#I’ll reblog a prompt list and get zero responses

[rpf-bat]

*sigh* I’m trying to remind myself to be happy for others instead of comparing myself to them.

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Hii I saw ur reblog about the kiss prompts!

I choose - "if you win, i'll kiss you"

With nervous kiss and height difference! 😳🙏

I actually had a hard time trying to fit these prompts together but I think I did pretty well!

Warnings: knife throwing, height difference

Word Count: 1,327

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“What’s that make it now? 12 to…?”

“You’re such an ass.”

“Come now, dear, you’re being too harsh - my memory isn’t what it used to be, you know. How many wins do you have?”

Your glare could have burned a hole right through him, all the while Astarion looked every bit the smarmy bastard he was. He just loved teasing you. It satisfied him to no end to peer down at you as you fumed. Steam could come pouring out your ears and he’d still have that smug smirk on his stupid face.

You huffed through your nose, fighting the growing urge to throw the dagger right at his head - you’d miss anyway. This whole game started when you’d tried throwing a knife at a goblin as a last ditch effort. You missed horribly, and Astarion just couldn’t let it go. “Zero.”

He gasped dramatically and laid a hand on his chest. “Not a single one?! Well, this won’t do!” He leaned in, teeth showing as he grinned wickedly. “How about we make a little bet? Make things a bit more interesting.”

You scoffed. “So you can sweeten the deal in your favor and wipe the floor with me, again?”

“Hmm, I tell you what: in the interest of keeping things interesting, I’ll give you two throws. If you hit, you win.”

“Let me guess - you get three.”

He rolled his eyes. “Please, darling, I have some tact. I’ll get one throw. If I can hit the dummy square in the head, I win.” He accentuated the point by flipping his dagger in the air, easily catching it by the hilt by pure muscle memory alone.

You frowned, studying his face for any sign of deceit. You were getting really close to hitting… Gods, this is a terrible idea. You sigh. “Fine. What do you propose?”

A spark of mischief flickered in his eye, so quick it could have just been a trick of the light, but you knew him better than that. “If I win, you’re responsible for sewing up everyone’s clothes for a week.”

“And if I win?”

He smirked and lowered his face to be right next to yours, cold breaths tickling your ear as he whispered. “If you win, I’ll kiss you.”

Your heart raced as your face flushed. You could tell he noticed, too, when he pulled away with that self-satisfied look on his face. You cleared your throat, urging it not to shake as you grumbled, “It sounds like you’re making more out of this either way.”

“Yes, but one is certainly more desirable for you, no? Besides, what are the odds of you winning? You should have nothing to fear.”

You frowned, but he had a point. Resigned to your fate, your shoulders slump. “Fine. It’s a deal.”

“Excellent.”

You both lined up about 10 feet away from the straw dummy. It had numerous marks in its head and body, all landed by the vampire spawn beside you. But you felt good about this time. You felt you could actually hit it.

You didn’t hate the idea of kissing him, especially if it meant saving your hand the cramping of patching up your companions’ clothes, but, well… You’d never been kissed before. There was no reason why, you’d just never been close enough with someone to warrant it.

Your heart raced thinking about it. Your face was as warm as Karlach by now. But you swallowed down the feelings and focused. If you just aimed very carefully, you might be able to get it.

“You first, love.”

Gods, now was not the time for endearing pet names.

“Hush, fangs.”

He chuckled softly, but stayed quiet otherwise. You held the handle of the dagger, just as he showed you, and aimed. You took a breath, lifted it up, and with a quick swing it was flying through the air… Right over the dummy’s shoulder. You growled in frustration.

Cool hands smoothed over your shoulders, urging them to relax. “Take it easy, dear. Keep your wrist locked and keep your elbow tucked in when you lift the dagger to throw.” He slid his hand down your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake as he showed you how to keep your wrist straight and your elbow close to your ear. Then, he backed away and watched.

Shaking off the phantom feeling of him standing so close, you readied yourself again. You aimed, pulled your arm back so your elbow stayed tucked in, and steadied your wrist. With a deep breath, you threw the knife.

Time seemed to slow down as it flipped through the air. All sound faded away. You weren’t sure you were breathing. All you could focus on, all that mattered, was this stupid dagger.

In barely a second, the knife found its mark in the straw ribcage of the dummy.

A tidal wave of excitement and joy shot through your system. You cheered and pumped your fists in the air and gave a victorious yell that put Karlach’s to shame. And then, in the next instant, another knife flew by and lodged itself right next to yours. Your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes were wide when you turned to Astarion.

He smiled, part genuine and part impish. “Congratulations, darling. It seems you’ve won.” His smile only grew more flushed you became. He crowded into your space, peering down at you like a fox staring down a rabbit. “Don’t tell me you’re going to back out of our deal now.”

You swallowed. “I…” You glanced around camp, but no one seemed to be paying attention. They were all too busy preparing for the next day. You met his eye again and lowered your voice to a whisper, meant for his ears only. “I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

His eyes widened, brows raising minutely. He never thought the brave, compassionate leader before him would be so… inexperienced, to put it kindly. You’d always seemed to carry this sort of confidence, he just assumed…

“We don’t have to,” he back-peddled. He’d never have suggested it if he’d known. Well… Okay he would, but that look on your face - puppy-dog eyed and uncertain. It twisted his insides. He started to step away, out of your space, but you caught his arm.

“No, I…” You took a breath to steady your shaky nerves. “I want this.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, but he could still feel the anxious way you fiddled with the fabric of his shirt. It was cute. And terrifying. You wanted him to be your first. It was only fair - you were his first after all.

Moving slowly to give you a chance to back out, he raised his hands to cup your jaw, fingers brushing over your pulse and tilting your head up. You were shorter than him, enough that he had to hunch a bit to meet your eyes like this. You held onto his arms, too unsure to hold him anywhere else. He leaned down, noses almost touching. He could see your eyes flickering from his eyes to his mouth; feel your heart beneath his fingers as it skipped with his proximity. In a final act of courage, you stood on your toes and met him halfway.

It was clumsy at first. You had no idea what you were doing, all you knew was his lips were soft and he tasted like wine. He gently tilted your head, smoothing out the initial uncoordinated start. His lips meshed with yours as he showed you exactly what to do. When you experimentally nipped at his lip, he almost groaned. It wasn’t perfect, but he was sick and tired of perfect. It was wonderful. He was almost reluctant to pull away. But you still needed to breathe, living thing that you were.

He chuckled as he pressed his forehead to yours, watching with rapture as you caught your breath, lips swollen so beautifully. “You are full of surprises, aren’t you?”

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mmmmSKSKSKSKSK I sent this to the wrong blog but,,,for the prompt list thingy you reblogged, misc 13 with 2 characters you want

(I HOPE TO JESUS IT'S YOU WHO REBLOGGED IT THIS TIME)

“I’m worried about you.” [From this Ask meme]

The best response John can manage, at that precise moment, is a vague, dismissive flick of his fingers as he swipes his older brother’s hologram off of his screens, ending the call.

He’s busy, damn it, Scott.

Alan and Kayo have taken Thunderbird Three out to an asteroid between Mars and Jupiter to help a returning deep-space shuttle with engine failure and Alan’s got twelve minutes of air left in his tank, blood-red holograms ticking the numbers down at the corner of John’s vision. Thunderbird One’s been deployed to the Alps in the sub-zero temperatures of a snowstorm following reports from the family of a missing skier, and John could really have done with all the little comments about their Mom that Scott had decided it was a good time to slip in amongst receiving his instructions, probably in an attempt to keep it together himself. To crown it all, Gordon’s in the middle of a risky deep dive with Thunderbird Four in one of the darkest parts of the Atlantic Ocean, trying to find a missing ocean surveyor, with Two coasting overhead despite the fact there’s not much Virgil can do but clutter John’s airways with his worries. Penny’s apparently in the middle of some kind of bank heist in England, and so can’t take FAB1 to help. John, in an almost Scott-like fit of insanity, is almost itching for The Hood to turn up, just because he wouldn’t mind the opportunity to hit something very hard with the mooring claw…

It’s been like this for a week solid. John’s not slept in thirty-two hours and colours are desperately trying their best to become audible. His mouth tastes stale with jumbled numerical readings and directions and what-his-brothers-need-to-do-nexts. 

