#( throwing this out instead of working on my replies and memes )

[willowsnook]

hello! scotch with a sprite in the short, please)

josh allen x publicist!reader

just shut up and come here

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Being the publicist for an NFL quarterback should be difficult, but Josh made your life surprisingly easy. No scandals, no reckless press conferences, no secret children. He was exactly like the media portrayed him: kind, funny, and overflowing with golden retriever energy.

After working together for seven years, you were close—really close. You saw each other almost daily and texted even more often, with conversations that went beyond work. He’d send you ridiculous memes, and you’d keep him updated on F1 drama, especially when it involved Daniel Ricciardo, your favorite driver. You jokingly said you only stuck around because Josh had befriended him.

It didn’t help the rumors. People often assumed there was more to your relationship than just publicist and client, and honestly, you couldn’t blame them. Josh insisted you join him on every vacation, “just in case something happens.” His Instagram was filled with pictures of you, and his parents regularly invited you to family gatherings.

But the truth was, you were just friends—best friends. At this point, you even joked about having to get married platonically, given your mutual bad luck with dating. You’d gone out with great guys, but something always felt missing. As much as you tried, you often found yourself wishing you were hanging out with Josh instead.

You didn’t know exactly when the crush started, but you buried it deep. He was your client, after all, and your job came first.

Tonight, you were dressed to the nines for the ESPYs, meeting Josh in the hotel lobby. His eyes lingered on you, and you couldn’t help but blush under his gaze.

“You look incredible,” he murmured, not taking his eyes off you.

You smirked, smoothing your dress. “Well, Mr. Quarterback has to have some arm candy.”

He laughed, taking your hand as he led you outside to the waiting SUV. The ride was quiet, your hand squeezing his, knowing he was nervous. Despite being one of the biggest names in New York, he was still shy at heart.

Stepping out of the car, the blinding flash of cameras greeted you both. As you tried to slip away from the photographers, Josh tightened his grip on your hand.

“Oh no,” he said with a grin, “if I have to do this, so do you.”

“Josh, people are going to think we’re dating,” you complained.

He flashed you a boyish smile. “They already do.”

His hand settled on your waist as you posed together for the cameras. By the time you made it inside, it felt like hours had passed.

“I’m getting a drink,” you told him. “You want anything?”

“Whatever you’re getting is fine,” he said, turning to chat with a teammate.

At the bar, you ordered two glasses of wine when a familiar voice called your name.

“Stefon!” you squealed, throwing your arms around him. “I’ve missed you!”

“I’ve missed you too,” he said, grinning. “Where’s your other half?”

“Mingling somewhere,” you replied, brushing off his comment. “How’s Houston?”

“Hot as hell,” he joked, making you laugh. “Josh misses me, huh?”

“He does,” you assured him.

“Could’ve fooled me. But then again, he’s never been good at saying how he feels.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

He gave you a knowing look. “One of these days, you’ll figure it out.”

Before you could respond, he was pulled into another conversation. You grabbed the drinks and made your way back to Josh, who waved you over to the table.

As the awards started, you clapped along with the crowd. Josh had been nominated a few times but hadn't won yet.

“And the ESPY for Best Male Athlete goes to… Josh Allen!”

The crowd erupted in cheers as you gave him a tight squeeze. He smiled nervously before heading on stage.

“Wow,” he began, “just being nominated alongside such incredible athletes is an honor. I want to thank my teammates, my coaches, and my family for always supporting me.”

You smiled, knowing his speech by heart since he’d run it by you earlier. But then he looked straight at you, taking a deep breath.

“Lastly, I want to thank someone very special,” he said. “She’s been with me since the start of my NFL career as my publicist, my right hand, and more importantly, my friend. Y/N, you are the love of my life. I couldn’t find another woman I’d want to spend every day with, even if I tried. I fall in love with you more every single day.”

The audience erupted in ‘aww’s, but you were frozen in your seat.

Josh grinned. “That’s the first time I’ve ever told her that, so I should probably wrap this up before she kills me. Thank you, everyone.”

As he walked off stage, your phone buzzed non-stop in your purse. You caught Stefon laughing and filming your reaction from a few tables away. You flipped him off playfully and chugged your drink.

This would definitely give you weeks of PR work, but you couldn’t help the giddy feeling spreading through your chest. This moment wasn’t exactly how you imagined it—but it was still perfect.

When the show ended, you made your way to the lobby. Josh was leaning against a wall, watching you.

“You know you just gave me so much work right before my vacation,” you teased.

He grinned. “Just shut up and come here.”

He opened his arms, and you stepped into his embrace. As his lips met yours, everything else faded away. You sighed into the kiss, wishing this moment could last forever.

[teoft]

It's like Tumblr has become almost a diary for me, thanks to no character limit and a read more button. This atmosphere of acceptance and understanding helps a lot too.

I'll get back to posting actual art, juggling with Twitter and Bluesky along with commissions is taking up a lot of my time.

Anyway, thoughts about art community and being social

For the longest time I've had this feeling of being an outsider in this vague community of artists that see as colleagues of sorts. Like I meet all the "criteria" of being in the group, and yet don't really feel like I'm part of it. Well, it seems I am right in some way, and the reason is that they interact with each other, while I sit here drawing alone.

Unfortunately I've always been prone to isolate myself from others. I grew up feeling like I should be ashamed of loving to draw, since it was always fanart monsters, creatures and cool guys instead of "proper art" like animals and portraits. Before social media, I only drew for myself and never showed anything to anybody. I hid my art from my family, from the world, so that I wouldn't be judged. I think it is one of the biggest reasons why I have trouble interacting with people in the context of art (tbh I'm shit at being social anyway but that's a whole another problem).

Even when I had a scanner and means to post my art online, I never did, due to the whole "if you put something online it'll be there forever" mindset. My first actual account anywhere online must've been Facebook in 2010ish, where I only had a few friends. It was the perfect place for me to finally post anything online, and so I did: I used to post pretty much everything I drew on there. Slowly gaining courage, I eventually made my original Tumblr account, then Deviantart, Twitter, etc.

Still, all I did was throw my art out there in hopes of somebody liking it. I didn't really know how to interact with the people who commented on my posts, so instead I mostly just... made more art. I did have some friend groups here and there, but either they ended up falling apart or my social battery drained in such a way that I slowly drifted away. I had gotten used to just being by myself and relying only on myself in the online art world.

During my design studies, I started putting more thought and work on promoting myself, so that it could be one career path for me to take. My mindset was that I'll work hard and become "big", even if it meant that one post gained me just one follower. In 2020 I ended up going viral with a meme and suddenly getting tens of thousands of followers. It was great and a welcome boost of morale, but unfortunately 2020 was otherwise one of the worst years in my life.

Throughout the years people have come and gone, so the only constant for me has been myself, and my drive to develop my skills. Thus it's been too easy for me to just isolate myself. In a way it has been my strength with regards to art, but sometimes I wish I knew how to make lasting connections. I think/know I might be autistic to some degree, which adds to the difficulty of being social. Though, to be honest, I don't know if I'd gotten this far without my autistic hyperfixations.

I guess the thing I need to do now to fix this problem of loneliness and isolation is to just... slowly try and be more social. To reply to comments and talk to people. All of which is easier said than done. Still, just gotta take that first step and then keep going.

Despite lacking the kind of community I yearn for, it seems I've made a name for myself, enough so that people seem to take pride in knowing me. Or at least that's the impression I've gotten a few times. But still, I am happy that I've had a positive effect on people. After all, my two main motivators in art are that I like doing it, and I like when people enjoy my art.

[waklman]

saw this meme that was like ‘i could recognise him by tits alone’ with a picture of bradley and jake and now i can’t get it out of my head, i need this to be an actual interaction!

BAHAHA this is so funny!!!! *cracks fingers* *whips out keyboard* here you go drew :)

If the unpleasant heat wave sweeping through San Diego wasn’t a testament that summer was starting to settle in—Bradley didn’t want to stick around long enough to know what was. 

It was unbearable—for two reasons, he thinks. One being that he forgot to install the air conditioning–though he promised you he would last week. And two, you were practically punishing him–not allowing him near you under the complaint that your skin is going to melt into his, if he holds you for longer than a second. 

This only means one thing for the both of you. It was time to start calling everyone in your contacts who possibly had a cooling system–and visit them with a surprise basket of cookies, as a guise to cool yourselves off.

“Thanks anyway, Nat.” 

