#and if there's already a fill you can (depending on the meme) fill again

[elkian]

I wrote a fic a while back, got it beta'd by two different people. It was polished, passionate, and in the fandom I wrote most for.

And it got no attention. 0. Zilch. Like 2 Kudos in the first month.

When I opened my inbox to find the very first comment on it a year later, I almost cried. Some comments have made me cry.

I try my best to leave a comment on every fic I read, even the ones I don't vibe with much. Fic creators are shouting into the darkness right now. People share their work for a reason! If we didn't want people's attention on it, we wouldn't share it.

Even a couple of heart emojis can mean the world to someone.

deadass should i comment on like YEARS old fics i get nervous to i dont wanna be annoying

Yes! Comment!

The author will likely really appreciate it! And if they don’t nothing will come of it!

It’s a win/win!

[ds9anonkinkmeme]

Interest check

Hi, just doing an interest check for an idea we have about making a DS9 anon kink meme! A kink meme is an ongoing prompt event where people can anonymously request fics and others can choose to anonymously fill any prompts they feel inspired by.

See below the poll for our initial thoughts on pros and cons and considerations.

On ao3 we could very easily set up a prompt collection open for anyone to add prompts or fill prompts anonymously. But we don’t know how easy it is to maintain momentum on an ao3 prompt collection. Maybe that doesn’t matter and it can be an ephemeral thing until people forget about it and it becomes inactive, and then the next generation of folks in the fandom can start up their own new one in a few years haha. If we do it on ao3, should we make subcollections for individual “seasons” or “rounds” (there would likely be no actual deadlines, it would just be whatever length of time it takes for the list of prompts to get too long and unwieldy to be usable), or should we have people put all the prompts into a single collection that just grows and grows and grows?

On dreamwidth there would be comment threads so there would be a way to anonymously register enthusiasm for a prompt even before it gets written, which seems really good for encouragement and feeding off of each other’s hype. (Dreamwidth might also tell you when new comments are added to the community, unlike prompt collections on ao3?) But we are less familiar with dreamwidth so we aren’t sure there’s enough ds9 fandom hanging out there (or willing to make an account there) to sustain it over there.

Tumblr doesn't seem like an option for a number of reasons (can't post fully anonymously to tumblr except via asks, and having everything be done via asks would make it difficult to organize and connect prompts with fills because to keep them both anon they'd have to be separated, and tumblr is a website with a famously terrible search function).

If a DS9-focused kink meme already exists, we’d love to hear about it! We’ve found a few seemingly inactive ones in our research. But if there’s an active one out there, we could absolutely just pivot to supporting/participating in that, instead of making our own thing and dividing up the fandom’s energies. (Another question we don’t know the answer to: Is it possible/desirable to work on reviving one of those inactive ones, just by encouraging a collective effort to start participating in one again? Or do we think the mods of these inactive ones have abandoned them and might be stressed out to suddenly see new activity?)

If you have something to say but don’t want to say it publicly, we also have an anonymous, slightly expanded google form version (that can be found in our pinned post) with space to leave freeform feedback. You can vote in one or both forms of this poll, depending on what you feel like.

We’d very much appreciate reblogs to spread this poll around since we just made this account, but no pressure to do so. We still want your vote in the poll if you’re interested in this idea, even if you don’t want to reblog a post about it. <3

Anyway, if you have any thoughts on this DS9 kink meme idea (or messages of encouragement!!!), please feel free to send them in! <3

[cards-of-rose]

study tip!! how i write essays

going from a long, intensive classical education to my current history major, i've had to write a lot of papers. at this point, i can write a 5 page paper in a few hours, and just a couple weeks ago i wrote a 20 page paper in a single day. i graduated valedictorian with this method (current cGPA of 4.0!) so i thought i'd share how i write them! grab some coffee and settle in - it'll be a long post, but i promise it'll be worth it. :)

first, the topic. if you don't have an assigned topic, pick something that fascinates you, something that you could write pages and pages about. you will. if your topic is assigned, find something in it that you find fascinating. even if you find your topic completely boring, there's always something interesting to glean from it! once you find this, you'll gain motivation, and that's half the battle.

write down a basic outline. when i say basic, i mean barebones. just a vague, 3-point general idea of what you think you might write your paper about. this will guide you in your research! you don't need to worry about writing your full outline just yet.

sources. after you have a basic list of points, it's time to find sources! if they're already assigned, you can skip this step. most of the time they aren't, though. this is the most important part of your paper. you can go to google scholar to find really good academic journals and studies!

generally, the number of sources you have depends on the length of your paper! a good guide is that your amount of sources should number half the length of your paper. so if you have a 5 page paper, 2-3 is a good way to go. if you have a 20 page paper, you'll want around 10.

evidence. skim over your sources and categorize each one under the point you made earlier. this will mean you have a quick reference guide when you're writing, so you don't have to go through a big list of sources when you're looking for evidence! under each source, put a few bullet points talking about the info that you can use for your paper.

outline. this part may seem daunting. i promise, though, it's one of the easiest parts of the paper! you may feel tempted to skip it, but having an outline makes your paper sound better and makes it easier and quicker to write. use the sources and bullet point info you used earlier to fill out your outline. start broad and general, then add details as you do your research! your outline should be about half the length of your paper. don't worry about making it super scholarly - this is just for you, so make it as informal and easy to understand as you want! be stupid, throw in memes, whatever gets it written!

every outline should include an introduction, a body, and a conclusion. i can go over the structure of an outline in another post, but remember the 3 points you thought up earlier? these will form your entire outline, and eventually your essay!

finally, write! open a blank google doc and view it side by side with your outline. once you get started, it's a lot easier to finish than you'd think, especially if you took the time to outline! this is when you can make your dumb outline into something that would make the ancient philosophers proud. don't worry about perfection. just write it as you go. you can edit it later!

quotes/evidence. once you've finished your rough draft, it's time to add the evidence! some profs want quotes, others want you to paraphrase. either way, go through your paper and put in the evidence you researched earlier. don't worry about citations just yet - just put in the link in a comment on your rough draft. it won't be hard to fix it up later.

edit!! please, please don't finish your rough draft and be done with it. you can save so many points by going over it again instead of submitting it in a rushed 3am haze. fix spelling and grammar, add citations and a reference page, edit for clarity, anything you need to make it sound like the best paper you can write! if you're proud of it by the end, you know you've done something right.

congrats, you did it!! make sure you start your paper early and don't wait till the night before - your grade will thank you <3

[truearchangel]

♡ (see this is what happens when Alastor thinks someone is amusing)

OPINIONS MEME. I am unsure if we're sticking this in the same universe with (rradiio) or if were keeping this a seperate universe?

There is extreme doubt and irritation etched on his face at seeing the Radio Demon again. Only to then have a piece of paper slid across the table he's using. Flicking his gaze between Alastor and the paper he finally reluctantly pulls it a little bit close.

"What is this and what do you want from me now? Finally take me up on my suggestion of making applications--" well, it looks like an application, but not the one he was anticipating reviewing. "Seriously? You want my opinion on you?" Very well, Michael is nothing if not honest and blunt in his critiques of other people. Sighing he grabbed the red marking he was using and started filling it out while commenting.

The first thing that popped up was attraction and he drew a sharp single line through it. "I am not rating my brother's significant other in attraction. I'd tell you to go to Hell but you're already here." Moving on from that he lowered his gaze to the next question listed.

"Affection." Well, for .2 seconds (let's admit it was longer than that) he had geniunely enjoyed talking with the Radio Demon. He was clever, as much as that thought pissed Michael off, and he was actually helping him with these questions he's started heaving. He wasn't a bad conversationalist when he toned back the more insane and aggravating parts of his personality. Damn, he can't rate this zero, can he? Sighing he reluctantly colored in the circles.

●●○○○ | AFFECTION

"No, I am not answering questions on that, and I want you to know I will still stab you with my holy sword." Two out of five was not that grand, he wants that understood. Shifting in the chair he looked to the next one.

Interest. Grinding his teeth together sharply he shook his head and filled out the circles on that too.

●●●○○ | INTEREST

"I don't believe I need to inflate your ego more than it already is with explaining this one." Raising his gaze up to the Radio Demon he narrowed his eyes at him. "You are intelligent, and when you want to be, you're clever in ways that are not wholly related to manipulation. The other things wrong with you definitely lower the bar though. And you have a lot wrong with you." To some level Alastor has to be self-aware enough to know that himself though. Satisifed he didn't inflate the demon's ego to much, he turned back to the questionair.

Loyalty.

Ha!

He drew a sharp line through that.

○○○○○ | LOYALTY

The last one was trust which, truthfully, could mean many things. Trust was not a simple word, it depending on what it was directed toward. To be honest, Michael would be stupid to trust this demon further than he can throw him. Considering how slippery he seemed to be, Michael doubted he'd even get his hands on him. So, in general, of course he didn't trust him.

●○○○○ | TRUST

"Your explaination is a simple one. I trust that you're not intentionally misusing my brother or his daughter. Regardless of what Lucifer believes himself, I still care about him. I won't annoying you with petty family drama, it's just the answer you're getting. Take it and do with it whatever you wish." Picking the paper up he thrust it at the Radio Demon and dropped his hands back down onto the desk to continue his notes of the Hazbin Hotel.

"Now go away."

[phoenixyfriend]

ღ For rexsoka, if you don't mind

Send me a ღ and I’ll fill this out about a ship

This ask meme is from a year ago. I'm not taking new prompts.

I'm going to use a "war ended, no-66" setting. Ahsoka's 19/20, and the clone aging was brought down to 'standard' so Rex is mid/late-twenties and progressing at a normal rate. Ahsoka's relationship with the Jedi is... let's go with 'neutral but also irrelevant.'