The astronaut takes a deep, ragged breath and rips his hands from the blue glow of his holographic array. He rubs the textured blue fabric of his fingertips hard against gritty eyes, trying to force away the tired moisture that’s gathering determinedly there from trying not to yawn.

This should all be routine by now. He’s got a schedule. A delicate balance of exhaustion and focus. John knows his body’s limits and how to push himself past them - swaddling himself in a cocoon woven of holograms and the loud, urgent voices of people who need his help until he’s lightheaded from the brightness and downing enough caffeine to make his hands shake is the only thing keeping him going.

It’s not a good system, but it works.

Well, sort of works.

John scrubs at his eyes harder, pushing against his closed lids until phosphenes bloom fractal galaxies across the darkness from the pressure. He’s so tired but there’s no way he's gonna be able to sleep this one off. Not with everything going on all around him right now. 

Not until these people are sa…

“John.” Fantastic. Scott’s back. Calling on his wrist Comm this time, and big brother doesn’t exactly sound pleased about being hung up on. John thinks better of ignoring him twice, though he rolls his eyes about it. “You’ve been running Comms for three days straight now, you need to take a break.”

“I’m fine, Scott.” John’s mouth shapes the words even though he feels anything but. He has to be fine. “I’m just doing my job. Go get on with yours. And fly a little lower, the wind speed’s up.” The holograms had started swimming alarmingly over two hours ago, most of their words blurring beyond legibility, but John knows what the warning orange blob and its proximity to the logo of Thunderbird One means regardless. Focusing is getting harder and harder and that’s probably dangerous because what if he slips up, what if he gives one of his brothers the wrong instructions and something bad happens, what if...

John really wants a coffee. Another coffee. That’s probably a bad sign in itself because John, ninety-nine per cent of the time, doesn’t drink coffee. Certainly not like his brother’s do. Thunderbird Five’s got a massive range of teas vacuum packed in little silver packets, mostly courtesy of the Lady Penelope, because John far prefers it, but there is a sturdy metal tin of strong, Indian coffee in the galley, waiting ominously for him like a red break glass in case of emergency box.

John’s been choking down up to three mugs of the stuff, black and thick as tar, spiked with crushed caffeine pills, every other hour, in an attempt to keep himself with it enough to do his damn job.

The system works.

He grinds the heel of his palm against his forehead, trying futilely to prevent his pounding headache from getting any worse. He thinks there’s a bottle of painkillers in the first aid kit, Brains’ good ones, and mixed with another mug of caffeine John reckons that should get him through the rest of today even though he’s hungry and exhausted, and all his muscles have a dangerous, creeping ache that warns of atrophy, of too much time spent in Zero G. John just knows his whole body is going to kill the minute he relaxes, and that, if the constant chatter of the globe weren’t enough, makes taking even a little break just not an option. He ignores it all like a pro, slipping out of the segment of Five’s ring with the globe in, and drifting toward the galley, his fingers uncoordinated and clumsy on the handrails.

Coffee. Black. Two capsules of painkiller and another of caffeine, crushed into a powder with his fingers and dumped in.

He snatches up the plastic cup of coffee and heads back toward his globe, lifting the cup to his lips.

“John,” Scott says in his ear. “You can’t seriously be going to drink that…?”

John does, in fact, drink that. He knocks back the boiling beverage so quickly he doesn’t even need to swallow and chases the scald down with another cold cup of coffee that’s been left on his countertop from who-knows-when in the past three days. It’s gritty in the bottom from the drugs. John swallows hard at the acrid taste, coughs, and shakes out his shoulders.

“Alright,” John manages, suppressing the urge to throw it back up. “I’m good.”

Scott just blinks at him like he’s clearly a moron. Which, John thinks, is a bit rude when he’s the one with two PHDs.

“How long has that mug been there?” Scott asks, gaping slightly. It’s not at all like John to leave liquids out in the open, and especially not in space. “John, it had a layer of mould floating on it.” Not like him at all.

“Yeah,” John offers him, with a weak, crooked smile that doesn’t make sense on his face. “Penicillin. Adjust your tail flaps thirty degrees, you’re coasting too low. You need to compensate for the way the wind’s being channelled between the rocks.”

“John,” Scott’s voice comes back dangerously low, “John, when did you last have a proper break?” John’s head throbs and he’s saved from trying to work out any kind of reply to that because Gordon takes the opportunity to check-in. It doesn’t matter that John’s vision is blurring, as long as he can hear his little brother just fine. 

Crackling static buzzes in the spaceman’s ears long after Gordon clicks off again.

The newest shot of caffeine is slowly starting to soothe his frayed nerves, though everything’s a bit… hazy, if he’s honest.

“John!” Oh, Scott’s still here, huh. “Ok, little brother,” The elder of them puffs his chest out and folds his arms, but John’s not paying enough attention to his hologram to notice. “If you string yourself out much longer, I’m going to put you on medical leave until you die, alright? Nothing can stop me.”

“I don’t need med leave!” John exhales all of the air in his paper-bag lungs at once. “I’m fine and I’m doing a damn good job monitoring everything! I never take sick days…”

“You never take vacation days, either.” Scott cuts pointedly across him.

“Irrelevant.” John dismisses him again, flicking the point away like it’s a hologram he’s done with, “I’m just doing my job. If you want to come down on me for working hard, then you’re the one with the issue here.”

“You’re going to kill yourself,” Scott growls. “Your exhaustion and carelessness puts everyone who works under you at risk and I don’t know what the answer to your workload without Dad around is, but it sure. isn’t. this.” A sweeping hand encompasses his brother head to toe - taking in the coffee stains on John’s blue fingertips and the darkness smudged under his eyes. “We’ve got to, I don’t know, there must be something that can take some of the pressure off. Alan was talking about wanting to try a rotation.”

“Alan’ll be bored to death within five minutes alone up here,” John points out, “he’s still too young.”

“Gordon then, or Virgil, hell I’ll do it. I’m sure we can scrape together something.”

“Scott.” John’s voice comes out much softer this time, certainly softer than intended. “We’ll work something out but… just… not right now, ok?” It sounds almost pleading. A little broken. Perhaps Scott shouldn’t have brought up their Father, or perhaps there’s already too much for John to focus on without throwing himself into the mix. “We can pick this up later if you want, when we’re finished,” He goes on to offer, hollowly, “but right now you need to check your heat scanner and find that missing skier before those kids who called lose a parent.”

There’s a harsh intake of breath from Scott at that. He knows as well as any of them why they, why John, does all this. If they can keep together just one family, compared to their own loss, anything seems worth it.

Doesn’t mean Scott’s got to like it though.

He clicks off and John closes his eyes for one, very long moment - the residual Comm chatter swirling in his ears. It’s tempting to just press his forehead against the cold glass beneath his feet and just not exist for a few hours... But Alan needs to get back aboard his Thunderbird with the crew members, and Gordon’s discussing going EVA with Virgil in the background and Scott’s thermal scanner has just picked up an orange blip amongst all the blue.

There’s always a later. When everyone’s safe. John can rest later.

[writefightandflightclub]

Poke it (Poe Dameron x reader)

What is this? #9 of 14 prompt requests for my now semi-distant 500 follower celebration (sorry that they’re taking me an age to complete)!

Prompt / summary: “Let’s poke it with a stick” + “Do NOT poke it!” + “Let’s be honest. This isn’t the worst thing you’ve caught me doing”

(That 3rd line! I adore Pepperony and I wish I had a comprehensive list of the worst things Pepper caught Tony doing!)

Author’s note: This is just a quick one- hope it hangs together ok. The title is shitty, I’m sorry.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: mild sex references and content; references to nudity.