“Sorry again, Bradsha-“ He hangs up before she could even finish saying her apology, throwing his phone off to the side with a groan. Another bead of sweat slips down his brow, and Bradley harshly swipes it away before it can burn into his eye—again. 

By the other end of the couch, you’re still on the phone, giggling with your headphones secured in your ears, which catches Bradley’s full attention. He watches you with furrowed brows–waiting for you to notice his stare, so he could ask who’s on the other line. But you don’t notice his peering eyes. Instead, you laugh again—right in his face.

Bradley’s not a jealous guy. He’s doesn’t get jealous. It’s not jealousy if he pulls you over to see who you find so funny.

Feeling movement by your feet, you still. There’s two large palms pressed against your achilles heel now, and a familiar set of sweaty fingers slowly wrap themselves around the front of your ankle. 

No, you mouth with wide eyes—tilting your phone screen away from your face. 

Yes, he mouths back, eyes narrowed at you. 

His grip finally tightens around your ankles, finalizing the decision, dragging you down towards him with ease. It’s almost as if the universe is working against you because the sweat on your back serves as a lubricant against your leather couch, aiding Bradley in his efforts. 

You shriek—clutching the sides of your phone, so it doesn’t find a landing spot on your face. As you try to recover, Bradley takes the opportunity to hover over you, dipping his head upside down to finally learn who you were talking to all this time.

All you can do is watch as Bradley stares down at the mysterious caller. Jake’s on the other end of the line, shirt completely discarded from his morning run. He’s barely in front of the camera, too busy trying to reach for his protein powder on the top shelf. All that’s showing is his sweaty chest. 

“Oh. It’s just Hangman.” Bradley whispers in realization, pulling himself back into his own seat, retrieving his phone again—without a care in the world.

“Tell Rooster I said hey.” Hangman answers, hearing Bradley’s voice. 

“What?” you laugh in disbelief, pushing yourself up by the elbows. “How’d you know it was him—I—his face wasn’t even in view?!” you ask, bewildered. 

Bradley continues to scroll through his phone as he replies to you. “You kiddin’? I can recognize those tits anywhere.” he scoffs. His eyes suddenly widen, turning to you. “Wait—hey, does he have his air conditioning installed?”

“You can recognize those what—”

Jake cuts you off, “Oh fuck yeah. You guys coming over or what?”

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

„That‘s not supposed to bend like that“ for Gale/ Astarion pls :)) 🫶

Wow, this felt like I haven't written in months (which is true, especially for anything whump) and like I have unlearned how to do this. But it's a good exercise, thank you ❤️ The whump meme, my humble offering under the cut. More Bloodweave here :)

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"That‘s not supposed to bend like that."

There's undoubtedly astonishment in Gale's voice, some concern too; but above all, and most annoyingly, curiosity. Naturally. Astarion emits an exasperated noise. 

"You would probably still find it interesting if my bone stuck out to wave at you," he returns sullenly. 

"Do you think that's possible?"

"Gale! Focus, darling. This is a cleric’s job. Preferably soon."

Even Gale, who can hardly take his eyes off Astarion's unusually crooked arm, can't help noticing that the vampire spawn doesn't exactly look pleased. The wizard has spent many thoughts wondering what advantages Astarion actually has from his transformation. Since he is constantly complaining, there can't be many. He may be undead, but that spares him neither hunger nor pain. 

"The bone must be broken," says Gale.

"Of course it is," Astarion replies, drawing out "of course" particularly long, rolling his eyes.  "Gods, you suck at survival skills. And you’re definitely not a cleric."

Gale lifts his brows. The only thing missing is Astarion waving a graceful hand and telling him to look for a healer. As if that wasn't what they've been doing for days, albeit for a very different reason. In his sad collection of despairs, whom he only calls "adventurers" in his most optimistic thoughts, there is actually a cleric. However, she is out collecting medicinal plants, possibly to replenish their meagre supply of healing potions later. Healing potions, all of which are currently in Shadowheart's pockets. Gale has none, and he has no idea what to do.

"At least we can say for sure that you won't die from it, right?"

His fake laughter dies away at Astarion's stare. The waves of guilt washing through Gale do not break. After all, it had been his idea to explore the old ruins. His idea to open the lid of an extraordinarily elaborately decorated tomb. Instead of pleasant burial objects such as gold, there had only been an angry and suddenly very lively corpse inside. In the end, they could be glad that this undead had only broken Astarion's arm and not his neck. They had escaped from this disgraceful adventure with a lot of luck and many bruises, but now…

"At least do some magic," Astarion grumbles, crouching on the ground of a semi-safe-looking hollow. 

"I'm honored that you obviously have a lot of faith in me, but you might have the wrong idea about the weave’s power if you think I can straighten arms with it."

Astarion throws his arms in the air. That is, he tries this gesture of despair, but forgets about his broken arm. Swearing, screaming, and a lot of moaning occurs. It's hard to say how much of it is real suffering. It looks real, his face is contorted in pain, but Astarion is a natural actor. In any case, it works, Gale immediately feels even guiltier. No healing potions, no cleric, and all his wisdom useless because he never gave a single thought to studying a healing spell. A fine leader he is. 

"I'm afraid we'll have to fall back on conventional methods until we get back to camp," he explains regretfully. 

"Conventional?" Astarion wrinkles his nose. "Namely which ones?"

"Well," Gale returns hesitantly, pensively tugging at his stubbly chin, "some kind of splint, I would say. With a branch, perhaps. And a noose. That should do the trick until we meet Shadowheart again."

"A branch?"  Astarion makes a face as if the wizard had suggested he take a mud bath in his best shirt. 

Above all, Gale recognizes, he looks like someone who has quickly become accustomed to the convenience of instant healing. Gale doesn't know much about the vampire spawn yet, but he has noticed some details already. There’s the way he sets up camp: exemplary on the outside, total chaos on the inside. The way he meets kindness with mistrust, and only adopts a nice tone when he thinks it will benefit him. The haunted glance. The scars. He doesn't tell much about the life he was torn from, but it can't have been a very good one. At the end of the day, he's just a spawn. That means there must be a master. And one thing is clear, Astarion hates pain like everyone else, but he is no stranger to it. 

"We're two hours away from camp," says Gale. "If we want to make it until nightfall, we have to leave soon. I'm sure you won't want to walk for two hours with your arm in this condition."

He points to the almost grotesquely twisted arm with a nod of his head. Astarion's gaze follows his, and he sighs. 

"Fine, then."

Gale claps his hands enthusiastically, exclaiming a cheerful "There you go", then he jumps up and immediately starts looking for a suitable twig. Neither of them are necessarily well equipped, be it to build a splint or even a noose. It's a strange life at the moment, with this ticking time bomb in their heads and the cultists breathing down their necks. They often resort to methods that Gale would have rejected as immoral in his previous life. Now he’s not sure whether he can ever go back to this life. Everything is unsure, and everyone has secrets, even Gale. He will soon have to confide his to someone. Surprisingly, Astarion doesn't seem the worst choice, even if he doesn't yet understand why he feels that way. But not today, not now. Now he has to splint an arm, and he has to look confident, not like a man who had a single lecture in naturopathy at university and dismissed it as useless. 

Astarion appears somewhat nervous as Gale approaches with the branch he has carefully trimmed with a knife. Perhaps the stick reminds the vampire too much of a stake. However, this procedure, which even Gale finds almost barbaric in view of the efficient use of healing spells demonstrated by Shadowheart, is painful in any case. 

"I'll be careful," he promises, but Astarion lets out a hoarse laugh. A strange sound, he’s usually so melodic in everything he utters. 

"I'm not a virgin," he says. 

"I'm sorry about that," Gale replies seriously, because it's clear what Astarion means, and it's quite sad to think about what getting used to pain implies. Only later does he realize the ambiguity of the spawn’s words, long after Astarion looks at him open-mouthed, at a loss for words for the first time. And much, much later, he realizes that Astarion hasn't experienced any real kindness, any real affection for a very long time. 

Pain, however, is a constant, and it can be a connection. Gale touches Astarion with a delicate grip, as if he is holding something fragile in his hands; and somehow this slender, pale arm is very delicate indeed. 

"I broke my arm when I was seven," he explains in a conversational tone.

"Really, Gale Dekarios fell off a tree? Hard to believe."

The mockery in Astarion's voice has no edge, and Gale is too good-natured to take offense anyway. Or too soft. 

