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I’ve always wanted that little one Bluetooth ear thing that goes around your ear, it gives me spy vibes.

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** Writing Challenge **

I know, I know, my next one isn’t quite wrapped up yet, buttttt this idea came to me when my cousin and I were taking a walk down a ridiculous part of Memory Lane and I got excited. I’m guessing this has been done before at some point -- that’s not stopping me from presenting to you: 

I love fluff. And I wanna see more of it! 

Below the cut you will find some prompts that, in the context of Twilight, are absolutely cringe-worthy. My challenge to you is to take that prompt and make it something we can love. 

Disclaimer: I’m not Twilight-shaming ANYONE. I literally sat and watched all of Eclipse and now want to watch both Breaking Dawns. It’s more about sentiment, and the occasional girly giggle for me, but ... yeah. No judgement here, friends. 

Guidelines, prompts, and tags are below the cut! (Yes, I copied and tweaked from my last writing challenge. I’m being efficient, thank you! :P )

Please read all of the information carefully!

Rules, Guidelines, Important Dates:

Sign-Ups start when this post is live and will go through to December 30, 2020. I will accept two people for each prompt, one prompt per author.

Please send your sign-ups to my ask box so they’re easier to keep track of. I will answer them privately so I’m not flooding anyone’s dash!

In your ask, please include your preferred prompt and a backup option, as well as your pairing (so I don’t take the same pairing for the same prompt). Also, please let me know if you’ll be posting from a URL other than one you’re asking from.

To be included in the challenge masterlist, please post your fic (or the first part, if it’s a series) by Decemeber 31, 2020.

Please include an author’s note tagging me and mentioning the challenge in your fic post; include #BetterThanTwilightWC in the first five tags. If the tag doesn’t work, you may DM the link to me, also. If you decide to write a series, please tag me in the masterlist.

Please give me up to 48 hours to read your fic before checking if I have seen it. If I have not liked it after 48 hours, please DO check. (You know, since we’re all aware of how unreliable tumblr is. And how unreliable my mind can be. Yikes.)

The challenge masterlist will be posted between January 1 and January 4, 2020.

There are no word count limits, but please use the Keep Reading feature if your story goes beyond 500 words. Additionally, if your fic goes beyond 5000 words, please consider splitting it into multiple parts. This is not a requirement, only something to think about.

Yes, this is a FLUFF challenge, so you MUST have fluff as your main genre. You’re more than welcome to include other genres, but you MUST have a happy and/or hopeful ending.

You’re welcome to think outside of the box! Just because I’m talking Twilight and love stories, doesn’t mean there has to be romance! Give me  amazing friendships or strong family bonds or self-love. Or romance! Whatever you’d like. 

You're welcome to change pronouns in the prompt as necessary! Heck, I tweaked a few of ‘em so they’re not Twilight-specific.

For personal reasons, I do not read and will not accept into the challenge (which means I will not reblog or add to the masterlist) stories that include: non-con/dub-con, underage sex, adult-child romantic/sexual relationships, spouse-bashing, child abuse – I could go on, but I think you get the idea. If you’re not sure about something, I’m always happy to answer questions!

Bring on the ships, OC’s, reader pairings – I’m trying to be more open-minded as of late, but I can’t promise that I will read everything. Again, for personal reasons. But I will reblog everything! 

Characters and RPFs from Marvel/MCU are both welcome. 

If you need an extension or need to drop out, please know that I am extremely flexible when it comes to that deadline/due date. In the words of Captain Barbosa, “It’s really more of a guideline.” Just shoot me an ask or a message and we’ll work something out, no worries! 

Prompts: 

1. “I have always loved you, and I will always love you.”  2. “The clouds I can handle. But I can’t fight with an eclipse.”  3. “I know what you are.”  4. “You held out your hand and I took it without stopping to make sense of what I was doing.” 5. “You have a connection with her that I’ll never understand.” 6. “I’m glad she has you.” 7. “It will be like I never existed. I promise.” 8. “I knew who I wanted to be. I wanted to help people. Brings me happiness.” 9. “That will take a while to get used to.” “We have a while.” 10. “What if I’m not the hero? What if I’m the bad guy?” 11. “I’d rather hear your theories.” 12. (sarcastically) “Super. That makes me really happy.” 13. “You’re like my own personal brand of heroin.” 14. “Maybe I shouldn’t be dating such an old man. It’s gross. I should be thoroughly repulsed.” 15. “It’s an extraordinary thing to meet someone who you can bare your soul to and they’ll accept you for what you are.” 16. “I’ve been waiting for what seems like a very long time to get beyond what I am.” 17. “I feel like I can finally begin.” 18. “He’s totally gorgeous, obviously. But apparently nobody here is good enough for him.” 19. “He did say I couldn’t step inside the door. I came in through the window.” 20. “I know things. Like how to hunt somebody to the ends of the earth. And I know how to use a gun.” 21. “Now I’m afraid.” “Good.” 22. “I’m not afraid of you. I’m only afraid of losing you.” 23.  “About three things I was absolutely positive ...” 24. “You’re so stubborn.” 25. “Do you know how worried I’ve been?” 26. “I can’t even think about someone hurting you.” 27. “The only thing that can hurt me is you, and I don’t have anything else to be afraid of.” 28. “Don’t antagonize her. She’s the strongest one in the house.” 29. “All right. That’s enough experimenting for one day.” 30. “It never made sense for you to love me.” 31. “I wish there had been someone to vote no for me.” 32. “It’s just a little baby.” 33. “How strongly are you opposed to grand theft auto?” 34. “I’m not missing another fight!” 35. “No one can hide like me.” 36. “If I asked you to stay in the car, would you?” 37. “I have one condition, if you want me to do it myself.” 38. “I had an adrenaline rush. It’s very common. You can Google it.” 39. “How did you get in here?” “The window.” 40. “I love a happy ending. They are so rare.” 41. “You should put your seatbelt on.” 42. “Can you talk about something else? Distract me so I won’t turn around.” 43. “I can’t live in a world where you don’t exist.” 44. “After all the thousand times I’ve told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me?” 45. “Maybe that’s why they kicked me out.” 46. “All of my best nights have happened since I met you.” 47. “You know everybody’s staring?” “Not that guy ... no, he just looked.” 48. “She wishes she was that awesome.” 49. “Does he visit often?” “Yeah, all the time.” 50. “Lie ... Lie better.” 51. “I’m Switzerland.” 52. “That should have been our first kiss.” 53. “Would you like to hear my story? It doesn’t have a happy ending -- but which of ours does?” 54. “Another party?” “It’ll be fun.” “Yeah. That’s what you said last time.” 55. “You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. I will always be yours.” 56. “The way he watches you. It’s like he’s willing to leap in front of you and take a bullet or something.” 57. “Kill me! Not him!” 58. “Stay.” “Give me one good reason.” 59. “Yeah, it’s and off day when I don’t get somebody telling me how edible I smell.” 60. “Damn it! You’ll be the death of me, I swear you will.” 61. “If I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I’m not afraid of it.” 62. “Do I dazzle you?” 63. “I’m tired of trying to stay away from you.” 64. “Bring on the shackles, I’m your prisoner.” 65. “You are my life now.” 66. “And then we continued blissfully into this small, perfect piece of our forever.” 67. “Nobody’s ever loved someone as much as I love you.” 68. “I don’t know what happened.” “You love him.” 69. “All of sudden it’s not gravity holding you to the planet, it’s her. Nothing else matters. You would do anything, be anything for her.” 70. “You really love her?” 71. “I don’t see the whole point of the rest of the world without her.” 72. “Then I found a promising site ... I waited impatiently for it to load, quickly clicked closed each ad that flashed across the screen. Finally, the screen finished -- simple, white background with black text; academic-looking. Two quotes greeted me on the homepage:” 73. “I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.” 74. “I’ll be fighting for her, too, and I’ll be fighting twice as hard as you will.” 75. “It’s always been him.” 76. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you.” 77. “They’re coming for her.” “They’re not gonna touch her.” 78. “Doesn’t he own a shirt?” 79. “You know, if it weren’t for the fact that we’re enemies and that you’re also trying to steal away the reason for my existence, I might actually like you.” 80. “You have disappeared. Like everything else.” 81. “The absence of him is everywhere I look.” 82. “I don’t have the strength to stay away from you anymore.” 83. “Your number was up the first time I met you.” 84. “We all like to drive fast.” 85. “It’s too easy to be myself with you.” 86. “I’ve never given much thought to how I’d die, but dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go.” 87. “Don’t tempt me too far. My patience isn’t that perfect.” 88. “His tone questions my sanity, but it only made me more suspicious. It was like a perfect delivered line by a skilled actor.” 89. “What’s he mad about?” 90. “No measure of time with you will ever be enough.” 91. “I promise to love you forever, every single day of forever.” 92. “We’re gonna be great friends!” 93. “If I had my way, I would spend the majority of my time kissing him.” 94. “Until your heart stops beating.” 95. “I touched the cool miracle of his ski, and I was home.” 96. “Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.” 97. “This isn’t the time to make hard and fast decisions. This is the time to make mistakes.” 98. “Leave it to you ... you have to start hanging out with the first weirdos you can find.” 99. “I love him much more than I should, and yet still nowhere near enough.” 100. “I refuse to be affected by territorial disputes.”

Tags for possible interest/signal boosting (if you’re so inclined): 

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Sarcastic StarBharat Reviews-Episode 22: In which horny deer rishis set off a chain of events.

Hello everyone! I’m back after a VERY long hiatus, had some real life issues to deal with, along with the aggravation of changing an url and some online drama too. And I’m right in time for Diwali, too, yay! Happy Diwali, people! Also Happy Children’s day!

Tagging my usual taglist: @ambitiousandcunning @medhasree @shaonharryandpannisim @hermioneaubreymiachase @hindumyththoughts @chaanv @ratnas-musings @whydoyoucareaboutmyusername @justahappyreindeer @milesbianmorales @allegoriesinmediasres @pratigyakrishnaki @iamnotthat @adishaktis @ratnas-musings. Enjoy your day, everyone!

Review is under the cut.

PS: Nila updates- The Sarcastic StarBharat review of episode 18 is missing from my blog for some reason, I’ll reupload it. Also, for anyone who’s listening to my song covers, the next items are Karam Ki Talwar from Arjun the Warrior Prince, Moh Moh Ke Dhage from Dum Laga Ke Haisha and Jo Beji Thi Dua, from Shangai.

 Okay. Rehash is in order, along with some new nicknames. Till the last episode, Madri has reached Hastinapur, the precap of the last episode makes it clear that this is the episode with horny deer rishis.

I had made a numbering mistake in counting the number of canon fails, my bad, so, as of now, we’re at canon fail #49.

Here’s the nickname rehash and additions to be made-

1. Bhishm-Mr. Paragon of Perfection

2. Dhritrashtra- Mr. Drama Queen (Honorary mention-DisasterRashtra, courtesy of @iamnotthat)

3. Pandu-Honey Boy/Lord of Cheesy Lines

4. Gandhari-Ms. Always Patnidharma

5. Shakuni-Mr. Ominous Music/Mr. Annoying Poseur

6. Karn-Mr. Glitterwash

7. Kunti-Ms. Melodrama/Lady of Cheesy Lines

8. Amba (deceased)-Psycho Princess

9. Satyavati-Psycho Mum

10. Vichitraveerya (deceased)-Drunk Kid

Here are the new additions:

11. Vidur (finally)- Picking the line where he likens himself to a thorn during Pandu’s coronation, he’s Mr. Weepy Thorn.

12. Madri-Ms. Smarmy Tears

13. Krishn-(Parody version, anyway, also, FINALLY) Mr. Excess Gyaandaan.

Now, let’s get to business.

Alright, so, last episode, Gandhari was told that Drama Queen wants her in his chambers. Being the aadarsh, Ms. Always Patnidharma that she is, she goes immediately, and that’s where today’s episode of choice begins.

She stumbles in and stutters out her usual ���Husband?’ (International viewers, please note, Hotstar has rolled out the English subtitles for your most unfavorite show. It translates ‘Arya’ as Lord, but I’m keeping the ‘husband’ variation, because no.)

Anyway. He shushes her. ‘Don’t say anything, Gandhari, just listen. The mind is so weird, isn’t it?’ Okay…why this sudden volte face? Ah, he’s trying to apologise, I guess? He says that he was absorbed in his negative emotions of hurt, grief and jealousy, but when no news of Honey Boy came from the battlefield, he realized that he still worries and cares for his little brother, and that he was merely unfortunate, not conspired against, concluding that he was unjust to Honey Boy. O…kay? Should I count this as a canon fail? Canon Dhritrashtra can be two-faced, so eh, leave it.

Ms. Patnidharma is shaking her head next to him, because of course, she’s that much of a doormat. ‘I was unfair to you too. I had rejected you, Gandhari, but if I realise my mistake, will you accept me?’ Ah. I see what this is. Anvil-shadowing. Just before Pandu ‘loses’ his ability to ‘be a husband’ Drama Queen and Patnidharma make up with each other. Newsflash, writers: Nothing is this clean cut.