GIF credit: the fabulous @hupperts​ ​!

You stir awake in the interior of the cave as a precise whisper cuts through the relative darkness.

“Let’s poke it with a stick!”

Blearly eyed and still half-asleep, you try to shrug off the layers of sleep. All you can establish, at first, is that you’re surrounded by warmth. By blankets. By warm skin. Then a familiar scent wraps around you, explaining the embrace you’re held in. Poe. You’re surrounded by Poe, snoring lightly beside you.

Then, a second harsh whisper slices through the cave, and you register a flashlight beam trailing over the interior, unsure footsteps scraping along the floor.

“I’m gonna poke it.”

“Do NOT poke it, Rose! It’s probably just a rock.”

“You don’t believe that, Finn, or you wouldn’t mind me poking it. Besides, it was moving around! I heard it growl!”

Evidently, your rescue committe has arrived. “Hello?” you venture into the dimly lit cave. At that, Finn and Rose startle, seemingly colliding with one another and letting out a sharp shriek.They’re not very subtle.

Poe finally shifts awake beneath the blankets, at which point, upon observing the stirring, blanketed shape, Rose yells “AHHH! Kill it! Kill it! For kriff’s sake kill it!!”

“Don’t kill it! Rose! It’s us! It’s just us!” You exclaim, and a flashlight beam finds its way directly into your face. Groggily, you raise an arm to shield your eyes. You offer them a lopsided smile. “Major (L/N), accounted for and present.” Wait, is Finn hiding behind Rose?

Upon realising the mysterious shape is you and not some carniverous, cave-dwelling monster, Finn strides forward and you can just about make out relief washing over his features. “Poe?” he enquires, needing to know immediately that the Commander is also accounted for.

“I’m here, buddy.”, a gravelly, sleep ridden voice announces from behind you. Slinging a hand over your hips and giving you a reassuring and private squeeze beneath the blankets, Poe props himself up on his elbow and squints into the light as the beam now washes over his stubbled face and mussed, inky curls. 

“Thank kriff.” Rose starts, finally reassured and continuing the onslaught with the flashlight as she too paces towards you.

“Rose.” you warn. “Rose.”

She doesn’t heed you and, full of relief that the moving, growling shape was simply the two of you sleeping, she makes her way even closer. “What on earth happened to you two after the crash? We...” But then she comes closer than she would like. “Oh, Maker, my eyes!” she yells, the flashlight beam skimming over the underwear and clothing you have both strewn over the floor. Skimming over Poe’s shirtless form snuggled into yours.

Poe dips his head towards you while Rose swings her flashlight wildly around, providing a momentary distraction. “Oops.” he breathes, with zero genuine regret, before planting a quick kiss to the sweet spot on your neck that he learned all about lastnight. Your body hums with delight.

Finn’s beam follows the path of Rose’s next. “Maker! Are you two naked?!” Did you have...? No. Wait. I don’t even need to ask, do I? You had sex in a cave. You did. I know it.”

“Finn!” you scold, although he’s not wrong, and you tug the blanket firmly up to your armpits to avoid any unintended slips, as if you might be able to salvage some dignity after all. 

“We didn’t think anyone was coming for us, buddy. We may have got in touch with our feelings, some.” Poe defends, his voice momentarily hollowed out with the memory of exactly how stranded you’d believed you were. About the declarations which followed. “Besides, Let’s be honest, Finn. This isn’t the worst thing you’ve caught me doing. Not by far!” 

Finn sighs. “Whatever, just get dressed and meet us over by the entrance. You got your own light?”

“We got our own light.” Poe confirms.

“And (Y/N)?” Rose calls gleefully as she and Finn head out, “Hurry up, so you can tell me absolutely everything there is to know about this hook-up.”

“Rose!” Poe scolds, in a thin attempt at his Commander-ly voice.

The duo leave and Poe shields your eyes with his palm as he powers up the portable light. You swivel beneath the blanket to face him with a tentative smile, the memory of last night still fresh on your skin, on your lips, on your heart.

“Looks like we’re not going to die after all, honey.” He trails his fingertips lazily over your bare back. If you’re not mistaken, he takes a deep, steadying breath before speaking his next words. “Before we’re very unalone: any regrets about last night....?”

Your response is easy, certain. “I regret nothing.”

He can’t hold back the smile upon hearing your words, but he does make some attempt to tame it with a lip bite. He dips to press a soft, affectionate kiss to your lips and looks at you like he can’t believe his luck.

“How about you?” you ask apprehensively. “Any regrets?”

“I only regret that I didn’t have sex with you in a cave a helluva lot sooner.”

“Figures.” you nod, delivering him a warm smile and returning his kiss, momentarily letting it deepen.

“Come on then, Screamer, let’s get dressed and back to base so I can undress you again. Sound good?”

Oh oh. You hope that nickname doesn’t stick. You’d be more embarrassed, but he’d certainly seemed to enjoy how vocal you were last night.

“Yep. That’s emphatically fine by me.” You pick through the mess to find your clothes, tugging them on hurriedly and packing up the few supplies you had remaining. Once everything is gathered and you’re both decent you begin your trudge through the winding tunnels. 

“Wait a minute, though...” you pause as you pick your way out through the dark and towards the cave’s mouth. Poe’s hand is on your waist. In fact, he’s barely stopped touching you since he finally realised that you wanted him to touch you. “I gotta ask. What was the worst thing Finn’s caught you doing?”

Poe stops in his tracks for a moment, his hand still warm and reassuring on the small of your back. “I forget... D’sn’t matter though, you’re by far the best thing he’s caught me doing. Let’s dwell on that. ‘Kay?”

“Technically, he didn’t catch you doing me.” you clarify, for the record.

“A few minutes later and he would have.” Poe smirks, and his face remains mischievous as you enter the light of day. 

Rose is waiting keenly for you to emerge and greets you both with open-armed hugs and easy smiles. You both hold your arms out to Finn, expecting the same. “Nah, bro, I’ll get you later. I know where you two have been.”

You walk together towards the ship, and you allow yourself a sigh of relief. It had been touch and go there for a while. Then, before Rose can siphon you off for much needed gossip, you turn to Poe. “You’re the best thing I’ve been caught doing too, you know.”

His expression turns smug. “I could tell, sweetheart.”

“Sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

He ignores your comment and continues with his self-satisfied train of thought. “Which is wild, because I haven’t even shown you mosta my moves yet.”

You filter on to the rescue vessel, greeting the pilot with gratitude and taking a seat with Poe, Rose, and Finn further down in the cabin.

If you’re honest, as relieved as you are to see your friends, you’re a little distracted wondering what other “moves” Poe might have to offer. Apparently, your lusty looks aren’t lost on your fellow Rebels, either. “Oh, for Maker’s sake, you two.” Rose starts. “Go. Get out of my sight. I’ll cover for you.” You and Poe exchange a glance, and Poe offers you a suggestive eyebrow, the gesture forming a perfectly phrased, unspoken question. He grabs your hand eagerly as your eyes shine in response.

“Thanks, Rose.” he calls, practically yanking your arm out of its socket with enthusiasm and he leads you towards an adjacent door.

“Just don’t touch anything!” she emphasises.

“And don’t let me catch you.” Finn promptly adds a condition. “And never tell me what happened in there.”

You throw a sidelong, helpless look back at Rose as Poe marches you away. “Tell me everything.” She mouths at you before you’re carried off. You give her a wink and turn towards Poe who leads you surreptitiously through another door and into an unused cargo store. His face splits into a grin. “And try not to scream.” He adds as he hikes you up on to the table.

“Oh, Maker. What have I let myself in for with you?” you chide fondly. However, as soon as you feel his touch on you, simultaneously loving and sinful, you recall; you regret nothing. Plus, this man’s not wrong. He has moves. Maker, the way his fingers are-

-Poe’s palm clamps over your mouth just before a loud moan spills from you. “Do you think you can keep quiet for me, honey?”

