#✱ASKMEME

[warriorsdesignsnick]

for the prompts, silverstream and prompt 4!

i just discovered what sparkle cats are hahaha

[the-lunar-scribes]

Pick My muse up!

See what their reaction is! Tell me HOW you pick them up to add some extra spice!

[snailtrain]

actually E2 for Desmond and Altair too

ehehehehehehe

this is a fill for this meme

[majormeilani]

shipping bingo board i made because some of them don't appeal to my personal thoughts. you may reblog and repost but if you repost outside of tumblr do not remove the watermark so others can get a clean ver of the board to use if they so wish. (watermark can be removed if you are posting to tumblr tho!!!!) these can apply however you wish and you may elaborate in your response too if what i put in the boxes doesn't get your thoughts across :)

[tj-dragonblade]

I SEE YOU HAVE A TAKE ON MER HOB MAY I HEAR ABOUT MER HOB

YOU ABSOLUTELY MAY, even if it took me longer to respond than intended, oops. But! Mer-Hob is slowly turning into a different fic than originally imagined last year. Which is fine, and good, because what I'd originally imagined just wasn't working. I think I can confidently place him back on the wip list now with a better idea of the shape he'll have moving forward. And for you, thank you for your patience, here is their freshly-drafted first kiss scene:

"Dream?"

Dream glances to where Hob sits beside him, tail fin drifting idly in the water near Dream's bare feet. Dream had brought chocolate, again; the delight Hob had displayed the first two times was something he wanted to see again, and again, and again. He wanted to find every way possible to bring joy to Hob, to make that warm smile light up, to bring his laughter bubbling forth.

The chocolate has been finished, though, and Hob sounds…tentative; Dream's brow creases. "Yes?"

"I've got a question for you. Or. Well. Not so much a question, as something I'd like to tell you." He's tilted his head slightly, is toying with the lowest spine of his ear-fin. "It's. It's—I've been trying to tell you, like I would another mer, but I don't think you get it. And why would you, culturally, you've got no way to know if I don't explain it first right? So I thought, maybe I should just. Try it the human way?"

Dream is perplexed, not sure he entirely follows what Hob is trying to say, but then Hob is leaning closer, leaning in, as if he means to—

His lips touch Dream's, and Dream's heart stops as his brain catches up. Hob. Is kissing him—

Except it's not exactly a kiss, has none of the common elements aside from two pairs of lips in contact; Hob is very still, holding that touch for another instant, and then he pulls back.

Dream's heart thuds in his chest, tripping faster; he can feel how wide his eyes are and how his mouth has fallen slightly open, but all he can see is the hopeful uncertainty in the warm depthless brown of Hob's eyes.

"I'm sorry if I didn't do it right. But a kiss is how you say you like someone, right?"

"I. Yes." Dream is drowning in the instant-replay inside his own brain. Hob. Had kissed him. Hob had kissed him. Hob had kissed him—

"Well. I like you. And I think maybe…maybe you might um. Like me too?"

Dream manages a nod. "Mmhm." His heart is racing.

"Well!" Hob looks delighted if still nervous, and his tail flicks up in the water with a splash. "That's good, then! Brilliant! Okay!" He smiles, all warmth and happy energy. "Okay."

"Merfolk do not kiss, then?" Dream is slowly processing, still catching up, still circling helplessly around the bright spot of Hob kissed me, Hob LIKES me.

"Not many, nope. And I've never. But I've seen enough humans and human stuff to get the idea. Did I do it right?"

"Right enough. However." Boldness surges up in Dream, riding the bubbling tide of joy curling higher within his chest. "Can I. May I show you, what observation alone does not perhaps convey?"

"Of course," Hob says, curiosity in the tilt of his eyebrows, and Dream leans in.

It's soft, sweet; he fits his lips gently to Hob's and presses, brushes them together and apart and together again, aching with the fulfillment of this long-held wish. He is kissing. Hob. And Hob is kissing back, tentatively matching the movement of Dream's mouth on his, and Dream is dizzy with it. His hands yearn to hold, to touch; he brings one up and lets his fingertips flutter lightly to rest on Hob's cheek, away from the delicate spread of his ear-fin, away from the curve of his neck where his gills are tightly sealed. And when Hob reaches carefully to touch him in kind, Dream's heart soars.

A long moment passes before he ends the kiss at last; he draws back just enough to see, to watch Hob's eyes blink slowly open.

"Oh," Hob breathes, voice full of softness and wonder, and his beautiful eyes shine warm with the same.

