#πŸ€“πŸŒˆ: WE GOT AN ASK!!
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akissofheaven Β· 24 days ago
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WRITE US A SHORT PURECACAO ONE-SHOT PLEAAAASE (on tumblr)
(uhm this is a roleplay account so we can roleplay it + HOLY SHIT FIRST ASK)
*In his garden, Angelo Kasen de Filiflores was tending his white lilies.*
"Aww, sweet things. Wish Catherine Lilie was still here so that I can show them to her…" Angelo [πŸ‘πŸ¦]
*Then, Angelo could here footsteps, he thought it was Rosina, but he couldn't assume yet. Then, hearing a gruff voice, he could only guess it was none other than Dante Theobroma.*
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the-kingdom-of-resolution Β· 18 days ago
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read it. (to affogato):
Affogato Cookie sat down in his chair, a crystallized purple alongside a gradiant of black and white. Affogato often sat in the chair, to symbolize his wanted worship and to be viewed as elegant. But, as of lately, there has been something tinkering with the old fish.
He was starting to forget more and more was weeks go on, ranging from forgetting his name to his love, Earl Grey Cookie. Earl's graceful aura and polite personality melted his cold heart. After getting married, Affogato no longer cared for desire or adornation, but to be with the love of his life. Affogato murmured to himself, "Where are they?" as he got up from his chair and looked for his glasses. Then, from a similar seductive voice as his, the man said, "I assume…you were looking for these?" as he stood at the drawer his glasses were standing on. This voice belong to none other than the man he cared for dearly: Earl Grey Cookie.
In shock, Affogato said, "Those are mine, thank you," as he kindly grabbed them from Earl's soft, brittle hand. "Also, do you know where I'm at, sir? I believe this isn't my house."
Earl sighed and told him, "Honey, you are home," when he proceed to grab his hand and give it a kiss, as he did countless times before. Affogato cleaned his glasses and put on him, shining with shades of purple. His eyes gleamed with a tint of confusion, still wondering where he was. As Earl grabbed Affogato's arms for a slow but calming walk, Affogato looked at the blue sky, wondering about something. Affogato wondered about his past, a past that was something nobody wanted to remember, but he was ever so curious about it. Earl Grey noticed his glasses becoming lopsided, reminding him to fix them. "Honey, you're glasses," he sternly told Affogato. Affogato noticed, and responded with, "My bad~" as he pushed them back up.
After becoming tired, they proceed to sit down on a bench, admiring the scenery. Affogato laid down on Earl's shoulder, his dough soft from age. Earl chuckled as he looked down at Affogato, telling him, "Ah, my dear Affo, you still have quite the fashion sense," even though he would know Affogato would have no idea what he is talking about. After looking at the gorgeous skies, they finally went back home, making slow and careful steps as they did so. As they entered their bed, Affogato refused to so, saying, "Why would I LAY in such dross if I barely know you!?" in such an arrogant way; pretty much like how Affogato would've spoken to a stranger back then.
Earl, however, showed no signs of fear, simply saying, "Fine, do it your way then. I'll sleep on the couch," so that Affogato could sleep peacefully. As he left, Earl turned back and saw Affogato slowly getting in the bed as usual, setting his glasses at the side of the drawers alongside his purple eyeshadow wiped off his eyelids. The next day, Affogato woke up, treading carefully in order to not wake up Earl. He went into the bathroom and did his make-up, putting on his purple eyeshadow. Affogato and Earl proceed to eat breakfast, all silently until Affogato told Earl, "some impolite troglodyte tried to make me sleep with him last night. Thank god you're here now!" as he got up and trodden to where Earl was, hugging him as he did so.
Affogato then noticed a journal with a bunch of photos. It were people he never met β€” or so did he thought. Affogato then asked Earl, "Who are these people, dear?" causing Earl to spit out his coffee. Earl replied, "N-Nothing! Nothing at all!" as he successfully seized the book and hid it away. But, his demented husband was curious, wondering what was in that old thing like it was some sort of new toy he wasn't supposed to open until Christmas. But he could't hold it in, and Earl simply screamed:
"WE WERE EVIL, AFFO."Β 
How do you feel about the book so far?