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: I want to say it's usually Rex? Ahsoka's better at sleeping in, but they both tend to wake up pretty early. It all depends on if Ahsoka's got an early obligation. Rex will wake up at 6-ish naturally, while Ahsoka can wake up anywhere between 4 and 11 if she's feeling like it.

Who’s the one to make breakfast: Rex likes to cook, imo. However, he's also more in need of a 'made' breakfast. He cannot eat the bacon raw, Ahsoka. That's a food poisoning risk.

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: Ahsoka! She's very keen on pampering Rex when she can.

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: I think this one is also Ahsoka. She tugs her blankets down, pulls her sleep shorts up just enough to show a bit of cheek, and arches her back to show off Booty just as Rex exits the shower. Cue a little wiggle for sexy attention.

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: Either of them, but I think Ahsoka does so slightly more often. Less of an ingrained worry of Significant Consequences.

Who chooses the movies: Usually Rex, I'd say.

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: I genuinely believe Ahsoka's the horny one in this relationship, and also the one who's willing to initiate things at Inconvenient Times.

Who orders lunch: Rex.

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: Ahsoka, she's more playful in general.

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: that one's Ahsoka. She is Curl Up Cuddle prone.

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: I think they both do it. Ahsoka more at first, but Rex gets into it after he's had a few years to relax.

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: Ahsoka. I think she likes to play up her relative youth to make Rex laugh. She's an adult, but sometimes it makes him gigglesnort if she does something Silly in this vein.

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: Ahsoka wants to post cute pics of her boyfriend on Spacetagram.

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: Rex. Ahsoka may be the horny one, but Rex makes the sex jokes, at least a little bit because her being the Horny One means she's easier to fluster with sex references and innuendo.

Who cooks dinner: Again Rex. If he wants to tease Ahsoka, he decides to do it in the traditional uniform that is 'boxers and an apron, boxers optional.'

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: Ahsoka. She's faster, somehow, and also Rex usually does the food prep work, unless Ahsoka's bringing back takeout.

Who stays up until 2 reading: Rex. I want him to wear reading glasses in bed while Ahsoka's conked out and snoring.

Who stares at their partner while they're sleeping: Ahsoka. (Sometimes it's. a bit creepy. she's got tapetum lucidem and sometimes the vibe is kind of like a predator instead of like a lover) (Rex is used to it) (that's just How It Is when you date a tog)

Who kisses their partner while they sleep: Oh, this one's Rex. He thinks it's cute and sweet and Ahsoka agrees when he does it while she's secretly already awake

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

I've seen scatterings of her your headcanons about the Traveler, you got anything about the Trailblazer by any chance? (If you can, anyhow)

Okay!

The Trailblazer! Honkai: Star Rail

1.) I don't think for a second that they have a room on the Astral Express, because we have been in this game for an entire year now, and they still haven't shown us anything. Genshin got the Serenitea Pot before 2.0 dropped.

It's not as if March 7th's bedroom has any particular need to be in the game, but they went to the trouble of showing her having a personalized space. Dan Heng is said to have a room even if he's made the Archives his personal space for now. Himeko and Welt have rooms we can't go in, but they're there. So why can't the Trailblazer have a space of their own with little decorations nodding to events we've done and people we've met?

So, this persistent 'Astral Express Crew is Family!' idea people spout feels like the biggest reach to me because MC gets talked over a lot, gets their decisions made for them without being asked a lot, and has no clear connection to anything on the Express aside from whatever memes comes out of their mouth to mess with others in the moment.

2.) I fully believe that Stelle and Caelus are the same being, in the sense that I think they're a digital creation. Or perhaps a better explanation be like some kind of holographic AI super-system thing that is capable of shifting between 2 different forms depending on the job that needed to be done for the Stellaron Hunters. I don't necessarily think that they were a person, but the Hoyoverse has proven time and again, that even non-sentient things can become sentient when exposed to certain energies for long enough, and eventually ascend to a form of a powerful being that can act and think for itself.

I truly believe that, for the sake of the way the lore is going, having 2 different options for the receptacle of the Stellaron was literally just how it usually is for jobs. Like, it's actually an in-lore thing that they have this system on hand that can take either shape depending on what they're needed for, kind of like how Mora in Genshin has an in-lore reason for its use in everything(it's got fancy powers, cuz of the Gnosis, that enhance things when used on them). And then it gets reset at the end of each job so there's no memories to draw upon.

3.) So, building off of my last idea, the plot here is that there's some kind of script that they are following, fully believing they're doing the right thing even if it requires terrible atrocities to be done(if I'm following correctly of course, I get confused tbh). I completely think that they want this fancy system that they've been using, to actually become an Aeon somehow, through exploring the universe and forming opinions and connections. Perhaps even replace Akivili themself.

Aeons seem to be pretty neutral all things considered, and it's their followers that tend to be the ones who are morally corrupt or ambiguous in action and belief. Aeons seem to more embody a concept wholeheartedly, none of that fence-sitting stuff.

If that is the case, then the Trailblazer waking up without memories and forming an attachment to the followers of the Trailblaze themself, might be like a personality replacement of sorts. Since there's nothing in their past that they know about, and they don't even know anything about themself, they are trying to fill in the void with anything they can get their hands on, even if it means adopting a belief system they know nothing about or might not even agree with.

The main character has not been with the Astral Express long enough to be spouting all of this 'I will blaze a trail' nonsense. Every single time an option like that comes up, I will pick it for the sake of continuity in the story, but I do not believe it for a second. It doesn't feel as if there's been enough realistic character growth for the main character to already be saying things like this. They still don't know the Astral Express Crew all that well after all and they aren't given enough info. They hadn't even known about the whole Penacony situation when they arrived there. They'd been told that that was the next destination, but they had not been told that there was a fancy invite for specific guests and that they wouldn't be able to go with everyone because the one invite was for Dan Heng and not someone else and it can't be changed.

All of this just feels like they want to fit in somewhere because they don't have anywhere in their memories to go, but it doesn't feel like they're actually a crew member yet regardless of supposedly being POM-POM's fav. So, we circle back to my first idea, I guess.

4.) I think having no memories to draw upon is what allows the Trailblazer to channel the heart of each Path they have been able to unlock so far. By having absolutely no worldly connections prior to when they woke up, they are essentially a blank slate, and have to learn everything in the moment and experience it all personally to form their conclusions.

It always seems to be every time the Trailblazer comes to understand what the meaning of the Path is, after acquiring an item significant to the Path in question, that is when the Aeon of that Path Looks upon them for the first time and they seem to draw upon that connection to find the Will to use the new Path.

I don't really know where I'm going with this particular idea, but I felt like I should verbalize it.

5.) I'm about to get a little depressing for a second, but what if the Trailblazer's obsession with rummaging through trash cans and taking things left in them, is connected to the fact that they might feel like they've been abandoned because they don't have anything of their past to drawn upon, and the one person who seems to know them the most avoids them and doesn't seem inclined to answer questions?

As if having to reaffirm the idea that they are still useful and that all these things- these little trinkets that they find in the garbage, also have their uses. One man's trash is another man's treasure. That perhaps they can be treasure to someone too.

6.) I'm a little confused about the Stellaron part, because every other time it's come up in the story, it's been a really bad thing, Like, they seem to have a sentience or a consciousness of their own, and are capable of interacting with people and influencing them and their surroundings, but the one in the Trailblazer doesn't do anything save for when they almost died and drew Nanook's gaze in the beginning of the game.

How did Welt manage to seal it while it was inside someone? And how is it that him stealing it somehow keeps it managed and contained? What is so special about his abilities that make it perfectly okay for the Trailblazer to do just waltz about with everyone else(I don't know a thing about other HYV games beside HSR and Genshin so him in the other game is lost on me, sry)? What does sealing it entail? It never seems to be done on screen I'm pretty sure(unless I'm misremembering?).

If I recall correctly, the Stellaron Hunters broke into Herta Space Station and took the Stellaron that Herta had on hand and placed it in the receptacle that they brought along with them. There had to be a very specific reason for them to do this, something in the 'script' they're following. Because they knew it would be sealed in the MC? Does it being sealed inside a person make it different from one that's been sealed in the physical world? Does this come with a power-up at some point? Some kind of special connection to The Destruction?

This isn't really a theory but it's a lot of thinking I'm doing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Anyway, that's what I got so far. Hope these were interesting thoughts to get through. ^-^ <3

[long-haired-hottie]

11, 19 and 27

Romantic Headcanon Meme

11. How my muse handles date night preparation

Date nights are supposed to be special so Dija spends a little more time in the mirror than normal. For him. If it's a casual thing then he'll do a little more than usual but for a capital B for Big Date Night?

For a few hours before the date he's going to spend more time than usual moisturizing, primping, and preening to make sure he looks good. Showering is not enough, he's going to soak in a bath filled with as much skin softening supplies as he can stand before rinsing off in the shower again.

He might throw on a little foundation and concealer, blush and eyeshadow and some lip gloss or straight up lipstick if he really feels the need. It depends on who he's going out with and what they're doing. Generally he tries to keep his makeup more natural and low-key because he genuinely doesn't need more than the basics. He wants to accentuate what he has, not cover it up.

Full-blooded Saiyan hair is the same from birth until death and Dija loves his. It's long, thick, and the amount of time he puts into making it feel more like human hair than the somewhat bristly, fur-like texture his people have can be seen and felt. He spends time brushing his hair out and straightening it sometimes but otherwise is very careful with his mane. He always has and always will refuse to cut his hair and has absolutely no shame in using his magic to maintain it.

As for what he's wearing? It's going to depend on the venue and activities planned before, during and after the date. He looks damn good in a suit with a tie loosened up and hanging around his neck.

19. What my muse says instead of the words ‘I love you’

"Be careful out there."

"Drive safe."

"Call me when you get there."

"Let me know if you need anything."

"Do you want anything?"

"How can I help you?"

If the person in question is alright with it, then Dija's happy to hold hands or hug them. Communication can be physical as well as vocal and Dija loves to be held and to hold.