"Not a tree. It's a less than glorious story... I practiced a spell from a book that was far beyond my abilities at the time. The spell backfired, and the force shattered my elbow like this."

He snaps his fingers and grins wryly. It's not easy taking care of Astarion's arm with a bunch of cloth (Gale's shirt, Astarion protested loudly when the wizard asked for his garment) and a branch, and it's clearly no fun for the spawn. Quickly, he goes on. 

"My mother summoned the best healer in all of Waterdeep in no time at all, and in addition to her justified reproaches, I had to consume foul-tasting potions for a week, to strengthen the repaired bone."

"For a whole week? My dear, you've let yourself be ripped off."

There's something strangely comforting in Astarion's mischievous gaze. 

"Done," says Gale, and Astarion looks at his arm in amazement. 

Something is working in him, it's clear, his astonishment is genuine. His words, on the other hand, are as dry as ever, he quickly catches on.

"Well, it still hurts," he says and struggles to get to his feet. 

"My apologies."

"No need, you can easily make up for it. Someone has to carry my stuff, right?"

"As long as you keep the true nature of our adventure a secret from our esteemed cleric."

Astarion tilts his head. "You're bargaining? Interesting. But I will have to provide some kind of explanation, won't I?"

"You'll think of something. But don't forget to mention the good care, provided by the humble wizard."

Despite the cheerful words, Astarion looks at Gale for quite a while, almost as if he wants to look behind his forehead. There is at least the tadpole, and its abilities are still uncanny to both of them. 

"I'll think about it," he says slowly. "It could have been worse. Just don't assume, that I will go on another mission like this with you alone, Gale of Waterdeep."

"We'll see," Gale replies, and this once, Astarion doesn't argue.

[delucadarlingwriting]

19 for Lucas and Adam? For the kiss writing meme!

Ask for a Kiss!

Thank you nonny!!! I love any excuse to write about these boys.

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“Get back! Luke!”

Those words in Adam’s voice echo through his mind as he crashes beneath the surface of the icy lake. Cold steals his senses entirely, leaving him paralyzed and unseeing as he sinks. Still, he hears Adam’s voice. 

Luke. 

A rare treat, to have Adam use the name only his closest friends call him by. As rare as seeing the dimples that Lucas has found himself addicted to drawing out of the usually stoic man. His heart thumps, drawing up a memory of the last time he’d seen them. He’d been trying to run a training session with Lucas, teaching him to fight properly. A pretty fruitless endeavor, but when Lucas had managed to trip Adam up with an outstretched leg, his reward had been a barking laugh and Adam’s cheek dimpling adorably. He hopes he gets to see that again. Can’t do that if he dies here.

Jerking, Lucas tries to right himself in the water. Fuck, it’s cold. Really cold. It’s not his first time going under ice, and he’s a better swimmer now than he was then. The main problem is that it's so dark and his vision so blurry he can’t figure out where he fell in. The last thing he wants is to swim up only to bash his head against ice. 

He might not have a choice. As he looks up more and more frantically to try and find an air hole, his vision blurs and panic starts to take hold.

At just that moment, something moves above him, a figure approaching. Even if he can’t see it well, Lucas just knows who it is and kicks towards him. Adam comes into view, snatching Lucas by the lapels and dragging him in. Their faces bash together painfully before Adam grips Lucas by the jaw, locks their mouths together, and then blows hard. Lucas’ lungs fill with air, immediately untangling the fear digging into his spine. 

He doesn’t get a second to recover, he’s immediately grabbed and hauled up. Lucas tries to loosen Adam’s grip on him, knowing he can swim just fine on his own now, but Adam is unrelenting. Shocker. Admittedly, Adam is swimming at a far faster pace than Lucas can manage at the moment, so he doesn’t fight it much. He even kicks along with him, for all the good it will do. 

They break the surface just in time for Lucas’ lungful of borrowed air to expire, and the first thing he does upon sucking in an icy breath is to yelp, “Jesus fuck.”

“No kidding!” Farah says from just a foot or so away. She’s on her belly, amber eyes shining with worry. “Now come here. I’m going to tow you back.”

“So fucking cold,” Lucas grumbles, allowing himself to be shoved and tugged until he’s on the surface of the lake’s icy crust. He works with Farah to wiggle across, until they’re close enough to shore that Nat and Mason can snag them and haul them over. Naturally, Adam just busts the ice apart with his fists as he swims, then drags himself out. 

“Didja get the—” Lucas starts to ask. Mason stops him by holding up the artifact they were after before Lucas fell in. “Sick. Better be worth it.”

“Well, you’re not dead yet, so probably worth it,” Mason says. Nat throws him a look that he immediately pretends not to notice. Lucas laughs, even if it hurts. 

“Yet is correct,” Adam says, though his teeth are chattering so badly it’s hard to hear. Nat hurries to throw his coat on over his shoulders, but Adam shakes it off and moves to tug it around Lucas instead. “We need to dry you off and warm you up, now.”

“Sure,” Lucas says with a shrug. Farah peers all the way up at him, brows furrowed.

“What’s with your nose?” Farah asks. She reaches up to tap the bridge of Lucas’ nose, making him hiss and recoil at the sudden flash of pain.

“Shit.” He gingerly tries to feel if it’s crooked. “Adam, if your little stunt broke my nose—”

“You’re welcome,” Adam replies dryly, then in a tone that brooks no argument, he adds, “Get in the car.”

Lucas stomps wetly over to the SUV, Nat and Mason helping him to weave less than he would without them on either side of him. He complains loudly about his face being ruined, doing his best to not ruminate on whether that’s the only kind of kiss he’ll get out of Adam from now on.

[asterhaze]

✨Nearly 30 • All Pronouns OK • Sapphic✨

You've probably come here after I liked half your blog and then followed you to see if I'm insane, a bot, or have no life. Unfortunately for the universe, I am insane, have no life, and possess extreme freak privileges on the internet. I am very friendly, love being tagged or asked things, write, and art occasionally. Please feel free to message me.

I write:

Horror for children, horror for YA, and mature horror.

Vampires, Demons, Fair Folk, and Stinky Humans oh my!

Old protagonists, people of color, LGBT+ characters, neurodivergent characters, and healthy romantic relationships when appropriate.

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Oh no, you're lost again? I know all of my works are masterpieces and that must be why you're confused, it's fine. Here are my Writing Prompt Replies. Here is my Original Fiction.

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About

A series that follows Glen, the vampire heir to the Sunniva kindred, after he returns from the Tiletsu Clan a broken and different person. Battling against the traumatic memories of his centuries long past, the impatience of his immortal kind, and the temper of a demon lord, Glen finds that the choices he made when he was barely immortal are coming back to haunt him and threaten the very existence of vampires altogether. Are vampires worth saving? If vampires are ultimately more dangerous and powerful humans, is humanity worth protecting?

Genre

Horror • Supernatural • Adult • LGBTQIA+

TW/CW

Death • Grief • Mental Illness • Abuse

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Read below to see a breakdown of the three most important characters in Masterpiece.

Characters

Willow William Sean Frederick Widower Quin Lucian

Glen

"Just call me whatever you like."

Just so we're not all confused, I think we should call him Glen. Lovingly nicknamed The Stupid Sexy Vampire on this blog, Glen is the heir to the Sunniva kindred and the main character in this series. He's a lovable, funny, and charming guy that is haunted by his past decisions and the deaths of his friends and family. The whole package, really.

Pansexual • Cis • Neurodivergent

Tags: Glen the vampire • masterpiece Glen

Dr. Vladimir Hayes

"Is there a problem with an incubus that knows everything? Should I have found a succubus instead?”

A fearless human psychiatrist that is fiercely dedicated to his patients, both human and otherwise, that no one wants for an enemy. Hiding in plain sight, Vlad seems to be able to figure out anything that catches his interest. When he is mistaken for someone he is not, Glen and Vlad's paths cross and are interconnected throughout the rest of the series. Someone else as well dressed and handsome as Vlad, who knew?

LGBT • Cis • Possessed

Tags: masterpiece Vlad • dr vladimir hayes

Ska

"I should throw you into the light of day."

A demon lord that takes an immediate interest in Glen after his return from the Tiletsu Clan and swears to teach Glen's kindred a lesson for an unknown transgression. Does he want Glen to recover just to tear him down again? What has the Sunniva done to anger such a powerful demon? Is there anything Glen can do?

