#I queued this to be posted when people are awake

[the-raging-tempest]

eros #5 + agape #5 for lariel, storge #5 + philautia #4 for zrise, and storge #3 + eros #3 for anton !!! :]

Ferne! Once again I must apologize for being late. I got sick like right after posted that ask game. Also oh god this is so long. Sorry to anyone who reads this hahah Hopefully y'all can forgive some spelling mistakes I still have the sick brain a bit Agape number five for Lariel here!

Lariel

How closely is their opinion of their own beauty (or lack thereof) linked to their confidence? Do they see themselves as more or less worthy of love or sex based on how attractive they feel?

Lariel doesn’t really have experience with the outside world until she leaves her family. And all the comparisons they made towards her and her brother were unsavory. They are the equivalent of elven conservatives. Which is to say. They don’t really care about races with a short live span.

Elves in pathfinder also just look very alien and different than humans in a lot of ways. So when Lariel was compared to elves she was found very lacking.

The only outsider she really knew was Venan and he was the type to tell her whatever he thought would make her more dependent on him. Which was usually negging.

This… is hard to describe but Lariel doesn’t really see her appearance as being what makes her unworthy. She believes she will probably not experience love, but not because of her looks. Especially once she leaves her family and realizes half-elves are actually extremely common. She isn’t one to see value in herself. But also she doesn’t really put much stake in others ‘attractiveness’ either. She is much more drawn in by personality. Sounds silly but, she basically can find anyone beautiful. (Besides herself) And she is the type to associate love and sex completely. So she doesn’t even really consider having sex (outside of the abstract notion) until she meets someone she starts falling for.

Zrise

Is your OC able to love without necessarily needing or expecting reciprocation or reward? Or are all their relationships to some extent transactional? Have they ever loved another person unconditionally, whether a child or another adult?

This is such an… interesting question for Zrise. Damn. How to put into words. Loving without expecting anything in return is the only way he knows how to love.

He does not open himself up to love. Falling in love usually happens to him against his will. Fighting tooth and nail for it to not be true. Or in the case of familial love it's been there for so long he isn't sure when it began. It seems like a contradiction. But this is WHY he doesn't want to love. It's hard to keep yourself safe if you can't help but throw yourself at the feet of whoever you love, especially when it's never been returned and only used against you.

That being said, his current relationship philosophy is completely transactional. He does his mother's bidding, in hopes he will be worthy of her love. Believing on some level he never will.

His causal relationships, hook ups, alliances, etc. Those are always transitional. That's how Calistria likes it. You must always get something out of it. Money, information, power, a favor, etc. It's how he was taught to view himself and others. You don’t risk your heart in relationships, sex, etc.

He has loved unconditionally. I will say, this is where the line blurs. Love is… not a static thing. So yes, at one point Zrise loved his mother and Oria unconditionally. Though that love eroded away. That love by it's very function became conditional. Slowly. After repeated reminders that THEIR love for HIM was conditional. As long as he did as they desired, he was 'loved'. As long as he does as the Goddess commands, he has divine magic.

When he loves, he is willing to carve out so much of himself. Make so much room. Leave himself hollow. Destroy most of himself. Believing that he MUST in order to be loved in return. That no one could see him and love whoever he is deep down.

Which of your OC's qualities makes them the most proud? Do they think more people should be like them in this regard? Or do they quite like being rare in possessing it?

Damn. Another one that… hits one of the core contractions that rules Zrise. He doesn't have TRUE pride. Most things Zrise feels or shows 'pride' for… is a type of cynicism. Zrise is… the kind of guy that the more he feels he has to prove something the more he… projects. The more he pushes out the energy he WISHES were true. What he wants others to believe about him.

He talks a big game about how he's 'honest' because he is dishonest. That he doesn't 'pretend', that relationships aren't just about using others and tossing them aside. Even though deep down he says this because he resents it. He hates it. Because he feels used and tossed aside. And thus hates himself. Seeing himself as a fool. A fool who deep down wants things that are not 'true' about the world. That HE'S the idiot who believed in love and kindness and joy. But now he 'knows better'. NOW he acts very 'proud' that he knows the world is a cruel and terrible place. That kindness is manipulation. That love is a farce.