-Mariah [πŸ€“πŸŒˆ]
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"I have to say, it's a very well written story! You don't say.. you could write a story about me finally being able to take the throne, would you~? "
//mod comment: THAT WRITING IS FIRE πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯
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musicallisto Β· 3 years ago
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I want a ship for stranger things. I am 12 she/they/it and I am pansexual. I know you would shift me someone with young but ahem I yam into older people, ahem ahem that are my DADDY'S age πŸ˜³πŸ˜†
I'm a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge swiftie, if you listen to the stolen versions you literally deserve jail time 🀬🀬🀬. I'm very much a social activist. pro abortion, acab pro lgbtq+ so on and so forth πŸ’—πŸŒˆπŸ’•πŸ˜ŠπŸŒŸβœ¨πŸ’–πŸŒˆπŸ’œ
I like math, like yiu! I also have the cutest math tutor he's like a grade above me and we get along literally so freaking well It's insane 🀯🀯🀯
I'm a bad b🀬tch of literally the highest degree like I show up and I slayyyyyy πŸ’…πŸ’…πŸ’… my fits are literally fire and my hair lemme just say Ariana who?? 😭😳πŸ€ͺ
I don't got anything else to say, over and out πŸ˜‡πŸ˜πŸ˜ŠπŸ°β€οΈπŸŒ»βœ¨β˜ΊοΈπŸ˜˜πŸ˜˜πŸ€©πŸ€©πŸ€“πŸ’ŒπŸ’ŒπŸ’―πŸ’―
an ask that starts with "I want" and literally doesn't even say bye (?), when my ship requests are closed and have been closed for like a year would typically just be deleted and forgotten .... but this one made me laugh so I think you all should read it
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kindahoping4forever Β· 3 years ago
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πŸ’»πŸ’­πŸŒˆ Gardener Ash
Thank you ☺️
πŸ’»: Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?
I annoy myself by how many things I google that make so little difference to the end result of the fic πŸ˜…πŸ€¦πŸ»β€β™€οΈ If you ever have any questions on the interior of certain Porsche models, how to maintain a home garden or how to repair a hammock, I'm your gal 😌 (Gardener Ash has probs taken the most research bc that's not even getting into the reddit threads I had to peruse to confirm that a hammock romp was even doable πŸ˜‚)
πŸ’­: What is a headcanon you have about your own work?
Omg I love this question bc I usually come up with ridiculously elaborate backstories that don't even make it to the text! πŸ€“ Hmm... for the Stage!Ash couple, I've always imagined that since their relationship started at the end of lockdown, they probably met at an outdoor gathering at a park or a beach. Attracted to each other but tentative to act on it bc everyone's still getting used to being social post-quar. Eventually they end up sitting next to each other and start talking and before they know it, most of their friends have left because it's getting dark but they got so caught up in their own world they didn't realize how much time had passed. πŸ₯° (I could go on but I won't lmao I love that couple 😍)
🌈: What inspired you to write [Gardener Ash]?
I'm gonna be honest. I just really wanted to write something dirty about the hammock πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ From the second Ash did that IG Live interview from the hammock (with a beard. In a tank. πŸ‘οΈπŸ‘„πŸ‘οΈ), the idea had been haunting me and it needed to be dealt with. I was also so entirely charmed by the idea of Ash and his lil quar garden that he brought up in every single interview at that time (πŸ˜‚) that I thought that'd be a nice, domestic touch to add. And here we are, 15 months and 23k words later πŸ˜‚πŸ€‘
Fanfic Ask Game
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waynes-multiverse Β· 2 years ago
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Hello, love! ❀️ I'm here to ask you some writing questions! πŸ˜‰ 5, 13, 17, 20 and 27, please 😊
Phew! Finally got to this! πŸ˜…
5. Share one of your strengths.
Hm, I guess curiosity? I always wanna know more and find out how things work. It's never ending πŸ˜‚ But it's very helpful when it comes to writing. I love doing research about random shit πŸ€“
13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?
Fuck rules. No, seriously. It's called creative writing for a reason, so be creative. Tell the story exactly how you want to tell it. You wanna add a million commas? Do it. Invent your own neologisms or secret language? Do it! πŸŒˆπŸ¦„
17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?
A mix of both! Most stories start with me writing some weird banter down πŸ˜‚ Then, I usually do a rough outline of the story with an ending in mind and start writing the first chapter. But whenever my mind swerves off to a future chapter, and I think of something I wanna use or it's a certain dialogue order, I write it down, so I wont't forget it and come back to it when I reach the chapter. So, a lot of it ends up being raw dialogue without description, and then, I add in all the rest and put it together πŸͺ„
20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.
Quiet. Warm. Fluffy socks. A nice chimney fire. A nice-smelling candle somewhere. Snacks. Definitely snacks.
27. How do you feel about collaborations?
Oooooooooh! What are we doing, bestie? πŸ€“πŸ‘πŸ˜‚
Thank you so much for sending me this! πŸ–€
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