~ Mer-Hob wip tag for the other recent chunk and some older little bits that may just wind up orphaned

[saturncoyote]

📐 Whats your favorite kinds of lines to draw?

I enjoy drawing fur basically

[heavenslittlehellion]

tapping the mic. is this thing on.

send me ur furfur headcanons.

[ashes0909]

for the TS lyrics prompt list you reblogged, 18 for stevetony? 👀

18. The worst thing that I ever did / Was what I did to you Ship: Stony

Tony knew he shouldn't just show up at Steve's apartment. He knew he wouldn't be welcome, not after they'd spent that evening on the rooftop, hands inching together until palms clasped, and then the very next night was photographed on a date with Christine Everhart.

"It's been hard to open up to people," Steve had said on the rooftop, the moonlight casting over his face, highlighting the way his lips had turned down in a frown. "But with you," Steve went on to admit. "It's easy."

Tony's heart had skipped from one beat to the next, his hand clenching around Steve's and he'd taken a leap: "I want to be that person you share things with, that person you come to when it all gets too hard. Or when you're having the best day. Or when you're bored or excited or...all of it. I'm here for you Steve. I want to be yours."

"I want that, too." And maybe Steve's eyes had flicked down to Tony's lips, and maybe Tony's tongue had come out to briefly lick the chapped corner of his own lips in response.

But then the rooftop door had slammed open and the rest of the gang rolled through the doorway in a boisterous rumble of laughter and chatter, and their hands had fallen from one another.

Now, across the television screen behind Steve, Christine Everhart hung from Tony's side.

Tony swallowed. "How was your day?" He willed the TV to turn off, to make that image go away.

"My day?" Steve scoffed. "Who cares."

"I--"

"I'm sure Everhart talked your ear off enough."

"Steve, that was for appearances. Trust me, if I turned her down tonight it would be headline news tomorrow."

Steve sighed. "Whatever, Tony, I don't care, I--"

Tony stepped forward, pulling Steve's hand into his own, clenching it tight. "Trust me, please, I'd rather have been on that rooftop with you, than on a date with Everhart--with anyone else."

Steve's eyes narrowed, but he didn't pull his hand away. "Then...no one else? From now on?"

"There's been no one else since the rooftop. Everhart was damage control."

The betrayal began to slip from Steve's gaze and the clenching around Tony's heart eased.

Steve stepped closer, ran his free hand across Tony's cheek. "Promise me."

"I promise. I'll do my damndest to make that--" he gestured over Steve's shoulder "--the worst thing I ever do to you."

Steve caught Tony's gaze and held it before bringing their lips together in a soft kiss. When he pulled back, he whispered against Tony's lips, "Good."

Taylor Swift Prompt List

[mylordshesacactus]

Tag Game - Writing Patterns

List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern.

1.Smoke and the sharp tang of blood drifted over Teldrassil. (Reunification, Warcraft)

2. It was a nameless backwater moon in a nameless backwater system, and Ahsoka had never wanted to be anywhere less in her life. (Riposte, Star Wars)

3. Padawan learner Barriss Offee scuffed her heel idly against the duracrete. (When These Moments Have Passed, Star Wars/Fox and the Hound fusion)

4. “Going somewhere, Lady Crowley?” (Shadows and Goldclover, Warcraft, E)

5. It’s a good place for an ambush. (some desperate small creature, Warcraft)

6. Sunrise on Rannoch was—Tali’s chest constricted painfully. (Housewarming, Mass Effect)

7. “Again,” the instructor ordered, voice crisp. (Quicksilver, BG3)

8. The world grows quiet. And their time grows short. (Truesilver, BG3)

9. A boy dreams of a wolf’s whelp. (an unkindness of ravens, Assassin's Creed: Valhalla)

10. FOREWORD (By Miranda Lawson) | In 2196, a young asari named Ashethe Matolis was granted asylum by the Alliance. (257 Years Of Unanswered Correspondence With An Ardat-Yakshi Monastery, Mass Effect)

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I think the most prominent pattern here is that I definitely have a strong preference for opening "with two feet down", as my high school mentor and creative-writing teacher put it. Not necessarily in medias res, though I do love doing that--but immediately grounded, placing the reader IN the scene from the first sentence.

As such a lot of these involve sensory details, an immediate touchstone for the character's physical location or surroundings, or both. The worst thing you can do for immersion is have your reader spend several hundred words either unable to picture the characters in context, or THINKING they're picturing the context correctly and then out of the blue dropping that they're actually somewhere completely different.

(Unless you're deliberately misleading the reader in order to deliver a punchline, obviously, but I think that should go without saying.)