Of course, that was precisely the opening Ms. Patnidharma was waiting for, so she feels her husband up as they hug. Drama Queen’s heart, apparently, very anomalously, is overflowing with happiness, now that he has unloaded his weakness onto Patnidharma, or so he says. Don’t believe him, though, don’t be the naïve idiot Patnidharma is, because that weakness of his wreaks bloody wrecking ball havoc in the future.  

‘So what if I don’t become the King?’ Excuse me. I just choked on my water. What’s up with this volte-face? Just what? ‘I have more respect here than the King himself!’ I think I’m gonna count this as canon fail #50 because nah, he ain’t gonna say this in any adaptation that’s sane. And of course, since he’s randy too, it seems, he goes ‘When you give me a son, he’ll be the eldest son and King after Pandu. I’ll also get the pleasure of being a King. Will you give me the gift of such a talented son?’ Ah. So that’s what the volte-face is for. Canon fail #50 cancelled. Drama Queen would say anything at all to get his way, that’s right. Patnidharma, predictably, goes all gushy. ‘Yes, husband, for your sake, I’ll go to the portals of Yamlok themselves!’ Ah, sheesh, sometimes, watching this show makes me think that I should projectile-yeet myself to Yamlok.

He laughs. ‘When the time comes,’ he says, ‘we’ll go to the portals of death together, Gandhari.’ Well, that, at least, is true. He continues that they still have many happy moments to experience. She nods, melting into his embrace.

Scene changes to a green vista, the whickering of horses heard. Madri, henceforth known as Ms. Smarmy Tears, is laughing, Ms. Melodrama being stony faced and stoic. (That’s a change, though the music manages to make even THAT dramatic) The camera focuses on a deer, and Smarmy asks Honey Boy to stop, because it’s a beautiful deer. Okay…I know what’s coming up next. Anvil-shadowing, anyone? I realise it was very long ago when we were introduced to Ms. Melodrama, but I’ll give you a short rehash. She was introduced saving a deer from hunters. Anyone got the hint? It’s an obvious ‘Madri is an evil witch!’ gambit. Please do not take it. I know that in canon, Kunti and Madri probably had a fractious relationship given the whole fracas over the boon, but I refuse to believe Madri would be this transparently biatch-y.

And…bingo! Smarmy says that the deer is absolutely unique, and follows it up with a request for its skin. Melodrama, of course, is having none of it. She passionately launches into defence of the deer’s children who’d be orphaned, basically echoing her very first piece of dialogue on this show. Do you think there’s a chance that they dubbed it in? I mean…I wouldn’t be able to say that twice with a straight face. But, whatever gives, I guess. Fawn get orphaned often, goes Smarmy. It’s not like I’m asking you for the position of the Queen, can’t you do this much for me? Since StarB has a thing of making women either bitches or doormat ditches, its Honey Boy who cuts in. ‘Speak of good things alone.’ Did this guy get a theology class between the ‘war’ and this moment? ‘I’ll get the deer for you, the rest of you please stay here.’ And then the show takes yet another opportunity to set Melodrama as good and Smarmy as bad, as Melodrama tries to give Smarmy a moral lesson about abstaining from killing for no reason, and Smarmy going all casteist (not sure if that’s the right word, since afaik Kunti’s maternal family are also Kshatriyas? Yadava is not one family. It’s an entire dynasty.) And here’s canon fail #50 and #51. #50 is the fact that Pandu, in canon, hunts the deer because he wants to. Madri has nothing to do with it in the text. #51 because the jibe about Yadavs being shepherds that Madri makes smacks of a misconception about politics in the MBH. The idea of ‘Yadavas’ being shepherds is present because of the lore of Krishn and Balaram in Gokul. While I’m sure there might be some branches of the family that may dabble in those pursuits, typically, considering the social structure of that time, Kunti’s family is of quite royal pedigree.

The scene switches to Honey Boy looking for deer, listening attentively to the rustling leaves. Really, this question goes for canon too, haven’t these guys learnt a thing at all from the whole Dashrath/Sravan Kumar fracas? That it is TOTALLY not a good idea to just randomly shoot in a random forest, anyone? At least sight the prey a little, no?

Regardless, he shoots an arrow, the tell-tale thunk is heard, followed by a human scream (the typically serial-ish ‘nahi, nahi!’ aka ‘no, no!’). Alarmed, he sets off in pursuit of the sound. The camera focuses on a bloody arrow then showing us a rishi and a rishin. ‘Maharishi Kidam?’ exclaims Pandu. ‘It was you?’ ‘What have you done? You shot an arrow without recognizing me! I was dallying (read: deer hanky-panky-ing) with my wife in the form of a deer, and you shot an arrow without considering that the grace and the form of the deer could only mean it is such?’ Okay, for all that I want to call this canon fail #52, I’ll be honest…because such a scene, at least one of Pandu killing Kidama when he’s in sexual congress with his wife in the form of a deer does happen. Sometimes, *sigh* canon itself is quite strange.

But…in the whole of this thing, I have an observation to make, a few questions to ask, in the context of this serial:

1. Madri saw only one deer? What was the deer rishi doing, a deer mating ritual of some sort? Where was the wife then?

2. Does what he said mean that there might be…other rishis doing deer hanky panky?

3. Kidama was a rishi, right? He’d have figured out Pandu wants the ‘deer’ when he saw them and vanished? He could have, IDK, sprinted off real quick, or turned back into human, or just vanished once more. Why escalate it this much?

Honey Boy is very contrite and begs for forgiveness. Canon fail #53. In canon, he basically goes, well, Kings hunt deer, why cry about it? (That is, the dialogue given to Madri to establish her as ‘bad’)  The deer rishi brings up the Dashrath point I gave above and says that Honey Boy’s crime can’t be pardoned, that he shouldn’t have killed a man in congress with his wife, so he curses him that he’ll die the moment he’ll have congress with any woman. Canon fail #54. The original curse specifies ‘his loved one’ not any random woman.

Cue dramatic panoramic shot and dramatic title bgm. Honey Boy is in tears. The rishi dies.

Scene changes and we’re back in Hastina, where the court fool is entering. He says he has a lot of questions. Mr. Weepy Thorn prompts him to ask his questions. So there’s this long drawn out riddle session that’s set up to predict that Gandhari is pregnant, and Drama Queen will be experiencing the love of a son soon. There’s happiness all round, lots of hugs too. Of course, this show takes no rest from anvil shadowing either, so exactly at this moment enters Honey Boy with his wives. Honey Boy is welcomed with joy and immediately apprised of the news. In his head, the dying deer rishi’s words echo, even as his wives smile by his side. (Ah, apparently, there’s anvil juxtaposition, too! Whee!)

Anyway. Satyavati notices he ain’t looking happy and she asks him if he got what she said. He manages to sponge her off, hug his brother and congratulate him. When he does that, Annoying Poseur closes his eye.

As he ascends the throne, deer rishi’s words come back to him, asking what kind of a King he is. Honey Boy refrains from climbing the final stair, turning. He says that he has something of great importance to announce, confessing that he has killed Kidama and is no longer worthy of being a King.

His announcement is met with shock all around, as he renounces the throne of Hastina. Cue dramatic title bgm again. Camera focuses on Satyavati (who’s quite less psycho nowadays), then panning one by one to Drama Queen, Paragon of Perfection, Smarmy, Melodrama, Patnidharma, Ambika, Ambalika, a grinning Poseur (both eyes open), back to Honey boy and Mr. Paragon as he drops his angvastr limply.

Scene changes as Mr. Perfection walks inside Honey Boy’s chambers and they have an argument about his responsibilities. Honey Boy puts forward that for all that Satyavati wants a worthy King, he is no longer worthy, that even Indra renounced heaven for the killing of a sage and meditated for eons, that mere charity and abstinence as suggested by Mr. Thorn and Kripacharya won’t be enough. He continues that the duty of a King, the man who holds the royal scepter is to dispense justice to his people. He asks who would mete justice out on a King? The camera pans out to Mr. Perfection, standing mute, ending the episode.

Alright, this whole thing is canon fail #55. Pandu does not go back to Hastina, he sets out immediately to atone. Also #56, his wives know everything as he does. He doesn’t keep it hidden from them.

Precap: ‘But the crime was ours’ says Smarmy. ‘the punishment, however, has to be borne by our yet unborn children!’ ‘You can’t ever have children.’ Announces Honey Boy, going on to inform them of the curse.

[bettsfic]

socknography: the importance of preserving fan creator biographical data

i wrote earlier on utilizing collections and bookmarks to boost the archival power of ao3, and in that post mentioned how i wish authors would fill out their bios so we can preserve fanauthor information as well as we preserve the fics themselves. so, here is my rant about WHY WE ARE SO IMPORTANT.

for my masters thesis i wrote about the layered pseudonymity of fanfiction authors, and after doing a ton of research, i find myself still thinking of the pseudonymous/anonymous divide as it pertains to fic. we have authors we consider “famous” and ones whose followings eclipse that of traditionally published authors, but unlike traditionally published authors, we don’t put a handy bio at the end of our fics. in fact, if you want to find out about the author, you have to hope they’ve linked somewhere to their tumblr or twitter or dreamwidth, or they have consistent pseuds across platforms. and from there, you have to hope they have an ‘about me.’ but most, myself included, don’t.

unlike traditional publication -- where amazon and goodreads and even the back of the book contains biographical info -- and even unlike the rest of fandom archival etiquette -- which, despite having virtually no committed rules still maintains its organizational structure -- there is no standard etiquette on fanauthor biographical data. 

i speculate the reasons fanauthors are hesitant to write their own biographies is very complicated: 

there is no “ask” for it or existing standard. when i publish stories under my real name, i’m required to provide my bio, which contains my accomplishments, where i got my degree, where else i’m published, and my website. all literary author bios follow this formula, so they’re pretty easy to write. other than this post, i have never seen a request for fanauthor bios. so without an editor demanding it, and without a standard formula or platform to draw from, a total lack of information becomes the norm, and almost any info other than the standard “name. age. pronouns. ao3 name. list of fandoms and/or pithy one-liner” of tumblr or occasional ask game is seen as a deviation from the norm. even ask games get a bad rep sometimes, and they’re transitory, a post you see as you’re scrolling through to somewhere else, not static, like a dedicated profile page.

pseudonymity veers too close to anonymity. an anonymous author cannot have a biography. a pseudonymous author can, but biographies may be seen as defeating the purpose of writing under a pseudonym, or multiple pseuds. a sock account is a sock for a reason -- you don’t want it associated with your main. moreover, i believe fandom creates an environment in which to acknowledge your accomplishments and promote your own content is seen as narcissistic. fanfiction can sometimes be seen as a genre of selflessness, donating time and energy into a community centered around a shared canon, not personal gain. to acknowledge the self publicly is to invite attention, and attention is contradictory to anonymity.

shame and humility. the more information you have on the internet, the easier you are to find. very few fanauthors use their real names, or feel comfortable connecting their fan identity to their real one. i hear pretty constantly how often fanauthors hide their fannishness from their coworkers and loved ones, how only the people closest to them know they write/read fanfic. moreover, you might think “my most popular fic only has 10 kudos and 1 comment, nobody wants to know about me” (which is so not true, but i’ll get to that in a minute).

fandom is constantly changing. with a central archive for fanfiction in place, it’s easier now to be in multiple fandoms at once than it ever has been. if you want to read all sugar daddy fics, there’s a tag for that, and if you’re not picky about canon, you have an entire buffet of fandoms to choose from. communities are growing and shifting and changing shape. i move fandoms, and i keep my friends and readers from previous fandoms. i get dragged to new fandoms frequently. my interests and inspirations change, but i don’t erase my history or identity every time i move, i only add to it. i am always betts whether i’m in star wars or the 100 or game of thrones. but if you only read my fic, you don’t know the stories behind it. many people don’t know i entered fandom in the brony convention community in 2012, or that i was sadrobots before i was betty days before i was betts, or how fandom changed my life and led me through a path of personal trauma recovery, or that i co-founded wayward daughters, or ran the fanauthor workshop, or all these other things about fanfic that is not fanfic itself. 

if you are a fan creator, your fannish personal narrative matters. telling your story helps preserve the metatextual history of our genre.

i think constantly about what our genre will look like in 30 or 50 years, if it will be like other genres that began as subversions of the mainstream: comic books, beat literature, science fiction. genres that, at the time involved groups of friends creating stories for each other, bouncing ideas off of one another, experimenting with or distorting other genres, and which became, over time, well-regarded forms with rich histories. 

