#I can always count on you for an ask

[sterling-canary]

hi!!! for the writing asks: 8, 18, 29!!

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

One that's about to prove my taste in media is stuck in the 2000s. In all seriousness, I have answered this question before, but I am working on more than one! I don't wanna share too much, since I wanna make sure it can get somewhere close to completion before I say anything, but I will say: this is not going to have a wide audience.

18. What's one of your favorite lines you've written in a fic?

Oh I have plenty of great jokes that never got published. Here's a few of my favorites:

"Technically, this is also illegal. This being assault, I mean."

“Not in that way, yous two,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I mean, a kiss is easy. Ya couldn’t’a given me somethin’ harder?”

“Somethin’s sure gonna be harder after this,” Hal commented, and he and Ricky broke out into laughter again. Johnny threw the other pillow at them, knocking over the bowl of popcorn in Hal’s lap. “Hey.”

It was a sitcom about sixteen people who end up living in one apartment building. It was interesting how the show managed its large cast, but it was more situation than comedy.

I mean, I think these are funny (the second one is definitely the best joke I've ever written), but you could have a different opinion.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

Oogh I have so many great ideas that are just in development hell. Here's a scene I'm particularly proud of, that may unfortunately never get published otherwise. I'll throw it under a readmore just in case people don't want to see all of it:

The only class the two shared that day was Gym. Tad had arrived early, and was just hanging around, waiting for Burton to announce which two poor sods had to wrestle for the rest of the class’s amusement that day.

“You ready to face me in the ring?” Bif said, coming up behind Tad and putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh ho, hilarious,” Tad rolled his eyes. He did this every time Burton announced they would be wrestling. He fell for it the first few times, mentally preparing himself for the agony that was going to befall him, but it never came. Eventually, Tad just stopped falling for it, and Bif knew that, but he still did it anyway.

“You never know, today might actually be the day.”

“Unlikely. He prefers to pick on Nerds. He wouldn’t pick both of us to go in the ring.”

Sure enough, Tad was correct.

“Alright, you maggots!” Burton called, signalling the start of class. “It’s wrestling day! Ah, how I love the sound of boys crying in the morning. Melvin, get your ass in the ring! Casey, you too!”

Both boys stepped up to the ring, Melvin looking significantly more nervous than Casey.

“What did I tell you?” Tad smirked, and Bif just laughed.

“Yeah, yeah, you escape my wrath this time, but mark my words, one day it’s gonna happen.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

The pair stood on the sidelines as Melvin and Casey wrestled on the mat in the middle. Casey absolutely dominated the match, managing to have Melvin pinned on the ground within minutes of starting. All of the students and Burton clapped when the match was over.

“Ya did good, Casey,” Burton congratulated, “but I wanna see that little weakling hold his own. You two go again.”

It always happened like this. One of the poor Nerds would be the wrestling dummy all class as different opponents took him on. Honestly, it got rather boring, but at least it was an easy A for showing up.

“You think I could take down Melvin in more or less time than Casey?” Bif asked as he spectated.

“More,” Tad answered.

“What? Aw, you got no faith in me. I kicked your ass the other day.”

“Yes, but that was boxing. This is wrestling. Entirely different, my friend.”

“You’re just jealous because I could take down Melvin faster than you could.”

“Alright, you want to prove that you can be faster than Casey? Go up to Burton and get him to put you in the ring next round.”

“Sounds like a plan. Shall we put some money on it?”

“Absolutely not. I don’t want to render you poor simply because of a bad bet.”

The match ended, Casey victorious once more. Everyone clapped as Bif went to talk to Burton.

“Alright, Casey, ya did good today,” Burton said after a bit, “but you need a substitution. Melvin, your next opponent will be Bif.”

The class “oohed” at the chance to see this match up.

“What? Why can’t I get a substitution?” Melvin complained, clearly tired of being beat up by the strongest students in school.

“You’ll get one after this. Bif specifically requested he get to fight you. Consider it an honor, maggot! You’re getting toughened up more than your other scrawny friends.”

“I suppose…”

Casey got out of the ring, going to stand on the sidelines with his other Jock friends as Bif stepped in. Melvin looked just as unenthusiastic to face him.