27. My muse’s go-to gift or treat for their significant other(s)

Head.

The man's got daddy's money and daddy's credit card. He can buy whatever his partner(s) want so unless it's specified, he'll try to go for a more memorable gift like time spent together. Stargazing is free but have you ever been flown out to a secluded area prepared especially for you by your beau? Have you ever seen the northern lights from the side of a mountain? Are you cold? Don't worry there's a fire pit already dug and plenty of firewood and blankets to cuddle together under. Do you want to see non-horrifying stories of Saiyan culture brought to life by actual magic?

Dija is the man for you if any of that appeals to you.

[coffeeandjournaling]

Picks from the 12-word RPG Jam

The 12-word RPG Jam has ended and I rifled through all the beautiful submissions I missed during the last few busy weeks. Here’s a few of my personal favourites, but please do explore the list yourself if you have the time!

A word or two before we start: Micro RPGs are pretty diverse; some might work similarly to the games you are used to, others are more abstract and yet again others exist purely for the artistry of it. Try and give them a fair chance, even if they seem odd or cryptic at first. Personally, I like to see them as sort of interactive poetry (not that poetry in itself isn’t interactive, but maybe not specifically created to be interacted with in the same manner) or a recipe to aid your playful instinct. It might also be good to know that most of these are free or pay what you want, so the risk on your side is very low. 😉

Blorbo the Goblin by RatGrrrl Games

This adorable little guy is perfect for the tumblr crowd – WHAT about Blorbo the Goblin? I love that the inclusion of Blorbo in this specific meme environment immediately makes them relatable, as this format is usually reserved for slightly awkward situations or achievements that seem unimpressive to most people. Maybe Blorbo is really good at raising butterfly larvae or they can make the perfect scone – either way you feel empathetic right away and imagining a little story for them can fill a few minutes in your day. Adopt a new (but different) Blorbo today!

God Said Let Civilizations Grow by S. L.

To be super honest, I feel like I’m playing this game every week in my fridge…albeit not on purpose. Which is why this intrigues me so: break up some crackers in a bowl, pour water over and wait until something starts growing – either mould or, depending on your choice of cracker, the odd little sprout, if there’s seeds in there. Purposefully creating what most of us would just throw in the trash gives you another perspective on life, I feel like. A very meditative game that I haven’t tried yet, but will soon (yes, I’m dead serious).

Afungus by W. H. Arthur

While we are on the topic of fungi, have another one. Picking up on the Among Us mechanics (which aren’t original, either, but certainly gained inspiration from what the teens and kids once called “Mafia” and is now more widely known as “Werewolf”) and the current trend in putting mushrooms in everything, this is a fun twist on the formula and super easy to understand when you’re familiar with the concept. Best of all, this one is playable as a group! A great filler in between other games when you’re already seated at the table or perhaps something to do while you wait for your pizza to come out of the oven. I’m a sucker for puns, space settings and humour, so this is right up my alley.

Story in a Jar by Eliot Silvarian

Small items often go unnoticed after a while – your last holiday souvenir is probably collecting dust on a shelf somewhere as we speak! One man’s trash is another man’s treasure: slip into the role of a tiny person living in your own home and re-imagine the use of some of the trinkets, baubles and bric-a-brac you have lying around. That guitar pick you never use might make a durable tabletop, a pair of dried-up acorns could be holed out and repurposed as baskets and the hands on your broken wristwatch might still serve as chopsticks for someone so small. All you need is stuff from around your house and a way to record the little story you make up for your character. I have a soft spot for these low-prep, spontaneous creative exercises, plus they’re great when you have children around and need a distraction!

The Lazy Cartographer’s Guide by froggikit

I find that coming up with maps and locations can be harder than making up characters and while there’s a bunch of map-making software out there, they’re not always so easy to learn and/or accessible to everyone. This is a simple and fast way to generate a quick analogue map if you need one and might even be cool to use alongside another game (my first thought was it’s perfect for A Quiet Year). Just throw some dice, draw a wiggly line around them and interpret the numbers rolled for your trees, settlements and wondrous places. Another one that would be great in a group!

Some quick honourable mentions:

Uplifting! by Beth and Angel Make Games – a collection of 12-word RPGs meant to lift your spirit in your everyday life

Gesta orbital by La esquina del rol – a space survival game that’s pretty punishing and scary

Ominous Blessing by Junk Food Games – a collection of three mysterious and occult games for a spooky night alone or with friends

Endless Walk by From These Rolls – a reflective game about noticing your surroundings while you take a walk – or a character of your choosing

As you can see, the range is incredible: some are tools, some are ways to spark your imagination, others full-fledged games. I highly encourage you again to take some time and explore. Have fun!

[countlessrealities]

For muns with multiple muses, past and present, on any blog.

Rules: Fill out the form according to which muse suits each title best. (The same muse can have multiple titles.) Repost and tag. Feel free to add more!

Favorite Muse: It's a tie between Rick and Morty, even if my Evil duo is a close second x3

Most Character Development: Uuuuh, Evil Rick (mostly on Discord and inside my head xD) and Bill, I think

Trash Muse: Most of them are, omg xD It's easier to say who is (usually) NOT trash: Evil Rick, Evil Morty (even if he has his moments) and B-001 (but he has his moments too xD)

The Meme-Lord: Blitzo (lots of horse memes there xD) and Summer

Most Likely to Start a War: Rick, Morty, AR, Bill (these four actually have already at least once), maybe Blitzo?

Worst Personality: Bill for sure, and Evil Rick (even if for very different reasons xD)

Best Singer: Millie, AR, Adrien

Most Attractive Muse: Depends if we are counting charm and charisma too. I do, 'cause they influence how attractive a person is. So: Rick, AR, Adrien (the guy is a model, duh), Millie (and Evil Rick if he wasn't creepy and scary af)

Biggest Heart: Mabel and Adrien, no doubts!

Falls in Love Quickest: Mabel develops crushes very easily, and so does Morty. But actually falling in love? None of them is quick at doing it

Most Likely to Drop Their Phone in the Toilet: Summer, for the mere reason that she is constantly on her phone

Ice Ruler: Evil Rick and Evil Morty

The Edgelord: Bill. He's a literal nightmare xD

Most Tragic Backstory: Another tie here between a few muses. Rick, Evil Rick, Evil Morty, AR, Stan, Jinx, maybe Mercenary Rick too?

Best Case of Puberty: Adrien, for sure. But I think that Summer and Mabel will turn out pretty good-looking too x3

Most Awkward: Morty xD

Busy Bee: Adrien (since he has a really full life, between school, modelling, being Cat Noir) and AR

Most Clueless: it would depend on the subject. I guess it could be Jinx and Mabel? But also Bill, in a sense

Most Likely to Forget Their Wallet at Home: Blitzo (and he doesn't totally on purpose most of the times xD) and AR (not on purpose)

Best Dressed: Blitzo (that suit he has rocks) and Evil Morty

Biggest Flirt: Rick first and foremost, then AR and Blitzo

Most Dramatic: Probably Bill? xD Or Blitzo for this one too

Least Likely to Show Up Late: Evil Morty and Millie

One with Weirdest Habit: Evil Rick (let's not get into his "hobbies")

Most Likely to Be Caught at the Gym: Uuuh, I have no idea actually? I like to think that Stan starts to work out once he and Ford leaves for their adventures (out of necessity), but not at a gym. Adrien takes fencing classes, so he's a candidate too? Otherwise, Millie and Mercenary Rick train themselves regularly, but again probably not in a gym xD

tagged by: @mcltiples [[ thank you! this was fun x3 ]] tagging: @hvbris @uselessdevice @villains4hire @misstantabismuses @hclluvahctel @technodromes & whoever wants to steal it! (Tag me if you do!)

[vinjaryou]

29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for most if not all of your OG FFVII story material? Explain your choices if you want! (Also, I'm personally curious as to how your music choice may differ between AUs, if it does. See if the characters may have different "theme music" depending on the AU and how it plays - all pun intended - into who they are.) 💕

Questions for Fic Writers Meme

Oh good lord, this might be a lengthy, link-filled ramble, please settle in and don't mind the abundance of '80s music *cracks knuckles* Once again, putting under a cut to save everyone's dashes!!

I have certain songs for scenarios I have planned/written, if that makes sense. For the general more canon goings-on, I tend to harken to the game's soundtracks - for example, if I'm writing Aerith and Reilena walking home from the Sector 5 train station, I'll have Hollow Skies playing to get me in the mindset, with it flowing into a soft variation of Aerith's Theme, or if it's a scene set in the 7th Heaven, then it's a mix of Tifa's Theme melding into general bar ambience.

And then there's times in which the song and the scenario just. make. sense. to me. Like... this specific version of The Nightmare Begins is what I'm using for when I write his and Reilena's confessions to each other, before they sleep together for the first time. Does that make sense? In general, probably not!, because it's sad as hell and this song legit made me sob the first time I heard it on its own and not in the background of a Machinabridged episode. It still does at times, because it's so gorgeous and tragic (and I am biased, for this is Vincent we're talking about, lol).

BUT. Listening to it again, I can see them both sitting together quietly in the flowers at Sector 5, Meteor still overhead, with her softly telling her life's story to him, and the first swell is when she confesses; when the song restarts in a sense, I see him trying to gather his thoughts while responding to her as best he can, because he knows how he feels, but he still can't SAY it, and when the music swells again, that's when he murmurs her name, and when she looks over, he leans in and kisses her, letting that speak for him; she returns the kiss, they deepen it, with them leaning into each other, holding each other, and the song ends as they part and she asks him in a whisper if he'll stay the night with her.

SO THERE'S THAT, TOO. It's very vivid in my mind, and it fits for me.

Another song for them - well, for Vincent in particular, when he's trying to figure out his feelings for Reilena - is Whitesnake's Is This Love. I even used it as a title for one of the pieces I wrote... dealing with this very thing, lol.