Homosexual • Trans • OC Sexypants Award Winner

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I do have sensitivity writers for Masterpiece and my other projects since many of my characters are LGBT. Currently, I have sensitivity checkers to look over non-binary characters, trans (FtM) characters, twins, and sapphic characters. If you'd like to help, please feel free to ask!

(Re-joined Tumblr Dec 6th 2023)

[skzoologist]

Hi, your memes are really funny and made me laugh and you sound pretty cool

anyway, based on something that happened to me today, I'd like to submit a request for Bae. (They sound cute to b e honest)

A crack one shot of Bae and whatever member(s) of your choosing having to endure the awkwardness of hearing other people fucking in the next room/upstairs.(I don't really want to violate your guidelines of no smut, so that's why I thought of crack)

Personally I think it would be a really funny atmosphere to work with, what with the cringe/smirk/blank faces and the squeaking of bed springs

word count: ~950

warnings: none, the boys are all just mortified and laughing at the other

genre: crack

a/n: Hey-ho! Thank you for being the first brave one to send a non-anon ask to my humble blog, and thank you for your kind words! I'm glad my memes made you laugh, that was my goal, and I will definitely make some more every chance I get. I'm also sorry you had to experience that, hopefully you didn't have to hear it again between you requesting and me replying. It's always awful to hear it, especially with friends over. But I finally wrote this (sadly based on my own experiences, so I feel you), and I hope it is what you wanted.

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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Bae was tired.

Their band was on a tour, performing on the bright stage for hours, day after day. The atmosphere was always high, as if the air itself was filled with electricity, further amplified by the fans' shouting. But every member shared that same enthusiasm, shouting back and pouring their soul into their performances.

Of course, Bae was the same.

He always gave his best, no matter what. He lived and breathed for his fans, and in return, he got their support. They were what made him, well, him, the idol they all saw.

But he was so tired.

For once, he just wanted to sleep for a whole day, instead of rehearsing between every performance, even if it was just for a short minute.

That was why he immediately made a beeline for his hotel room the moment they arrived back, only a tired, lazy wave of his hand seen before he disappeared. No one stopped him, they all just mumbled out an equally exhausted goodbye to him in return.

As his feet reached the inside of the room, Bae took off his jumper -getting his arm stuck inside and huffing as a result- and shoes, just haphazardly throwing them onto the floor. He would put them away tomorrow, but he was just done with today.

Just as he was about to finally sit down on the bed after changing into some light nightwear, his lips pulled into a line as he remembered he had to do his nightly skin care routine. How he hated being an idol at that moment. Stupid needing to look good. Stupid jumper. Stupid cream that almost got into his eye. Agh!

With a final huff, he put the lid back on the tube, the last step of his routine finally done. After carding his hand through his hair in frustration, he sighed and dragged his tired body to the bed.

Even though he missed his own bed, this one looked just as inviting at that moment, if not even more.

The moment his head hit the pillow, it was empty, finally free from the endlessly circling questions inside. He was at peace, his exhausted body winding down and relaxing. It didn't take long for his consciousness to start slipping, going towards the land of dreams.

Until he heard a thud from above.

Well, whoever was above may have fallen down, who knew. So he let it go and went back to his journey to dreamland.

Until he heard another thud. Louder than the previous, followed by more questionable sounds.

'Maybe... maybe the person fell over again?' - Bae thought, his eyes having popped open and his brows furrowed in confusion.

He laid there, his ears honed onto any sound that came from above, even though a part of him didn't want to know what was happening there. But he didn't listen to that part, no, he was waiting in silence.

And then it happened. The thing he feared the most.

He heard a moan.

No matter how much he wanted to live his life in denial, he couldn't ignore the loud sounds coming from above. He tried shutting his eyes again, to try and sleep, even with a pillow tightly clutched to his ears, but nothing worked! So he just sat up, deep disgust and annoyance etched into his frail features, not knowing what to do. He might have brought his noise-cancelling headphones with him, but he wasn't sure where it was and he was too tired to search for it at that moment.

Bae didn't know how long he sat there for before light poured into his room, his door being opened by someone.

"Oh yea, Bae hyung can hear it too alright." - Felix commented, both amusement and pity on his face. "Oh my god, Hyung, your face!" - that was all the little squirrel could get out, before he doubled over in laughter, followed by Jeongin and Felix.

Bae simply stared at them, the lines on his face merely becoming more prominent. The three just laughed for a few minutes, Felix being the one who recovered the fastest and going to Bae's side. The other two soon followed, piling on top of Bae's bed and leaning on the male.

They were all quiet, which, in itself was a miracle, because if Bae knew anything about his band members, he knew they weren't quiet. Ever.

With a quick glance at them all, he could tell they felt just as awkward as him. Based on what Lix had said, all of them'd heard the sounds of the tango from above, preventing them from sleeping. That was why they seeked the other out, but it was still... awkward, to be in the other's presence, in the current situation.

Nobody said much, besides a few sentences of basic small talk.

So they sat there, in their own silence, grimacing -it would have been hilarious, had it not been for the squeaking and moaning-, until a particularly loud sound could be heard and something in Bae snapped. He took in a big breath and quietly cleared his throat.

"How about we go and take a walk around the hotel? We can check their buffet, like you wanted in the morning, Lixie." - at his gentle, deep voice, everyone startled a bit, used to the silence.

But soon their expressions brightened, an excited sunshine incarnate dragging Jisung -who was the closest to him- along out the door with frightening speed.

"Dal hyung, your favouritism is showing." - Jeongin cheekily commented, running away before Bae could even process what just happened. "Yah, Innie, you lying little menace, stop running so fast!"

[tagedeszorns]

I can't believe I'm doing this ...

I found this neat nugget on my doorstep.

Edit: At this post, to be precise. Just for context.

Well, @beril66. Okay. Normally I'm the nice explainer-bear in this part of the woods, answering even the strangest questions in a friendly and detailed way. Normally I'm the damned Credible Hulk who even feeds trolls with lore until they are round and peaceful or at least waddle away into the wilderness again after the winter feeding to survive the frost period …

But this … this is beyond my boiling point!

Listen, you clown - you come traipsing into my blog, obviously didn't even bother to look at the last three posts, obviously don't even know who Saqqara is and therefore don't see the irony behind letting a diabolist explain the world - and instead of just keeping yourself nice and closed, you throw up something like your comments on my living room carpet? What went wrong in your childhood?

But you know what? I just can't help it. I should end this text here, block you back under your bridge and go back to drawing naked Astartes. But instead, once again, I can't get out of my skin and feel the urge to reply.

I can't say now that you give me much to work with. Nothing but "No, it's not like that, I think it's great and you're stupid". That's not exactly the level at which I usually discuss Warhammer - but I'll make it work.

So: If you had looked at my blog even superficially you would know that I like TTS. I am therefore looking at it with a very friendly eye. The fact that I'm not upset about the portrayal of my absolute favourite characters Lucius and Fabius should give you the additional hint that I have no problem at all with something I like being made fun of. But I am not wearing the ultimate fanboy-blinders and am able to keep my distance and can therefore say that I do not find both Magnus and Dorn portrayed "in character". Extensively readable in the Heresy novels (for Dorn and Magnus, by the way, many of the characterisation gems here can be found in the later anthologies. Which explains a lot of the mistakes in TTS, as not much of it had been released yet when they started their project and set the characters. So the creators couldn't know any better. The fact that angry fans are now shitting their incendiary speeches at my feet here is of course then rather unreflective. But I can't blame Alfabusa and the team for that. You don't choose your fans). That you conclude from this that I think the Emperor is great and am humourless is in itself extremely amusing. But you're probably right.

He's the best. I aspire to be like him. Also, please educate yourself about the difference between "well written" and "being a good guy". Because the Emperor is well written in a lot of cases, he just isn't a good guy.

For me, TTS is not the problem. It's people like you who obviously don't want to delve further into the subject matter, but turn memes into canon. No one needs to have read every scrap of lore. I myself am very selective in what I read and I know far too little. Learning new things, changing my mind accordingly - that's a big part of the fun I have in fandom. I allow myself the luxury of challenging my fan-ness with books and opinions that don't line up with mine. At best, I'm even wrong and can add something new to my private Warhammer treasure chest.

I recommend you do the same. Don't stop where you are, read the books. Realise that, contrary to what you seem to believe at the moment, they are not humourless and unreflective, but on the contrary have wit and irony in many shades (quite a few of those shades are called "sledgehammer", but that counts too!).