He's a strange guy. He deeply hates himself… He hates looking at anyone that reminds him of a younger, lighter, happier, more hopeful version of himself. He hates anyone that reminds him of himself now. Cynical and cruel. The only people he admires and thinks have it 'figured out' are the people who don't seem bothered or are 'winning'. Because man… he'd love to be both winning and unburdened. (Thus why in my mind his trickster ending is his worst…)

He does not think he is rare in being jaded. And strangely he sees trying to tear others down in some ways as a… lesser evil. He tries his best to come across as indifferent to the world. Because being hurt… even if you now know better… means you lost something. Being invested means risking something…

Anton

How far does parental approval (imagined or expressed) impact upon their current sense of self-worth? What might they sacrifice or attempt to achieve in order to ensure the approval of their parents?

Anton is so different from the twins. I hope I can explain him haha.

He is at most wary of his mother's disapproval. If he were to do something that he suspected she would disapprove of, he would still do it, but keep it hidden. From everyone. Not out of shame or fear of judgment. Mostly because he doesn't want to bother others. What she thinks of him is important to him, but to him it's more guidance than anything else. There really isn't much he would sacrifice to get her approval. He never really felt he did or did not have her approval. Her suggestions are vague and hard to know if he's followed or not. The internal version of his mother's voice in his head is less judgement and more advice.

Anton never deeply cared about his father's approval. He thought of his father's opinion like the color of the wall. It could be observed and that is all. He doesn't think about him now that he's dead.

How do they feel about public displays of romantic affection? Does it make them uncomfortable? How do they feel if a romantic partner kisses them in public?

He is mostly private in expressing his own emotions, but he does not have complex thoughts on public displays of affection. His low key attitude works to his benefit there. He would enjoy receiving it, but it would not occur to him. He won't shy away or turn it down, but it is not where his mind is at. His sense of what is public is very lax. Basically public is 'I should wear clothes' but other than that his boundaries between public and private are thin.

[monstrsball]

happy iwa day to all who celebrate

[callingcxrd]

Wait mutuals... Do you have sonas? I'm curious please tell me about them

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

if you ever notice me spontaneously reblogging things that are like 6+ months late, just know this: my drafts are now 65+ deep. even i do not know what lies at the bottom. we'll find out together, someday.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Someone New 7

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include angst, pining, romcom tropes, and some darker elements later in the series. Some triggers may not be specifically tagged. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This fic will contain explicit content. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’ve had a crush on your best friend for years, but you’re slapped in the face with reality when he takes things to the next level with his girlfriend.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor

Note: I am queuing this so who knows if Im still suffering.

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I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

The morning is going splendid. You spilled your coffee and the tea you packed in a thermos, you left on your counter. The realisation doesn’t hit you until you pull up to the site. You huff and hang your head, gripping the steering wheel as you brace yourself for your caffeine withdrawal. 

At least it’s dry. Mostly. As Thor forecast, the rain didn’t come until the night. The steady patter kept you awake, along with that lingering displacement that never quite leaves you. Fatigue is another constant. Your new normal; sleepless nights and sleepy days. 

You get out and set to work. It’s all you can do. It’s all you’ve been doing. Just keep going. It doesn’t matter how, just get it done, get through the day. 

You yawn at your task, brushing digging, oh so gently wiggling the little form. It’s almost out. Almost free. In your eagerness for some progress, you get careless. Your hand slips and the spearhead grazes our palm. Is isn’t until the stinging splits your skin that you realise it’s a slash. 

Damn it, you didn’t put your damned gloves on. 

Great, with the luck you’re having, you’ve just contracted some ancient virus. You hiss and grip your wrist. Your adrenaline triggers your heart. You take a few breaths to stay calm as you watch the blood bead to the surface. 

You curse and stagger to your feet. You grab the rag from your back pocket and clutch it in your injured hand. You grip it tight as you cross the site, careful not to tread to heavily, and you angle the fencing to sidle between two panels.  