(Still of the Night is another Whitesnake song that makes me think of them, but this is when they're having a spicier, more Chaotic time~)

You might have seen my mini-ramble on the bird app about a feral Aerith telling a summon to tear a monster to shreds for hurting her friends? In This Moment's Big Bad Wolf is what gave me that imagery, and it's also a song I'm using as the backdrop for a miniseries I'd like to write of each member of the VII family going absolutely feral at some point during battle (if you click the link, there's a lot of flickering in the music video, so just listen to the song if that's better for you).

And then there's another miniseries I'd like to write titled "Good Night," and it would be about five (maybe six; five for certain) parts, each involving Vincent with someone, with the arc words in each piece being "good night," and just how good of a night it is... varies a lot (I'm sorry Vincent, I love you, I promise the final part is Very Good to you). Each piece has its own soundtrack, and fingers crossed I can get it started soon, as I have it outlined already, with each piece and song decided:

Part 1 is Come Undone, by Duran Duran. Part 2 is I Can't Make You Love Me, by Bonnie Raitt. Part 3 is both MONSTERS by Shinedown, and Mein Teil by Rammstein. Part 4 is Close My Eyes Forever by Lita Ford & Ozzy Osbourne. Part 5 is both Is This Love, and Listen to Your Heart by Roxette.

...I don't think I answered this correctly, as I kinda just went on a ramble about music and writing and hi. Let me know if there's specifics you'd like, and I'll answer them as best as I can... and try not to ramble too much! ♥

(I really need to sit and make an ACTUAL playlist for my writings and the AUs, yeesh)

[crimsyoko]

ASK & REQUEST BOX INFO

I figured I’d put this out here in general as well so people know my boundaries when requesting/asking things in our box !!

No I will NOT do anything NSFW, if you ask something along those lines your ask will be deleted.

If you want something suggestive that is fine, however you may only do so if you request it not anonymously. Due to my own comfort I don’t particularly like drawing suggestive things for minors as an adult is all 👍 so please respect that.

Never ask for something problematic, especially ships. If done over and over we will end up closing our box for some time and only take requests on our OTHER platforms.

If you sent a ask in already please be patient with me, I have a life outside of social media that I have to attend to. If it’s a simple question where I don’t have to draw anything then maybe yeah I might be quicker, but art takes TIME.

Keep in mind that I only take requests through our ask box as warmups typically, the pieces that come out aren’t always going to be the same quality as a previous one. This depends on many things but mainly my mood and how busy I am 👍

Our box is not a way to get content like a commission from me, if that is what you want please DM us privately so we can talk to you about it. It is also not a way to get free art of any ocs, if I ask for some to draw this is fine otherwise do not ask.

It’s completely fine to fill our box with questions of how we do things, AU questions, memes, pictures or just things you want to tell me !! It doesn’t ALWAYS have to be art related though that is my main focus

I want to state too I’m incredibly grateful that so many of you actually send me things, I just wanted to set some boundaries and rules before anything got too out of hand. This is both for my sake and for anyone else that sends me stuff through our box.

If any clarification is needed please comment or send a question to our box and we will answer you back as soon as we possibly can !! Thank again for being patient with me and for all the kind words on our posts as well 🙇

[enruiinas]

Interaction PSA: Shipping

-- Important info for anyone wanting to explore a romantic/sexual/more-than-platonic dynamic with Law. --

♥ I enjoy shipping, but it's an extremely selective thing for me. The mun of this blog is aro/ace and my Law is very demisexual / far more interested in his goals & adventures than he is in a relationship. For these reasons, SHIPPING REQUIRES BOTH OF THE FOLLOWING:

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ 1. ALL SHIPS MUST BE DISCUSSED BEFOREHAND. Even if you write a muse I'm known to have a bias for, don't assume I'm going to ship right off the bat. Please reach out to let me know you're interested in shipping.

-- NOT SURE HOW? Feel free to send in THIS MEME, fill out my INTEREST TRACKER, or if you're shy about asking, feel free to send me an anon ask to see how I feel about a ship! Any I've answered can be found here [will add link if/when I get any]. --

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ 2. SHIPS REQUIRE MUSE CHEMISTRY -- AND -- A GOOD CONNECTION BETWEEN THE MUNS! As a general rule, I only ship with someone I talk to OOC fairly often. I need to be able to bounce ideas and ponder or squeal over our dynamic outside of our threads. Light plotting, outlining, or brainstorming is a must - at least at first.

I promise I'm approachable and don't want this to deter any interest, it's just something I NEED to come out of my own aro/ace shell and properly warm up to a ship / find my footing in writing our interactions!

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⭐ [ NEW! ⬇️ Updated 10 Mar. 2024 ]⭐

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ 3. Although I do write some NSFW threads within my ships, nsfw/spicy material will NEVER be my "favorite" part of a ship. There's nothing wrong with wanting to only ship or simply to write ships for the NSFW content; however, that is not my particular energy, and if that's your preference I would ask you to please skip by me for shipping interest. It's nothing personal & I encourage everyone to write what they're here to enjoy! I just personally get discouraged when it feels like the NSFW threads are all a ship is about (I need a healthy balance of buildup, emotional attachment, fluff, & feeling expressed in other ways.). Just be straightforward with me and yourself before reaching out a ship, please - that's all I ask.

3b. While all active (agreed upon & gushed over) ships CAN send spicy memes in, I may still be slow in responding to them until I have comfortably reached the level of muse and mun chemistry mentioned above. This largely depends on enough OOC discussion of our thoughts & ideas for the ship to get a feel of how these situations would play out. 3c. Friendly reminder that I (the mun) am aro/ace without a flirty or romantic bone in my body, and that my Law is extremely demisexual. Ships will almost always be feelings first, sex later/second - NOT the other way around. As a general rule, I shy away from writing FWB dynamics or situations where feelings are worked out during or after intimate relations.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⭐ [ // END UPDATE. ⬆️ ]⭐

♥ General shipping info for Law: Law is bisexual, but again, very demi and unlikely to enter into any sort of romantic or sexual relationship without an established connection to your muse. No ships will be written with any muse under the age of 18; otherwise, age gaps are not a big concern unless they're like... extreme (given Law's age that limits the "younger than him" gap to 8 years - older I'd probably go so far as 10-15, depending.)

♥ This blog is MULTI-SHIP & I DO NOT (will not) do exclusives. Each ship takes place in its own verse: there will be no one "canonical" relationship. I'm okay with duplicate shipping, so don't be afraid of reaching out even if you already see me writing with another mun's portrayal of your muse. I promise you I'm not writing a ship with anyone that's going to feel "weird" about me writing that ship with your muse, too, and if we go that route, Law and I will love you and your muse as much as we do our existing mun/muse relationships.

♥ WHAT I CONSIDER AN ACTIVE SHIP: I mentioned this in the Memes PSA since MY NSFW MEMES ARE OPEN TO ACTIVE SHIPS ONLY, it's relevant here too. An "active ship" implies we've had the "are you interested in shipping" chat and it's gathered enough traction (either in ongoing threads or our OOC chats) that we both seem to think it's going to take off. If I've told you how excited I am at any point and/or thanked you for writing/wanting to write a ship with me, you're safe to send.

♥ Ship Biases & Ship WILL NOTs: Below are brief lists of ships I WILL NOT write and ones I have a bias for. If a ship is not listed in either category, don't be afraid to reach out - that means it's one I will at least consider to see if 1. I personally can see it working or 2. my Law would ever feasibly end up in. The worst that can happen is I consider it and decide I can't see it working out for whatever reason(s).

In the case of a "no", I'll be honest, but never rude! And even if I don't see a romantic ship working, I will still be more than happy to write other dynamics between our muses. (If you aren't, that's okay, too! Everyone's RP experience should be what they want and I see no fault in "only being here for the ships"! I would just ask you to be straightforward with me & yourself and unfollow or soft block so I know not to pursue any platonic interactions. No hard feelings.)

♥ SHIP "WILL NOT"S: I do not ship and will not write Law with either of the Donquixote brothers, ANY member of his crew (or platonic family), or Luffy. I don't mind people shipping LawLu, but it's not one I care to explore personally.

♥ SHIPS I HAVE A BIAS FOR: A short list, but I'm particularly keen on Law x Nami, Law x Robin, and Law x Zoro.‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‏‎‏‏‎‎

Other PSAs: Memes, Plotting, On Verses & Verse-Building, General RP Preferences (Coming Soon), OOC interactions (Coming Soon), Mutuals & Affiliates (Coming Soon), ALL PSAs.

[judemabon]

Creating an Online Presence

How do I make an online presence?

What might seem like a simple question has been asked, and answered by thousands, probably millions of would be influencers, marketing experts and "E-Celebrities" and still no one has came up with a foolproof answer. It all depends on what sort of online presence you are looking for, as an aspiring Game Developer I will be trying to get my name "out there" to as many would-be Employers, Coworkers and (hopefully one day) Investors as possible. For some of my Hobbies, such as painting Miniatures, Building Lego and Making music, I've posted my progress, things I'm proud of, and things i know i need to work on, to a community of likeminded social media users to give me feedback, criticisms and just to enjoy. I plan on doing the same thing with my Video Game journey, Posting all my Progress from my first "Proper" try at a video game in 1st year of Uni, the hundreds of VERY amateur sketches I've made while coming up with game concepts, to the Games I'm actually proud of.

(Pictured above, some of my aforementioned Warhammer models)

Why would I make an online presence?

Like I mentioned in my last paragraph, mostly just to get my name out there. To show everyone I can what makes me special, what makes me so different to all these other Developers, and (most importantly) why they should hire ME. I've never been the most outspoken person in the world, so making a blog, showing people what I can do without even having to meet them (and risk making a fool of myself) first seems like a no brainer.