maybe one day, like the MCU, we’ll have a dedicated production company that churns out adaptations of longform coffee shop aus written between 2009 and 2015. maybe “BNFs” will be read in high school literature curriculums. maybe our work will end up on the real or virtual shelves of our great grandchildren. and if that happens, if fanfic goes entirely mainstream, how will fanfic authorship be perceived? how will fanpeople in 2080, if humanity is still around by then, interact with the lexicon we’ve created and preserved? what would you do if you found out Jane Austen wrote under five different sock accounts across three platforms over the span of twenty years? how would you, a fan of Pride & Prejudice, even begin to find all of her work?

we have so many social constraints pushing against us. there’s purity culture, which encourages further division of identity -- fanauthors may write fluff on their main and have various sock accounts for underage/noncon fics. if you’re a scarecrow, you’re much harder for a mob to attack. there’s misogyny, which dictates women/queer ppl shouldn’t be writing about or indulging in or exploring their sexuality at all. there’s intellectual property and a history of DMCAs, which, although kept at bay by the OTW, may still have influence on the “illegal” mentality of our work. with social armies against us, it’s easier to exist in the shadows, on the fringe. we change URLs based on our moving interests, and split our identities a million different ways, and keep sarcastic “me” tags full of self-deprecating text posts. we are difficult beasts to catch, because we have not been allowed to exist.

i spent a lot of time today googling the word for “pseudonymous biography” and came up empty-handed (if someone knows of an existing word, pls let me know. “pseudography” is apparently a fancy word for a typo; “pseudobiography” is a fake biography), so for lack of anything better, i’ve come up with the term “socknography” because 1) it’s funny and doesn’t sound intimidating, and 2) it encapsulates the sensitive and complicated way fanauthor identifying conventions work. and also i think “fanauthor biography,” “bibliography,” and “profile” just doesn’t cut it for the actual work of these pieces. they don’t necessarily include IRL biographical data, they include more historical/community context than a bibliography, and the words “profile” and “about me” don’t really inspire interaction, or acknowledge the archival importance of this work.

astolat’s fanlore page is my go-to example. astolat writes under multiple pseuds and has major influence in the history of fandom. she’s also a traditionally published author, but you notice, her ofic novels are not mentioned, nor any other real-life identifying information. fanlore has a really good policy on this in place, for those concerned about doxxing. 

(moreover, i am not suggesting you centralize your socks. they’re socks for a reason. but most everyone has a main, and that main identity has a story.)

there are 2 existing spaces to preserve socknographies. 

fanlore, a wiki owned by the OTW, you can make an account and create a user page (which is different than a “person” page) using a user profile template

ao3′s “profile” page, which is a big blank box in which anything goes

(i’m not including tumblr on this list because i don’t think it’s a stable platform.) 

fanlore’s template is straight to the point and minimal, which doesn’t really invite narrative the same way a literary bio would. ao3′s big blank box leaves us with the question -- wtf do i say about myself? how do i say it? how much is too much? and because of that, most profiles are either blank or only include a policy on translations/podfic/fanart, and maybe links to tumblr and twitter. but let me tell you, if i have read your fic and taken the time to move over to your profile, you better believe i am a fan. and as a fan, i want to Know Things.

here are the things i want to know, or

a potential template:

introduction (name/alias, age, location, pronouns, occupation)

accomplishments (degrees, personal history)

fan history (fandoms you’ve been in, timeline as a fan, how you were introduced to fandom/fanfiction, what does fandom mean to you -- this is where your fan narrative goes)

fandom participation (popular fics/posts, involvement in fan events/communities, side blogs, interviews, etc. 3 & 4 might be one and the same for you)

spotlight (which of your fics are most important to you/would you like others to read and why? what are the stories behind your favorite fics you’ve written?)

find me elsewhere* (links to tumblr, twitter, insta, etc.)

policies on fanart, fanfic of fic, podfics, and translations

*you cannot link to ko-fi, paypal, patreon, or amazon on ao3/fanlore per the non-commercial terms of service

i’ll be working on filling this out for my own profile as an example, but you can also see how my @fanauthorworkshop participants filled out their fanauthor spotlights, and the information they provided. obviously, you should only share that which you feel comfortable sharing, and as your fandom life changes, your narrative will change too. it’s not much different than updating a CV or resume.

tl;dr the goal is to provide a self-narrative of your fan life/identity for posterity. who are you and why are you a fanperson? why do you create fan content? what are you proud of and what do you want to highlight to others? who are you in this space?

[imaginethathaikyuu]

OK IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY AAAAA!!!! ok kuroo surprises his fem s/o for her birthday. could be sfw or nsfw if u know what i mean *wink* 😉😉

I SAW ITS UR BIRTHDAY SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY I HOPE I’M NOT TOO LATE!!! i hope u had a great day u deserve it

oh also nsfw warning and i promise there will be NON NSFW SOON I SWEAR

- 

“So, I heard that today is someone’s birthday,” Kuroo mumbled into your ear, his arms tight around your waist. 

He’d gotten home from work without you even hearing him coming in - somehow, he’d managed to surprise you. Mainly because he was home nearly three hours early. 

“What are you doing home, silly?” 

“To surprise you, duh,” he replied. “And I’ve got quite the surprise. Wanna guess?” 

“Hmm… did you actually brush your hair today?” 

“Ha-ha, very funny, babe,” he said sarcastically. “But wrong. The surprise is… I have… the rest of the week off!” 

You turned around in his arms excitedly, “Really?!” 

“Yep. For the next four days, I’m all yours, birthday girl.” 

“That’s the best surprise I could ask for. We have to think of some dates to go on.” 

“We’ll go on all the dates - every one of them!” Kuroo said. “But first, we have some celebrating to do.”

The man goes from awkward to seductive in one sentence - it was impressive. 

“Oh, do we?” 

“Of course we do,” he insisted, pulling you closer to him. “Remember last night, when I told you all about how today I’d do whatever you asked me to do?” 

His lips trailed up your neck as he waited for your response. 

“I remember,” you said, thinking about that exact conversation he was referring to. The one where he said he’d give you anything and everything you wanted - with no holding back, and most importantly: no teasing. 

“Well… that starts now, baby. So, what do you want me to do?” 

It was hard to think with his tantalizing lips tickling your skin - but you’d been thinking about what you’d ask him for all day, and there was no way in hell you’d pass on this opportunity. 

“You could start by carrying me to the bed,” you giggled, running your fingers through his hair. 

“Of course,” he smirked. “I planned on doing that, you know.” 

With that he scooped you up and made the short walk to your bedroom. He was really fitting the gentlemen’s role - until he literally dropped you on the bed. 

“Kuroo,” you groaned, only causing him to laugh at you. 

“Isn’t this fun?” he asked with a wide smile, crawling onto the bed, hovering over you. 

“Being dropped isn’t fun,” you reply. 

“Well tell me what I can do to give you a good time, baby girl. I’ve gotta make sure my girl has fun on her birthday, don’t I?” 

“It’s what I’ve been waiting for all day,” you confidently admit. 

“Me too,” he agrees. He gets comfortable, holding himself over you with his muscular arms - the view from where you were laying was enough to make you drool. The man was biting his lip with a smirk, his wild hair was pushed away from his face, and the stare he was sending you was intense. And to make things all the more overwhelming - this hot, sexy man hovering over you was asking you to instruct him on what to do to you. 

��Tell me what to do, baby. I’ll do anything for you.” 

This had to be every straight girl’s wet dream - and here it was, happening right in front of you. 

You had free reign - and you knew just what you wanted. It may be simple, and Kuroo may attempt to tease you for it, but you didn’t care. 

“Eat me out,” you said - attempting to not feel embarrassed at the words you were saying. 

Hearing you say that turned Kuroo on more than he thought it would - he wouldn’t dare put up a fight right now. 

So without another word, he trailed down your body to do as you asked him to, stripping you as he went. 

His mouth fit against your body as if the two were made for each other; he wasted no time doing exactly what you asked, his eyes pointed up to your face the entire time. 

And you were living; so often you’re teased with feather light touches and soft kisses as he mocked you with his seductive words and dominant attitude, but not this time. 

Right now, Kuroo had one goal in mind: to make you feel good. He’d pull out all the tricks to make your chest rise and fall rapidly, to cause his name to spill from your lips, to get your hands harshly tugging on his hair. 

Much to his pleasure, all of those things were happening now as his tongue was dancing along your clit. You couldn’t tell, but he was tracing the letters of his first name - he had no other way to announce his ownership of you, so this would have to do. And he was rubbing your thighs gently as he pleasured you - your thighs which were resting on his shoulders. 

He was comfortable between your legs, undeniably so. The weight of your legs, the heat of your body, the taste of your wetness that was spilling onto his chin - he loved it, all of it. Naturally, Kuroo was in his element. 

And your mind was spinning - he was only between your legs touching your lower half, but you felt him everywhere. You almost couldn’t handle so much direct pleasure - you were coping by squeezing your eyes shut, arching your back, tightly gripping Kuroo’s dark hair with your hand. 

But somehow, you still wanted more. You were convinced you could handle it. 

“Tetsurou…” 

“Hm?” 

“Use your fingers,” you requested, causing him to chuckle against you. “Finger fuck me, Tetsu.” 

He had no idea when you developed such a dirty mouth - but it was such a turn on. He’d have to ask you to boss him around more often. 

And of course he complied with your demand - how could he say no to you, asking so nicely? 

With a deep, scratchy voice, he mumbled, “Anything for my girl,” before pushing two fingers into you, curling them just how he knew you’d like. His tongue got back to work as well. 

That’s exactly what you needed - you couldn’t get over how amazing it felt. The pressure from the pleasure he was giving you was starting to build up; with every second that passed, you felt better and better. 

That pleasure was spreading through your body; fluttering in your stomach, tearing up in your eyes, glazing sweat all over. You knew you’d come undone soon - but you didn’t think about that. You just wanted to feel this pleasure, which was being directly caused by the man you loved so much, and let your orgasm come when it wanted to. 

Kuroo saw it coming before you did; he didn’t think it was possible for you to get any tighter, warmer, wetter but he was wrong - as your moans got louder, your body was telling him that it was about to cum. 

So he sped up everything - the letters he was tracing into your skin turned to scribbles. His fingers stayed in their place inside you, the only movement coming in the form of him curving them back and forth. 

And it’s because of that you came - hard, strong, powerful, every other word of the sort. 

Everything went white. The only thing anchoring you to Earth was the man between your legs - he was the one who sent you flying into that out of body experience, while being the only one who could keep you steady. And you praised him with long moans, chants of his name that were music to his ears. It’s the only reward Kuroo needed.

Your cries caused Kuroo to feel some type of euphoria at the same time - he isn’t sure if he came with you, aching and untouched, but at the moment he didn’t care to know the difference. He was moaning with you, he was throbbing in pleasure and want and need, but he didn’t stop his ministrations for even a second. 

Not until your body relaxed, your moans quieted down, your tight grip on his hair loosened did he even think about stopping. He slowed down his movements, savoring your taste and heat for those final seconds before pulling away. 

But he didn’t go far - he pressed firm kisses to your throbbing sex while you gasped and moaned in response. 

You were left reeling in the after effects of your orgasm as he continued kissing you, mumbling sweet words of affection to help you relax. 

“Such a good girl,” he murmured. “Happy birthday, baby. You’re so, so good for me.” 

While you were busy attempting to catch your breath, he pushed himself up and off of you for just a second; only long enough to pull off his t-shirt, wipe his face with it, and then lay back down on top of you. His head rested on your stomach and he cuddled into you, waiting for you to speak. 

He was still throbbing in his pants - which were uncomfortably sticky and wet, apparently from cum - apparently he did cum along with you. He couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. 

“What?” you asked curiously. 

“That was so hot,” he started, looking up at you, “that I came in my pants.” 

Your face flooded red at the thought, “really?” 

“Yeah,” he laughed. 

“...that’s kinda hot,” you told him, laughing along with him. 

“So I shouldn’t be embarrassed, then? That’s good to know.” 

With that he sat up completely, pushing himself up to face you so he could kiss your lips a few times. “Happy birthday!” he said a final time, with a wide smile and a couple more kisses. “I think this is what I wanna do for my birthday, too.” 

[aqours-remade]

Thoughts on Pillowfort so far.

I’ll do more posts when the site finally stops crapping all over the bed and works but here’s my analysis so far.

I won’t lie, I discovered tumblr when I was 18 specifically for RPing, so that does to an extent make up a big aspect of my thoughts, and I want to share it with both people who intend to be regular users and roleplayers in general.

Good aspects of pillowfort:

Community system is a feature not given by tumblr or twitter, and in an era where forums are becoming more of a niche if this takes off you’ll be able to experience forum-based interaction in addition to everything else.

Community system also gives a place to users who don’t like interacting with people heavily and so publicly like twitter and tumblr a place to use the site even if their blog itself is relatively untouched.

When you delete an OP post it deletes it from everyone else’s blog too. So if something goes bad with a post or you get embarrassed, blam! Its gone everywhere. Of course, this also means we might lose some good posts now and then...

Able to make reblogs and stuff private like on twitter.