I also tend to make my opening lines direct and to the point, and rarely open a fic with a full paragraph. In order to give the reader that sense of standing on solid ground--essentially of "landing with two feet down," falling into the fic and looking around to see where they are--you gotta give that opening line a little room to breathe.

The only exceptions on this list are 4, 9, and 10, and honestly, only 9 really counts!

-> The structure of 257 Years is an epistolary fic, so it actually IS serving as that immediate sensory grounding--It's establishing from the very beginning the sense that you are, in-universe, picking up a book and opening it to the front page.

-> Shadows & Goldclover is my fun little Tess/Lorna porn, and the setup is in fact that Tess is startling her in the garden. So the initial brief disorientation (I do immediately give some setting details in the next paragraph) is exactly the sensory experience I want my readers to have, it puts them in the same headspace as Lorna

-> Unkindness Of Ravens is, genuinely, one of the best stories I've ever written and I hope people are willing to give it a chance even if they're not really asscreed people--it stands on its own just fine as an exploration of fictional Norse queerness. And in that case, the deliberate sense of....an unmoored, vague, disoriented lack of any solid physical setting, is exactly what I was going for! It's a prophetic vision; it should feel otherworldly. I deliberately avoid giving the reader ANY solid ground until after the scenebreak..at which point they are IMMEDIATELY given sensory details and a place name, because the whole thematic point of the fic is Valka being brought in from the cold and finding acceptance, security, and a place to belong.

[sweetside]

🎃Trick or Treat🍬

It's the spookiest part of the year, everyone Nyeh nyeh Nyeeeeeeh!~ Or not if you reblog this in April or something.

So let's celebrate this most wonderful time of the year with our muses!

Send 🎃 or (Trick) to give my muse a piece (or multiple pieces of candy) from the list below!

Send 🍬 or (Treat) to let my muse choose a piece (or multiple) from the list below. (Im not liable if some of the less bright muses decide to not read the effects before consumption.)

Remember that the muses' Mun can pick out the candy sent to them if they don't want their muse eating it.

The Options:

🍭(Lollipop) : Upon eating this, the eater gains 10 lbs.

🍪(Cookie) : Upon eating this, the eater gains 50 lbs.

🍫(Chocolate Bar) : Upon eating this, the eater gains 100 lbs.

🥛(Milk dud) : Upon eating this, the eater's bust size doubles.

🍑(Peach Sweet): Upon eating this, the eater's butt doubles in size.

🍐(Pear Gummy): Upon eating this, the eater's hips double in size.

🍌(Banana Marshmallow): Upon eating this, the eater grows 1 foot taller.

🫐(Berry Gum): Upon eating this, the eater's skin starts to change into the colour of the berry the asker specified (Blueberry by default), The muse also slowly fills up with said berry's juice.

🥝(Kiwi Pop rock): Upon eating this, the eater's hair grows 1 foot longer.

🧃(Juice box): Upon eating this, the eater gains a months worth of muscle.

🍋(Lemon Lozenge): The eater's personality becomes stubborn and sure of themselves!

🍯(Honey Drop): The eater's personality becomes sickeningly sweet and optimistic!

🧂(Salt Toffee): The eater's personality becomes outgoing and vocal!

🥒(Bitter Pickle): The eater's personality becomes spoiled and self-entitled!

🌿(Mint sauce): The eater's personality becomes more confident and concerned about their identity!

🥡(Leftovers): The eater's personality becomes more lazy and lethargic.

⚡(Energy Drink): The eater's personality flips upside down, becoming the reverse of what it is!

🪥(Tooth paste): The eater's personality resets to their original one.

🐺(Moon pie): The eater turns into a Werewolf!

😺(Kit Kat): The eater turns into a Cat Girl/Cat Boy!

🐟(Swedish Fish): The eater turns into a Mermaid/Merman!

🐰(Candy Carrot): The eater turns into a Bunny Girl/Bunny Boy!

🐮(Milk bottle candy): The eater turns into a Cow Girl/Cow Boy!

🦇(Red Licorice): The eater turns into a Vampire!

👻(Sugar Glass): The eater becomes a Ghost!

😈(Spicy Sucker): The eater becomes a Devil or Demon!

🧶(Strawberry Laces): The eater becomes a construct! (Like a doll or golem or maybe even a Frankenstein!)

🐵(Gum): The eater becomes a human!

🔴(Mars Bar): Turns the eater Male!

🟡(Venus Wine gum): Turns the eater Female!

Additional Details:

(These can be added to the ask to change the candy's effect.)

🪙(Cheap candy): Flips the candy's effect to be negative. (Doubling becomes Halving, etc.)