Now that was severely abbreviated, but I'm tired of it.

Run, little troll! Run, you are free!

[caparrucia]

17 and/or 18 for writer ask meme, please?

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

So glitter and gold started as a prompt response to @garbria, and in the replies to that post we started bouncing ideas and then I realized the idea of a fake dating AU would be hilarious. But I wanted to do a fake dating AU where the issue is not miscommunication, but kind of the opposite. Over communication. And also for the fake dating to have stakes but not the usual fare that comes with a bit of betrayal or hurt.

And I wanted to write a comedy, just something lighthearted and fun, and so the final prompt was: fake dating AU, where Nyx volunteers to be Cor's lover to get Cor out of hot water, but where no one actually believes them, while they go extra hard into it. So now Nyx and Cor have this very complicated story they've sold themselves on, but the people they're trying to con (Regis and Sylvia) have seen through them since day one, and are instead popcorn-gif-ing at the shenanigans.

The fun is the fact they're so well matched and they're very in love with each other but privately doing the song and dance about how much the other likes them and if the other is interested in like... long term relationship, as opposed to the fun back and forth of their con. And like, everyone around them can see the obvious resolution, but they've got hangups and their own stuff to work through.

And then I just keep throwing shit at them because it's fun.

Like, I didn't need to do the worldbuilding for it, but like. Why not? Why not a new world with new rules and new shenanigans? Why not a Cor that's actually a LC and then what that would mean for the world? Why not add an entire massive subplot about magic and the gods and what's going on in the world? It's a brand new romantic comedy about Cor and Nyx and their idiot life choices, written by me, why the hell not.

So there we are, bits and pieces have been shared but I don't want to spoil what's coming. I'm having a lot of fun for it! :D

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

So this is an awful passage to choose but I think it's something a lot of people missed? And it's one of my favorite bits of characterization in the sun is out, and how it anchors Cor and shows his connection to Aulea:

Specifically, Cor declaring that he's "decided" on the answer, regardless of what the actual answer is. It's the kind of nonsensical thing you don't really expect from him. He's so solid and composed and generally agreeable. Cor is very chill throughout the sun is out, he makes a point to not get ruffled or angry. And when he is, he's very clear on why he's upset.

So this blindsides Nyx, because the whole fight over Nyx's stasis is very... it's not fun. It hurts and it's awkward and it's a solid mess. But I wanted to highlight that bit, because I wanted to show what Cor is like, when he's pushed into a corner and he's lashing out: and what he is, is basically Aulea. He treats Nyx the same way Aulea treated him, because Aulea is still the measuring stick he uses to figure out the world, and when he encounters something he can't deal with, he legitimately regresses into that dynamic, toxic as it was.

Here's Aulea's version of it:

"I've decided" is the code phrase: it means taking agency from the other and setting the rules and refusing to negotiate. It's deeply, profoundly fucked up. Cor knows, viscerally, how upsetting it is to be on the receiving end of that.

But Nyx has accidentally triggered him and basically set his PTSD on fire without meaning to - Nyx asked him to kill him, or at least try, and Cor thought he was over Aulea, he really did, and then he remembers she asked him to kill her to, in a way, only she didn't have the decency to tell him doing what he did was going to kill her, until he was done, and welp.

Welp.

It's a very vulnerable moment, for Cor, it's the closest to shattering Cor has been in the entire series. And I love that Nyx snarls and hisses and doesn't bend to it, not the way Cor did to Aulea, when she did it to him. If Prompto hadn't been hurt, they'd have been in a very precarious situation, but Prompto being hurt reminded them both, viscerally, that they're in it together, and therefore allowed them to put their feelings on hold until they were sure their son was fine. That reminded them of their priorities and the larger picture and allowed the feelings to soften somewhat.

Without that buffer, though? Oh, they would have fought horribly and possibly split up for a while before they cooled down and figured out how to reconcile, but it would have been fairly painful, because they're in the space where they'd be saying things they probably don't really mean, but they're hurt and triggered and frothing about it.

It's such a big thing for them to survive, together, that everything that comes after is just "I mean, we survived that, anything else is child's play." I had a tremendous amount of fun mapping out that fight. :D

[serandipity]

This is an indie multi muse rp blog for muses from the Legend of Zelda, Harvest Moon, Rune Factory, Final Fantasy, F.ire Emblem, and guest starring a few OC's penned by Serenade or Sera. OC friendly, crossover friendly, but slow replies ahoy.

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Drafts: 36 Starters owed: 0

Thread tracker - To check if your thread is currently in queue go to the top and click 'show currently queued threads'. This will list threads currently sitting in my queue. Please note: this list only says that a thread is in the queue, not when it will pop up. If you would like your thread to post sooner please reach out to me.

Shipping Interest Tracker. Associated with: @agloryofuniicorns

Followed for a specific muse and don't want to see the others? Totally understandable! My tagging system for muses is muse: '[c.haracter name]' so just add that to your filter list and the posts should be filtered to keep your dash clean!

fandoms are tagged as fandom: [n.ame of f.andom]. Dots included. This is to keep things out of the main tags

my art is tagged as doodle book [m.use name] other art reblogged is tagged as portraits: [m.use name]

the little lady that appears in the promo image is Starlette Teaflower, a fun little oc of mine who is a muse on the blog. c:

I typically write at work and then dump what I have end if day. You are most likely to get posts from me after 11pm EST. How many posts go out really revolves around how busy work was. If I’m not at work I’m probably not writing cause I’m hanging out with Benji Mobile Friendly Muse List + Rules under the cut

001. I am mutuals only, but I’m not super picky over who I follow. I don’t usually follow first, but I am trying to follow more people. If I follow you, assume I wish to write with you in some capacity. 002 .I will only write with people who are 18+. I do not want minors interacting with my posts or with me at all. I was a teacher for 5+ years and I am uninterested in curating my private space for minors the way I had to curate my professional space. I will hard block you if you’re a minor 003. Treat me the same way you’d want to be treated. Do not push for a ship, do not push for me to reply, do not god mode, etc etc. I feel I really don’t have to spell most of this out because this should all be basic RP etiquette already. 

I don’t really care if you reblog memes or images from me. I will sometimes post my own personal art. If you like it or it is relevant to your blog, you are free to reblog it.

If I reblog something from you like a meme or something and you find you want me to reblog from source instead let me know. I try to do that but I’m mobile a lot and sometimes I honestly just forget

004. I write at work most of the time and am not on tumblr on my days off. This can mean there are days where I am not writing depending on how busy work is. I have a thread tracker to check if I have replied to something and it’s usually* up to date

*sometimes it is not and if it is not please feel free to dm me and ask.

005. My three muse classifications are Available, Request Only, and Private.

AVAILABLE muses can be written with anyone and I will be comfortable tossing them at you without request.

REQUEST ONLY is what it implies; they have to be requested. This is either due to my muse/grasp of the character being lesser, or the character being of Dubious Quality. You don’t have to hesitate to request it, however. If you express interest in it privately to me I will gladly throw a request only muse into your ask box for meme’s

PRIVATE means the muse is being written for someone specific. Likely this is Benji. Do not request a private muse unless we have become friends and you are friends with Benji as well. 

006. Please leave fandom drama at the door!

Some of the fandoms I write in are notorious for having… contentious views over specific characters, and I do not wish to partake in this. I like my muses, I like writing them, and I will continue to write them. Additionally, I will be writing darker topics (they all will be tagged and under readmores).

If you feel the need to police me for my muses or for the content that I write, I will block you. 007. With the exception of a few, most muses are written as being over 18. This includes muses who may not be canonically that age but will be with time. All interactions with them being over 18 are set after their canon events. If this bothers you, do not follow me. 008. While I feel I’m not slow, I tend to have a lot of interactions, and I will always prioritize my friends over others. This does not mean I do not want to write with you, but you will likely see some partners receiving replies daily while you receive a reply once every few weeks. This is another case of ‘if this bothers you, do not follow me’.

On this note, I also only would like to follow blogs I am actively writing with. If we do not have a meaningful thread after 2-3 months, I will unfollow. 009. I adore shipping and will be posting a shipping call on my actual blog that will detail my guidelines in more detail. But, to suffice - unless a muse is private (or under the age of 18), consider them shippable! All muses can assume to be bisexual. Please leave any ship drama at the door too. I will ship what I want to ship and write what I want to write and tag it as necessary to give people a chance to filter like I do with everything else on this blog. If that’s a deal breaker then please do not follow me.