Pillowfort’s TOS protects your intellectual property as an artist.

Built-in blocklist.

You can export your blog to your new pillowfort account.

ToS regarding harassing, callouts, mob mentality and the like specifically exists to oppress kinblr for the most part is very fair and reasonable and is specifically designed to keep the site relatively drama-free and actively punishing those who create lots of problems. People who do not like the drama associated with this website or the feeling of screwing up will be relieved by that.

When it works, the actual system for styling your post basically already has absolutely everything you could already want:

Bad aspects of pillowfort:

THE SITE DOESN’T FUCKING WORK YET YOU CAN’T USE THE WEBSITE IN ITS CURRENT STATE WITHOUT IT CRAPPING OUT EVERY 10 SECONDS.

I’m not saying that to be sarcastic or anything I genuinely cannot recommend the site in its current state until pillowfort’s team can stabilize the servers. As it is I can only recommend it if you’re determined to snag a good canon url now. It has a small anime community (rn its mostly Marvel) and not too much of a gaming community yet so... if it does take off now’s your chance to snag one-word name urls and just kinda bide your time until its actually functioning, that’s certainly an idea. I’m very happy I was able to get the dream url there that I wasn’t able to get here... but with the site Error 500ing me so much I can’t really use it.

We‘re still not 100% what the NSFW situation actually is, as the TOS is vague and there are conflicting beliefs about what .io’s policy on NSFW actually is. If you’re coming SPECIFICALLY because of the NSFW ban that’s going to be implemented I would encourage you to wait until we have 100% confirmation. Personally I like it already enough even if tumblr were to reverse the situation I think I’d use this place. I think Pillowfort really needs to come clear about this very soon, because if they don’t and people learn that “oh we can’t host NSFW after all,” despite claiming it a lot of people are gonna want their money back or at least wait until its free to use. The general belief is that as long as you don’t post NSFW in tags that doesn’t belong (like porn in #gardening) then it should be fine... so they say. We really need pillowfort to address people’s concerns, even though I think it’ll be fine, as this is a major reason why people are considering the move. The staff of pillowfort have said on twitter that they are in the process of finding a new domain. As such, as of this moment, pillowfort does not allow for nsfw. However, it will in the future. The best thing to do is be patient until then, I think the goods outweight hte bads.

Even though it’ll go away in 2019 you kinda. Gotta pay to use it right now. That’s kind of a thing.

No sideblog feature nor do I believe its planned, but I do believe the pillowfort team wants a system like the twitter app to quickly switch between full blogs.

While some people might consider this a plus, being able to add onto a post with text or photos has been a staple of both tumblr and twitter since the beginning. I see this changing as a major factor of whether or not people make the big move.

MCU, Detroit Become Human, Supernatural, and apparently hockey (and maybe Overwatch?) are the only big fandoms right now. While that already appeals to a lot of people, those of us into anime and the like have relatively few blogs from what we’ve seen. While this might change as time goes on, at least for the time being, anime and video game bloggers aren’t gonna have a lot for us. On the other hand, though? This also gives you the opportunity to make your claim as a fandom content creator.

Inability to make Communities private (right now) leaves that at potential risks of being raided.

(Minor) No custom themes it looks like, but that might be fore the better in the same vain? In your blog desc you can still link to other sites so now might be a good time to get used to listography instead of relying on custom links. To an extent you can control the colors of your blog though. Some people who hate eye-strainy themes on here or autodirect themes might actually find this a plus.

(Minor/Niche) Blogs themselves are bad for RPing if you’re into that. The forums however seem to provide an adequate place for forum-based RPing. But this would also make forum administrators responsible for upholding standards like “not jumping into other people’s RPs” and basic RP etiquette we have here. And forum-based rping would make finding RP partners outside of tags like #anime rp, #indie rp, etc to find people’s promos easier, depending on which becomes more popular. Even if you can add onto posts if you can’t trim the posts like we can on here (ty x-kit) it’d result in extremely long threads that would clog the dashboard significantly. I personally HIGHLY doubt the ability to edit other people’s posts or cut out replies will ever be a thing, so chances are RPing on pillowfort are gonna be Community-oriented and not on dash. At most people will make IC posts meant to be replied to and the like and headcanon memes while keeping actually threading in Communities, which will very well rely on the Community itself to be Not Shit.

Lacks instant messaging in its current state.

Despite the fact the bad really outweighs the good... I liked what little I could do. It genuinely feels like the only “true” tumblr alternative out there, even though its in beta. I just can’t really say much until the servers stabilize. This website is still in beta, so of course it has a lot of issues to work out, and of course it doesn’t have all the features this 11+ year old website has. I’m just stating these so people who are making the move who used this as their main website are aware of that.

I’m very excited to see this website grow, though!

[paganinpurple]

Be Careful What You Wish For - Ch 4

Will write for coffee

This chapter was commissioned by the lovely Simply_Zerah from AO3 who I would totally tag but I’m not yet 100% sure if they have the same Tumblr URL lol

Enjoy!

Adrien and Nino find themselves in an alternate timeline where Hawkmoth never attacked and so the Miraculous heroes were never chosen. Just how much has changed in this universe? And how will they find their way back?

AO3

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7

A shadow sat atop the Parisian rooftops, the Place de Vosges a less than ideal perch for one attempting to stay hidden, but Chat had never been very good at sticking to a low profile.

His baton open in front of him, he was zoomed in on the windows of the Agreste mansion, checking them one by one, vainly attempting to catch sight of the person he hadn’t seen in years. The one he desperately wanted to lay eyes upon again.

He sighed despondently as he desperately tried to merge together the picture he had in his mind’s eye of his mother -warm and sweet with such a lovely youthful face- with the one Marinette had shown him pictures and video clips of. It had been obvious to him that she would look so much older now, that was just to be expected after fourteen years. Although she had aged gracefully, the lines on her face, and the distinguished streaks of grey were still apparent. But that wasn’t what had unsettled him.

From the pictures and videos he had seen, she rarely seemed to smile anymore -or at least not the way he remembered it. In his memory there was a wonderful light to her, a glow which lit up the entire room she was in whenever she graced someone or something with her radiance. In the past, she had always shown warmth with her whole face, expelling pure joy and love when she did. Her photographs now seemed to consist solely of modelling expressions, her head held high and face blank -aloof and unattainable. The video interviews he had watched showed her smiling at reporters and other fashion icons, but the look almost had a calculated and almost wrong look to it. The sweetness seemed false and her face held none of the energy he remembered. The smile never reached her eyes.

She looked almost tired.

There was a soft thud beside him, and it was so recognisable that Chat never even took his eyes from his baton screen as he continued to cycle through the windows. “Thought I’d find you here,” said Carapace as he settled himself on the tiles below, “Any luck?”

“Nope. No sign of her or my dad,” he said with a sigh, “Though if you check out my old bedroom, you’ll see yours truly.”

Carapace’s head lifted abruptly in shock. “Really?” he asked, lifting his finger to tap the side of his goggles as he too zoomed in on the mansion windows. A few seconds of silence passed as Carapace adjusted his focus until he finally spotted the figure slumped over on his front on the white couch, having apparently dozed off while watching TV.

“Wow,” he told Chat with a sarcastic snort, “Attractive.”

One of alternate Adrien’s arms had clearly been thrown over his forehead before he rolled over onto his stomach and was currently lodged between him and the couch awkwardly. His shirt sleeve was sure to leave strange lines on his face when he finally moved. He had also managed to wiggle his knees beneath him so that his butt stuck up in the air and, of course, he was drooling, the light from the television making the moisture glisten so it stood out even from this distance.

Chat sniggered despite his dark mood. It had been unsettling at first -to spot himself- and it had only added to his list of things to freak out about internally. As it turned out, it wasn’t the same as seeing an advertisement or an interview like had often happened years ago, because he was too actively aware that this was another living version of himself. But he had to admit, Marinette was right when she told him he looked utterly ridiculous while he slept. Why did she always have to be right about the embarrassing things?

The picture on his baton screen cut out unexpectedly and a harsh ringing tone sounded on it, startling a yowl from him. It only took a second for him to calm himself, one hand on his chest to try to slow his thumping heartbeat, before he raised an eyebrow at Carapace. He recognised the number showing on the display and he knew there was only one way that number would have known how to contact his baton. “She’s always been better at getting you out of your own head than me, dude,” the other hero said with a small smile he noted was laced with sadness, before he leapt to the edge of the row of buildings in order to afford Chat some privacy.

Taking a deep breath and screwing his green eyes tight shut for a moment, he exhaled deeply before finally pressing the button to answer the incoming call. “Hello?”

“Um, Hi…Adrien?”

His chest ached horribly at her hesitance. She even sounded unsure about a simple phone conversation. “Yeah, it’s me.”

“Nino said you might need to talk to someone,” she said, a hint of trepidation in her voice, “He…he seemed to think…that it should be me.” A pregnant pause followed and Chat remained silent for a moment as he considered how to talk to her. Normally he would spill out everything to Marinette -every painful and ugly thought that briefly passed through his mind, but that wasn’t what people did to someone who barely knew them. And this particular Marinette wasn’t likely to know how to deal with his rants, because she was in fact a stranger to him.

“I…miss you,” was what finally fell between the empty ends of the line.

“Well, um, I guess I get that you kind of do, even though I’m right here because actually I’m not. I mean, I might be me but I’m not your me if you know what I mean, and I guess you do ’cause that must be all you’ve had to think about since you got here. I must be so different and after all you love me-”

There was a muffled squeak as she pulled the receiver away from her face and he heard the distant remains of “Ohmygod did I really just say that?!” as she panicked. “Anyway, what I mean is,” she said, returning to her rambling, “how are you- Uh, Adrien are you okay?”

He absolutely wasn’t okay, he was far too busy trying to keep the volume of his laughter at a minimum so that he wouldn’t alert any of the Parisians in the park below to his presence. Tears began to stream down his face as he shook in utter mirth. He sobered up a little when he heard a hum of disapproval from her end of the connection but continued to break out into little giggles as he spoke.

“You’re not that different,” he told her, stopping momentarily to give a snort as he tried to repress another wave of laughter, “you still ramble when you’re flustered.”

“Oh.” She sounded a bit embarrassed and he could almost imagine the blush dusted across the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be.” Her refused to let her spiral into self-doubt right now. Not when he was finally feeling somewhat human again. “I think it’s funny when you do that. It’s…cute.”

“Oh!” Now she really sounded embarrassed.

“Honestly, I think it helped. Things are different here. But…you’re still you.”

She remained quiet and if it wasn’t for the whisper of breath his hearing detected on the other end, he would have thought she’d hung up or left.

He wiped away a remaining tear from the corner of his eye. “Thanks, Mari,” he said, and he couldn’t have held back the affection in his voice if he tried, “I’ll be back soon. I’ll see if I can pick up some peppermint hot chocolate on the way, though I might need to send Nino to get it, so I don’t get recognised.”

It was her favourite drink on chilly nights or when she was in desperate need of extra comfort of some kind and he expected her to comment on that, but she didn’t. “It’s going to be okay, Adrien,” she said, “You’re going to fix things.”

“See you soon, My Lady.” He ended the call a moment later, a hint of a blush on his face from his automatic use of the pet name he’d always used for her. She hadn’t said anything or spluttered at it, and that just made the dusting of pink across his cheeks intensify.

Just as he was moving to depart, Carapace reappeared, landing beside him once again. “Dude,” he said, shaking Chat’s shoulder as he did and pointing at the same window he had been trained on for the past few hours, “There’s something floating above Other-Adrien’s head. Take a look.”

Opening his baton again, he zoomed in on his alternate self’s sleeping form, narrowing his eyes as he tried desperately to focus on the tiny blue blur moving around him rapidly. The thing slowed for a moment to land on the golden tresses beneath it and Chat gasped.

“Is that a Kwami?” he asked.

Will write for coffee

[noplotnostory]

Test to see if I still can...

A NSFWednesday Monsters in Mythology

So, I’m working on my first ever skelesmut, and I wanted to make sure that the proper skeledick was used in this fic. I ended up going with the most common type of skeledick utilized in UnderTale skelesmut, but this was still a fun topic, so here’s a Monsters in Mythology about it.

Now the reason why this is a Monsters in Mythology instead of a normal NSFWednesday post is actually related to a prior Monsters in Mythology about my favored theory on the nature/origins of the skelebros. Specifically, that they are, in fact, spartae. Or spartoi. Again, the spelling varies from source to source...

But the point is that they are identified as both men and skeletons. Literary sources lean more towards the “man” thing, but visual depictions of spartae/oi are almost always skeletal.

Now this could be because Ancient Greek storytellers had a bit of a bias regarding the “default state of being” as Overly Sarcastic Productions points out in her Trope Talk video about Manly Men (the relevant information here being that much like “white straight male” has been considered the default character template for much of Western Literary History, the default character template in much of Ancient Greek literature was usually “Greek bisexual male”), so describing the spartae/oi as “men” might have been an assumption, especially after they demonstrated aptitude in combat, participated in the founding of a city and began to breed with humans.