Nope. No regrets. You couldn’t unearth a single one if you tried. In fact, this might just be the best thing to have happened in a long while.

THE END

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A Letter to WordPress

Dear WordPress,

Tumblr has been around for a good while now and many of us have been here since the beginning (or close to it). It’s become something of a comfort and a home base for many. You can understand then why it’s so terrifying and tension-setting when a new owner comes around.

This website has been through a lot of changes, very few of them good in recent years. I want to open up a dialogue from the user base about our feelings and desires surrounding this site, because to so many of us, not only its design and function, but its success and future are a big deal.

Obviously not all of the things I list below will be universal opinions, but I’ll try to outline some of the things I’ve seen the majority of users want. I’ll also throw in some things that are more personal, because I can’t claim to know everything the rest of the users want, but I can tell you where I see obvious problems.

First and foremost, here’s an obvious one. You can’t really go anywhere on Tumblr without knowing: we want the bots and the nazis gone. We need some kind of captcha system for every time someone wants to include a hyperlink in a post or response. Until the staff count gets higher, I would honestly suggest closing down the report system for everything but bots, nazis, and death threats/suicide bait.

Make NSFW content welcome again. Outside of porn bots, the pervasiveness of NSFW content is slim to none. As long as minors and those with ‘NSFW’ blacklisted aren’t seeing the NSFW content, there’s nothing wrong with it being here. A large number of the people posting NSFW content on here are artists who use this content to make a living on commissions. The ban has done nothing but make valuable members of the Tumblr community leave and take their art elsewhere. The focus should be cracking down on anyone who isn’t properly tagging NSFW content with ‘NSFW’. If the focus is put on that, the problem with NSFW content will be null.

Please keep Tumblr unintegrated with other social media. Most users will agree, the anonymity is such a huge part of what draws us to Tumblr. Other people only know what we tell them and it’s very appealing for our real life accounts (e.g. Google, Facebook, etc.) to be completely separate. When users want to share links to other accounts, they can do so easily with links on their blogs.

Replace ads with either, better, more sensible ads or members content. A large part of the ads on Tumblr make absolutely zero sense just by looking at them. Not to mention, they’re all completely unfit for the user base. I’ve seen weight-loss ads (harmful to the many people on the site recovering from eating disorders) and ads for products most people wouldn’t need or want until their forties. Most of the user base is 13-35, if I had to guess. I can tell you right now, you would make more money and the user base would be much happier if ads were removed in favor of members content. Adding a paid membership that allows users to gain access to new features (rather than restricting what’s already here) would be a huge boost in morale and company income. Use that income to improve the site. Don’t get comfortable making more than the bare minimum in profit until the website is functioning reasonably well. Hint: it’s not right now.

Keep the base functions of Tumblr. Don’t try and get radical, hoping big changes will excite the community. They won’t. We’re creatures of habit and we just want memes, fandom, and relatable nonsense. Keep reblogging, replies, customizable blogs, tags, and likes functionally the same.

Be receptive to bug reports and post change logs so that the community knows that they’re being addressed and fixed.

These are the obvious pleas of the community. Please keep in mind that the heart of Tumblr is in its users and if you ostracize us, there will be nothing left. We love this website and we want to see it thrive as much as anyone. We just don’t want to sacrifice the spirit of the community in the process.

Read more under the cut if you want to see some more of my own personal suggestions. I’d love for other users to sound off in the replies with whether they agree with any of the pleas or suggestions and also give their own!

Okay, so, here are some personal opinions that are by no means the voice of the community. I think they’re pretty sensible, but what do I know?

Change back the color. I hate this saturated navy color and I’m pretty sure a lot of others do too. I’m part of the disabled community and I know and have seen people saying that these extremely contrasted colors that were added are making their Tumblr experience worse. It gives people headaches due to light sensitivity and, frankly, it’s ugly. If you’d like to cater to those who are visually impaired/colorblind, that’s fantastic! Do so with an account setting that turns on higher contrast mode or adds patterns to things to make them distinguishable.

Add an option to blog suggestions and posts that have shown up on your dash from followed tags that says “Stop Suggesting This.” I’ve been suggested a number of blogs that I’m not interested in following. I don’t want to block the user, but I do want some different suggestions and for those blogs to stop showing up in suggestions. I’m also tired of seeing the same post twenty times from a tag I follow. There is currently an option that says “This particular posts sucks.” While I think that was a great attempt at catering to the community, I don’t want to use it because my intuition says that there’s a negative connotation. Does me saying the post sucks make it show up less for other people? Does it lose popularity? I can’t tell. The only thing I know is that I don’t want to say that a good post sucks just to make it quit showing up on my dash.

Implement some of the features that XKit uses. I would bet at least a quarter, if not more, of Tumblr users use XKit to make using Tumblr less painful. That shouldn’t be the case. Tumblr should have these functionality options available in dashboard settings.

A very hot take here that many might disagree with: Make notes viewable more like mobile has them. As it is, it’s hard to tell which ones I’ve seen on desktop. It can be tricky on mobile too, honestly, but it’s easier than on desktop. I would also heavily suggest making the unseen notifications darker so that they stand out and making a button to indicate that you’ve seen them.

Keep the dash, messages, notes, and profile as separate processes similar to how mobile has it. The trek all the way down the damn dashboard is a long one. I want to be able to see notes and messages in full size without losing my dash progress. When I switch back I want to be right where I was. I understand if this one isn’t possible or practical. It was just something I like about mobile over desktop but I’m aware that they’re two different beasts with different capabilities.

As far as the aforementioned members features, I do have some ideas, but I can’t guarantee they’re the best the user base has to offer. I’m sure others could think of better. Anyway, some things I’ve thought of are groups/clubs, digital currency, and separate dashboards. So, as it stands, You can have multiple blogs on one account. People can follow them separately. That’s fantastic. What would also be nice though, is being allowed to make separate dashboards. This would probably take up another chunk of server space, so I understand if it isn’t feasible right now, but I would jot it down. The ability to separate shitposts, aesthetic imagery, fandom content, and NSFW would be amazing. If you follow a huge number of blogs, like me, you could even make a friends dash so that you don’t miss your friends’ posts. It would just be a matter of allowing people to add and name their new dashboards. Then, when they go to follow people, it prompts them to choose what dash their content goes to. You could even simplify it by making the follow button default to the main dash, but adding a little dropdown arrow beside it. You could then choose which dash to add them to from a list. Below are some bad paint-drawn concept drawings.

Anyway, I hope this has all been helpful in some way. I’m fairly certain that WordPress will never actually read this, but it was cathartic to write and I hope it will be cathartic for someone else to read.

Sincerely, birb-ghost

[wkemeup]

How I got to 4k followers is beyond me but I have so so so appreciated all of your kind words and support in my writing. Thank you for following me and for always being so lovely. I really want to love and support you guys as much as you have me, so please show me some of your writing so I can rave about you!

rules

You don’t have to be following me, but I’d love to have you 💕Just please reblog for signal boost!

One prompt per person - send in second choices in case your first is taken!

Any and all Marvel characters up for grabs

Please use warnings if your fic requires it

Fluff, angst, smut, AUs all welcome, but please no underage or non-con

Use a read more cut for fics over 500 words

Any word count is fine! We know I’m a wordy bitch. Please just stick to one-shots or the first part of a series. 

The lyrics listed in the song prompts do not have be included in the fic. They’re there to serve as inspiration for the feel of the song. Just go for the vibe you connect with!

Send me an ASK with your prompt and character and I will update this post when I can so it’s as up to date as possible!

Tag @wkemeup​ and use #kas4kwc within the first five tags when you post your fic! Send me an ask if I don’t respond after one week bc that means I probably missed it!

Please have fun with this and I can’t wait to see what you do with these prompts! 