(A very low-res first attempt at pixel art for my first attempt at a video game)

What Platforms Should I Use?

Another good question (Thanks Gavin) and a controversial one too. Most Social Media sites that people still use (RIP MySpace) have certain connotations that come with them, most of them negative, and that influences the type, and amount, of Industry members that use each website. From the stereotype that Facebook is for the older generations, and Instagram is for the younger generations, Tumblr is for the Artsy types, LinkedIn is for the Serious types, YouTube is somehow home to everyone, and god knows whats happening to X (formerly twitter) It seems if you want to reach the most people possible, you need to be open to posting to multiple sites. Before starting this blog, id never even opened the Tumblr website, and had only really heard about it from a couple old memes and YouTube videos (DashCon 2014?? too deep a cut??) Only to find out that its nothing like the picture id been painted, so I've learned already that I need to keep a very open mind. So far i have been posting on Instagram and Twitter since starting Secondary school, Facebook since i got invited to play Farmville by my Granny, LinkedIn since starting my part-time job hunt in 1st year of Uni, and YouTube since I got my first PC and thought I was fit to be the next member of FaZe, so I have my fair share of social media experience.

(another, strangely low-res, Pixel art attempt, this time for a game me and a few classmates brainstormed concepts in summer 2022)

What Sets Me Apart From the Competition?

I think what sets me apart from the countless talented people in my industry is my passion for the things that i set my heart to, When i start a project, its all i can do, its all i think of, in my free time i'll be thinking of different ways to improve on my ideas, new concepts and ideas. When I was at work over the summer, i spent all my free time (and any time the place was empty enough) sketching out weapons, armour, locations, enemies and pretty much anything else that came to mind for the game i was working on over summer. It becomes almost an obsession, to the point where i was dreaming about medieval armour because i was so invested in the concept of the game. By the time Uni started back up again id filled up a sketchbook with ideas (and probably filled half my recycling bin with sub-par sketches.)

(a tiny error in the code of my first game)

-Jude Mabon

[borahaerhy]

Love and Sarcasm - knj (end)

Summary: The second semester of your sophomore year in college has started and there are only two people in your creative writing class that have published works: You, and Kim Namjoon; a pretentious know-it-all that just so happens to be in the same frat as your best friend.

Pairing: Fuckboy!Namjoon x Demi!Chubby!Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, College! au, eventual smut

Warnings: Previous suicide attempts mentioned, mentioned cheating, Namjoon is once again an idiot, codependent relationship briefly mentioned, Jimin drunkenly fighting people, Namjoon has a mental breakdown, reader has a mental breakdown, cute shit. Smut: fingering, oral (f. receiving), romantic sex, praise, (slight) dirty talk, multiple orgasms, protected sex.

Word Count: 7.1K

Previous

“Hey baby,” Namjoon smiled as he kissed his girlfriend on the top of her head before he took a seat next to her. 

“Joonie, how did you sleep last night?” She had always been concerned for him, even when he insisted he was fine, she would know better.  

Well, she hadn’t always been like this. It was actually a fairly new development. One that had started after his attempted suicide a few months ago.  

Namjoon had always had depression, he was good at masking it, so no one knew when it got that bad until he overdosed on his antidepressants. His mom found him and called 911 just in time.  

After he got out of the hospital a few days later, narrowly avoiding having to spend the next several weeks in an inpatient facility, his girlfriend had gotten a lot more attentive; which was something Namjoon hadn’t minded at all.  

He actually grew to love the extra affection; knowing that someone really cared about him, someone really wanted him here. He started checking in on her more often too, not wanting her to feel like it was only her that was concerned for him. She had her fair share of hardships as well, and he thought it would be a good thing if they kept each other in check.  

He grew to depend on the extra attention she gave him; so when she started to withdraw herself from him, his anxieties and depression began to spike again.  

He’d send text after text to her, asking her different questions about her day, telling her about new songs an books he’d found, sending her memes; anything to try to get her attention. She’d always answer eventually, a few hours later, and with her usual sweet and affectionate demeanor.  

He’d immediately calm back down, smiling down at his phone as she showered him with praise, and he did the same to her.  

But the hours she’d ignored him grew longer, and the excuses became repetitive.  

“I fell asleep.”  

“My phone fell behind my bed.”  

“I was out to eat with my parents.”  

“I turned off my ringer.”  

He started to expect them, used to receiving nothing but silence from the messages he’d send her, and getting very similar mundane excuses when he’d ask her to go out with him. Even when he’d check up on her to make sure she was doing okay, her answers grew less and less enthusiastic, and frankly, less honest.  

He thought it was her depression acting up on her. He felt bad, knowing how bad it can be when you feel alone and withdraw from everyone around you. He didn’t want her to feel as alone as he once had.  

Graduation was only days away and the stress of finals was heavy on everyone's minds; and even the stress of having to go off to college or get a job was starting to set in. He decided to surprise her, get her favorite flowers and takeout from her favorite restaurant, along with a goodie bag filled with all her favorite snacks and such. He smiled as he tucked a love note he’d written into the bouquet of flowers, putting it down on the passengers seat along with everything else as he started his car.  

Her parent’s had been strict, she was never allowed to have Namjoon over, and he knew knocking on the door and asking to come up wasn’t going to get him very far; but he’d already grown accustomed to sneaking into her window at the back of the house.  

He parked a block away and grabbed everything from his car and walked over to her house and around to the backyard. The sun had already set, and with the lights on in her bedroom, he didn’t need to get too close to the window before he saw that there was no need for him to walk any further.  

Naked and bouncing on the dick of someone Namjoon had considered to be a good friend was the girl he’d thought was the love of his life. He dropped everything in his full arms onto the perfectly mowed lawn and turned around, all emotions gone from his face.  

He never spoke to her again, and she followed suit. He assumed it was because she saw the things outside of her window when she helped him sneak back out the way Namjoon had always done.  

From then on, he was done. He’d never need anyone again, and he sure as shit wasn’t going to have anyone need him.  

- 

“It might be beneficial for you if you actually started paying attention in class,” Jimin let out a loud frustrated groan as he slouched back into his seat, body limp as he dramatically pouted.  

“I fucking hate midterms, why don’t they just trust that we know the information and move on?” You gave Jimin a knowing smirk, arms crossed over your chest.  

“They’re obviously right not to trust you considering you know absolutely none of the information you’re supposed to know. I mean, come on. All you had to do was SparkNotes Jane Eyre, you didn’t even have to read it; and yet here we are, a week out from the big test, and you have no idea what’s going on,” Jimin groaned again dramatically, as you pulled up SparkNotes on his laptop and slid it over to him. “I have to get back to work. Read, child. Read,”  

Jimin waved you off and sat back up, leaning his weight onto the table in front of him that was filled with books and notes that you had taken throughout the semester. You hadn’t noticed Namjoon walk in a few minutes later as you busied yourself putting books away. He stood by the door looked in awe at the table completely covered in notes and empty coffee cups surrounding Jimin and laughed softly to himself.  

He scanned the library in the hopes of finding you; and sure enough, there you were, in the far corner of the room, carefully putting an old book back in its home. He briskly walked up to you and leaned on the side of the shelf.  

“I’m gonna take a guess and say that he still hasn’t read Jane Eyre?” You looked up and smiled, seeing it was only Namjoon who decided to interrupt your peaceful afternoon. You shrugged, following his gaze to see Jimin staring at a computer screen, his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.  

“Would you really expect him to have read it at this point? Jimin doesn’t read,” you shrugged, turning back away from him and back to the steadily dwindling cart of books.  

“Which is why I find it incredible that the two of you actually like each other.” You snorted as you lightly shook your head.  

“We had a lot more in common when we were 10, and then just decided it was easier to put up with the other’s differences than to have to meet and get to know new people from scratch. Besides, we already learned how to do the unnecessarily complicated Twenty One Pilots handshake,” Namjoon huffed out a small breath of air as he looked fondly between the two of you, eyes curved into small crescents as his dimpled smile shone brightly on his otherwise tired-looking face.  

You looked back up at him, allowing yourself to get momentarily distracted from the seemingly endless pile of work that you had let pile up to get lost in the soft warm features of Kim Namjoon; bundled up in a sweater and beanie, nose tinged pink from the cold outside. As you looked up at his eyes, you realised he had been watching you stare at him. His warm smile turned into an annoying smirk almost as quickly as you looked away, closing your eyes and allowing yourself the time to curse to yourself before you returned back to your job as if nothing had happened.  

“Make yourself useful; go help Jimin instead of just standing there ogling me,” He scoffed as he pushed himself away from the wall he was leaning against.  

“Mmhmm, right, I’ll stop ogling you,” He backed away from you as you avoided eye contact, knowing the heat in your face would be anything but forgiving.  

- 

“Do I have to come back tomorrow?” Jimin whined as he slid his laptop into his bag.  

“Yes, after class, dumbass, you need to study some more if you’ll have any hope of passing.”  

“But I did so much work today,” he groaned as Namjoon smiled, sitting back in his seat enjoying the show.  

“Yup. And you’ll do even more tomorrow. Goodnight Jiminie,” You ruffled Jimin’s hair as you picked up the empty coffee cup from his desk before you walked it over to the trash. Jimin mumbled a goodnight before he walked out of the library as the sky darkened around him. 

Namjoon stood from his seat and grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder before he walked up to you. You were getting ready to close the library, collecting everything you needed and doing some final busy-work before you left.  

“We still on for tonight?” Namjoon asked as he slid his hands into the pockets of his jacket, eyebrows raised in anticipation for your response.  

“Yeah, I need to ask a favor of you though?” The way you spoke was unsure of yourself, almost as if afraid of his response. He furrowed his eyebrows and shifted all of his weight to one side.  

“I mean, yeah, what’s up?”  