“Go Bif! Beat him down!” Tad cheered, and Melvin simply shot an exasperated look in his direction.

The match started, and Tad had to admit, Bif was pretty good at wrestling. He knew all of the moves, and the swiftness he had in boxing certainly came in handy. Melvin tried many times to attack him, but Bif dodged all of them. However, he was not faster than Casey.

“You were close,” Tad shrugged as Bif and Melvin stepped out of the ring.

I'm proud of it because I think it's one of the best character interactions that I've ever written. It doesn't have the most substance, but it's still good nonetheless.

Thanks for the ask!

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[llondonfog]

Since now we have Tsum Silver in JP, I just want Lilia to go through absolute baby fever. HE NEEDS TO TREAT SILTSUM LIKE HIS BABY ALL OVER AGAIN!!!

" . . . I suppose I might have known," Lilia hums, a playful smile tugging at his lips as he lounges against the doorframe and crosses his arms. "Is this where you've been hiding all along, hm? You've given him quite the scare, you know— he's running frantic all around the castle grounds trying to find where you've wandered off to all on your own."

Nestled between the bat-patterned bedsheets and carelessly scattered homework assignments, Silver's tsum blinks sleepily up at him, the picture of unrepentant, bleary innocence. It makes no move to wriggle itself out of the cozy little burrow, and Lilia's grin only softens. In a funny way, he's all too suddenly reminded of those early cottage days— of Silver buried so far into his quilts during the bitterly cold Briar Valley winter, that stubborn tuft of moonlit hair poking out from the blankets like a beacon, a lighthouse drawing Lilia close until he could wrap the child up in the warmth of his arms instead and pepper his giggling face with good morning kisses.

A strange pang pricks his heart at the memory, and Lilia shakes his head with affected disappointment at the once again dozing creature, rubbing a hand absentmindedly against his chest. "I ought to scold you for distressing him so," he mutters with no real heat behind the words, floating the short distance over to the bed and settling down among the mess. "He's a good child, too good for his own heart. I won't have you causing him any grief, no matter how adorable you are— do you hear me?"

A gentle poke to the tsum's plushy cheek begets no response, not that Lilia was truly expecting any with how eerily similar the creature resembled his son in not just looks, but behavior. It merely snored on in complete disregard to Lilia's words, and yet somehow . . . Lilia could swear it looked even more at peace than it had moments prior. Up close like this, if he ignored the uniform tucked around its tiny body, he could believe that he'd somehow found himself seventeen years in the past. He could believe that they were tucked away in the serene safety of their forest home, and that he was once again watching in the dumbfounded awe of a parent in breathless admiration of their baby's first slumber.

Deep in the pocket of his uniform jacket, Lilia can hear his phone buzzing, texts no doubt from Silver asking if his father has had any luck scouting out the dormitory for his wayward tsum. He'll text him back, of course he will— he doesn't want to prolong his son's distress anymore than it already has. But for now, for a moment, he can't bring himself to glance away from the tsum happily sleeping in his bed— perhaps it just might open its eyes and look at him. Perhaps it might yawn, stretching tiny, perfect little arms and sharing a crooked, perfect little smile under those silvery bedhead bangs.

"Good morning, Toto! I had the most interesting dream last night, do you want to hear about it?"

[allgremlinart]

for the atla/lok requests! old man zukka going stargazing....

this one kind of got away from me...

[yuri-is-online]

Well damn now I want to tell them about witchcraft.

Ruggie: what the hell are you doing?

Yuu: money spell.

R: *looks at the weird jar of random shit that yuu is currently sealing with green wax* ... what?

Y: just trust me bro

And like a week later they randomly get a promotion or a 1000$ art commission or something or just straight up find a stupid amount of money on the ground and rugginald bucchiland is like

Azul comes knocking at their door the next day with the aura of an eager salesman and the intentions of an FBI interrogator

rugginald bucchiland is his official name now, mickey mouse told me himself.

Something I have always wondered about isekai settings is if magic from one world would even work in another because like. Would the forces you are attempting to invoke be able to respond? I like the image of the universe tapping on the window between worlds separating you to try and get your attention because they have some good luck they want to send your way but being unable to make it through.