Or it could mean they had visible genitalia.

I mean, both skelebros have features that make them clearly not-human-skeletons, so why not?

There’s even precedent for this in animal biology. I didn’t actually know about this until I stumbled upon an article on Cracked.com titled “5 Ways Evolution Designed Your Body To Be Awesome At Sex” and read the final item on the list. Apparently, most male mammals actually have a bone in their penis known as the baculum (have fun writing Sans pun with that), and since there’s a significant amount of monsters with animal features and quite a few have sort of mix-and-matched features, we can’t rule out the possibility of the skelebros having some skeletal features that resemble other species more than the human skeleton. Since this bone basically makes it impossible to not have a boner (unless magic skeleboners can move? Somehow? I’m no expert on this, I’m just trying to get people thinking about all the options) it does make how clothes fit a little questionable, but they were already skeletons so Sans clearly is wearing a belt or has a drawstring or elastic band in his shorts if he’s not actively using gravity magic to hold them up? Whatever. How skeletons wear clothes is a subject I just don’t feel ready to tackle in depth.

Moving away from the “All Bone” possibilities but not quite entering the “ectojunk” category yet...ok, I’ll level with you, the basic idea of this post and several links for reference (which have been supplied thus far, as I believe in providing sources) have been sitting in my drafts for a while. As a result, there are currently two reasons why this section isn’t happening the way I was hoping it would.

Reason One: The Tumblr Purge.

While text posts are still allowed (maybe?), fanart blogs have taken a hit and some have been removed entirely. This includes a blog that had gone by the URL “rexphilia”. I had only discovered this blog and it’s fanart shortly before I even heard about the then-upcoming purge and gotten sick almost immediately after. Between my preoccupation with my own posts, the ongoing conflict between myself and the dreaded season known as winter, and the fact that I had known about this blog and had gathered (now useless) links to include in this post for less than a day before setting this whole thing aside in my drafts to focus on other things, I have no clue where to find this artist, now and therefore am unable link anything to credit them or provide screenshots for reference. Best I can do is provide the name I know them by (rexphilia) and describe what I can remember about their fanart. Which is, coincidentally enough, the thing that I wanted to reference in this post to begin with: Their skeledick design.

Rexphilia’s depiction of skeledick (both Papyrus’s and Sans’s) was black with white rib-like ridges that kind of remind me of the rib-like decor on the jacket of Ghost Lewis from Mystery Skulls Animated know that I’m actually reading that description and was that the inspiration for the design? Was Rexphilia a fan of MSA? Or am I remembering the placement/shape of the ridges wrong because I watched a video reviewing MSA earlier today? OH, CHEESE, I DO NOT WANT TO THINK ABOUT LEWIS’S GHOST DICK! NEXT PARAGRAPH! NEXT PARAGRAPH!

Reason Two: My memory capacity (or lack thereof).

Ok, so I could have sworn for the longest time that I had at one point read a fic where Sans had a black skeledick, sans the white stuff. I also could have sworn for the longest time that the fic in question was puppehgal’s oneshot “The After Show”. But rereading that fic’s description of skeledick leaves me...conflicted... Don’t get me wrong, it’s still a very interesting and unique depiction of skeledick (and skelebro anatomy in general) and the fic itself is still something I would readily recommend to fellow fans of Sans/Reader smut, despite not being tagged as such (it’s told through the perspective of an “Anonymous Human Female” who is referred to in the second person throughout), but this particular skeledick could be interpreted as a visually distinct variation of ectodick instead of a permadick, depending on how much control Sans has over that magical webbing. Since this is a oneshot of what is tagged as a One Night Stand, neither the human character experiencing all this nor the readers enjoying the written version have the context to know either way.

If everything had gone as planned, the Non-Bone Permadick section would have contained an accurate description of rexphilia’s depictions, links to fanart containing said depictions, and a linked mention of “The After Show” that isn’t wishy-washy on whether or not the skeledick presented in said fic is, in fact, a permanent feature of Sans’s anatomy. It would have been glorious.

Now for the fandom’s most prevalent version of skeledick: Ectogenitalia.

I’m not going to bother linking anything because there are so many fanfics and fanart with this particular type of skeledick, it would be kind of pointless. You probably know what I’m talking about, anyways, if you’re reading this post.

There’s a reason this option is the most popular: Depending on your personal interpretation, ectojunk can be a free pass to give the skelebros any type of genitalia their partner (or the content creator) desires. If ectojunk is naturally customizable and the skelebro attached to and/or summoning said ectojunk has sufficient control over his magic in intimate situations, he can have male parts, female parts, change the size and shape of said parts, move or alter said parts while maintaining a position or motion in which the movement or alteration of said parts would probably catch someone off-guard, and possibly, maybe, depending on who you ask, be detachable for long-distance use.

Unless you just want to experiment with other headcanons or aesthetics, color seems to be the only potential problem.

In most depictions, Papyrus’s ectowhatever is always orange and Sans’s is always blue, because these color schemes are the Commonly Accepted Fanon, but there are people who have other theories on what color the magic forming the skeledick ought to be.

This is totally fine. My dear friend @popatochisssp is one of those people and her smut is so delicious that I’ve praised it in three different NSFWednesdays and her reasoning for the magic color she uses totally fits with her headcanons concerning the skelebros and her portrayals of them in said fics.

But people that aren’t decided on their headcanons on what the color should be are left with uncertainty. Since I’m one of those people, I guess I’ll just avoid mentioning the color completely.

@ladyarkytiorofdunans

[thepencilnerd]

- 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐞 - 5

➳ Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

➳ Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

➳ Summary: AU! After taking a gap year from college to pay for your tuition, you felt like your life was finally back on track—until you met him. What happens when life doesn’t go the way you intended it to? What happens when you find out that your anchor is just as broken as you are?

➳ Genre: AU, fluff, angst, friends to lovers

➳ Word Count: 3.4k

➳ Warnings: Swearing, heavy angst, mentions of familial problems/abandonement

♪ Older- Sasha Sloan

a/n: Masterlist & links to other parts can be found @ my main URL because links are apparently broken :( || longer chapter—and so much fluff, who am I... 

“How many marshmallows?” Jaebum asked. I was distracted by the pink and purple sunset that streaked the sky. We were currently at the on-campus café and were able to grab the last table with a window view. 

“Four, please,” I grinned widely, squinting as I rubbed my nose at the overflowing aroma of coffee, cocoa, and spice that encased the room. Plopping four jumbo marshmallows into both mugs, I clapped my hands like a toddler out of excitement before skipping back to our table. 

Sitting down, I rubbed my hands eagerly and thanked him for the treat. “Thanks, Jaebum.” 

As he blew away rising steam across his cup, he raised his eyes up to me before smiling in return. “Don’t thank me yet,” he said with a wink, sipping his drink. 

Tilting my head to the side and furrowing my brows, I scowled, wondering what else he had up his sleeve. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Are you doing anything tonight?” he replied, ignoring my question and replying with another question. 

“Why?” I retorted dryly as I sipped on my mug, eyes still narrowed at his possible motives. 

“We’re going to the pier,” he hummed cheekily. 

My eyes grew to the size of baseballs and I nearly choked on a marshmallow. “Wh—wh—what? The pier?” 

“They have the winter arcade set up,” he noted. “It’ll be fun.”

Coughing, I stared at him with a deadpanned expression and tried to come up with any excuse I could. “It’s freezing and I have an essay to write.”

“Bull and shit,” he trilled sing-song voice while chewing on a marshmallow. 

“I do!” I insisted. 

“Mhm.” I couldn’t get anything past this guy, could I? 

“How do you know I don’t have an essay worth 30% of my grade Mr. Psychic?” I speculated, leaning in and giving him the best impression of an interrogation stare I could, but failing miserably. He leaned in close so that I was able to notice features on his face I hadn’t seen before, including the two moles on his eyelid I originally thought were piercings. 

“It’s 75° degrees outside, and if you were telling the truth, you would have said yeah when I asked you if you were busy tonight,” he winked. 

Pressing my lips into a forced smile and squinting my eyes at him, I refrained from flicking his forehead in the middle of a public place. Reminding myself to punish him later, I shut the profanities that threatened to escape my mouth by chugging what was left of my cocoa.

“The pier’s not even that fun...” I sulked. 

“It’s fun if you go with a fun person,” he replied with a toothy grin while shooting me a wink.

Cheeky little shit. Biting the inside of my cheek, I shrugged. “How are we getting there? I don’t have a car, and I’m pretty sure you don’t either.” Gulping down the last of his melted marshmallows, he bore a charming smirk and waited patiently for me to finish my drink. 

“Oh—I almost forgot,” he exclaimed as his hands reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Switching on the front-facing camera, he flashed a bright smile while forming his hands into a peace sign and quickly snapped a photo of us. 

“What the hell was that—” I coughed, caught off guard at his sudden photobomb. 

“Our first official hangout as friends,” he stated as if it were an obvious fact. I was appalled. How could someone be this–bold? 

“Do you get embarrassed?” I asked out of genuine curiosity as I leaned closer to him to study any facial ticks. 

The edges of his lips curled into a childlike smirk as he rested his elbow on the table and placed his chin on his hand. “Honest answer or the one that’ll make you feel better?” 

Blinking widely, my jaw dropped at his audacity to use my own comeback against me. “H-honest. Honest answer.” Cheeky little shit.

“Just around you,” he murmured, emphasizing all three words. Not realizing until after he said it how close he had moved to me, his breath fanned on my neck and I almost kicked him from under the table. Trying to change the subject, I lightly smacked him on the shoulder to knock some sense into him and made him retreat sheepishly back to his seat. 

“So how are we getting there?” I sighed, giving in to his plans for the night. His face lit up at my surrender and beamed brightly. Suddenly, he got up from his seat and dashed outside with both of our bags. 

“Hey!” I shouted, returning the mugs to the pick-up counter and thanking the barista, I ran as quickly as my legs could carry me. Once outside, I looked around like a lost puppy as I tried to find any signs of Jaebum and scoffed at the prospect of him actually ditching me.

“Boo,” a voice whispered from behind me, grunting as he earned an elbow to the stomach. 

“What the fuck, Jaebum?!” I swore, clutching my hand over my chest to check my heartbeat; a habit I picked up over the years due to my particularly jumpy personality. 

“Sorry,” he chuckled while gripping his stomach. “The opportunity just presented itself.” 

“I thought you ditched me,” I grumbled under my breath, my hand still pressed firmly on my chest. 

Looking up momentarily, his lip quirked into a pressed grin, clearly trying to hold back a giggle. “Why’d you run out so quickly?” 

“You just left without me-” I caught myself by my tongue and stopped mid-sentence. Why did it matter whether he left with or without you? “Because you had my stuff. M- my bag.” 

“I just wanted to test out a theory,” he assured, flashing me a gummy smile this time. Swinging his arm over my shoulders, he dragged me across the parking lot and into the motorcycle sanctioned area where I silently began praying to the devil that this was just another prank. 

“No.” Counting the number of times in my life that I had denied or rejected the idea of something, there was never a sterner or more instantaneous refusal than this. “No,” I repeated, this time letting a scoff of disbelief slip out. 

“So Y/N isn’t a fearless fire-eating dragon after all.” Jaebum’s face resembled a child who had taken the opportunity to say ‘I told you so’ to their own parents. 

“Ha ha,” I deadpanned sarcastically. “You’re hilarious, Jaebum. One for thinking that I’m actually fearless and two for thinking that I’m actually going on that—demon.” 

“It’s not a demon,” he mocked, holding back his laughter while he patted the top of the seat as if it were a dog’s tummy. “It’s a Suzuki and I am a very capable driver.” 

“Do you honestly think that I’m getting on that thing?” I huffed with my arms crossed and feet planted firmly on the ground. 

“Please?” he asked quietly. With his lips pursed in a small pout and eyebrows frowned sadly, I felt my heart beat faster and chest get heavier with each passing second. 

“No-” I refused again but was cut off by Jaebum’s hands holding mine.

“Please?” he pleaded again, squeezing my hands tightly.

His hands are warm...

“Fine!” the word coming out of my mouth by accident as a desperate attempt to get him to let go of my hands by whatever means possible. Snatching my hands away from his, the cold returned as I rubbed them together and tried to warm them up again. 

Jaebum’s face was beaming again. Handing me his extra helmet, (how he got an extra one of those expensive things, I will never know) he sat on the bike comfortably and patted the back seat, urging me to sit behind him. Swallowing the lump that had built in my throat, I told myself that it was just another day to step out of my comfort zone. Right?

Thinking of what people did in the movies, I wrapped my arms around his waist but tried to keep my body from touching his; physical contact was the just one of the few things on my list of top ten fears. He glanced back at me quickly and I could’ve sworn I saw a grin, but before I could confirm his face behind the helmet visor, he revved the engine and took off. Being the unsuspecting and unprepared passenger, I was thrown forward as my body flung onto Jaebum’s back, making my efforts of maintaining a space bubble futile.