“I really need your help for the creative writing assignment, if it isn’t too much to ask. My piece is missing something but I can’t really figure out what, and with all the time I’ve been helping Jimin out this past week, I kinda let my own assignments slip,” Namjoon was almost taken back by your request. You had never asked him for help before. He’d never seen you ask anyone for help before, now that he thought of it.  

“Yeah sure, I’d love to help,” He spoke somewhat absentmindedly, smiling lightly as you thanked him and shooed him out the door, wanting to be alone as you sporadically ran around trying to clean everything up before getting home. Namjoon was supposed to meet you at your place at 9, 3 hours from now, to go over some of his stuff because the two of you had been so much time going over Jimin’s things, you barely had time to help him with his assignments.  

But now you were asking him for help.  

Namjoon walked back to his place in complete silence, his jaw tightly clenched and his brow knotted together the whole time as he tried to figure out why that bothered him so much. You guys had worked together all the time, he knew your work was probably fine; better than his even - you were just overthinking it.  

He opened the door to the house and threw his bag on the ground, honestly unable to remember most of the walk home.  

Was it that he wanted to work on his own work?  

No, you usually spent a few hours together, you had time to go over everything both of you needed to. And it wasn’t even that he needed much more help with his work, he just liked having the excuse to see you.  

But now you, miss independent needed his help. You’d never even wanted anything from him but now you needed something from him.

He never needed anything from you. Did he want to spend time with you? Sure. I mean, definitely. He pretended to need help from you because he wanted to get to know you, but he never actually needed your help. He was never depending on you for anything. He really didn’t need to depend on anyone, he liked being on his own; he always had.  

But now you were depending on him to help you. You needed him. Someone who didn’t need anyone or anything suddenly needed his help.  

This isn’t right. He ran his fingers through his hair as he moved to sit down on his bed, elbows coming to rest on his knees as he held his head in his hands. She can’t depend on me, I’ll fucking ruin her. He shook his head as he loudly groaned, flopping back onto his bed in frustration.  

I’ll ruin her like she ruined me.  

Pulling Namjoon from his racing thoughts was his phone dinging. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and flicked his phone on, the bright screen illuminating his face in an otherwise dark room. It was a message from Lane, the girl he’d slept with when he’d gotten in that fight with you. She texted him a lot, always wanting to hook up. Up until this point, Namjoon had just ignored her.  

Namjoon sighed as he clicked off his phone and dropped it to his chest, rolling his eyes at her inability to get the hint.  

But then, his eyes snapped back open, narrowed in as he quickly lifted his phone again, the message shining brightly once again.  

There’s a party at my sorority tonight. I don’t plan on wearing underwear ;) 

You’re a fucking idiot, Namjoon. 

Omw 

- 

You waited up for Namjoon, getting started on revising your own assignment as you realized he was probably just running late. An hour passed, and then two and he still wasn’t there. He wasn’t answering his phone either. It wasn’t like him to just ditch you, especially not without texting first. He had always respected your time, so you began to worry.  

Jimin on the other hand, was more pissed at Namjoon than he’d ever been before. He’d completely neglected both the drink in his hand and the girl on his arm as he watched Namjoon race up the stairs at a party he was definitely not supposed to be at, with a girl that he was definitely not supposed to be with. He was too drunk and too pissed off to try to tell you, knowing it would only upset you more if he couldn’t keep a cool head while telling you something like this. So he decided he should just wait for Namjoon outside the front door.  

Hours had passed and you were exhausted. You sighed as you closed the lid to your laptop, rubbing your eyes before you stood from your chair, taking a second to regain your balance before you walked back to your bedroom.  

You plugged in your phone beside your bed, changed into your pajamas, and flopped down onto your bed. Sleep evaded you, leaving you tossing and turning for hours as you couldn’t contain your worrying thoughts.  

- 

Coffee in hand, you walked into your child development class wearing sweatpants and a hoodie at least 4 sizes to big for you, yawning as you took a seat in your usual spot. Some girls in one of the schools sororities were in this class with you, and you prayed for the kids they planned on working with once they got out of here, because their usual topic of conversation was never something wholesome.  

You leaned back into your seat and closed your eyes, waiting for class to start, eavesdropping on the girls’ enthralling evening (something you’d never admit you loved doing).  

“Does anyone remember what even happened to Lane? She disappeared right when the night began.”  

“Uh, yeah, she was up in her room most of the night getting plowed by some guy in the same frat as Jin.” 

“Which one?”  

“I don’t know his name, the tall buff one, the one without the tattoo’s-” You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me- 

“Namjoon?”  

“Yeah! That’s the one.”  

- 

You called in sick from work and went straight back to your apartment after your class had ended, not even thinking of texting Jimin to tell him you weren’t going to be there, but he knew the girls in your classes; he’d flirted with them whenever he would walk you to and from it, and he’d definitely remembered what sorority they were in.  

He wasn’t surprised to have walked in the library and for you to have not been there. He simply walked back out after scanning the building and started over to your place. For the first time in a long time, he knocked on the door instead of just barging in, not wanting to invade your privacy if that’s hat you needed right now.  

But you opened the door only seconds after he had knocked, a fake smile spreading across your face that you knew he could see through.

“Hey Jimin, I’m sorry I didn’t call-” He cut you off, pulling you into a hug by your waist. You hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck and let your head rest as the two of you gently swayed back and forth. You both knew that the other knew, and no words needed to be exchanged to understand what was happening.  

When Jimin finally let go, he closed the door hastily and shoved you back onto the couch and turned on your comfort show before he ordered a pizza for the two of you. He pulled all of the pillows and blankets from your room and surrounded you both with cushy warmth before pulling you into his chest. You’d always found comfort in the arms of the other, and this was no different. The familiar sound of Jimin’s heartbeat put you to sleep before the pizza had even arrived, as you had been so exhausted from not sleeping the night before that Jimin’s arms were all you needed to allow yourself to calm down enough to actually relax.  

He did his best to not disturb you as you slept, knowing you needed it more than the food he ordered or the show he put on. He just hoped you wouldn’t be upset when you’d have to see him tomorrow in class.  

- 

Namjoon hated himself as he walked out of the room he’d dragged Lane up to. The room he’d so proudly entered was now the thing he’d regretted more than anything he could ever remember doing right now. Without acknowledging anyone, he walked down the stairs and out of the house. He didn’t make it two steps out of the front door before a fist collided with his jaw.  

He stumbled back into the door, taking a second to gain his composure before he saw Jimin getting ready to throw another punch. He grabbed hold of his arms, easily taking control of Jimin in his inebriated state.  

“Jimin, calm down-”  

“You made her fall in love with you, you fucking asshole,” Jimin took another swing, one Namjoon narrowly dodges as he tries to not lose it.  

“I’m not going to fight you-” His voice cracks as he tries keep himself composed.  

“Good, that’ll make this a lot easier,” He lands a punch on his ribs, then another one on his face before Jungkook and Hoseok, who were also at the party ran out of the house once they heard the commotion of a fight breaking out, and pulled Jimin away from Namjoon, who was now spitting blood. “Did she ever fucking mean anything to you?” Jimin yelled as he was being pulled away, arms still swinging.  

“What the fuck is going on?” Hoseok yelled as he held back Jimin, who quite honestly barely stand at this point, as Jungkook was checking to see if Namjoon was okay.  

“He knows what the fuck he did,” Jimin ripped himself away from Hoseok, still glaring at Namjoon as he flipped the hood of his hoodie up and started walking in the general direction of the house.  

Namjoon stood straight up now, watching Jimin walk away as he completely ignored the people who began surrounding him and the questions that came pouring out of their mouths. He instead shoved Jungkook away as tears began falling down his face without his permission. As he made it back to his car, he was fully broken down, punching the dash of his car as he tried to stop the sobs from escaping his throat.  

He always seemed to have a way of fucking everything up for himself.  

- 

You didn’t look at him as he walked into your class the next day. You stared straight ahead, eyes focused on nothing at all, but you definitely knew the second he walked in. You had had several missed calls from him last night, several unread text messages as well as he finally gained the courage to talk to you. Jimin had muted your phone, which you were grateful for.  

Namjoon stood a few steps in the door, his eyes trained on your soft face that was barely visible thanks to the hood you had drooped down in front of it. He sighed, dropping his gaze down to the coffee in his hand. He walked back up to you, your eyes unwavering as he put the coffee down in front of you. He stood there for a moment after he put the cup down and your eyes flickered to the cup before you closed your eyes, letting your head drop and your hands run over your face.  

By the time you looked back up, he was in his normal seat several rows in front of you. His head was down and his hood up, completely blocking everything out until the end of class, when he had purposefully waited until he knew you had left. He stood in the almost empty classroom and picked up his bag. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the coffee cup he’d set in front of you; cold and untouched.  

- 

A few days had gone by, and you bring yourself to open the messages he’d sent you. You scrolled up to the top and started working your way down.  

His apologies were long and emotional, the kind that if they had been written on paper, they’d be accompanied with tear stains that distorted the words and made the lines bleed, not that the handwriting under it would have been legible anyways.  

After the apologies were small greetings and the depressing realization that you weren’t going to answer him.  

He starting using it almost as a diary, needing to get all of these words floating around his head out, even if you weren’t going to read them he needed to tell you. Mostly just those of a guilty conscience, words repeating as he apologized over and over.  

Then he would tell you how bad he felt when he saw you, or how you looked really pretty, or how bad he wanted to tell you about the good grade he’d gotten on his midterm, but then remembered he couldn’t.

Day after day, there was a coffee waiting for you on your desk; whether you were at work or at school, they were always there, and exactly how you liked them.  

Almost a month had passed, his face completely rid of the bruises Jimin had left when you walked into the classroom to see a not only a coffee at your desk, but a book there as well. Kafka on the Shore, a sticky note pressed to the front of it.  

One of my favorites, I hope you like it.  