But assuming it does work I feel like Yuu would need to be in witness protection from Azul. Or like to successfully reverse psychology him into thinking that it wouldn't really be his money if he made it off their spells because he didn't really work for it and strike at his ego a lot little bit.

[themyscirah]

Complaining abt Suicide Squad yet again but the fact that they have Waller exposing the alien community to space racist attacks and talking abt how she got to her position through deceit and being a terrible person and stuff is just. Ahsfiwueh JUST SAY YOU DONT KNOW WALLER.

Anyways literally the 3rd mission of the Squad ever (and the first framed as smth Waller picked and not orders from above) was the Squad discrediting and stopping a rogue vigilante who was only arresting POC and funneling white people into white supremacy groups (of which he was the most prominent member) in SUICIDE SQUAD #4. and it's explicitly framed as this mission being personal for Waller that she's hiding from the government bc its illegal like. Guys. Please why are we having her incite (space bc comics) racist attacks now

Also the whole "Amanda got her position through deceit and being a terrible person" NO. she KEPT her position through being shitty and playing complicated political games!!! She wasn't always that way like there is a difference and it is IMPORTANT ppl PLEASEEEE. In Secret Origins #14 we learn Amanda's backstory and she used to be a normal, caring person! Like even after she entered into working in government and politics she wasn't automatically morally bankrupt like please people. She was originally given control of the Squad by Reagan (*sigh* 80s comics...) to distract and get rid of her because she was so successful at pushing progressive social policy in Congress. Acting like she's this static pillar of evil is such a waste of her character and so fucking uninteresting and disrespectful to her arc it drives me MAD.

Like I am NOT saying Waller is all sunshine and rainbows, she fucking SUCKS (said w love <3) but like there's a human being there. It's a progression, she has a character arc like please, DC, please!!! They've fucked up Waller so bad and made her so opaque and uninteresting she can't even be the protagonist of her own story for fucks sake!

Like I don't know how many times I have to scream it until DC hears me or remembers but WALLER IS THE MAIN CHARACTER OF SUICIDE SQUAD. ITS HER BOOK. yet right now she's a cutout to be used as the villain wherever the writers please. Even in her book we get none of her perspective really displayed, no exploration of her thoughts with any kind of understanding of the role she traditionally has played and was made to play in the story.

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

clara voice: is that what i look like from the back?

[kingkatsuki]

You know these Wind Breaker men would thrive doing damsel in distress roleplay scenarios with you too— even if you can hold your own just as much as them there’s something about protecting you or a cnc scenario claiming you that just has their cock twitching.

[featherymainffins]

Me when the narrator is an external entity with its own motivations and agendas and the script it makes you follow is not the one you are confined to but be well aware that all folly has its limits and all relationships might sour

[soukokumychildren]

Has Chuuya ever flown into window glass?

As much as it panes me to say it, Chuuya can still see glass But I did write a short where he walked into glass once at least I think XD But he could have smacked himself into a glass window if he was looking somewhere else, that's for sure lmao

(I can't believe I missed out on a glass joke just now, even if I edited it in)

[finncakes]

:/

[spoonbenders]

when the

HUOUUUUUUUUUUU

[demonstars]

c!dnf but bittersweet ^_^

ah what a pity ... you dont even remember his face, do you?

[ask-thearchivists]

Earth is a terrestrial planet, despite 70% of it's surface being covered in water. It has a molten iron core, and has existed for about 4.5 billion years. It's the third planet out from it's star (a yellow dwarf).

The Cartologist: Oooh, interesting, is there more?

The Cartologist: Oh, is that what the song about cheese comes from?

The Coordinator: Yes, mortal planets that have had life for a long time do tend to experience multiple extinction events, which is one of the reasons it is important we tend to our duties.

[episodes-without-incident]

I finished the graph of the Drawfee Cascada streak, so for any other numbers nerds:

(How to read it: The chart shows how long it has been since Drawfee last made an "every time" joke. For example, on September 28, they hadn't for 12 episodes.)

Here's the current graph of the Cats (2019) streak as well:

You can find links to view interactive versions of the charts (as well as the data spreadsheets) in my pinned post.

[persephoneprice]

i finished posting all the ask game post and genuinely. floored. by how many people were kind enough to send something. i love you my little phone friends.