🏠(Home-made): The candy's original effect is ignored. Instead the effect is decided by the asker. (Beware that this is the type of candy Mun's are most likely to throw out.)

✖️(Charity): Doubles the effects of the given candy.

🍿(Grab bag): The Mun must randomly roll for what candy their muse gets.(Note: There are exactly 30 pieces of candy to choose from.) (Though they can still throw it away, or roll again.)

[warriorsdesignsnick]

Sparklecat Squirrelflight?

popular demand!!

[the-lunar-scribes]

SEND in a character name Or A USER name!

My Muse will say if they would or would not date that character. And they will give a reason as to WHY!

[snailtrain]

but then also B1 for Ezio and Desmond

ohoho. I have chosen AC2 Ezio ♥

this is a response to this meme

[aka-trashrat]

🧣 with Ordo Skirata <3

From the Comfort My Characters ask meme.

Image description: Kal'buir is standing behind his son, Ordo, as Ordo sits on a chair in front of a computer terminal with a focused look on his face. Kal is holding a red blanket in both hands and is in the process of draping it over his son's shoulders. Kal is dressed in his distinctive golden Mandalorian armor, and Ordo is wearing the red Clone Trooper fatigues. End ID.

If Ordo won't go to bed, then maybe the bed will have to go to Ordo.

[tj-dragonblade]

For the title ask game - I'd really love to read more of the 1889 rain kiss fic 🥰🥹 I'm so weak for all the anguish and drama 1889 entails

Ah, then let me share with you from closer to the beginning of this thing, where the anguish and drama are strongest!

He centers his attention on this nightmare, to feel out the shape of what frightens Hob so, what about him frightens Hob so. For it is about him, that much is plain to tell; there are few dreamers to whom he is known such that he could be dreamed about, and it tickles at his awareness when they do. It is but the smallest effort to find Hob and step into his Dream, a mere gesture to dismiss the diligent nightmare, his faithful subject, who was directing the dreamscape. It is no effort at all to slip himself into his own shade within the dream, to face the reality that Hob fears him, some part of him, no matter his own feelings on such a revelation. It is not unexpected, after all; he is a creature to be feared, respected, admired perhaps, but not befriended, not sought after for his companionship. It was inevitable that Hob should see this, particularly now that Dream has given him a name, the briefest explanation of function, greater frequency of meetings in which he can observe and discover Dream's faults. (He does not delude himself. He had not expected it to happen so swiftly; Hob is kind, and forgiving, and welcoming in ways that make Dream yearn—but no. Hob was always going to see.) (He was always going to lose Hob's regard.) He is in the New Inn, standing at their table, turning away as Hob rises to follow. "Dream, wait, please don't go—" There is fear in Hob's voice, reedy terror and trembling desperation. Dream does not stop. Dream continues to storm angrily from the pub, as expected of him, as sewn into the fabric of this nightmare. Hob grows ever more distraught as he calls behind him. "I'm sorry, forgive me, I beg you don't go don't leave me—Dream, please!" The last is very much a sob. Enough. He stops, turns. Hob blinks at him from a tear-stained face. Dream plucks at the threads of the scene around them, searching for the words or actions that had transpired before his arrival, but there is nothing. "And for what should I forgive you, Hob Gadling," he intones, improvising while he feels out the shape of this nightmare. The question takes Hob off guard and his brow furrows, his lovely wet eyes blinking several times. "I…I…I did something wrong? I offended you, I made. I made you leave." It is hazy, non-specific in the manner of dreams, but that in itself is very telling. Dream has changed the prescribed course of the dream and Hob's mind is unsure what to do with the shift. Hob is so very different, here, in the grip of his nightmare; he is physically smaller, his usual confidence nowhere in evidence. He is anxious, terrified, wide-eyed and uncertain and trembling, and while Dream had stepped in with the resigned expectation that he would find Hob cowering from the full horror of understanding what Dream is, the true shape of Hob's fear shines startling and unexpected before him as he reaches for it. Hob does not fear Dream. Hob fears losing Dream.

(Previously-shared snippets can be found in the tag!

WIP Title Ask Game

[saturncoyote]

5. How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

You didn't say any specific OCs so i'm guessing i can pick freely

well Sage Solace is most definitely not new to committing unspeakable acts to get what he wants, he has no qualms with putting other's lives on the line if it's what it takes to achieve his goals nor does he care for his own wellbeing, putting himself in near death situations on a near daily basis

however, even the worst of men have lines they won't cross, and sadly for Sol over here, his biggest weakness is his nature