You clumsily pull open the car door and reach under the seat. You always keep an emergency with you. It’s a rule of thumb for your sort of work. You never know what might happen. Bug spray, sunscreen, bandages, swabs, a hole trove of supplies. 

You shake as the pain intensifies, thrumming through your palm. You come out and rest the plastic tote on the hood and sift through with your single hand. This is going to be awkward as hell. While you enjoy your solitary, it can sometimes be unsettling. What if something worse happened? 

“Ruff, ruff, rrrrruffffff,” the growlish yet high-pitched barking comes from up the mountain road. 

You pause as he peek under the rag and peer up as gravel mulches. Another visit? Your work is so boring, you wouldn’t expect him again. Thor appears as Thunder hops before him, spastic as she sniffs the ground in circles. He smiles and waves but you can only manage a grimace before you look back to your wound. 

“Morning,” he booms as he scoops up the small dog and nears the other side of the car, “it’ll be a sunny one.” 

“You sure?” You look up at the greyish blue skies, than at him. Hm, the hue of above is rather similar to his eyes.  

“I know so,” he assures you and tilts his head curiously, “why are you so grim?” 

You show him your hand as you lift the cloth from it. He lets out a sympathetic hum and sets Thunder on the ground. She runs over to inspect the fence as he rounds the hood towards you. As he gets closer, his size is even more obvious. He’s well-built, you can see it even at a distance, but up close and personal, he’s almost inhuman in stature. 

“Yikes,” he offers his hand, “may I?” 

“Really, it’s not—I can handle it.” 

“I’m certain you can. Only the bravest woman would come to these grey lands and sit alone in the dirt,” he jokes. “Please, it’ll be easier with two hands.” 

You relent, a tinge of embarrassment hot in your cheeks, and peel the rag away. You hold your hand out to him and he brings one of his large ones to cradle it. Wow. He’s massive. The difference in your hands is startling. 

“Nasty cut,” he muses as he reaches over for the swabs you’ve piled out on the metal, “but it shouldn’t need more than a snug wrap.” 

“Thanks,” you look away, eyeing the dirt as his proximity makes you squirm.  

You can’t remember the last time a man touched you, especially a handsome one. Well, aside from Sam and Bucky but those were just hugs and usually ended in them arguing anyway. You’ve never been the most popular girl in the world and those men you managed to reel in didn’t stay on the hook very long. You never really tried to keep them. You were always too distracted. 

You wince as he wipes the cut with the alcoholic cloth. He softens his touch but holds your hand firm from beneath. He offers a rumbling apology as he focuses on tending to you. His intent is new to you. The way he looks at your palm holds more than any look you’ve ever gotten from a man. Or anyone. 

He crumples up the used wipe and takes another. He’s thorough. You feel a shiver roll through you despite the warmth in the air. He trades the wipe for the roll of gauze and wraps the strip around your hand, hooking over your thumb and looping your wrist. He uses the little metal clip to pin it then turns your hand over, brushing his own over it as he grins. 

“Good as new,” he announces, “though I recommend you not use it too much. And perhaps a pair of gloves.” 

“Yeah, I forgot. Long day.” 

“It’s nine in the morning?” He chuckles. 

“Yep,” you agree dryly. 

“Hopefully it gets better,” he says. 

“Yeah, maybe,” you agree dully and toss the things back in the tote.  

He picks it up before you can and keeps it from your reach, “like I said, you should take it easy.” 

“Well, there’s work to be done,” you say as he moves to the open door and slides the tote inside. “What are you doing back here?” 

“Ah, I let the queen lead the way,” he stands straight and closes the car door. He looks past you and your head perks up. Thunder is very quiet. “As ever, she does not tread with caution.” 

You turn to find the chihuahua inside the fence. You jump in place and sprint over, clattering between the panels as you call after her. “No, no, sweetie, be careful!” 

You chase her around where you were digging as you sense Thor watching from without. Great! You hope she didn’t pee anywhere. 