010. I am not afraid to defend myself if some garbage pops up. I don't believe in being nice and polite anymore for the sake of optics and "not bringing drama to the dash" anymore. I consider myself friendly, but I will not be a doormat for people who only wish to assume the worst of me.

011. If you soft block me and I find out no hard feelings, but also, I'm just going to hard block you. I will assume you no longer wish to interact with me and will follow suit. This is to cut down on the potential of me accidentally refollowing after you've quietly expressed you don't wish to interact anymore.

012. I am of the mindset that most things can be solved with a dm. I actually think tumblr's mindset of you can never be confrontational is actively harmful and has created an environment where everyone is too afraid to speak their mind or speak up when they have an issue with someone. in fear of being viewed as "toxic" or "drama mongering". Please know that if you have an issue with me and wish to discuss it in DM's I will at the very least hear you out and listen to your side.

Muse list below:

F.inal F.antasy -E.renville - F.F14 - Request -E.stinien - F.F14 - Available -R.yne - F.F14 - Available -V.enat - F.F14 - Request -H.ien - F.F14 -I.sabella ( the Dame) - FF16 - Available - M.id - F.F16 - Request -S.leipnir - F.F16 - Request -C.id - F.F16 - Available - D.ion - F.F16 - Available - I.gnis - F.F15 - Request - P.rompto - F.F15 - Request -G.entiana - F.F15 - Request - A.ranea - F.F15 - Request F.ire E.mblem - D.orothea - F.E3H - Available - H.ubert - F.E3H - Private - F.elix - F.E3H - Available - M.arianne - F.E3H -Request -B.ernadetta - F.E3h - Request -S.ylvain - F.E3H - Request -M!B.yleth - canon divergent / au based - Request -J.eralt - F.E3H - Request -F.layn - F.E3H - Request - R.hea - F.E3H - Request - C.laude - F.E3H - PRIVATE - I.vy - F.E E.ngage - Request - H.ortensia - FE Engage - Request - V.eyle - F.E E.ngage - Request -C.eline - F.E E.ngage - Request -M!Alear - F.E E.ngage - Request

H.arvest M.oon P.opuri - H.arvest Moon 64/ FomT - Available K.aren - H.arvest Moon 64/ FomT - Available E.lli - H.arvest Moon 64/ FomT - Available M.ary - H.arvest Moon 64/ FomT - Available S.kye - H.arvest Moon DS Cute - Request H.arvest K.ing - H.arvest M.oon A.nimal P.arade - Request W.izard - H.arvest M.oon A.nimal P.arade - Request C.andace - H.arvest M.oon A.nimal P.arade M.atthew - S.tory of S.easons A W.onderful L.ife - Request N.ami - S.tory of S.easons A W.onderful L.ife - Request N.ikolai - H.arvest Moon W.inds of A.nthos - Request K.ingdom H.earts A.qua - B.BS / K.H3 - Request

L.egend of Z.elda H.ylia - L.ore - Available D.in - L.ore - Request N.ayru - L.ore - Request F.arore - L.ore - Request S.ky Z.elda - S.kyward S.word - Request Ghirahim - S.kyward S.word Request F.i - S.kyward S.word - Request S.heik - canon divergent / o.ot au based - Available M.alon - O.carina of T.ime - Request M.ikau - M.ajora's M.ask - Request Lulu - M.ajora's M.ask - Request D.eku P.rincess - Request M.idna - T.wilight P.rincess - Request T.etra - W.ind W.aker - Request M.ipha - B.reath of the W.ild - Request R.iju - B.reath of the W.ild P.okemon L.illie - S.un and M.oon - Available Gladion - S.un and M.oon - Request Lusamine - S.un and M.oon - Request R.ika - S.carlet and V.iolet - Request L.arry - S.carlet and V.iolet - Request R.aishan - S.word and S.hield - Request S.teven S.tone - O.RAS - Request

R.une F.actory M.ist - R.F1 / R.FF - Request L.ynette - R.F1 - Request S.haron - R.F1 - Request B.ianca - R.F1 / R.FF - Request I.ris N.oire - R.FF - Request I.ris B.lanche - R.FF - Request M.icah - R.F3 - Request P.ia - R.F3 - Available F.rey - R.F4 - Request V.ishnal - R.F4 - Request D.olce - R.F4 - Request L.eon - R.F4 - Request L.ucas - R.F5 - Request M.urakamo - R.F5 - Request M.isasagi - R.F5 - Request Tales of S.orey - Z.estirea - PRIVATE E.dna - Z.estirea - Available Z.aveid - Z.estirea / B.erseria - PRIVATE R.okurou - B.erseria - Available L.aphicet - B.erseria - Request D.ohalim - A.rise - Request R.inwell - A.rise - Request C.olette - S.ymphonia - Request Zellos - S.ymphonia - Request Yuan - S.ymphonia - Request Persona J.oker - P.5 - Request A.nn T.akamai - Request F.utaba S.akura - Request Y.usuke K.itagawa - Request T.ae Takemi - Request S.adayo K.awakami - Request

Other Media V.ex'ahlia - Legends of Vox Machina TV Show - Request C.astiel - Supernatural Original Characters Starlette Teaflower - Request Mina Oronir - WoL OC - Request

[sonorous-eisfyl]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: Little Ghost / Lost Kin or Modzutsune

PRONOUNS : They/Them

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : DMs, or over Discord

NAME OF MUSE(s) : Frosting (Monster Hunter)

BEST EXPERIENCE : Throw a DM my way! I write best when I know at least a vague overview of what we're going to be writing (what do they do overall? whats their relationship? where is this located?) I get highly anxious when it comes to communicating with new partners due to past experiences feeling as if all my rp mutuals never really seemed to care about my muse as much as I did theirs. I tend to also get rambly at times- but my ideas generating part can be quite lacking at worse. If I get an idea, I'll tell you for sure! But if I don't I usually avoid reaching out until I do. So, uh, sorry

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : One liners to a (even small) paragraph of text for the most part- I'm just not able to work with that little of information (being less than 3 sentences! i still try to write but if i have to little i'll let you know!)

MUSE PREFERENCES: Honestly I couldn't tell you

PLOTS OR MEMES : I love both!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : I try to match length when possible, but generally tend to lean toward longer replies- though my shortest is roughly 2-3 paragraphs of a few sentences

BEST TIME TO WRITE : Mostly when I don't have anything for the day! As of writing I'm trying to get a job, so that free time might get cut down a little bit soon enough. I have to be fully focused on my task, otherwise I write things that probably don't make a lot of sense

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : It's complicated. Not something I mind telling any curious enough to know but not something I really feel like explicitly stating out beyond casual mentions of. It's nothing bad, just something I rather tell people I trust a bit instead of strangers

tagged: i stole it tagging: steal it from me

[gamerwoo]

I have a fun question. Who in Seventeen Imprinted Universe do you think is the driest texter with their mates?

I feel like everyone will say Jihoon cause he’s quiet. But my bro is quiet and his use of gif’s would surprise people.

(honestly i feel like eunmi is drier than jihoon lmao)

here's my least dry to most dry list:

least dry texter

soonyoung -- constantly sending memes or photos because "this reminded me of you". will send multiple texts for different sentences but it's okay because rini does the same

mingyu -- another text spammer instead of just sending one whole text but he craves bomi's attention. unlike rini she's always like "DUDE JUST SEND ONE TEXT USE PUNCTUATION". he doesn't listen. will even text her if she's across the room

seokmin -- super animated in his replies. doesn't use a lot of memes or anything but a master of emoji use. always asking how yerin's day is and how she's doing and stuff. loves asking questions about her feelings and what she's doing

seungkwan: very active texter and loves using stickers. likes to double text but will start getting annoyed if other people do it to him (except with luna, of course)

jun -- will randomly send a cute sticker whenever he wants attention (which is often) and loves to use stickers and emojis in his replies

joshua -- texts jaehee pretty often and both of them like sending memes back and forth

chan -- basically the same boat as josh

wonwoo -- very to the point in all of his texts and doesn't often use a lot of memes or emojis or stickers. but he does text often and always makes sure to reply to faye. literally always has to have the last text because he doesn't want her to feel ignored

hansol -- him and kira may not text often but when they do, it's only in memes and stickers so at least it's never boring

jihoon -- like hansol, he doesn't text often but he secretly has the second best meme stash in the house out of the guys

seungcheol -- him and juri don't text super often throughout the day. he tries to throw in cute emojis though so his texts aren't super dry

jeonghan -- he's up aya's ass but he's such a dry texter. his replies are always short because he'd rather facetime or he just texts her to go to him so he can be with her physically. his texts are also usually about himself and how much he misses her and how much he hates class/work/everything lmao

minghao -- such a boring texter. it's almost painful to text him. he will occassionally send a random ass meme video to yoona though and she's like "where tf did this come from???"

most dry texter

[fluffghostrp]

WHAT NOT TO DO WHEN INTERACTING WITH MY BLOG - Customizable Edition

BASICS !