Clutching onto him for dear life with my eyes shut tightly as he sped through traffic and onto the highway, I somehow built enough courage to open my eyes and admire the passing view. The sunset was still streaked with cool tones of purple, warm shades of orange, and vivid hues of pink, making the current season of winter seem nonexistent.

Due to the serene view, I felt grip around Jaebum slowly relax so that I was now leaning comfortably against him, but arms still wound tight so that I wouldn’t drop, tuck and roll into the pavement. 

Magnetized by the flying colors as we sped down the road that led to the beach, the salty air of the ocean and the cool breeze began to flood my senses. Although I was never fond of the briny smell and I hated the aftereffects of sand getting stuck everywhere, the combination of the scenery and refreshing air made it inviting, marking it as the first enjoyable time I’ve ever had by the beach. 

At the stoplight before the entrance, I looked forward and saw that Jaebum’s head was turned around to see me. Heat rose to my cheeks as soon as I caught him, but he immediately snapped out of his light daze as he turned into the parking lot. Parking the mechanical nightmare of a demon, I unwrapped my arms from his waist sheepishly, not realizing that I had virtually been hugging him for half of the ride like a koala bear. 

“You okay?” he asked sincerely, holding out his hand to help me off the bike. 

Nodding my head, I handed him the helmet. “It wasn’t as terrible as I thought...” I hummed, hating how passive I was around him. How could I get mad at him for being nice? 

Smiling with contempt, he packed the helmets into their bags and stored them in the rental lockers. When I offered to pay the fee, he waved his hand and shook his head. “Consider today my treat.” With the click of the lock, he smiled proudly as we began walking to the pier.

“Did you really have to pay for the tickets?” Jaebum whined. We were walking down the bridge that led to the main rides and arcade, but he was still nagging at the fact that I had paid for our tickets at the entrance. 

“Should’ve handed him your card quicker,” I teased, sticking my tongue out and skipping to the arcade. “Come on slowpoke!” 

There were a couple things in the world that made me smile; flowers, rainy weather, cafés, old photographs, lights, and carnival arcades. Everything else that came afterward was secondary. 

“I didn’t know you were an arcade geek,” he chuckled deeply. For a second, I paused and felt my heart flutter when I admired his crinkled eyes, but dismissed the thought and ushered him to follow me through the brightly flashing room. 

Jaebum seemed captivated by my joyful and childish side that I’d never shown to anyone before, so far to the point that I don’t think anyone else knew it even existed. Between switching off to take turns for the games, I constantly felt his eyes glued to me like magnets, studying every single tick and quirk I let slip from my control. 

Repressing the urge to get annoyed and tell him to stop staring, I danced around like a giddy toddler whenever I beat him in a game and he did the same.  We didn’t refrain from giving each other back-handed compliments either. Exclaiming and jumping around like children, I couldn’t remember the last time I had laughed this much to the point of my stomach hurting and cheeks becoming sore.

It was already dark outside when Jaebum and I came out of the arcade and we were tired from all the energy spent while playing almost all of the games. I sucked at skeeball, whereas he beat me by 20 points; he was shit at the claw machine, but I managed to win him a plush bunny hat with attached paws. 

“Hotdogs or burgers?” I asked first, my hunger speaking for me like a ravenous bear that had just come out of hibernation. 

“Burgers,” he replied eagerly. Agreeing and finding the nearest burger shack, Jaebum was the one trailing my tail this time, catching up to me at the ordering counter. Ordering two double-cheeseburgers with fries and sodas, Jaebum slid his card swiftly across the machine before I could and shot me an innocent grin, sticking his tongue out playfully. 

Crinkling my nose and knitting my eyebrows at him, he also took the liberty of taking our order after it came out on the tray and finding a table by the window. Immediately after we sat down, I reached for a french fry but Jaebum got to it before me. 

“Excuse me—” my oncoming rant was interrupted by him dipping the fry into barbeque sauce and plopping it into my mouth, effectively shutting me up. Chewing begrudgingly with a light scowl, I gave up and gave into his babyish face. 

“Do you like roller coasters?” I asked in between devouring my burger. “Surely a bold and confident guy who rides a motorcycle wouldn’t be scared of a few loops, right?” 

Jaebum’s eyes widened at my question and cleared his throat. “No,” he replied. I think this was the first time I’d ever heard him say no. My raised eyebrows urged him to elaborate further. 

Letting out a nervous chuckle before he started to explain, he ran his hands through his hair and took a sip of his drink. “When I was 12, I went on a school field trip to an amusement park. I thought it would be fun with all the rides, games, and food, but I ended up getting stuck on one of the roller coasters in the middle of a loop and-” he paused, reliving the memory for a moment before shaking his head. “I just—I don’t do roller coasters.” Forcing his face into a smile to distract himself from thinking about it further, I saw discomfort flash across his face before fading quickly. 

Dipping a fry into barbeque sauce and shoving it into his agape mouth, he blinked out of his trance before breaking into light laughter. For the rest of dinner, I was surprised when I found myself opening up to Jaebum as we shared everything from our first time seeing snow all the way to our senior prank day in high school.  

“You teepeed your principal’s house?!” I gasped. “No freaking way.”

Eyes crinkling and lips contorting into a bright grin, Jaebum just nodded his head, insisting that he went through a phase during senior year. “The principal was an ass and I figured I’d give it one last hoorah with flying colors—or two-ply cotton.” 

Letting out a giggle, I shook my head and tried to envision a delinquent Jaebum running around the halls with cans of silly string and confetti poppers. The sun was still half-visible on the horizon and Jaebum and I had found a perfect place to sit on the dock after dinner. 

Brushing off the flecks of sand from my ankles, I narrowed my eyes lightheartedly at Jaebum, silently hexing him for convincing me to sprint across the shoreline in sneakers and jeans. He simply scowled back with a pouted grin. 

“So is this the point where I ask you cheesy questions and try to get to know you better?” I hummed while swinging my legs back and forth off the edge of the dock, leaning back onto my hands and as I waited patiently for his response.

“That would be too predictable, wouldn’t it?” He mirrored my body position as his weight shifted to his hands and he looked up towards the sky, reminding me of the first day I saw him on the field and on the roof. 

“What were you doing on the field that night?” my voice started, a tinge of anxiousness lacing my tone for the fear that I would be crossing his line of privacy. Closing his eyes slowly and breathing once before opening them, he directed his gaze to me and wore a pained smile. 

“Honest answer or the one that’ll make you feel better?” he swallowed, clearly pushing through his discomfort. Looking at him thoughtfully, my pensive face told him to continue.

Taking a breath and breathing out deeply, he bit the inside of his cheek. “I finished evening class early and tried to go up to the roof for some fresh air, but it was locked. I figured the empty field would be good enough.”

Examining his gaze that scanned across the rippling water, his face was as still as stone but still emitted a type of affliction and melancholy I couldn’t put my finger on. 

“Whenever I feel like I can’t think straight, I always go up to the roof and do that,” he explained, returning to his previous position of staring off into the sky. “It’s like splashing cold water on your face or smelling the rain. “It helps me—”

“Breathe,” I whispered. 

His breathing stilled for a moment before he continued. “My parents left me when I was 3.”

 I was taken aback at his sudden and personal confession. 

“My parents fought all the time,” he chuckled dryly. “It made me wonder if I was really the kid in the house or just a small adult. It was always loud; the T.V. turned up too high to cover their shouting, plates disappearing and showing up as shattered pieces all over the floor, and the number of times they packed up a suitcase and stayed at a relative’s house for days on end.”

Jaebum’s voice broke at the last sentence as his eyes watered and formed tears that threatened to spill. Scooting closer to him, I tried to come up with a way to comfort him, but all I could think to do was hold his hand firmly and give a reassuring squeeze whenever I saw his eyes glaze over. 

His hands were still warm.

What the hell are you doing? 

Tugging his lower lip in between his teeth, his lip trembled when he tried to force a grin, making me grip his hands tighter in mine. “I thought it was getting better. It had to be getting better. They hadn’t fought all week. Then I woke up one morning and they were gone.” 

Clenching his jaw before opening it and jutting his chin out, he scoffed and shook his head, tears now trailing down his cheeks. “You don’t have to tell me if it’s too much, Jaebum. It’s okay...”

With a restrained grimace, he tried opening his mouth a few times before lowering his head and sniffling. 

“I tell myself that if I look at the sky, they’ll hear me,” I murmured quietly, trying to fight the soreness in my throat as my fingertips now unconsciously began stroking the tops of his hands. “Rose petals too, since they were my mom’s favorite. They’re probably somewhere in the Bahamas right now—maybe Fiji.” A snort of disdain escaped past my lips. 

His warm hands were now holding mine and I noticed how snug they enveloped my smaller ones. We both looked up to see that the sun was finally beginning to fade as nightfall came. The silence that shadowed in the next few minutes signaled that honesty hour was concluded for the day.  

Watching the sun disappear along the ocean horizon was actually not as overrated as movies made them out to be. Shifting my gaze to Jaebum, he adjusted from his sitting position and lied down sideways so that his head was resting comfortably on my lap. 

He closed his eyes and eased his breathing, relaxing into my touch when my hands instinctively reached out to brush through his hair. 

Stop it.

“Don’t fall asleep for too long, okay?” I giggled softly, giving him a warm-hearted smile even though he couldn’t see it. Grinning at my laughter, he nestled his head closer to me, drifting into a light haze as my hands continued to stroke his hair and lull him to sleep. 

Even my conscience couldn’t fight back the melancholy wave that washed over me as I watched him doze off. Just friends. 

Right?” 

[bugheadfamily]

Bughead Family Discord Member Spotlight

This week the spotlight is on Cat ( @shibbycat ), our newest admin! Click the read more link below to get to know our member!

Spotlight by Mila, @jughead-jones | Graphic by Katie, @betty-cooper

Cat | @shibbycat

Name: Cat 

Age: I’m old enough to own a Sega Genesis bought in a store the year it was released, and yes. I still play it. 

Location: Northern Italy for the time being, but I’m prone to moving quite bit. 

Any other languages aside from English people can contact you in?: I can do some conversational Spanish, and I can have Eric (my husband) tell me what you’re saying in Russian.

Favourite Riverdale characters and ships?: What gave you the impression that I like Riverdale or its ships? JK. Shockingly, I’m all about that Bughead. ALL about it. I care about most of the characters & their successes/failures… with Betty, Jughead, Veronica & Cheryl in the lead. 

Favourite moments from S1 & S2?: Wow. Talk about a Sophie’s Choice. Here goes nothing. I legit yelled at my screen during The Look in 1x02, “omG. IT’S HAPPENING.” My childhood ship was exhumed. Best day. The dynamic between Jughead & FP in 1x07 rang particularly true to me. I also took away that Jughead talks about Jellybean like she’s his kid, not his sister. It guts me every single time. The end bit where Betty & Jughead walk away together really demonstrated how close they already were as a couple. Bonus for that being the scene where it clicks with Archie his two best friends were 5000% together, & their friendships was never going to be the same. It’s a small moment but I love it. Picking one thing from Season 2??? Co-Presidents. The absolute equality in their relationship was so perfectly on point here for me. The support and respect for one another was on display in blinking neon lights. WAIT. The hospital scene. I can’t leave it off. Jughead “I’ll never stop loving you” Jones almost gets murdered & only feels bad about not being there for Betty. All that matters to Betty is Jughead getting better. Plus, down-the-face kisses. I can’t with these two. 

What are your hopes for S3?: I’m really hoping to see more of a focus on the friendships. I want to see them all work together in general & specifically, to defeat Hiram. We got to see an entire season of Hiram doing nothing but succeeding in his various nefarious causes & successfully pitting Bughead/Varchie against one another. Seeing his takedown at the hands of those whose lives & relationships he thought destroyed as they’re instead working together? Yes. Very yes. I’m of course beyond stoked for the Bughead Detective Agency & them working/growing together in their relationship & lives. Some actual fun times would be great to see. Yano, ones that don’t end in someone getting murdered or going to jail.

Other fandoms you’re into?: Besides Riverdale, I only exist in lurker status (thanks anxiety!) for fandoms, but I lurk(ed) super hard in Harry Potter (Except that I’ve totally written terrible HP fic. Really happy no one’s going to read this to know that), Reylo, Doctor Who, & Sherlock.

What are some of your favourite movies/TV?: Besides the obvious, just about everything Disney touches owns my pocketbook, dedication & continued attention. Parks & Rec, The Office (both UK & US), Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Gilmore Girls, Doctor Who, Star Trek: TNG, & Sherlock are all shows I can watch on repeat. I’m not even going to start on non-Disney movies, because I’ll be here all day.

Favourite books?: This is literally the most difficult question to answer, because books are life. I’m going to keep it brief & say “Harry Potter.” They changed my life, they saved my life, & they’re always there to welcome me home.