* due April 1 2020 🌻(but this deadline is meaningless so join/post whenever, just send me a message if you need more time!)

song prompts

July - Noah Cyrus ft. Leon Bridges @tarithenurse w/ T’Challa If you want me to leave, then tell me to leave and baby I’ll go

Put a Little Love on Me - Niall Horan @brooklynbarrnes​  I look around as my heart is collapsin' / 'Cause you're the only one I need

Ease My Mind - Ben Platt @blue-like-barnes​  When they pull me under, and I can feel my sanity start to unwind / Darling, only you can ease my mind

Forever - Mumford and Sons @locke-writes​ I know I've had you troubled / And I know I've seared your mind / But you know that I love you / And that our love's not blind

I Would Do Anything for You - Foster the People @marvelous-avengers I've fallen in love, and it's better this time than I've ever known

First Day of My Life - Bright Eyes @heli0s-writes Yours was the first face that I saw / I think I was blind before I met you

Adore You - Harry Styles  @evanstarff w/ Bucky I'd walk through fire for you / Just let me adore you / Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

Work Song - Hozier @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan w/ Steve No grave can hold my body down / I'll crawl home to her

Killer - Phoebe Bridgers @sgtjbuccky​ w/ Bucky Can the killer in me / Tame the fire in you?

Mariners Apartment Complex - Lana Del Rey @corneliabarnes​ You lose your way, just take my hand / You're lost at sea, then I'll command your boat to me again

Old Fashioned - Bruno Major @angrybirdcr​ I know the idea isn't new / To fall in love with someone on first view / But I don't care / I think I'll fall in love with you

Lost Boy - The Midnight @renxzs w/ Bucky We were the monsters and fire-breathers / We were the quiet sunrise leavers / You were a good girl, what could I do? / I was a lost boy when I met you

dialogue prompts

“What if it changes things between us?” / “Isn’t that the point?” @jalapenobarnes​ w/ Bucky

“If you walk away now, don’t ever come back” @whistlingwillows​ w/ Bucky

“Do me this one favor and I promise, I’ll never ask anything else of you again.” @notyetneedcoffee​ w/ Steve

“Take me with you” / “I’ll be right back, I promise.” @flowerymoonlight​

“I’m sorry, ____ told you what?” @tropicalcap​

“I take zero responsibility for this.” @what-is-your-plan-today​ w/ Steve

“This isn’t what it looks like.” @mermaidxatxheart​

“I was made for you.” @baezen​

“Don’t scare me like that!” @xbuchananbarnes​ w/ Bucky

“Everything in my life has led to this moment.” @companionjones​ w/ Coulson

“What do you mean you don’t know how to hot wire a car?!” @lailannajacobs​ w/ Loki

“Please tell me that isn’t your blood.” @buckthegrump​ w/ Bucky

“Are you drunk?” @tellmealovestory​ w/ Bucky

“Are you wearing my clothes?” @littlemarvelfics​

“Get in the closet, now!” @anika-ann​ w/ Steve

“Can you stop fidgeting? I’m trying to untie you.” @elatedmarvel​ w/ Steve

“Don’t make me tell you twice!” @littledarlinwrites​

“We’re going to be stuck in traffic for the next three hours and you want to sit in complete silence?” @nacho-bucky​ w/ Sam

“Take my hand.” @sugarfreecapsicle​ w/ Bucky

“You’re going to regret this.” @crispychrissy​ w/ Steve

“You’re going to have to trust me.” @captain-kelli​ w/ Steve

“Don’t look at me like that when I’m trying to leave.” @stuckonjbbarnes​ w/ Steve

“I’m dreaming, right? I must be.” @captainscanadian​ w/ Bucky

“Give me the keys!” @oplunket16​ w/ Thor

“Breathe with me.” @evansweaters​ w/ Steve

This is my first time hosting a writing challenge so I dont really know what I’m going but hey we’re in this together ok! Please remember to send an ASK with your choice and I can’t wait to see what you write !!

[jewels2876]

Lonely No More

A/N: This is my entry for @sherrybaby14​ ‘s writing challenge. Congrats on hitting 6K!!  - prompt is in bold - This takes place in the void of Steve’s life between CW:FA and The Avengers.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: mild swearing, fluff, two people who can’t take a hint

Word Count: 1456

Six months ago, he woke up in a SHIELD facility and wandered into the 21st century. A man named Fury welcomed him in his own style, hanging around just long enough to hand him a phone Steve was sure he could break at a mere touch. Steve was left to his own devices in New York City, in a place he should have been familiar with. Instead every place he thought of to find solace in this new world was gone. Torn down. Burned down. Run down. Steve stared at the phone in his hand. Bucky had been his best, and only, friend for so long; Peggy could have been his best… everything. He didn’t have the foggiest idea who he would call or who could help him. As if to answer his question, the phone rang on its own.

“Hello?”

“Hey Steve, my name’s Natasha. Before you ask, Fury gave me the number. I’ve got a place in Brooklyn that’s got your name written all over it if you’re interested.”

Steve quirked an eyebrow at this news and smiled to himself. “I’m interested.”

As more people with powers came forward, the more people Steve came to know. At the moment, he was trying not to stare too long as Natasha introduced you. “Steve, this is y/n. Y/n, you might know who this guy is,” Nat smirked. You grinned and extended your hand. “Nice to meet you Cap.”

“Call me Steve.”

*

It didn’t take long for you and Steve to become fast friends; he always came to you when people gave him things to check out. You had given both Star Wars and Rocky the thumbs up, but had put your foot down after Rocky II. You had also taken him to your favorite gelato shop; the blissful look on his face at his first bite made you blush.

“Something wrong?” he had asked, noticing your pink cheeks.

“Brain freeze,” you had replied back with a shy smile. You weren’t about to admit to your friend the major crush you were harboring for him. You watched as he inhaled the remainder of his gelato before his spoon hovered over yours, mostly untouched.

“May I?” he asked. You smiled and pushed the small bowl in his direction.

*

Your friendship had grown; soon you were sharing the holidays with Steve. You made sure he got to dress up as his favorite Disney character for Halloween. You had dragged him to your family’s place for Thanksgiving; he ate so much even your brother was impressed. Your family had insisted he come back for Christmas, which he had shyly accepted. They spoiled him with Christmas presents and he entertained them with stories from his time with the USO.  When Tony’s New Year's Eve party invites had come up, Steve was quick to offer himself as your escort.

“Just as friends,” he insisted. You had just gotten over a bad breakup and he was afraid you’d reject his offer if he tried to push it as a date.

“Friends,” you had agreed with a smile. The break up had been recent, but you knew he couldn’t measure up to Steve, just like every other guy you had dated and dumped. You had hoped Steve would use Tony’s invitation as a date. Just as well, you thought to yourself.

The party had been a success, even by Steve’s standards. Steve laid on one end of the couch, surveying the still passed out crowd. His eyes landed on you curled up at the other end, blanket draped over the lower half of you. Nat kept trying to push Steve in your direction, but he was being, in her words, “a chicken shit.” He watched you smile in your sleep, wondering what you were dreaming about. You stretched one arm over your head and yawned, eyes slowly blinking open. “Morning there sunshine,” Steve whispered.

You smiled lazily at the nickname. “Mornin’ Cap.”

Steve shook his head with a chuckle. “How many times do I have to ask?”

“As many times as I want to tease you about it,” you quipped back.

“Willing to join me for breakfast? Unless you have other plans,” Steve quickly amended.

“Me? Please! I have dates lined up around the block. This girl’s never lonely,” you rolled your eyes with a small shake of your head. Steve didn’t respond immediately; he seemed a bit lost in thought. Finally he glanced back your way. “Come on, I’ll make pancakes.” Steve stood and made his way to the kitchen, internally kicking himself for believing you were available. He made a separate mental note to give Nat a hard time about this later.

You swung your legs to the floor and stretched out your back, watching Steve’s retreating form with a shake of your head. Nat had teased you about your crush on Steve and had tried to encourage you in his direction but his interest in you seemed squarely in the friend zone. You chose instead to hold on to your crush You could smell the bacon already cooking in the microwave and followed the delicious scent.