Name / Alias: Sats

Pronouns: she/her

Blog type: single muse | Multi-muse | non selective | semi selective | selective | mutuals only | private | other

Type of muses: canon | OCs | both | other (specify)

GENERALITIES !

Triggers people MUST tag: sexual nsfw of any capacity - including blatant or intense shows of sfw intimacy, medical needles

Interest tracker / checker: I have it and it's mandatory | I have it, it's not mandatory but I'm more likely to follow back / interact with the people who fill it | I have one and I prefer it if people fill it in | I have it but it's up to people whether to fill it or not | I don't have one | other (specify)

Reblog karma: I practice it | I practice it sometimes | I don't practice it | I always reblog memes from the source | indifferent | other (specify)

Rule passwords: I have one and it's mandatory | I have one and it's optional | I don't have one | I send passwords | don't sent passwords | anxiety is a bitch and forcing me to send an ask before i’m ready to approach you on my own terms is a good way to make me avoid you outright if sending passwords is required

3-5 ESSENTIAL RULES PEOPLE HAVE TO RESPECT

I am roughly 30 years old as of writing this and thus my life is mostly taken up by offline matters. I will be online and replying to threads when i am absolutely sure i can spare that energy.

I am very solidly taking care of my own self and thus I roleplay purely for my own enjoyment, with this space i’ve carved out for myself being for myself first and foremost. I openly allowed for others to play in this space if they so feel like it, since i plain find it more enjoyable to play in a group with others and let everyone around me have a chance to put their own spin on the things i’ve created, or take them down their own rabbit holes. But this is still my space. If you are interacting with me, you are consenting to play nicely in this sandbox i’ve built, as well as consenting to play nicely with others who have also decided they want to chill in my general area.

I am low energy and tend to burn out quickly in private conversation. I am always willing to talk to folks, but please keep in mind that i have a limited amount of energy to spare and once that container is empty, it needs time to refill.

3-5 IMPORTANT PET PEEVES TO KEEP IN MIND

Be mindful of my limitations ooc and preferably only contact me when you have a specific topic to throw my way. I can’t keep up with small talk since it wears me out really easily - but i can talk for ages about a topic that’s hyperfocused on our muses/settings/etc, or an interest which we both share. Asking how i’m doing or talking about the weather are not good ice breakers to get to know me. Ask me for information regarding how i’ve built something regarding my characters or settings instead.

This one’s more at tumblr that at any of you guys, but i legitimately cannot keep track of who is in a mutual follow with me, since i’m working out of side blogs and most of you do not follow this hub blog. If you like what you see from me and want me to make sure to throw my muses at you, like my content or hit up my ims on an infrequent basis, to remind me that you do infact follow me and that it’s not a one-sided follow on my part.

Roleplay is a two-way street - for it to be enjoyable for the both of us, then what we write needs to benefit the both of us. Give and take, respond and reply. Folks who focus mainly on their own character’s benefit without giving their partner something to respond to makes a roleplay difficult to keep going. Even if it’s a tea party situation where nothing is supposed to be occurring, or the thread is purely fluff, then there needs to be a goal which both characters are working towards. If one of us is roleplaying without a goal, or are unclear of the other’s intended goal, then we’re going to struggle with the thread.

2-5 THINGS THAT WILL LEAD TO INSTANT (SOFT)BLOCKING

Untagged nsfw content - even if it isn’t blatantly showing anything or even if it’s vague or written content only - is viable grounds for me to at least block your url as a tag, so i can choose whether or not i want to see your content at any moment in time.

Lack of respect or lack of necessary social skills which prove to me that you can get along with other people, even if you do not necessarily like them.

2-5 THINGS THAT LEAD ME TO UNFOLLOW / SOFTBLOCK A MUTUAL / SOMEONE I INTERACT WITH

I am open about the source of my nsfw trigger, i just don’t post it openly since it’s the type of information that i’m not about to drop on folks unprepared to shoulder that knowledge on a dime. This source also lends towards my stance about being tolerant of everyone who comes my way and my willingness to touch upon uncomfortable or taboo topics - so long as you are clear with your stances and also have a respectable/academic/level-headed way of handling them. If you still decide to be pushy about your intent towards my characters (sexual/romantic/uncomfortable/etc) regardless of the knowledge of why i have the stance that i do, i will block and not look back.

Lack of content focused on your character or roleplay. Musings posts or aesthetics relating to your character are fine, it’s stuff leaning into ooc content. Personal related ooc content is fine. It is reblogging of content unrelated to your wellbeing or your muses that i’m less tolerant of.

I have attempted to interact with you, usually multiple times by this hypothesized point, and most likely through headcanon/setting/musing-related memes which you have reblogged - and you have shown a continued, violent lack of interest in actual response. This isn’t a case of ‘the ask never went through’. this is a case of ‘i have tried to be polite multiple times, and what i received was either a lack of interest or downright rude in comparison to what i gave’. now that’s not a problem, if you aren’t interested in interacting with me, then i’ll go elsewhere. I don’t stick around where I’m not wanted. But I follow folks primarily because I want to pick your brain on your muse/headcanons/setting etc, and help you build what you’re working on. So if you’re outright rude or passive aggressive towards me because i showed interest in what you’ve created, then i will block regardless of whether or not i enjoy your content or your writing.

2-5 REASON YOU DON'T FOLLOW (BACK) SOMEONE

If i don’t follow back, chances are it’s because i can’t see your writing style being compatible with my own - especially if you do one-line replies or similar. I’m pretty tolerant, especially to newer rpers, but i need content to respond to, and whatever we write together nees to be mutually beneficial for both of us. If I can’t see a mutual benefit from interacting with you, I am less likely to follow you back.

Active in-fighting without any attempt to peacefully remedy the situation, with other people in your community or general vicinity. Allowing others into my sandbox also includes potentially putting those in my vicinity at risk of hostile intentions, especially when the majority of them just want a low energy area and some hope of trust in those around them to tell them nicely if they’re being a pain, and probably give them a helping hand to improve their own behavior. If you show active detrimental behavior or a lack of an ability to try to understand, then i am less likely to be interested in interacting with you.

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[findroleplay]

Hello! I’m a 21+ writer looking for a specific Steve/Eddie (from Stranger Things) plot. I’d love to write a version of The Night Agent that pushes Steve and Eddie together in a similar way to Rose and Peter, with the conspiracy they uncover involving the Upside Down. I would strongly prefer to play Steve but I am happy to figure out their ‘roles’ together and come up with the deeper story. A current thought I had was that Steve’s father was involved in lab experiments and Steve learns this and either intends to whistleblow or is in a similar situation to Rose where he’s sent off with a number to call. Eddie does not need to be law enforcement if this is the angle we went with, we can work out how he fits in! Whatever happens though, these two will be going on the run together and falling in love.

I would also consider writing Steve/Eddie as the Ellen/Dale characters instead!

I am advanced-literate and write multi-paragraph to novella style replies, usually longer for things like starters and transitional scenes and shorter on dialogue heavy replies. I am an Active partner at the moment and only looking for the same.

I love slow burn stories and enjoy angst a lot. I’m good with action, darker themes but also fluff. I have no limits so throw anything my way. Let’s discuss some of the themes that could come up in advance. I am happy to write side characters and explore relationships outside of the main pairing as I have a lot of love for the other characters in the ST fandom and would love to bring them into the story. I’m good with OOC conversations, for plotting and such, like sharing memes and photos and just buzzing together over the story!

Like and I’ll hit you up. Please, please send me a decent introduction too as as I love nothing better than having a partner there with their info and their thoughts from the get-go. We want to write together so show me that, please? I likely won’t reply to a ‘yes i’m interested in ____’ type reply.

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[stardustedsins]

Heat Wave

Reader/Polnareff (gender neutral reader)

(This is a silly little summer fic with the crusaders hanging out together. It’s not my best work, but I had fun writing it, so I thought I’d share it.)