A sharp whistle pierces the air and Thunder stops. She sits in place, still wiggling, but doesn’t move. You peek back at Thor and he nods. You near her and pick her up. 

“Sorry about her, she is a free spirit,” he tuts as you cross back to him. “I will be certain she does not stray again. My apologies.” 

You’re taken aback by his sincerity. You try to remember the last time someone apologised to you and sounded like they meant it. Hell, when’s the last time you even got an apology. You dip out between the grating and hold out the dog. 

“I would hate to get in your way any more than we already have,” he hugs her with one arm and spreads his other hand over his chest, “we will be on our way. I do hope the sunshine brings some brightness to your day.” 

“Um, thanks,” you shift on your feet and hide your twiddling fingers. “You too.” 

“I’ve already found my sunlight,” he grins even wider and blinks, “now, Thunder, let’s go make a storm somewhere else.” He twists on his heel and lumbers off, “perhaps mother might put up with you for a time.” 

You stand just outside the fence and watch him go. A lock of his golden hair hangs loosely form his bun, dangling down his back, wagging almost like the dog’s little tail. He bounds over the lumpy ground and disappears behind the rock face. You look down and smile. 

Not everything is so bad and you can see the amber ribbon limning the clouds. The sun will be there soon. Just like he promised. 

💟

Thor comes back again. 

It’s a week since you cut your hand. Like before, you can’t predict him. You don’t hear him approach as he’s alone. You only notice him as he clangs something on the fence and lets out an ‘oops’. You pop your head up and look over at him through squinting eyes. Your forehead hurts from the expression. 

You smooth out your face and stand, facing him. He wiggles a metal canister in his hand. The wind sweeps the strands around his square jaw as the sky pulses in shades of gray behind him. 

“Thought you might like some hot tea,” he holds up the thermos. 

“Oh, uh... you didn’t have to...” you look at the sky and its quivering blanket. You’ve been pondering packing up for the last hour. “Thanks.” 

“Not to worry, I was restless.” 

“And you always go walking through the mountains when you’re bored?” You wonder as you step around the markers in the dirt. 

“I live here, there isn’t very much else to do and it isn’t a good day for swimming.” 

“Swimming?” You nod and click your tongue. “Sounds like the life to me.” 

“Mm, it can be rather languid when there isn’t work to do,” he turns the thermos in his hands as he talks, “Have you tried cloudberry?” 

“Cloudberry? Never heard of it.” 

He pokes the thermos between the panels and you take it. He pushes the barrier back into place between you, hooking his fingers into the links. You feel the warmth through the copper-coloured metal. 

“You didn’t have to come all this way for tea,” you laugh. 

“I wanted to ask after your hand. See how it’s healing,” he says. 

“Oh, uh,” you open and close your gloved hand, “just a scab now. I’m all good.” 

He smiles and keeps himself from leaning to heavily as the fence dips towards you. He coughs and realigns his feet, brushing back the looses strands around his face with a flick. He pushes his shoulders back and drops his hand. 

“So uh, you should try the tea. I put together the herbs myself, steeped it...” he bounces on his heels, “I suppose it’s not that impressive but it is good. Antioxidants, anti-inflammatory.” 

“Wow, sounds like one of those superfoods,” you scoffs as you pull of your glove and tuck it into your work belt. You untwist the cap and steam wisps out. You smell the tea and blow over it. You look up and find him watching you. “You’re starting to make me nervous, what’s in it?” 

“Just tea,” he assures. “I can’t lie to you, though. It wasn’t my idea. My mother suggested it. She’s very interested to see what you’re digging up but I’m afraid she can’t do much at the moment.” 

“Oh, your mother? Is she sick?” 

“She is in perfect health aside from her dislocated knee. She went rock climbing and well, accidents happen, eh?” 

“Yeah, sure do,” you show him your cut. “But they get better.” 

A lull rises as you take a dainty sip. The tartness tweaks your cheeks and you scrunch up your nose. 

“You don’t like it?” 

“It’s... different but not bad,” you say. “So, your parents live up here too?” 

“Mm, yes. I’m afraid I’m occupying their attic at the moment. I sold my home in Oslo, it was much too... cold.” 