Steve’s back was to you, allowing you to admire his tight ass. His triceps and biceps flexed and stretched as he grabbed for eggs and buttermilk out of the fridge, then flour out of the pantry. “Can I help?” you offered.

“Sure, you’re on coffee duty,” was his bland response.

You hooked your thumb towards the Keurig. “Sorry Steve. Looks like this one is self-serve.” You grabbed a mug out of Tony’s cupboard and helped yourself to a Hawaiian blend, scooping in several spoonfuls of sugar and creamer, while humming to yourself. Steve smiled at the humming. “I know that tune.”

You grinned at the memory. “Yup, Julie Andrews is my hero.”

Steve turned to you, spatula in hand, other hand on his chest. “What?! I’m not your hero?” His sass earned a giggle from you.

“Can you carry a tune while you rock an apron and clean a house?”

“Nope,” as he exaggerated the ‘p’ sound. “Guess I’ll have to settle for second best.”

You shook your head, rolling your eyes for good measure. He would never be second best but you wouldn’t say that out loud, would you? Instead you settled for sass.

“Second best isn’t bad. At least it leaves you available for all of the other people out there willing to fall at your feet,” you took a sip of the sugar and cream, dotted with coffee. Steve flipped two pancakes, his face partially turned away from you.

“True,” he said slowly. “Keeps me from being lonely. You get it, right? This life? It must be lonely for you too.”

You lowered your gaze before repeating yourself. “Like I said, this girl’s never lonely.”

*

A week later, Steve was lounging on his couch flipping through the tv stations. Hundreds of stations with nothing to watch, he groaned as he settled on some home improvement show he had zero interest in. His phone dinged.

I’m here - can I come up?

Sure doll.

A few seconds later there was a knock on Steve’s door. He got up and opened the door for you. You internally sighed, noting his light grey sweatpants and thin white t shirt. His thighs and chest were tempting you; you steeled yourself as you walked in. You saw the tv show on and laughed. “Bored?”

“God yes! Please say you’re here to rescue me!” His phone dinged again.

You chuckled taking a seat on his couch. “I wish. I’m getting ready to go on assignment. Fury’s order. I have a feeling you’ll be getting one too.” Steve didn’t know how you knew but he had just gotten his orders as you spoke.

“Before I go, I want to get something off my chest. Even if…”

Steve sat next to you taking a hold of your hands. You gulped and continued. “I lied to you. About never being lonely.” Steve held his breath as you rushed through the next part. “I’ve had this huge crush on you; no one ever measured up and I brought it on myself and if you aren’t interested in me that’s fine. But I had to let you know.” Your head dropped and your hair fell around your face.

Steve couldn’t contain his grin. He pulled you completely into his lap and stroked your hair. He took a small step and kissed the top of your head. “If you’re lonely, why did you say you’re not lonely? You silly girl.” He took your chin between his forefinger and thumb to raise your gaze. “We could have been doing this a lot sooner.” He lowered his lips to yours; that’s when you both surrendered.

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[yyh-revival]

YYH-Revival Fanfic Recommendations

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For other fics and recommendations, please search /tagged/fanfics ! These are just personal favorites of mine. More fics are reblogged to that tag that might be of interest.

Author Spotlight: 

This list is for authors who had written multiple YYH fics and show amazing quality in their works! Thank you for all you’ve written!

Blossomwitch on AO3 & FF.net (Mostly Kurahi, some Yusuke)

Glossmyeyes on AO3 (lots of the four main boys)

Blueutopiah on AO3 (a fandom old, lots of Hiei and Kurama, some sensitive topics)

Creepstakes on LJ (another fandom famous ;) Lots of Kuronue and Yoko, and plenty of AU’s)

Notable Authors with multiple fics:

Effing (Ramen) on AO3 (lots of Kurama/Yusuke, various ratings and genres)

Krimsonkitsu on AO3 (various, very nice prose)

Saiyuri_Dahila on AO3 (various, especially “In the Eyes of Angels”)

Kita Kitsune on AO3 and FF (Lots of Kurahi, more plot oriented)

Miss Gillette on AO3 (Lots of Kurahi, some Hiei/Yusuke, quite a bit of R rated stuff)

Darlingdeathbird on AO3 (some funny fics!)

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Fanfics:

Links will mostly be to AO3 or FF.Net

Other sites containing YYH works found here: (Sensitive topics include non-con, dub-con, violence, character death, and the like. Archaic writing style indicates fanfics written in the 00s, often with repeated tropes and random use of Japanese phrases. This can be jarring -- and bring some memories for older fans! -- but many fics are still worth reading)

YYH LJ Kinkmeme (R, various small prompts, characters, and situations. Mostly dead, but some gems are still up)

adultfanfiction.net (also pretty old, lots of archaic writing style, but still has some interesting fics)

Link to Blueutopiah’s Fanfic Rec list (also old, compiled by said author based on her preferences. Some interesting stuff in there, though. Please be advised, sensitive topics are present)

Sans Enigma (an old archive, not updated since 2001. Archaic fanfic language, but there are still some interesting gems in there, as well as some with sensitive topics, so please browse responsibly)

(If you have other sorting suggestions, or fics to add to the list, please message me!)

By pairing type:

M/M

Unlikely Bedfellows by Villain

Summary:

Before becoming a spirit detective, Kurama's powers were weak. To send a warning to all demons who sought to harm him, Kurama makes a deal with Toguro. But when it comes to the fee for Toguro's service, it's his body the demon wants.

(Toguro/Kurama, size kink, R)

Sorry about the blood in your mouth (i'm glad it was mine) by Ahria

Summary:

They’re too different, too similar- it confuses him more than it should, makes him think that giving in to one is the closest he’ll ever get to the other. The wrongness of that makes his chest ache, positively swarms him with emotion that he refuses to name. 

(Hiei/Kurama)

Youkai Cultural Exchange by Parisian_Sulfur

Summary:

Yusuke really needs to learn more about youkai customs.

(Yusuke/Hiei, established Hiei/Kurama)

Fire in the Stone By Kuwabara no Miko <knm@kuwamiko.com>

“Throw Yusuke and Kurama in a room, and add a little lust spell to make things more...interesting.”

(R, Yusuke/Kurama, and the old fandom favorite “lust spell”)

Mind's Eye by Krimsonkitsu

Summary: Kurama doesn't want to die alone, Hiei doesn't plan on letting him die at all.

(Kurama/Hiei, major angst)

Mixed Identities by  Midori-Omi

Summary:  Onji seeks a team to take to the tournament, and happens upon the beautiful young samurai, Shishiwakamaru. But Shishi would never look twice at an old man, would he?

(Suzuki/Shishi, cute, fluff, M)

Let's Fly as the Birds Do By: Hikari Nanase FIRST OF THE BLUE ROSE ANTHOLOGY: Kurama and Hiei have fallen in love, but when human society finds out, pain and sorrow arise. How will friend and family react? Will they survive?

(Kurahi, M)

The Meikai War BY : saiyanb

Long fic, plot heavy.

Lights for the Emperor by tend

Summary:

An estimated half of one percent of Japan's population is Christian. An estimated seventy-three percent of the general public celebrate Christmas by eating a cake. An estimated zero percent of demons care. (Or: why Hiei is having a hard time adjusting to ningenkai, and how Kurama does--or doesn't--make it easier for him.)

F/F

F/M

Mult M/M

Voyeurism by Blossomwitch

Summary: Hiei and Kurama are loud. Yusuke is curious. The title should tell you the rest. PWP (okay, a teeny amount of plot). Dark Tournament.

(Hiei/Kurama, Yusuke, R)

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Sexy Time by perpetuallyfrowning

Summary:

Yusuke buys a king size bed and invites the boys over to christen it.

(Hiei/Kurama/Yusuke/Kuwabara, R)

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Blurred Lines by orphan_account

Summary:

Set after the battle with Sensui. Yusuke's newly awakened demon blood evokes curiosity in his two favorite demons.