You picked up the book and flipped through the pages, all of them filled with writing in the margins. You looked back up to see Namjoon sitting in his seat like he always did, facing forward with his laptop out and his notes page up, ready for the lecture about to begin.  

You had trouble paying attention in class, and again to the English class you had after it.  

“You okay? You seem off today,” Jimin asked, interrupting himself as the story he was telling you was hilarious, and you had very little reaction to it.  

“Yeah, I’m fine, Jiminie. I think I’m just gonna go back to my place. I kinda want to be alone tonight,” He nodded with a small smile on his face, leaving a quick kiss on your forehead before you walked away.  

You rushed home and into your apartment, sitting at your table with the book in front of you within seconds, opened to the first page of the book. His handwriting was scrawled all over each and every one of the pages. His words made you laugh as you went on the adventure with him, an adventure he had been on many times before and knew exactly how he felt about every single detail, and how to best put it into words.  

The book ended faster than you wanted it to, both his words and the words of the book completely captivating you from the second you opened it. You flipped to the back cover of the book to find it completely filled with some of the smallest handwriting you could read. You took a deep breath before you started at the beginning.  

Y/n,  

I’m not really good with apologies, so I guess I’ll just start.  

I needed you.  

I needed you but I never allowed myself to think about it enough to realize it. I let myself continue to believe that I just wanted to spend time with you, not that I needed your help, or needed you here in general, but that you were just someone I enjoyed being around. I could continue to ignore the need as long as you continued to act as if I was a part of your job. You helped me, helped Jimin, and did everything you needed to do by yourself. You didn’t need me.  

But then you did. 

You needed help for an assignment and for some insane reason that was all I could think about, and it made me sick at the thought of me doing to you what the last person I needed did to me, so instead of just helping you like I wanted to do, I did exactly what I wanted to avoid doing to you.  

Why I thought that would be the answer to all of my problem’s, I don’t know. All I know is I hate myself for what I did to you. That day I woke up the happiest I’ve been in a long time because of you. I woke up with a smile on my face because I was excited to help Jimin study at the place you work because even if I couldn’t spend time with you, I could be near you. I could watch you put books away and talk about your favorite ones with people who were checking them out and I could bother you when you were busy just so I could watch you scrunch your nose at me.  

I didn’t do this so you’d forgive me, I don’t know if I even want you to forgive me. But what I do want is for you to know that you’re the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me. You made me a better person, made me want to be the best version of myself. You made me love life again, love people again and you reminded me why I would rather risk getting hurt again than spend my whole life running from the pain.  

You made me fall in love with you, Y/n. That scares the shit out of me but nothing is scarier than the thought of you thinking I did this to you on purpose. I’m an idiot and self-destructive and an asshole most of the time but you are the one thing on this planet I never wanted to hurt.  

I love you.  

I’m so sorry.  

X Namjoon 

The words were stained with tears, much like you had imagined his text massages would have been; but they were yours rather than his that filled the page. You put the book down on the table and leaned back into your seat, rubbing the sleeves of your hoodie over your cheeks that quickly grew damp as they too filled with your tears.  

You wiped your sadness away and stood from your chair, tucking the book under your arm after you slid your shoes on and walked out the front door to your apartment.  

It was almost midnight by the time you knocked on the door of the frat house you’d grown used to visiting over the past couple of months.  

The grumpy older one opened the door, his brows furrowing only for a second before relaxing again as he looked at you. He opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.  

“Hey Yoongi, is Namjoon here?” He closed his mouth and nodded lightly, opening the door a little wider and stepping out of the way so you could walk in.  

“He’s in his room,” He spoke softly as he closed the door, a small gentle smile slipped onto his face, and you smiled back, thanking him with a nod before you walked up the stairs.  

You reached his door and knocked softly. You heard ruffling from behind the door before you watched it open in what felt like slow motion. Fresh out of the shower, Namjoon was wearing sweatpants, a t-shirt and messy wet hair pushed back off of his forehead. He stood speechless in front of you, his eyes wide as he realized you were actually there, in front of him, holding the book he’d spent weeks perfecting.  

You wordlessly stepped into his room, dropping the book to the ground as you placed your hands on either side of his face and kissed him. He stumbled back a step before gaining his composure, moving one of his hands to your waist while the other closed the door.  

His hands both wrapped around you as he kissed you back, his thick lips molding to yours slowly as he wanted to remember this feeling for the rest of his life. You slowly drank each other in, both desperate for more but scared if you move to fast, the other will disappear.  

“You’re an asshole,” You broke apart for a second before replacing your lips on his again, his hands moving up to cup your cheeks as your hands fell to his neck and chest.  

“I know,” his lips barely left yours before they were back, moving in synchrony as you wrapped your arms fully around his neck, pulling yourself closer into him. His hands went to your hips, moving the both of you slowly back to his bed as he bit your lower lip softly. You slipped your tongue into his mouth as he spun you around, gently laying you on the bed before he crawled over you, lips never leaving yours.

You let a tear fall down your temple as he let out a pained breath as he kissed you again, his thumb running over your tear softly. His movements were all so gentle and slow, as he patiently made sure everything, he was doing was earning a good response from you. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you here, like this.  

“I love you,” a soft whisper spoken against your lips as his hand moved up your hoodie, his warm fingers connecting with your hot skin, dancing across your torso as all you could focus on was how strong the magnet that seemed to be forcing you together was; and how you had no intention of stopping it.  

“I love you,” relief fell onto Namjoon’s body as his relaxed into yours, his weight dropping into you as his hips rested between your legs. You ran your fingers through his soft hair, your fingernails scratching his scalp as one of his hands ran up the length of your outer thigh, the other still on your side as he worked to lift your hoodie a little higher.  

You moved your hands down to hook under your hoodie and began pulling it up. Namjoon pulled away from you slightly, helping lift your excess clothing up over your head and discarded it for you. He brought his lips back to yours, then pulled apart again, lifting his own shirt above his head and throwing it off to where yours had been.  

His warm body pressed back to yours, the warmth from each other pooling in your stomachs and chests as you immediately wrapped yourselves around one another again. Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, resting on his broad shoulders as he kissed you deeply. His lips began trailing soft kisses down your jaw and neck, each one so sweet and delicate yet hot and passionate against your smooth skin. He slid his hand around your back and unhooked your bra, pulling it off of you swiftly before he returned again to your lips that were already beginning to kiss the feeling of his on them.  

Everything about the way he touched you and moved against you was addicting. The soft plush lips moving wherever they saw fit, his heated fingertips leaving trails of goosebumps down your side; the sound of his breath and the rattling of his heart in his chest, hammering against yours. Even the way his musk and the clean scent of his soap permeated your nostrils was euphoria as you wrapped your legs around his waist.  

He moved his hand around to your front and moved it between your bodies, taking his time unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans. His lips traveled down your neck again as he pulled down your jeans, his mouth settling on your nipple as you helped him fully remove them before you tangled your hands in his hair. His tongue swirled around you and his teeth grazed you ever so slightly as he wrapped one arm around your back and rested the other on your other breast, pinching and pulling at your nipple gently.  

You arched your back as his teeth pulled at your sensitive skin, his eyes looking up at you as he released you, his gaze almost pleading; wanting more than he was taking but he kept his pace, mouth finding your other nipple. He teased you more with this one, his mouth moving faster and teeth doing more work than before he fought the urge to grind down into you – an urge he didn’t fight for very long.  

He soon pushed his own sweatpants down and kicked them off, moving back up to kiss your lips as his legs spread yours apart, his hands gripping your thighs and pulling them to wrap around his waist. You let out a soft whine into his mouth as he pressed his erection into your clothed cunt. Namjoon’s hands were all over you, worshiping every part of your body as he continuously ground down into you, addicted to the small sounds that escaped your throat as he did.  

“Fuck, Joon,” Your voice was soft and needy as his hand slipped under the fabric of your panties, his long fingers spreading your lips apart. They rubbed small circles into your clit as you gripped his bicep, the soft whines falling from your lips and into Namjoon’s mouth were most arousing thing he’d ever tasted.  

He pushed his middle finger down and into your aching walls, his thumb replacing it on your clit as he let out an involuntary gasp at the arousal that was now coating most of his hand. “So wet for me, hmm?” He hummed against your jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin as you bit down on your lip. His lips kept moving down, ghosting over your skin as your hands followed him, tangling in his hair and gripping his free hand; before he took it away to slide your panties off.  

He left dark hickeys on your hips, teasing you for as long as he could as his mouth went everywhere except for where you needed him. His fingers had been removed from your cunt and were now wrapped around your thigh, keeping it propped on his shoulder as his other hand pinned your other to the bed, his mouth sucking harshly on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “Joon...” your voice was soft and desperate as you felt him smirk against your skin. “Please...”  

“Please what, baby?” He kissed gently over where a bruise was already beginning to take form while his eyes stayed trained on your face, patiently waiting for you to beg for him.  

“Please touch me...” He smirked, moving his arm to wrap under your thigh and bring it to his shoulder to match the other before his lips wasted no time sucking harshly onto your clit. You moaned loudly at his swift movements, your back arching as you threw your head back, fingers curling around the soft fabric of the comforter underneath you. He replaced his fingers back into your pussy, pumping them in and out faster then before as his tongue worked wonders on your sensitive nub.  

You reached down to run your fingers through his hair, grip tightening on the damp strands as he curled his fingers upwards into your g-spot. “Oh my fuck, Joon-” you gasped, the hand on the bed coming up to your mouth as you tried to muffle the sounds pouring from you. Your walls clenched around his fingers as your orgasm neared almost embarrassingly fast as the lewd sounds of him mouth working against your pussy filled the room with your moans being stifled.  

“I’m gonna – fuck, Joon –” You moaned loudly as you’re your hand reach down to meet your other in his hair, gripping the strands tightly as you came against him, his tongue collecting your juices as his fingers stilled and pulled out of you.  