You can’t help but snort, “it’s Norway.” 

“Ah, so it is. I should be used to it,” he agrees. “And how are you faring here? Have you adjusted to these dour lands?” 

“Eh, I’m trying,” you put the lid back on and turn it until tight. “Thanks for the tea.” 

“My pleasure,” he assures you. “Seems lonely work.” 

“I don’t mind it,” you shrug and cross your arms, tucking the thermos beneath one arm. 

“Interesting though. Have you found very much?” 

“Ugh, a spearhead and some pieces of the shaft. A vase, cracked though. Some beads.” 

“Beads,” he echoes thoughtfully, “is this all confidential?” 

“Not really, you wanna see?” 

“Very much so,” he says. 

“Right, uh, let me just...” 

You go back to where you were sat and plant the thermos in the dirt. You scurry around, overly aware of his observation, and go to the pin of your catalogued items. You find the bone beads and brings the little dish of them over to the fence. You hold them up as he peers between the links. 

“They have runes,” he intones. 

“Yeah, I’ve got the meaning of all of them except, er...” you pull out the single bead made of jade, “this one.” 

He hums and considers it closely, leaning in. 

“Not a rune. That’s a family symbol.” 

“Oh?” 

“My family’s.” 

“Wow, uh,” you lower your chin, “that’s... I... kinda feel like a thief.” 

“Can’t have cared very much about it if it’s down there,” he remarks, “you know, my father has mapped out much of our genealogy. As much as he can. He might be able to assist with your research, if he can find the time. Bit of a hermit these days.” 

“Oh, uh maybe, I’d hate to bother,” you smile sheepishly, “erm...” you look around, “where’s Thunder? Awful quiet without her.” 

“She’s keeping mother company. I’ve told her not to be too much of an imp, can’t have her making it worse,” he shakes his head. “The two of them are both stubborn as the other.” 

You can’t help the twitch in your eye. All this talk of your family has you suddenly homesick. You fight not to crack and swallow tightly. 

“Anyway, thanks again for the tea.” 

“Your parents must miss you,” he says abruptly. 

“Erm, yeah, my mom calls now and then but she’s better as an empty nester. Dad’s got his head under a hood most days so...” 

“Friends? Boyfriend?” He wonders. 

You arch a brow. He’s not very subtle and yet his inquiry can’t be anything but innocent, right? You’re still strangers. He can’t be into you. Not someone who looks like him. How long did you pray for Steve to even see you like that? This man is definitely not going to. 

“Friends. Sam likes to pester me when I should be sleeping and Bucky... they’re funny.” You sniff and gaze past him. You won’t mention that giant elephant in your head. The one you think about at night. 

“Lots to miss back home, it sounds like,” he breaks the silence before it can settle. 

“Yeah, but not every day you get to travel.” 

“And to a beautiful land,” Thor declares, “I hope one day you’ll come out of the dirt and see more of it. You’ll be surprised what lays further up the mountain.” 

You smile and look down, “yeah, maybe one day.” 

“Until then,” he backs up on his heel, “I won’t distract you any further. Enjoy your tea.” He turns and strides away, pausing halfway as you linger by the fence, “the rain will be here around five so I would leave early, otherwise you’ll be driving through it.” 

“Right,” your chest deflates just a little. You don’t know what you wanted him to say but you’re disappointed, “thanks.” 

[blue-disco-lights]

🚄 w e e k ly 🌊 t a g ✨w e d n e s d a y ✈️

Thank you @deedala for putting it together this week! and thanks for the tags @energievie, @creepkinginc, @sam-loves-seb, @lingy910y @michellemisfit @mybrainismelted

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Name: Julia (or Julia Gulia if you love to quote The Wedding Singer)

Age: if everyone’s doing it… double Nosho plus maybe one more

Location: Pacific Time!

we're going on a trip!!

📍where are we going? Japan (and then I change my departure ticket and just stay backpacking across Asia)

📍whats the weather like there right now? Whatever it usually is when the Cherry Blossom Festival is happening (I think it's soon! so spring?) 