(Hiei/Kurama/Yusuke, R)

Fridays are For the Boys by Uzdahsati

Summary:

It's a few years after the defeat of the terrorists in Spirit World and Yusuke is feeling down on his job after a particularly rough day in a string of bad ones. He's ready to crash after a particularly gross afternoon when none other than Kurama comes calling. How might this lead to a sleepover, drug use, and a foursome? Well, you'll have to read the story! (And I'll have to write it hoho)

Based on this lovely drawing by polmcarts http://polmcarts.tumblr.com/image/159294627499

(All 4 boys with each other, drug use, alcohol)

Mult F/F

Mult F/M (f/m/m, or f/f/m will be here -- any combo of f and m)

Paper Masks

Krimsonkitsu

Summary:

When you live a lie for long enough, it's hard not to start believing it yourself.

Set after the Makai Tournament. Keiko and Kurama reach a mutually beneficial agreement while Yusuke is gone. But when Yusuke returns, will it really be so easy to go back to the way things were before?

(T, Yusuke/Keiko, Kurama)

Backroom Banging by YYHPornFiles

Miyuki/Kuwabara

(Rated R)

Other/Gen

Lucky Child by Star Charter (Bibliograph)

Summary:

"My name is Yukimura Keiko, and I am not who you think I am." When a Yu Yu Hakusho fan dies and is reincarnated in Keiko’s body, she’s faced with a difficult choice: stay true to her former self, or follow the script set for Keiko by the anime. Although the thought of agreeably becoming Yusuke’s helpless girlfriend turns her stomach, can she afford to be herself when one wrong move could rewrite history? As mysterious forces manipulate Not-Quite-Keiko in the pursuit of their own ends, she must choose between honoring the anime by sacrificing her identity, or forging a destiny of her own making.

Canon divergent in places. OC!Keiko. SI!Keiko. Fighter!Keiko. Meta!Keiko

[funtryandthepaladudes]

Well it's been two weeks, and nobody participated in my Dare Tournament.

Which makes sense, because A. I overestimated how many people would be interested, and B. The whole tumblr blocking links or whatever might have made things difficult. Either, I decided to go on for one more round, so we'll be doing things a little differently. For each of the now eight choices, I will be adding an emoji to respond with in a comment or reblog, and the top four will make it to the next round. Or if this gets zero response again, I'll focus my energy elsewhere. Anywho! The contenders.

1. Ask out my Celebrity Crush. (To be revealed if this Dare wins.) 🤐

2. Rank my Favorite Garrison 3 moments. 👌

3. Do a cover of Stan Bush's 'The Touch'. 🎤

4. Try to reinterpret V:LD Scene in 'Shakespearean' Language. 🗣

5. Just a Q & A. (Add your questions with this option) 🤔

6. Watch an episode of Voltron: DoU. (I think I might have an episode in mind.) 📺

7. Gush about my one of my favorite Musicals. (This may or may not turn into a rant at AwesomenessTV.) 🎶

8. Try to write some oneshots based on some kind of prompt list. (Probably shippy, probably plance, but I my take requests for other ships as well. ) ✒

So don't be shy, let me know how you want me to celebrate over a hundred followers. Or tell me to stop bothering you, either way interact with me! I shall see how things are in two weeks.

[amongdistantstars-blog]

i. godmodding

this  rule  is  fairly  straight  forward.  godmodding  is  never  cool,  so  let’s  all  just  be  cool  and  not  do  it.  i’ll  control  my  muse,  you’ll  control  yours.  if  you  need  to  reference  something  in  a  thread  that  involves  something  my  muse  might  be  doing  and  you  aren’t  sure,  just  ask  me  about  it.  

ii. nsfw  &  triggers

i  am  perfectly  fine  with  nsfw,  however  i  need  it  tagged  if  i’m  going  to  follow  you.  i  utilise  safe  search  and  basic  tag  filtration  when  at  work  and  other  places.  i  am  not  going  to  chase  people  down  to  nag  them  about  tagging  their  content  because,  i  really  have  no  right  to  do  so,  you  can  post  and  tag  whatever  you  want;  nor  is  it  worth  all  the  effort  of  tracing  every  single  super  fancy  tag  down.  however,  at  the  end  of  the  day,  i  also  have  the  right  to  choose  not  to  follow  or  unfollow  (  regardless  if  we  know  each  other  or  not  )  if  this  becomes  a  problem  for  me  at  any  time.  this goes  for  content  beyond  smut;  gore,  violence,  drugs  -  ic  or  ooc,  image  or  text.  if  this  feels  unfair,  i’m  sorry  but  nobody’s  blog  is  worth  jeporadising  my  job  over. contrary-wise, i’ll  tag  posts  nsfw  as  such  and,  when  needed,  i’ll  add  content  warnings.

this  blog  will  not  follow  people who  write  incest,  in  terms  of  mcu,  i  do  consider  th*rki  to  be  incest  as  they  were  still  raised  as  blood  brothers  regardless  of  actual  biology.  the  closest  to  an  exception  i’d  consider  making  is  something  canonical  like  a  g*me  of  thr*nes  character  as  long  as  it’s  not  being  actively  roleplayed  out  and  is  just  backstory  or  referenced.  if  you  write  these  things, i  won’t  attack  you,  but  this  probably  also  isn’t  the  blog  for  you.  

iii.  drama

i  am  not  interested  in  anyone’s  drama.  i  come  onto  tumblr  to  relax  and  have  fun,  i’ll  avoid  commenting  and  getting  involved  in  dash  /  interpersonal  drama.  this  is  a   hobby,  and  i  have  zero  interest  in  getting  worked  up  over  the  virtual  world  and  fictitious  muses. if  i  do  something  to  upset  you,  you  can  of  course  always  approach  me  about  it,  or  if  you’d  rather,  unfollow.  as  always,  i’ll  do  the  same.  

i  also  reserve  the  right  to  follow  and  unfollow  at  my  leisure  and  without  having  to  explain  myself;  just  as  you  are  in  regards  to  me.  

iv.  shipping

i  am  always  open  to  ships. i  do  support  all  canon  ships  on  this  blog,  however  i  know  there  are  other  ships  i  enjoy  too,  but  in  terms  of  writing  i  go  strictly  off  chemistry  regardless  of  canon  or  not.  do  not  force  ship !  the  only  exception  of  this,  at  the  time  is  that  i  do  not  ship  ezria  for  ARIA  MONTGOMERY  or  JOKER /  HARLEY.  i  will  hardly  ever  make  reference  to  ezria;  however,  for  joker / harley,  i  will  only  write  it  as  a  toxic  relationship  that  harley  has  presently  moved  past  from. 

while  shipping  underage  muses  with  other  underage  muses  is  more  than  okay,  i  do  not  engage  in  anything  sexual  with  underage  characters,  muns,  or  faceclaims.  do  not  age  up  or  down  a  muse  just  to  try  to   ship  either,  that’s  gross.  additionally,  i  also  will  not  ship  any  underage  with  adult.  

v. mains

i  do  go  in  for  mains,  but  not  exclusives.  i’ll  take  about  four  of  the  same  muse  in  regards  to  mains,  but  ultimately  mains  comes  down  to  muses  that  mine  really  click  with  and  respond  to.  we  do  not   need  to  be  mains  to  interact,  but  we  need  to  be  mutuals.  i  clear  mains  if  we  haven’t  spoken  for  about  three  months,  barring  any  reason  i  am  already  aware  of  (  eg:  a  hiatus  ).

vi.  housekeeping

i  am  mutuals  only  and  routinely  clear  my  blog  of  inactives.  i  typically  unfollow  if  your  blog  hasn’t  been  used  in  a  month,  without  any  form  of  hiatus  notice.  if  you  become  active  again,  i’ll  gladly  re-follow  and  pick  up  threads,  but  it’s  for  my  own  sanity  to  keep  my  dash  and  followers  list  relatively  clean.

