your Tav was a companion, where would they be found?

If A'arin was a companion, she would have immediately found herself a little hiding spot after the crash where she could come up with a game plan of her own. Probably inside the overgrown ruins. Girl would have been contemplating sneaking out to avoid the treasure hunters when the rest of the gang finds her.

6: What companion are you platonically close with?

Lae'zel. Though it's certainly a love/hate relationship. They are wonderful friends and spend many evenings speaking with each other and sharing stories of their younger years. The only issue is that they are constantly trying to one-up each other. They both think they are hot shit and believe they are smarter, stronger, etc. than the other. (A'arin is definitely the cooler one. But don't tell Lae'zel or they'll start fighting again.)

14: What hobbies does your Tav have?

Girl is huge on meditation. When she isn't being forced to find her way through swamps and mountain passes, she can be found in deep meditation at camp. She also enjoys braiding hair. She finds both activities peaceful and adores the fact that she can escape into her own head for a while with such mindless tasks.

Free Choice: (I chose number 22: What languages is your character fluent in?)

She speaks Tir of course, as a Githyanki. But she is also fluent in Faeruni (or common), something she was forced to learn at Creche Y'llek as a youngling. It sure has come in handy though. Aside from that, Halsin is teaching her Or'Tel'Quessan, the language/dialect of the wood-elves. "For fun", she says. It certainly isn't because she wants to find common ground with the large elf. Definitely not.

Thank you for the ask again! I could talk for ages about this Gith girl.

[spicykat9]

❤️✌️♡Á

from the Muse post

For GerEng if possible

sorry that it's more than one :)

No Problem! I love having multiple prompts/characters. And it's GerEng. Never apologize for GerEng.

Ask Game

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

Arthur: Neck. Even just a light brush can put him in the mood. An easy way to tease him.

Ludwig: Hmm...I never really thought about it but... I've written a few times of his stomach/abdomen being sensitive

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✌ : Is your muse good with their hands?

Arthur: Definitely. Both hands and mouth. He knows the best places to touch to get a reaction and how to vary his movement and pressure. He's got a lot of experience after all.

Ludwig: That's a toughy. Because he's pretty inexperienced and shy to the point he doesn't know what to do/doesn't want to mess up. But he makes up for it with his big, warm hands. Plus the calluses from all the work he does adds to the sensation.

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♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing?

Arthur: With Ludwig specifically, it's less of embarrassment and not wanting to make Ludwig feel guilty. Let's just say he has some scars from a certain event, during a certain war. So when they first start getting intimate, Arthur would keep his shirt on. Oh additionally. Since he's trans he's got scars from self imposed top surgery. And again, he's not embarrassed, but at the time he hadn't come out to Ludwig yet, fearing that Ludwig would see him differently and break things off.

But in the end, he didn't really have anything to worry about with the trans thing. Ludwig was completely cool with it. The other scars on the other hand. The first time Arthur revealed them, it ruined the mood and Ludwig was sent into a bit of a guilt ridden spiral. But after some time and a bit more healing, it worked out.

Ludwig: Yes as well, but again, it's less out of embarrassment and more he doesn't want to get questioned about it. He has a lot of scars. Mainly from being experimented on. He's basically blocked that period of his life from his mind and doesn't like to think about it. He worries that someone will ask one day and make all those memories come flooding back. So far, at least with Arthur, nothing has been asked.

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Á : Is your muse loud in bed?

Arthur: Yes. It depends on his partner how much he will try to keep himself quiet. But with Ludwig, he's not afraid to be loud.

Ludwig: It takes a bit to get him to loosen up enough in bed. But he can be.

[kutyozh]

hola buenas! he visto que me has reblogeado y quiero interactuar mas con la gente así que aquí estoy! desgraciadamente no hablo alemán pero me armo de google translate para leer tus respuestas :))

☾ , ✌ , ☯, ☪ , ❀ que te parecen estas para el ask game?

que pases un buen uyld día!

@themothcriminal

holis!!!! gracias por enviarme este ask jejeje a ver empecemos:

☾ : favourite word from your language Die schwierigste Frage vorneweg, hm? Gott. Ich musste meinen eigenen Blog durchsuchen, um fündig zu werden. Hier sind ein paar: Heimweh (n.) = longing for home [tw Shoah für den Link] Seelenklempner:in (n.) = therapist (humorous; lit.: soul plumber) hobbylos (adj.) = 'hobbyless'; eine Beleidigung, die in den 2010er Jahren aufkam

✌ : favourite proverb/saying from your language Ich habe lange überlegt, aber ich muss einfach dieses hier nehmen, weil ich glaube, dass es einfach so ur-deutsch ist: "Alles hat ein Ende, nur die Wurst hat zwei." Absolut zum Augenverdrehen, aber ich liebe Wortspiele... gerne mal in den Google Übersetzer eingeben :^)

☯ : what do you love about your language? Ich mag, dass es so viele Dialekte gibt. Und Deutsch kann unter Umständen auch sehr, sehr emotionale Bilder erzeugen!

☪ : what do you hate about your language? Ich bin nicht mit Hochdeutsch aufgewachsen, deshalb musste ich mich erst einmal an den Klang gewöhnen, als ich woandershin gezogen bin. Ich mochte ihn am Anfang gar nicht. Mittlerweile geht es aber, obwohl ich Hochdeutsch immer noch nicht besonders schön finde. Ich mag deutsche Dialekte viel lieber (inklusive die alemannischen und österreichischen).

❀ : which language(s) would you like to speak fluently? Ich würde halt wirklich gerne Kasachisch sprechen können 🥺 aber es wird wohl noch mindestens ein Jahr dauern, bis ich überhaupt anfangen kann, es zu lernen :')

espero que pases un buen uyld también - espera mi ask con uyld prompts jeje 💙

[synnthamonsugar]

Bunch of new followers (hi!) so I’m issuing my usual reminder to ask to tag if there’s something you want to track or avoid for whatever reason. I’m usually good with tagging for the focus of this blog (fandom stuff) but tend to be a bit less granular with topics that aren’t the main focus (e.g. “irl stuff” which covers news, politics, social issues, etc.)

Encourage you to check out my art & fic tags ("synnth art" and "synnth fic"), my general fandom tags, and “fic” tag for cool stuff that friends have made.

Asks are on, please feel free to drop a message, reply to ask games or send in prompts, I like interacting w/ folks. ✌