📍are you an over-packer or a light-packer? Fairly light - I know no matter what I pack, I’ll end up wearing the same 2 outfits on rotation 

📍are we taking a plane or a train? Flying (first class, of course, because I make the rules here, right?)

📍early morning departure or an overnight trip? For a long trip like that, overnight (whether i’ll be able to sleep is a whole other story)

📍what song are you playing in the car while we drive to catch our departure? so i remember to come home...

📍we need to grab something on the way, starbucks or dunkin? a whatever they have Starbucks latte, extra hot because I can’t let it get lukewarm while I wait to board - bleh

📍we've made it to the transportation place 🚂✈️! be honest, are we on-time or are we rushing because we're running late? On time, i never trust traffic getting to the airport (which is quite nice, so i don't mind wandering around)

📍are you taking the window seat or the aisle seat? joining the aisle team - just like the movie theater, i hate climbing over people to go to the restroom!

📍we're settled in our seats, are you gonna read or watch a movie/show? a 12+ hour flight and my 100+ open fic tabs and library books on my phone are all glaring at me… so read til my eyes burn/head spins, and then watch a movie

📍what are you reading/watching? let's go with whatever romcom they have on deck in the movie section

📍are you using wireless or wired headphones? If they make you use your phone on the entertainment system, wireless - if it’s fancy and i get a screen, whatever headphones they give me

📍are you going to take a nap or stay awake? reeeeally try to nap, but i’m terrible at those

📍do you want a salty snack or a sweet snack? both?  I’ll take both! but also will need water with those salty ones 

📍we've arrived! are we heading straight to activities or are we gonna rest at the hotel? i’m pretty much ready to explore the minute i get off the plane. i’m too curious to sit still

📍finally, pick a treat to reward yourself for a travel day well done! the jasmin green milk tea boba i’m drinking BELOW

Thank you @michellemisfit @mybrainismelted and @creepkinginc for tagging me in this Pic Crew!

For the record I haven't worn overalls since college, but it's the first outfit i gravitate to in these!

Care to travel and pic crew today? Both or just one your choice! 🪄 @sweetperversiongirl @palepinkgoat @gembu-tortuesouscafeine @jrooc @metalheadmickey @steorie @callivich @darlingian @thepupperino @deathclassic @heymrspatel @crossmydna @gallawitchxx @sweetbee78 @francesrose3 @deathclassic @jessieoneday @krysmiss @ian-galagher @bawlbrayker @ifallonblackdays @vintagelacerosette @stocious @look-i-love-u @mmmichyyy @rereadanon @sleepyfacetoughguy @heymacy @ms-moonlight-inn @suzy-queued

And everyone who sees this post!

[catgrassplantdad]

New Year's Ask Game for Fic Writers 🤍

I was tagged by a couple of pals to do this a few days ago, and i'm finally getting to it! thank you @ardent-fox @suzy-queued @energievie 🖤

To close out 2023…

1) What fic did you have the most fun writing this year and why? Or, if you can’t decide, what was most fun about writing this year for you?

the most fun i had was while writing honeycomb, because julissa @heymrspatel and i got to play with our horny psychic link again and it was the BEST.

2) What’s a scene/story that you finished and felt “wow, I really accomplished that, that actually went so well”?

let them see. writing ian and mickey fucking with an audience and making it believable was HARD. i'm still not sure how well i accomplished that, but i'm proud of it.

3) What helped provide the most inspiration for stories, if anything? Was it poetry? A song on repeat? A gorgeous gifset? A walk outside? A book you read that made you want to change everything? Whatever it was! Tell all.

i listened to infinite granite by deafheaven on repeat. i just think it's beautiful, and it's good music for zoning out and imagining. lyrics from that album sometimes serve as working titles for my fics before they get real titles, and in fact i did name a fic after lyrics from that album. waiting in the light

4) What is something you want to share about what you’ve written this year? A particular line, a comment that made you feel really good, a scene that was difficult to write — you get to choose! What do you wish someone would ask you about when it comes to what you’ve written?