Favourite bands/musicians?: Favorites are so hard. I like a little something from most genres of music, but I can never turn off classic Elton John, BSB (I had full plans to marry Kevin as an 11 year old), Linkin Park, John Williams, Lady GaGa, Guns n Roses, The Killers, or Queen. Big picture wise, I’m particularly attached to Classic Rock, practically anything 80s, late 90s/early 2000s pop (I still know all the choreo to Bye Bye Bye & Oops... I Did It Again), The Great American Songbook, classical music, popular songs converted classical arrangements, and I’m a sucker for 1960s/70s R&B/soul. Long story short, I make a lot of playlists. 

If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?: Harry Potter for sure. Wands which choose you. Broomsticks which get released like new car models. Owls which deliver mail anywhere. Portkeys/Apparating/Brooms/Floo powder making travel dirt cheap/free. Butterbeer & Pumpkin Juice. If it’s not clear, I’m really into Harry Potter. OH. I also did a HP LARP a few years ago in a Polish castle, & it was the greatest thing EVER. 

Favourite food?: Oh food. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Seriously. I travel around just to eat. Limiting to one kind? Mexican food. I could eat it everyday. 

Favourite season?: Fall/winter. First of all, I like to wear a GRIP of layers. I’m also a big fan of being lazy & putting a beanie on over my unstyled (often unbrushed) hair. I’m also VERY into Halloween & Christmas. I decorate for both with gusto. Christmas goes up in my house the same day it does at Disneyland: 10 November. I’m also obsessed with Christmas Markets. So many quality Halloween/Christmas films too! I have an entire list of mandatory watches every year. 

Favourite plant?: Really large sunflowers with the dark red/deep orange petals. Their seeds also demonstrate the Fibonacci sequence, and I’m a human who believes math is the most beautiful thing in the entire world. 

Favourite scent?: There’s something magical smelling about old books for me. I also really enjoy the way rain smells on dry pavement when it first starts falling.

Favourite colour?: It’s been purple ever since I learned how the Phoenicians made it when I was 9. 

Favourite animal?: Cats. All kinds & sizes...except Sphynxes. & unicorns. Are you a night owl, an early bird, or a vampire?: Night owl/early bird. The insomnia is strong with this one. 

Place you want to visit?: I’ve been lucky enough to check a lot of places off my “must see” list, but Madagascar is still a life goal. OH! & to visit every single Disney park around the world. 

Do you have pets? If you do, tell us a little about them: Ah! Something I LOVE talking about. I have 3 incredibly spoiled cat children who want to cuddle all the time. That’s right. Cat loves cats. They’re all rescues, Maine Coons, and little characters to be sure. Their names are Dorcas, Knick Knack, & Elmo. We’ve had Dorky for 10 years and Elmo & Knick Knack for 9 years. Knick Knack likes to walk on a leash & paws at the door for his walk. Dorcas plays fetch with toy mice, and Elmo likes to cuddle so hard Eric is genuinely worried I’ll be suffocated by his snuggles. 

Tell us a little about yourself?: My grandma once told me that I’ve always known exactly who I am, even as a child, and I’ve let that sense-of-self guide me (not always to greatness mind you) every day. I’m an introvert with fairly crippling anxiety & depression, and I simply don’t care who knows it. If me being upfront about it can help anyone, I’m happy to do it. I’m hypercritical of myself & what I put out into the world. Being frank, honest, and sarcastic are how I say “hello,” but I’m also a firm believer in “don’t say something rude just to say something rude.” Tact is key. Encouraging people to find their own happiness & fulfillment in life are things which bring me joy. Likewise, I’d do pretty much anything for a friend, & if there’s something I can do to help them/help someone in their journey to find happiness in life, I want to do it. Uuuummm, I laugh so hard I cry a lot, and my eyeliner runs. It always makes people think I’ve been crying for real & filled with emotions. It’s awkward. I guess I’m creative? I like woodworking, pyrography, crafting, and making nerd stuff through those mediums. 

Fun or weird fact about you?: I entered my wedding reception to “The Imperial March.” It’s safe to say I’ve been a wee bit obsessed with Star Wars for longer than my Sega Genesis is old.

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[this-darkness-light]

Barnyard

Pairing: Sam/Castiel, implied Dean/Lucifer Rating: Gen   Summary: Dean comes to Sam and Castiel with a very odd request. Word Count: 1,988 Warnings: none Tags: humor, borderline crack, farm au, I know nothing about farming, or chickens, please forgive me real farmers of the world

Written for the SPN AU/Trope Bingo Challenge.

Prompt filled: Farm!AU

Read on AO3!

Technically a companion piece to Cock-A-Doodle-Doo, but can be read alone.

Tagging: @brieflymaximumprincess @spnaubingo (I think this is the right URL for the challenge; please let me know if I’m wrong!)

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Sam’s kneeling in the dry, crumbly soil of the cornfield, troubleshooting the drip irrigation system when the guttural grumble of an engine and the crunch of gravel beneath heavy tires draw his attention from his work. He’d know the sound of that engine anywhere. It’s a very distinctive sound. Swiping his dirty hands on his jeans, he gets to his feet, wondering what Dean could want at — he glances up at the sky, shading his eyes from the harsh glare of the sun — four o’clock in the afternoon? Ish? He’s still practicing telling time by the sun’s position in the sky, but a sneak peek at his watch tells him he’s right on target.

Dean parks the Impala in front of the barn, a cloud of dust billowing behind the muscle car as it comes to a stop. Tucking his hands loosely in his jeans pockets, Sam saunters over, careful not to smoosh any of the tiny green sprouts pushing their way through the dry clods. “Hey, Dean,” he calls out as Dean hops out of the car and slams the door with a heavy thud. “What’s up?”

“Howdy, pardner.” Sam meets Dean’s shit-eating grin with a tight-lipped smile. That joke was old the first time his brother used it. Three years he’s been running this little organic farm with his husband, and Dean still isn’t through with the redneck farmer shtick. Sam, though, is one hundred percent done.

“What’s up?” he asks again, coming to a stop on the edge of the field. “Kinda busy right now.”

Dean waves a hand like he’s swatting away flies. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” Grimacing, he swipes a hand down his face, shifting his weight from foot to foot, then grunts. “All right. Listen, I need to borrow a chicken.”

Sam jerks his head back and squints at his older brother. That’s honestly the last thing he expected Dean to want. “A…a chicken? Like, a live chicken?” he asks just as the barn door creaks open. Castiel pokes his head through the crack, a bit of hay stuck in his dark hair, but as usual he seems oblivious.

“Hello, Dean,” he says somberly, like he’s welcoming his brother-in-law to a funeral and not their humble little farm. “I thought I heard your car. Is there something Sam and I can help you with?”

“He wants to borrow a chicken,” Sam says before Dean can answer.

Dean nods and grins, back to his usual I’m-so-awesome routine. “Just for the next day or so.”

Castiel tilts his head and stares at Sam. Sam just shrugs and holds up his palms. Hell if he knows what Dean’s on about.

Apparently deciding that this conversation is worth abandoning his chores in the barn, Castiel slips outside and ambles over to Sam, casually slipping an arm around his waist. “And why do you need to…borrow a chicken, Dean?” he asks evenly, for all the world like family members dropping by to borrow livestock is a normal, everyday occurrence.

Dean swipes his tongue along his upper teeth, making his lip bulge, then huffs. “Okay, look. I…kinda got myself into a situation at work.” Sam’s brows arch up at that. What kind of situation could a kindergarten teacher get into that would require a chicken?

When Dean doesn’t elaborate, Sam makes a give-me-more gesture. Deans just scuffs his fancy school shoes in the dirt and admires his socks. Sam shares another glance with Castiel, then clears his throat. “Look man, we aren’t giving you one of our chickens unless you tell us why you need it.”

Dean fidgets in place and fixes his gaze on Sam’s chin. “Aww, c’mon Sammy,” he tries. “It’s just one chicken.”

“Why do you need it, Dean?” Castiel asks, giving Sam’s side a squeeze. Sam gives him a small smile, thanking him for having his back even in something as small as this.

Dean fidgets some more, biting his lower lip, then grunts. Hands curling into fists at his sides, he finally looks them (or at least Sam) in the eye. “Okay, fine. I was…talking with Nick during recess and his kid interrupted us and heard something he shouldn’t have.”

Sam cocks a brow. “Dude. Could you be any more vague?” he asks sarcastically, ignoring the thing about Nick. He’s hassled and nagged Dean about making out with his boyfriend in the classroom, but all his warnings have fallen on deaf ears. Looks like karma’s come and kicked Dean in the ass though, which Sam can’t help but feel a little smug about.

Dean groans and throws up his hands. “Look man, just give me the goddamn chicken, okay? I promise I’ll bring it back tomorrow afternoon in the same condition you gave it to me.”

Castiel rubs the knuckles of his free hands under his chin and glances up at Sam, head slightly tilted. Should we indulge him? his gaze asks, leaving the final decision to Sam.

Sam presses his lips together in a small grimace. On the one hand, Dean is being awfully sketchy on why he wants to borrow one of their animals. On the other, it’s not like Dean to actually hurt an animal (unless he’s eating it for dinner, in which case it’s already dead, so).

After a moment’s consideration he decides, what the hell? and gives a short nod. “Any particular chicken you want?”

Dean slumps in relief, knees buckling, then catches himself and plasters the cocky grin back on his face. “You won’t regret it, Sammy,” he says. “Promise I won’t harm a feather on its head.”

Sam motions for him to follow them and leads them around the back of the barn where the free range chickens are pecking at the seed he scattered for them earlier this morning. The big gray and white rooster, Zachariah, struts around the yard, making a tok-tok-tok sound every time he finds a fresh pile of food, but the hens ignore him. They’ve found some already.

Dean immediately points at the rooster. “That one.”

Sam and Castiel share yet another look. Zachariah isn’t exactly friendly to anyone, even them. Sam’s the only one who can get near him without getting pecked to death. The one time Castiel tried to collect eggs from the hens, Zachariah chased him around the yard, cawing and nipping at his heels. He only escaped when Sam ran outside and threw a handful of chicken feed in the opposite direction, distracting Zachariah.

Wetting his lips, Castiel takes a hesitant step forward. “I’m not sure that’s a wise decision, Dean. Perhaps one of the females?” He points to a cluster of brown and white hens sharing some seed, clucking softly to each other as they feed.

Dean’s shaking his head before Castiel is even done talking. “Nah, man, it has to be a rooster. That the only one you got?”

“Unfortunately,” Sam says. Castiel’s eye are glued on Zachariah, warily watching every step the bird takes. Having mercy on his husband, Sam clasps him on the shoulder.

“I’ll take it from here, babe,” he murmers. “Could you do me a huge favor though and get one of the dog crates and fill it with some hay for me?”

Smiling gratefully up at Sam, Castiel gives a small nod. “Absolutely, Sam. I will be right back.” With a peck on the cheek for Sam and a wave to Dean, Castiel heads back toward the barn.

Dean waves back, looking confused. “Hey, where’s Cas going?”

“Getting a crate,” Sam replies absently, psyching himself up to go snatch Zachariah. Just because the bird tolerates him doesn’t mean this is gonna be easy.

“A crate? Why?”

Sam throws him a bitch face. “You really think a rooster’s just gonna sit on the car seat like a dog?”

Dean makes a fair-enough face, and Sam turns back to the task at hand. Okay. If he can separate the rooster from the hens, he might be easier to catch. Might be less aggressive too, if he doesn’t think he needs to defend his flock. Absently rubbing his fingers together, Sam waits and watches, then sucks in a deep breath and darts forward.

Zachariah zigs left and darts for a small copse trees just as Sam’s fingertips brush the rooster’s tail feathers.

Right. So, trying that again. Setting his jaw, Sam creeps after the bird as it pecks around the roots. As it wanders around the trunk of a tree, Sam lunges to his left, but the chicken veers to the right.

Correcting his course, Sam dashes after it, circling the tree just as Zachariah decides nope, it’s gonna go left and streaks off across the yard toward the hens, Sam in hot pursuit.

Dean’s cackling on the sidelines. “Get it Sammy!” he yells, whooping and hollering like he’s at a football game. Sam spares him a glower, determined to catch this stupid bird now that it’s a matter of pride.

He chases it around the cluster of clucking hens, back toward the trees, back into the yard, around and around in loops and laps. Finally he corners it between the fence and the chicken coop. Before it can fly away, Sam takes a mighty leap and tackles it, grabbing the rooster by its feet.

Dean’s in stitches, tears streaming down his face as Sam picks himself up. Holding the squawking, flapping rooster trying to wriggle out of his grip at arm’s length, Sam trudges over just as Castiel emerges from the barn, arms wrapped around a large dog crate and a tattered old blanket. His knee twinges a bit from where he hit the ground at a weird angle, but all he feels is a sense of victory.