“It’s so hot.” Polnareff complains, fanning himself with a magazine.

“It’s the heat.” You mumble in reply, and he groans and swats lazily at you with the magazine.

“Don’t meme at me, I’m dying.”

It is really hot, so much so that you’re all sitting around in as little clothing as possible. Polnareff flung his shirt off into the corner long ago, and even Jotaro has taken his coat off.

“That’s it.” Joseph claps his hands together. “We’re going swimming. Everyone go get changed and meet back down here in five minutes.”

He sets an example by leaving the rest of you and retreating to his room. Swimming sounds great in this heat, so you peel yourself off the cool floor and return to your own room to change, everyone else doing the same with varying levels of grumbling (mostly Polnareff).

The group reassembles in swimsuits, carrying towels and a volleyball Kakyoin had found somewhere in the house.

Seeing the pool, you’re glad once again that Joseph had booked this rental instead of hotel rooms for your little reunion trip. The water looks perfect, but–you snag Polnareff’s arm when he tries to pass by you and jump straight in.

“Sunscreen first.” You remind him, shaking up the spray can. Everyone applies sunscreen, helping get each other’s backs, and then it’s finally time to swim. Kakyoin dives right in, Avdol uses the stairs to acclimate to the cold water more gradually, and Joseph pushes Jotaro in before jumping after him. Iggy lays down at the side of the pool, apparently not interested in swimming.

You decide to follow Avdol’s lead and use the steps, since the water is cold. You don’t make it far before Polnareff snatches you up.

“Where are you going?” He cackles as you squirm in his arms. “Come join us in the deep end, chéri!”

“No, wait! Jean!” You laugh, then shriek when he nearly drops you.

“Better close your mouth!” He tries to throw you in, but you manage to cling to his arms, and the shift in weight overbalances him and drags him in with you. You hit the water together, resurfacing right next to each other.

No one bothered to style their hair this morning just to hang around at the house, so Polnareff’s long hair is stuck to his face now that it’s wet. It’s kind of cute, actually.

Kakyoin’s volleyball lands between the two of you with a splash.

“Look, there’s a net we can set up. Let’s play!” He calls out, and you quickly divide into two teams. You end up with Polnareff and Joseph, with Avdol preparing to serve first for the other team.

It doesn’t last long.

You don’t know why you expected a normal game. None of you are really “normal” people. Joseph had hit the ball a little too high, and Kakyoin had used Hierophant to reach up and whip it back at your team. Once stands got involved, the game couldn’t possibly last long. You’d used your stand’s ability to speed up Polnareff’s shot, and Jotaro had returned it with a spike from Star Platinum that was so powerful it had popped the ball.

“I was going to complain about not being able to use Chariot, since, y’know, sword. But apparently I’m not the one we needed to worry about.” Polnareff teases, retrieving the deflated remains of the volleyball and tossing it next to everyone’s towels at the side of the pool. Iggy snorts in amusement.

“Sorry.” Poor Jotaro looks awkward as he apologizes, but Joseph ruffles his hair (earning him an irritated look).

“Don’t worry about it, we all got pretty into the competition there. I’ll pay for the ball when we check out.”

“Let’s just relax for a while.” You suggest.

It’s nice just to float on the water, or sit on one of the bench-style ledges in the pool. The water is cool and refreshing, and you can chat with the group now that you’re all just hanging out more quietly. Joseph tells a story from his youth that you’re not sure is entirely true (there’s no telling with him), and Polnareff tells jokes (some of which no one gets, but he assures you are very funny in French).

As the sun goes down, and the heat of the day starts to fade, you get out of the pool and dry off. Joseph brings an armful of drinks from the fridge, and you sit on the patio furniture and enjoy them together.

“We should have a barbecue next time.” Avdol suggests. “I could make kofta.”

“I could probably manage yakitori.” Kakyoin adds. “I don’t cook much, but grilling isn’t too hard.”

“Let’s do it!” Joseph agrees, and Iggy licks his lips in anticipation. “Next time we’ll all plan a grocery list and get a grill. I’ll make steaks and asparagus.”

Next time sounds delicious. You’re already thinking about side dishes to accompany the grilled fare. You’re often able to meet up with one or two of the group, especially with several of you traveling frequently to help the Speedwagon Foundation, but it’s always special when all of you can be together. Letters and phone calls aren’t quite the same as being in the same room.

You sit in companionable silence for a while before Kakyoin breaks it.

“Hey,” He gets your attention with a suspiciously innocent look on his face. “When are you and Polnareff going to stop dancing around your feelings for each other?”

“Oh, perhaps we should give them a chance to talk privately about it.” Avdol chimes in, grinning.

“Yes, let’s go inside.” Joseph stands from his chair with barely contained mirth on his face and ushers everyone into the house. “Goodnight, see you tomorrow, lovebirds!”

“Wait!” You don’t make it to the door before he locks you out. An awkward silence descends as you turn back to Polnareff. His cheeks are lightly dusted with pink, but he sounds confident when he speaks.

“Well… I wanted to wait until I could arrange something more special, but…” He says your name softly, almost reverently. “Kakyoin was right, I do have feelings for you. I also deeply value our friendship, so if you don’t-“

“I do!” You interrupt, not wanting to let him go on thinking you don’t return his feelings.

“Oh! Then you won’t mind if I take you out to dinner after this trip?”

“I’d love that.” You’ve had dinner together plenty of times, but this time will be special nonetheless as your first date with him. You’re already looking forward to it.

“Then I’ll have to come and sweep you off your feet with the perfect dinner date! Prepare to be romanced!”

You’ll have to prepare something special yourself, then. He deserves romancing, too.

But first…

“Is Joseph going to come back and unlock the door for us?” You ask, looking in through the glass at the empty room on the other side.

“If he isn’t, then he can pay for the lock.” Polnareff summons Silver Chariot, who spears the whole lock assembly on his rapier. With the core removed, the remains of the bolt fall out of place immediately, allowing the door to open.

“After you, chéri.”

[stressedlawsecretary]

Today's Focus

ft. the greatest meme I ever created

09.04.24 - I hate when I have a Monday off because it throws my judgement of time all out of whack. I have ADHD the time blindness kills me on a regular basis; it just gets worse when there's a holiday I forgot about and therefore didn't expect. I spent the entirety of yesterday thinking it was Monday, and a good chunk of Monday thinking it was Sunday.

Work - So that 946 page motion I was set to bind yesterday is so big because the lawyer for the plaintiff in the case has seven (7) exhibits that are just the depositions taken in the case reproduced in their entirety. Each depo is like 100+ pages. Rather than having the relevant pages extracted the way SJC had me do for her related motion, which is why hers came in at under 500 pages. I emailed her about this yesterday, asking if she wanted me to change up how I bound the thing, and she replies today asked essentially "[w]hy would he do that?" to which I answered "[h]e probably doesn't have a me to help him with that." So tomorrow, when I'm back in the office, I get to finish that binding. I'm remote today so I get a bit of a break

Background Noise - Okay well I'm remote working so I will be watching the DVR; in particular, there's a Ninja Warrior, a couple of Jeopardy episodes I want to watch, and for the last week my hunny is home I'm going to try and get off some more episodes of Bob's Burgers.

I still want to do YT, and I have a plan for it since a lot of my Watch Later list consists of two things: podcasts, and Mr. Beast drama. At least I can put certain videos on, turn the sound off, and add captions to like...check in on while I watch the aforementioned DVR stuff.

I did 11 videos yesterday, the majority of which were over 30 minutes; this number also contains two extra long videos: one which was over 2 hrs and one which was over an hr and a half.

Study - OKAY so yesterday I should have read news articles instead of doing case law, because it was actually Tuesday and not Monday; that means today should be 'visual study' day but I have no idea how that's going to work out today.

Now, because I was so busy printing and hole-punching yesterday, I didn't actually do case law like I usually would, and instead read about ten random articles I stumbled on so like. I accidentally did the study I was supposed to do instead of what I set out to do lol.

Extras - Okay it is Wednesday, so I have to clean out the catbox and vacuum; I'm also going to spend some time doing the Kitchen Project - the big reorganization and deep clean of that particular room. It is takeout day, so I won't have to worry about making sure I have counter space to cook; more Shinkenger while I eat and then Idk because hunny and I are running out of our current silly shows. Wrote a little bit today; don't know if I'll do more because I think I might do something else for my spiritual self-care today.