i  try  to  keep  track  of  all  of  my  threads,  but  sometimes  i  lose  things.  if  three  weeks  have  gone  by  without  any  mention  of  it,  then  feel  free  to  make  sure  i  received  it.  however,  i  do  occasional  purges.  i  typically  archive  anything  without  response  for  two  months  from  my  drafts,  and  consider  threads  without  response  to  within  two  months  from  a  partner,  dropped.  i  clear  my  own  askbox  if  i  haven’t  answered  it  within  the  month,  cause  chances  are  i  don’t  know  the  prompt  anymore.  if you wish to resurrect an old thread, that’s always okay. just let me know so i can track it again.  

please,  please,  please  -  do  not  reblog  my  headcanons,  threads  or  edits ( unless  tagged  as  reblog  friendly ).  this  is  a  sure  fire  way  to  get  blocked,  i  can  forgive  a  one  off  mistake,  ( we’ve  all  have  the  site  mess  up  or  miss  a  tag  )  but  recurring  incidents  will  not  be  allowed.  i  work  really  hard  on  my  stuff,  and  i  don’t  want  it  taken  or  re-distributed  without  my  say  so.

this  blog  will  not  follow  personals  and  will  likely  block  them  unless  i  personally  know  the  mun.  i  am  not  a  source  blog  for  gifs  or  graphics.

vii.  about  me

all  the  scary  strictness  aside,  i  am  myfanwy  (  pronounced:  muh-van-wee  ) which  is  a  super  welsh  name  that  looks  nothing  like  it’s  spelled,  so  feel  free  to  just  call  me  my.  i  am  over  the  age  of  twenty-one,  so  consider  this  blog  to  be  mature  and  to  interact  at  your  own  discretion. i  am  in  the est  timezone,  but  i’m  an  insomniac  so  time zones  are  irrelevant.  

this  is  not  my  only  blog,  nor  is  this  my  only  pen  name.  i  want  to  be  straight-forward  about  that,  so  should  you  know  me  elsewhere  you  don’t  feel  like  i’m  deceiving  anyone.  the  name  i  use  here  is  strictly  for  my  own  personal  wish  and  comfort. this  is  also  means  that  sometimes  i  will  be  active  more  on  other  accounts  for  a  a  bit,  due  to  balancing  more  than  one  account  along  with  work  and  my  personal  life.

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A kinda useless ask for your followers since they probably already know, but could you somehow introduce me to the art that's roleplaying? I have always wanted to roleplay my fav character but I have like zero confidence and kinda lack motivation. What do I need to do to be a (good, preferably) roleplayer? ;_;

Ah, hello there anon! Roleplaying can be kinda scary, but don’t worry; it’s a lot easier to do than you think!

This guide applies to roleplaying on Tumblr, but if that’s not what you meant, I’ll include a section at the end for just general roleplaying.

Guide under the cut since there’s a lot of pictures.

First thing’s first: if you’re roleplaying, you need a character, or a muse. But it sounds like you already have that, so we’ll go to step 2: a blog. This can be a main blog, or a sideblog; it’s preference. Take in mind if it’s a sideblog that you’ll need to advertise on your blog that it’s a sideblog to another.

On that blog, you need a theme. Above all, that theme needs to be readable so people can tell what’s on it, and it needs to be able to have clear links to pages. These can be custom, or just some of the free themes offered by tumblr. My personal preference is custom themes since they’re usually easier to personalize to the muse I’m playing. Oh, and choose a theme with a home button. Makes it a lot easier for people to get back to it after checking pages.

Now, onto the next step: What pages do you make? Let’s take a look at mine for examples.

You’ll notice on my blog the very first custom link I have is rules. This lets people know what you’re okay with roleplaying, and what your limits are. You’ll see things on this page like “selective” and “mutuals only” on some blogs. Selective means they’re picky with who they roleplay with, and mutuals only means they only roleplay with people they follow who follow them back.

I have these two pages separate, but you can combine them if you like. These pages are basically your muse’s backstory and your personal head canons about them. Some people will list their head canons, and some will just link to the tag they use for head canons. This is so people can learn about your muse if they don’t know them.

Then there’s the verses page. This is only necessary if you plan on having alternate universes for your character. But if you do, this page explains what they are, and should list a any tags you use for them.

The last main type of page is the mun page. This basically lists a little bit about the mun, or the person running the blog. You don’t need it, but some people like having it.

Other kinds of pages you include can be a general about page for the blog, a tag listing page, artwork page, list of drabbles if you’re like me and like just writing little stories of your muse. The list could go on, but the above are the essentials.

Now that you have the blog essentials, let’s get to the best part.

Actual Roleplaying

To roleplay, you only need 2 things. A muse, and a partner with their own muse. Generally, all you need to do is read someone’s rule, read about their muse, and then go ask them if they’d like to RP with you. If you’re too shy, you can send them some asks on anon first about their muse (trust me, people love that), or send in some ask prompts/memes they may have reblogged.

Once you’ve asked them to RP, and they agree, then you have 2 options. You can either plan the RP out (plotting), or just start it and ad lib the whole thing (winging it, which is what I usually do). It just depends on you and your partner’s preferences, and the kind of muses you have. Some muses, al a Clockwork the canon infomodder, require more of one style of rp than the other.

And then comes the hardest part: starting the thread, or RP chain. Unless you start a thread off an ask prompt, one of you needs to write a starter post for your roleplay. Generally it’ll come down to who’s more comfortable writing the start of the setting and explanation for why their muse is there.

From there, it’s a general matter of writing your character’s responses to your partner’s post in a reblog. This’ll eventually require trimming, aka getting rid of past replies to keep the post from getting too long. I recommend Xkit’s editable post extension for this so that you can keep your partner’s last reblog in the post (some followers like to read roleplays, and it helps keep the context).

Also, as a note, some people prefer having threads started by ask prompts in a new post to keep the ask from clogging it up; if that’s the case, start the text post with a link to the ask and tag the person in it so they know what’s going on.

Alright, now for the basic not-tumblr-specific RP guide.

It’s pretty similar to what I put above, but with a few differences. You of course need a muse and RP partner, and a starter for your thread, but since you’re not using tumblr posts, you’ll need a place to have your roleplay. This can be a forum thread, or an IM chat. In that case, in stead of reblogging the thread, you just make new posts in the thread to continue it. It’s just back-and-forth posting/messaging between you. If there’s more than 2 people in the thread, then take turns replying to each other.

Note that you probably won’t have pages for information, so you’ll need to make sure you and your partner have very good communication about your rp comforts and muses.

It’s very easy in any RP thread for things to get out of control, and you need good communication to keep this from happening. If your muse has special abilities or triggers, this needs to be communicated. If something happens that you’re not comfortable with, communicate it.

And in general, there’s some rules you need to follow for all roleplays.

No godmodding. Godmodding is making your muse all-beloved, super strong, super smart, super powerful, no flaws, no personal predicaments, always right, always the center of attention, aka like a god. Basically, everything this video says, try to avoid.

The above also includes controlling the other person’s muse, which is a huge no. Never control your partner’s muse. never.

No metagaming. This is plain and simple; metagaming is your muse knowing something they shouldn’t. Remember to keep ooc knowledge and ic knowledge separate.

No auto-hitting. Auto-hitting is exactly what it sounds like; your muse hits without giving the person a chance to dodge or defend. If you write fights, never assume a hit in your reply unless your partner says you can.

Don’t force a ship. It’s just courtesy, don’t try and force a ship to happen with your RP partner unless it’s a mutual agreement. It’s rude otherwise.

And unless it’s agreed upon or canon, don’t have your muse automatically know the other muse or have a pre-established relationship with them. Hell, half the fun of rping is forging those character relationships!

This probably seems like a lot, but most of it’s the case of “the explanation is longer than the actual thing you’re doing”. All in all, roleplaying might seem like an art, but I personally like to think of it-in the words of an old, old acquaintance of mine-like we’re all writing a big story together. And you’re building off each other’s writing, having fun while improving your writing skills in the process.

Remember, the most important part is for everyone to have fun and enjoy themselves writing their muses!