i just wanna talk about feels like a dream. setting the atmosphere for that was so fun. i wrote it so quickly, i could see it all so clearly in my head. i wanna talk about ian sucking on mickey's tongue. i wanna talk about the moment ian puts the collar on mickey and how he gets him to tell him why he wants it. i wanna talk about how ian talks to him and takes care of him and makes him feel owned. i wanna talk about how mickey sucks ian's dick like he needs it to live. i wanna talk about how important the atmosphere is in that moment, how even they felt like they didn't want to move too quickly and disturb what they had built up that night. i wanna talk about how mickey's so sleepy while ian's fucking him that he wonders if his orgasm is going to jerk him awake or make him even more sleepy and blissed out. oh god, and mickey calling ian daddy throughout. i just think it's sexy. i wrote it in september but i posted it at the very end of kinktober when people were likely just burnt out on it, but it's there and it's dreamy and it's kinky and i like it.

And to start off 2024…

1) Do you have any writing/creation goals for the year? What are they?

yes! i just want to post more fics. i still want to participate in kinktober and i want to format it differently this year. i want to write a multichapter au as well.

2) Is there a fic or idea that you’re really excited to be able to continue to work on in the new year (shout out to my fellow fic writing folks who take forever to finish wips, sometimes it’s nice to be able to continue working on something even if you wish you’d gotten it done! Now you get even MORE time with it!)

yeah, that multichapter au idea! i had written quite a bit for it and i HATED the direction it was going in and it made me want to scrap the whole thing. i had a helpful conversation about it with bee a few weeks ago and i've got new ideas for it, so really i want to tackle that. it just feels daunting because i've written thousands of words that i feel like i need to get rid of. i basically need to start over to make it work. but it'll happen!

3) What’s something new in your writing you want to try/are going to try? A different writing style? Different fandom? Darker works? Fluffier? Longer or shorter?

baby's first au! also i think i mentioned this before but i wanna try writing destiel smut. like deeply emotional, feral, inhuman, otherworldly reunion fucking. we'll see if i ever get to it though.

4) What’s something you love about your own writing that you will continue to appreciate in the new year?

i think i'm good at writing physical sensation. i find smut really fun and i think i'm pretty good at it. not just because i'm good at describing physical sensation, but for all kinds of reasons. i think i'm reasonably good at keeping ian and mickey in character while they're doing all kinds of things, and i like that. i think i'm good at setting a tone and atmosphere. i don't know man i just like it to be a sensory experience, and i think it often is.

i'm late but i'll tag a few people anyway! @whatwouldmickeydo @whatthebodygraspsnot @gallawitchxx @sisitrip @thisdivorce if you guys are interested in playing/haven't done this yet 💚

[eblu3]

I have an official announcement post queued up for when more people are awake tomorrow but I have a sheezyart now that'll very probably complement my website when I finish that :)

[romanticallyghosting]

I saw your tags in your reblog of my day 9 June Doe piece and I couldn't help but smile!! Hehehe

I'll go ahead and break the magician's code here. The truth is I've been so hype for this event, been waiting all year for it to roll out again. During last year's I was entrenched in nursing school and working multiple jobs to put myself through said nursing school, and so I just didn't have the time to participate the way I wanted to. So this year as soon as the prompts came out I got started and queued them up ahead of time to post at midnight each day of! The pre-canon one I wanna say I made over a month ago and it's just been sitting in wait ever since lmao

These days I work as a night shift home health nurse. I'm very fortunate that my job allows me a lot of downtime and I bring my iPad to work and draw to keep myself awake and alert, hence why I'm able to make so many of these in not a lot of time.