Your grip on his hair loosened as he crawled back up to you, your arms wrapping around him as you kissed each other messily. Tongues on the insides of the other cheeks as you no doubt soaked his boxers that were pressed tightly against you, rocking slightly as he let out a throaty moan at the friction. You pulled down at the band of his underwear, begging for his cock to be released as he sat up. He leaned off to the side, opening his bedside table drawer to grab a condom before he slid his boxers off and slipped the rubber on quickly.  

You barely had time to react to his thick size before he was back on you, lips on yours and an arm wrapped around you as his other hand guided his tip up and down your slit. His movements and kisses were much slower than before as he moved with purpose. He kissed you deeply before he lined himself up at your entrance and connected his forehead to yours, eyes flickering between yours as he slowly pushed himself inside you. You moaned out together, eyes never leaving each other's as he filled you completely. 

“I love you,” His voice was soft and gentle as his hand caressed your cheek. Your heart fluttered as the look in his eyes matched his words as they scanned your face as if you were the most precious and fragile piece of art he’d ever seen.  

“I love you,” He kissed you softly, lips just barely grazing yours as he slowly pulled out and thrust back into you. His slow deep thrusts reached new depths inside of you as his hands gripped your hips tightly. Your moans came out softly into his ear as he groaned into your neck, his hips quickening at your gentle encouragement.  

“You’re so fucking tight,” He propped himself up on his elbows to watch where the two of you connected. “Fuck,” he groaned under his breath as he pulled your thigh up, hooking it over his elbow as he used his new angle to fuck into you harder, your other leg wrapped tightly around his waist as your moans got gradually louder, neither of you caring if anyone else heard you.  

His bed creaked under you as his pace quickened, his fingers finding your clit again and toyed with it as he watched your face contort in pleasure. His eyes scanned over your body, watching your tits bounce with every thrust of his dick as you desperately clung to him with small curses being squeezed between your loud moans. “Fuck, you’re so good,” he attached his mouth to your neck, sucking and biting down on you as he pistoned himself into you.  

You could barely manage a comprehensive thought as your body was filled with pleasure, your cunt squeezing around his dick as you felt your climax yet again approaching. “Joonie,” You whined out as you dragged your fingernail down his back. 

“You gonna cum, baby? You wanna cum around my cock?” You nodded rapidly as his forehead met yours again, grunting lightly as he released your leg, wrapping it back around his waist as he took your arms and pinned them above your head with one hand, his eyes never leaving yours when he moved his hand back down to pinch your clit between his fingers. 

You moaned loudly, arching you back into him, moaning out his name over and over again as your walls repeatedly clenched and released around him. His hand found your hip, pinning it to the bed as he ruthlessly fucked into you as hard as he could, spilling into his condom with a loud moan only moments after you had cum.  

He let go of your arms and wrapped his own around you as he let his weight fall on you, your arms wrapping around him as well as you let yourself relax completely. Heavy breathing filled the room as his head laid on your chest. He eventually moved his soft lips up your neck and on your mouth, whispering sweet words and ‘I love you’s against you as his hand gently caressed your side; your hands tangled in his hair.  

He eventually sat up and pulled out, cleaning himself then you up before he pulled one of his own shirts over your head and laid down next to you, pulling you into his chest as he covered you in a blanket.  

“Did you mean it?” You questioned softly after you both had laid in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. 

“Mean what?” Namjoon adjusted slightly as he spoke, his cheek coming to rest on your forehead .  

“What you write in the book. Did you mean it?” He pressed a soft, long kiss to your forehead before his hand cupped your cheek, moving your face up to his, allowing him to kiss your lips.  

“Every word.” A comfortable silence filled the room as you stared into each others eyes, only the soft light from the moon peaking in from his windows allowing you to see him.  

“I love you,” your voice wasn’t even a whisper, you’re not sure that he even heard you until his eyes smile and he kisses your forehead, letting his cheek rest back on your forehead as his thumb continued to caress your cheek.  

“I love you too, Y/n.”  

Note: They finally love each other :'))

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[rq-described]

hey is it ok if i ask for a bit of advice with writing ids? /gen. i've seen quite a few posts about people over-describing in their ids, and i have a feeling that i do that (i tend to overcomplicate everything i do skdsksjd). what kind of information is unnecessary in an id that i can try to cut out in future? thank you so much!

Hello! It’s totally okay to come to us with questions, we’re always happy to try and help!

To be completely honest this topic is something that a lot of us are still working on. The line between under and over-describing can be a bit hard to place, especially since it differs depending on the piece, and the person using the IDs. It’s impossible to make it perfect for everyone, but here are some tricks we’ve found helpful.

1) Ask yourself what the purpose of the piece is.

Art showing off a character design will have very different priorities than a comic or a meme. A drawing of a character just standing in a cool outfit suggests more in depth descriptions of their design whereas a long action filled comic should center the action or dialogue. Trying to describe characters and actions in the same part when a piece has multiple characters and/or significant action will often bog it down.

For example writing:

"X enters the room. They have blonde hair and pale freckled skin, and they wear a sweater vest over a white collared shirt and a pair of dangly cherry earrings. They are drawn from the waist up. They say to Y, 'What’s up?'"

doesn’t flow as well as writing:

“X enters the room and says to Y, 'What’s up?’”

Understanding the purpose of the piece often means being succinct for the sake of comedic timing, too. Putting the punchline of a comic in the middle of a paragraph of description makes it less impactful than saving it until the end, and breaking up dialogue with several sentences describing a background or outfit means people may lose the thread of the comic.

This doesn’t necessarily mean you can’t describe the character design if you can find a way to significantly shorten the description or include it separately. We’ll go over one possible way of including them in the line breaks section.

2) When dealing with complex settings, backgrounds, or clusters of items, ask yourself what needs to be described individually, and what can be generalized.

Complex and/or cluttered surroundings can get incredibly wordy when describing each component as it’s own thing. If certain components are not individually important to the viewer’s understanding the piece, generalizing or sometimes even leaving them out can significantly cut down on words. For example, writing:

“A mahogany shelf sits above his head. On it sits a blue mug with a spoon sticking out, a ceramic container filled with utensils, and a set of salt and pepper shakers.”

is significantly wordier than writing:

“A shelf holding various utensils and kitchen items sits above his head.”

Sometimes you can bear to cut individual details entirely if they aren’t particularly relevant to understanding the image. For example, if describing a drawing of characters at the beach, and there’s a buoy in the ocean way out in the distance, you probably don’t need to describe it unless it plays an active role in the piece.

3) When describing the appearances of characters, keep in mind what features are important to understanding the artist’s depiction.

Certain aspects of a character’s appearance can say a lot about how the artist wants them to be interpreted. Things like body frame, hair and clothing style, and especially race can vary drastically by artist, and in result change how the character is understood.

Other things like eye color, nose shape, or specific body proportions often do not change the general understanding of the character, and can cause the character description to become bloated. They typically should not be included.

There are certainly exceptions to this however, for example, if a character has unnatural features like glowing eyes or a snout, it changes how the character is meant to be perceived and should be described.

4) Play around with line breaks.

Sometimes pieces are just too complex to avoid having a long description. In order to make sure all important details are included while also including action, consider breaking the description up into chunks. Putting the action first and then writing out the character designs allows the people who want to know what’s going on in the image but don’t particularly care about designs to skip to the next post after the first paragraph, while still providing the descriptions for the people who do.

5) Be aware of what your audience already knows.

When there’s a reasonable expectation that your audience might already know something, it’s okay to use some shorthand. This comes up often when describing memes.

For example, writing:

The Spiderman pointing at himself meme, where one Spiderman is labeled X and the other is labeled Y.

is much more succinct than writing:

A screencap of a cartoon. Two people in identical Spiderman costumes are standing in front of an NYPD vehicle, with one facing away from the viewer and one facing toward the viewer. They are both pointing at each other in identical poses. The Spiderman facing away from the viewer is labeled X in white text. The Spiderman facing toward the viewer is labeled Y in white text.

You’re writing for an audience of Tumblr users, so you can assume most Tumblr users are familiar with the meme. If they aren’t, you’ve given them enough information to look up more about it.

This is also something to consider when describing fanart. Most podcast characters by nature don’t have canonical appearances, so the choice of how to portray a character is often intentional on the part of the artist and something worth paying attention to when considering the purpose of a piece. This isn’t the case for all media, though, and re-describing characters with canonical appearances over and over again isn’t necessary unless those appearances differ significantly from the norm.

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We hope this was able to help! If anyone sees this and would like to add anything, please feel free to do so, and as always, if you have any more questions, feel free to reach out.

~The Mods

[sailortentacle]

PMMM or Golden Sun for the ask meme, depending on if anyone else has already asked one of 'em.

PMMM

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): Madokaaaaaaa! Sana in Magia Record.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): Maybe Nagisa or Tatsuya?

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): Is Madoka still underappreciated? If not, idk pass.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): Junko and Tomohisa

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): I mean Homura did a couple things wrong, I guess. Maybe. Kuroe, too.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): The old joke about Homura resetting the timeline over minor inconveniences never gets old, but any character can fit in this if I want them too.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): ALINA FUCKING GRAY. GO AWAY.

I thiiiiink @thezolblade asked me GS back before my asks were on (in that case, oops, my bad on forgetting), so I'll answer it here for the both of you.

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): Mia, Sveta

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): Rief. Himi's design is also really cute.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): Rief, also Blados and Chalis. I get the criticism for them as a villainous duo, but consider: they're hot. As for the first gen, no one at this point?

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): Iodem in gen 1, Hou Ju and Unan in gen 2. Maybe Chaucha too, because Dark Dawn going "¯\_ (ツ)_/¯" about her would probably cause me to flip out if she ever showed up again.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): Iodem, Blados, Chalis, Meisa, King Wo...

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): Anyone could fill this niche if I tried hard enough!

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): Pewter.