Comments like yours make me so happy!! Hope you're having an awesome day ☺️

omg thats so neat!!!! i also tried to work ahead but ive been super busy and only made it a few days in... which DEFINITELY shows in the quality of my work lol. is it obvious im a chronic procrastinator??

the DEDICATION though! i commend you for working so hard on this! all of your work is so neat and polished, and i cant imagine the amount of effort that went in to these!

im glad my tags made you smile though! you deserve all of the praise you get! you are one of the most talented people ive seen in the community, and your dedication is so wonderful and cool and when i have no clue where to start with the prompt for today i always look to see what youve done

i hope youre having a good day too!!!! im gonna go to sleep so good night, and please pray for me that i can bust out the prompt tomorrow in the morning because im too tired to keep working on it tonight

[asbestieos]

asta! asta you're one of the few people awake. well unless the hiragana practice post was a queued thing... uhhhh,,

hey can i please ask you a question (i am assuming the answer is yes, even if possibly a disgruntled one)

do you know what vanitas no carte is? and if so, would you recommend the manga or the anime??

OH MY GOD VANITAS NO CARTE. also known as vanitas no shuki and the case study of vanitas and vnc for short!! i recommend the manga if youre interested in the full, unadulterated story, as the anime unfortunately cuts out a lot of lore and dialogue for the sake of pacing. i havent read the manga myself bc of time constraints, but the anime is beautiful and the relationships between the four titular characters is so queer and strange you will be hooked. and despairful when you remember the author is jun mochizuki famous author of pandora hearts. so um. manga is my number one choice. also bc the volume cover arts are EXTREMELY beautiful and well detailed and full of foreshadowing, character motifs, metaphors, and allusions to each character's story. great stuff in the manga. read the vanitas no carte manga

[capricorn-0mnikorn]

What's going on with me...

So: my aide's (who is also my housemate) mother currently needs someone to watch over her 24/7, and her adult children and spouses are taking it in shifts.

This week (Monday, 1 May -> Thursday, 4 May, 2023), my aide is on the night shift. Since I need her help to get in and out of bed, and also cannot tolerate much more than 19 hours at a time in my wheelchair, I am also on a night shift.

And right now, I'm pushing against my circadian rhythm, and stay awake in the night hours when I would ordinarily be asleep, so, come the morning, I will actually be able to sleep when I get back into bed.

(so that's why I've been palavering about music fandom, which is a thing I don't usually consider myself being a part of. But cycling through musical bops in an attempt to stimulate my brain into wakefulness [anti-lullabies], is bringing up thoughts.)

My Tumblr queue, OTOH, is still timed for daylight hours, and I'm away-from-keyboard when people are responding.

And only a little bit ago, I realized I could also help myself stay awake by posting in the moment, instead of queuing things.

[cat-in-the-desert]

started using queue on this acct and it’s not fast enough so I’m occasionally upping the number of posts it posts per day

why queue at all? so no one knows if I’m awake when I shouldn’t be. duh. You think I want people figuring out I just queued half a dozen posts at 5am?

[dayacakrawala]

Im guessing that was a queued post, since Easter was on 3/31.

Oh no, not queued. I know some were eager and celebrated on March 31, but it takes to wait a bit longer in Eastern tradition. Some still party like true byzantines. All this calender shit is weird, but it's really funny when the whole English-speaking (America-dominated) internet has already celebrated, and then some people (including the huge Greek diaspora in America) just awake and decide that now it's THEIR turn to devour all the eggs.

[cipher-fresh]

4, 7, and 15 for the Tumblr asks

4: Do you have a queue tag?

No, but I use my queue a lot. It’s generally around 900 posts and it posts 5 times a day during the hours I’m awake. I love queuing stuff.

7: Why did you pick your header?

I took a random picture in what was my bedroom a couple of years ago and I thought the Pikachu looked really nice. I haven’t been able to find another header I like. The laptop in that picture is also broken, now.

15: What do you feel about ‘you must reblog this’ posts?

Not a fan of when people say it on posts, it comes off as guilt trippy. It’s a similar principle with posts that are captioned “Reblogs>likes” (ESPECIALLY without image IDs). if you’re going to be annoying about it I won’t interact with your post at all

from this ask game

[tomkeirblyth]

you changed your username 😭😭 i was so confused for a second

I have a post about it queued for when more people are awake sjjss basically just changing til lone star comes back bc my boy Lucas is booked and busy atm!!

[derelictdumbass]

My brain as soon as anything happens ever: we are now entering. Soup Mode