“Jesus, Sammy,” Dean wheezes as Castiel sets the crate on the ground and backs off, watching the spectacle from a respectable distance. “You think you’d be better at that by now.”

Spitting out dirt and feathers, Sam scowls at him and stuffs Zachariah into the crate, slamming the door shut before the rooster can escape and terrorize Castiel. “Yeah, like you could do better,” he snipes between pants, trying to catch his breath. Zachariah pitches a fit, pecking at the bars and kicking out some of the hay, but settles down a bit after Sam drapes the blanket over the front. “Just don’t let him out, okay?”

“Okay,” Dean says around a snort and giggle, obviously not taking this as seriously as he should. Whatever. Let him run around the yard trying to catch a chicken. He’ll see.

With Zachariah safely ensconced in the crate, Castiel deems it safe enough to accompany Sam as he walks Dean back to the Impala. After Dean settles Zachariah in the back seat, Castiel pulls a small plastic baggie of poultry pellets from his pocket and holds it out to Dean. “Feed him once in the morning and once in the evening.”

Dean takes the baggie and slips it into his slacks pocket. “Do I just dump some in there or what?” He jerks a thumb at the crate on the back seat.

Sam shakes his head. “You can pour some into a shallow bowl or put them on a plate. Doesn’t matter how much; he’ll eat what he wants and leave the rest.”

Dean nods. “Okay then. Guess I’ll be heading off.” Then he grins and tips an invisible cowboy hat at them. “Thank ya kindly, pardners.”

Sam shoots him a very plastic smile as Dean slides behind the wheel. Seriously. When is he gonna knock it off with the stupid cowboy shit?

As the Impala rolls down the gravel drive, classic rock blaring from the rolled down windows, Castiel sidles up beside Sam, a pensive expression on his face. “Do you think we should have warned him that Zachariah likes to crow all night long?”

Smirking, Sam shakes his head. “Nah.”

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[vertigoambrosia]

i’m really tired and for some reason a lil itchy? let’s distract ourselves with wxw frankfurt

i honestly forgot what half of this card was and i’m really just here for zack/lucky

so last week i was all WHERE’S ALAN; apparently getting married and being on his honeymoon

..fine. i accept this reason as Valid

i see wrestleblogs being hard on marius

omfg he has the fucking fan now? i was about to type that i think people are a lil too hard on him but..no bb

HAAAY PETE HAAAAY

hah rise are so cute now

the only thing cuter than pete and ivan hugging is ivan bracing himself for lucky’s lil finger thing

david added another fucking nickname the shirt i bought at carat is already out of date

*gasp* tommy did you forget??!?!?

lol this is def just so david can update the world on his new nickname

was this always a 4-way? i don’t remember emil

whatever

seriously though i think people are a bit too hard on marius re: crowd reactions, but the whole ninja thing is...not good

with the fan it’s officially combat orientalism

this is a very silly spot

‘all the originals from rise’ uhh

@madnessinjelly i’m just tagging you in this cause i forgot your url for the walter creepshot post and i feel bad

silly crowd, rise is good now!

doing this just a week after true colors feels really weird; nobody’s used to ivan as a face, there’s not really much story/leadup to a lot of the matches, and the biggest events of true colors can’t even be addressed because walter was off winning the pwg title

david’s trunks are pretty psychadelic

ok i poked fun at the sillier spots but david getting fucking kicked in the face after the fakeout was pretty funny

u, no cmj this trials thing doesn’t make a ton of sense but whatever

aww he cut his hair - the blond mullet was kinda growing on me

it’s also yellower, risn’t it?

it’s too nad i know the result of this match cause i wanted hope for dragan

also for andy to get reckt

people who cheer andy are Bad

and also entirely men

i worry about wher dragan’s character is going

i don’t really want a sereies of dragan geting beat up and being sad, even it there will eventually be a payoff

but it’d be weird and confusing to turn him also

ngl though i do love that dragan’s story is ‘came to wxw to sell drugs, found a more wholesome line of work in wrestling, won over the crowd’

it’s one of those wxw things that makes no sense and yet perfect sense

emil as a face is so. weird.

or at least him havivng a face that looks like my boss that i can’t stand

melanie vs kelly i’ve never seen this match before...

at least melanie’s lok continues to be fuckign great

veterans and rookies....if wxw did intergender matches it’d be funny to see mella and andy tag together

obviously i don’t speak german, but that promo seemed pretty good from what i could pick up

also i like that mella (if i’m not mistaken) purposely did the promo in german instead of english cause kelly doesn’t speak german

damn melanie!

...maybe someone should ring the bell?

who dis new ref

ok i take back my sarcastic remark earlier i like this match’s vibe

it’s just fucking brawling

‘this is hashtag beatdown’ lol cmj that was 10000% less cool sounding than you thought it was

mella don’t get counted out

a Bad End for kelly, but a Good End narrative-wise; i was legit kinda afraid that kelly would have a miraculous comeback=

i hope the recaps from shotgun less than a week ago don’t become a Thing; it just points out how there’s not enough to make a full video package

i swear the barely a shirt thing bobby is doing always screams ‘douche’ to me

in this case it’s fine, but like.....why is it a thing

you took a perfectly nice shirt and made it a big ol bib

i wonder what other qualifier matches will be for tag league; i like the idea

i’d guess arrows of hungary

nothing to do with wrestling but WHY DO I HAVE THE RESTLESS ANXIETIES

i did stuff today so there’s no reason to be restless and absolutely nothing worrying has occurred. i would have like, a beer but i haven’t been sleeping normally lately and alcohol will only make it worse. perhaps a popsicle will help, because i am a fat american who eats away anxiety

anyway

after the speedball match i cringe every time bobby even kust teases breaking fingers

nothing’s gonna be as gnarly as that, i think

hahaha it sounded like christian accidentally said ‘anal’

[can you tell i’m not very focused on this match]

[or in general]

wow did they really just do the powerbomb tease to guilltine choke to run into the turnbuckle twice? for a split second i thought vimeo had skipped or something

i’d like an extended shotgun title plotline

aj must be happy jurn is injured because now he can definitively have the Nicest Cape

i appreciate frankfurt booing heels the second they have a mic in their hands

...weren’t the emil sitoci signs from past frankfurt shows? Good Fans

‘vee ecks vee’ hahahaha fucking perfect

hahaha the ‘shitty american refuses to learn german’ thing is such cheap heat in the most fun way

dammit ilja getting injured though...boi pls

OH FUCK HE TALKED SHIT ABOUT CONSTANTIN

i am SO HERE for this feud

tas is all like ‘please ilja i will do anything if you calm the fuck down’

god aj is such a shithead

get rekt

and here we see the downside of having no chill: headbutting people when your head hurts can make your head hurt more

i’ve never actually seen icarus and dover fight together; they broke up a while ago in GWF

i like icarus weirding out that kid

monster consulting just make me so happy

a monster of a man and the certified career consultant: the best matchup

hahaha ‘you fucked up’ indeed

oh i didn’t know icarus and dover were brothers...gwf really went all out in 2017 with the brother betrayal storylines, didn’t they?

they haven’t done any more of that show i was watching but they post enough free content that i feel bad about not bothering to watch it anymore

i can’t be too surprised that they haven’t though because it had some pretty slick production, so it probably takes a while to make (and isn’t cheap either)

hah in the wide shot you can see avalanche hiding on the floor

man thta was some good timing on the swanton bomb to break up the pin

christian is really putting over the arrows; hopefully that means they’re sticking around for a while

hay pete haaayyyy

rise just talking about their feelings and hopes and dreams

did pete forget his trunks at home

ugh look at this attractive boy

‘john is gone, ilja is champion, and rise is wholesome...because you all are wholesome’

pete bb pls don’t lose this match

ok everything after ‘we are all rise’ to ‘bouncer gegen mack’: ???????

here comes the purest member of rise

[not always the most wholesome, but the purest]

..tarkan is totally gonna ruin everything at some point, isn;t he?

awwwww that was super cute with the kid

oh boy here comes best boy

i already miss him in evolve, particularly in la boom where he could do literally no wrong

best boy even when he’s being an asshole to smoller noodle boys

(see: darby allin)

*zack voice* wtf is this boychild

damn that neck crank was disgusting

hahaha zack responding to shitty fans is always great

‘japanese stranglehold’ interesting...we usually call it a straitjacket hold here

damn lucky’s got a karate chop

“what is this?????” - common reaction during zack sabre jr matches

this is a fun match, but i can’t tell if the pacing is a bit off or if my brain is just being tired and distracted

TARKAN

lucky!!!!!

a good boy

ok shut me up about the pacing

and zack ends another match with the classic ‘what the fuck is that????’

and the classic ‘undo the strings on my trunks the second my match ends’

heel zacky is so weird???? at least outside of new japan? like, i’m interested but new japan feels liek a completely different world whereas wxw seems more connected to like, evolve

or, more likely, i am just ~sensitive~ about best boy who is not really best boy anymore i guess,, is he?

[nah irl he’ll always be best boy]

[scrambledhearts]

thanks for the tag <3

name/nickname: hazel is my tumblr nickname

gender: gender is a social construct (fr i’m female but. still)

star sign: taurus

height: no fucking clue and i’m not getting up to check but it’s probably around 5′1 give or take

time: 1:23

birthday: pass

fave band: i’m not answering this bc i KNOW i’m going to get bullied so pass 😌

fave solo artist: i don’t know i usually just mix and match but ksi i guess

song stuck in my head: ummm nothing rn bc i’m listening to music but later on? probably don’t play by ksi and anne-marie or kaleidoscope by a great big world

last movie: no fucking clue probably the lego ninjago movie

last tv show: if cartoons count then phineas and ferb i think. if not then uh. no idea bestie

when i created this blog: late january last year

what i post: um. jdfg idk man. whatever i want

last thing i googled: apparently i searched up how to treat an abdominal stab wound yesterday but i have no memory of that

other blogs: i have my dc blog @bikylerayner (it never shows up when i try to tag it bc tumblr’s dumb but i DO have it. anyways if you like dc follow me there 👀)

do i get asks: very rarely and it’s usually from my mutuals for an ask game

why i chose my url: it’s pride month, kyle rayner is one of my favourite characters, i headcanon him as bi and the url was available so i took it

following: 49

followers: on this blog, 82, but if you count my followers from my other blog then 110

average hours of sleep: 6-7 bc i DO try to keep a healthy sleeping schedule for the most part

lucky number: 13

instruments: i used to know how to play the flute but i haven’t touched it in two years at this point so i’ve pretty much forgotten

what i’m wearing: clothes. duh

dream job: idk. i don’t have a dream job tbh

fave food: biryani 😍

free space: did you know that there’s a word that means killing your uncle OR refers to the act of killing your uncle, depending on how it’s used?

also nepoticide means killing a nephew and sororicide means killing your sister

nationality: pakistani canadian

fave song: rn at this moment girls in bikinis by poppy i guess

last book i read: flash #135 bc comics count 😌

top 3 fictional universes i’d like to live in: dkjsghd uh dc i guess bc i really want to meet batman and make fun of his cowl. and um. idk. keeper of the lost cities? i think it would be fun to mess with the council. other than that i don’t really want to live anywhere

tagging: @negativefouriq​, @yeolly-yeost​, @hold-our-destiny​​, and every single one of my mutuals 💖

Tagged by @psylokes !💕

1. Name/nickname: Skid is my nickname

2. Gender: who tf knows🤠

3. Star sign: cancer

4. Height: 5’3

5. Time: 07:27

6. Birthday: pass

7. Fav band: like Belaganas or The Regrettes? I listen to more solo artists

8. Fav solo artist: ooo like Rina Sawayama or Bruno Major, v different vibes

9. Song stuck in my head: Nearly Forgot My Broken Heart, Chris Cornell

10. Last movie: Monsters, Inc.

11. Last TV show: Little House on the Prairie

12. When i created this blog: 3? 4? Months ago

13. What i post: um. bullshit? Idk like general DC stuff, whatever im feeling

14. Last thing i googled: big ass fish for this post🤡

15. Other blogs: none

16. Do i get asks: yeah occasionally

17. Why i chose my url: D bc DC and Skid bc… my nickname lmao

18. Following: 104

19. Followers: 119

20. Average hours of sleep: 6-7

21. Lucky number: 72

22. Instruments: flute, a little piano and a little sax

23. What i’m wearing: pajamas

24. Dream job: nursing

25. Fav food: idk rn im not picky

26. Free space:

Also here’s my Spotify🤩

27. Nationality: american💔

28. Fav song: right this second i think Older Than I Am by Lennon Stella

29. Last book i read: comics count right? Superboy vol 3

30. Top 3 fictional universes i’d like to live in: DC, the raven cycle, and ??? Moby Dick. NO im jk idk ajslksfjdk

Tagging @yeolly-yeost @bikylerayner @sleeping-lilies and whoever else wants to😌

[n-bunz]

30 Questions

Tagged by my friend, @glenn-the-dawg​

rules: answer thirty questions, then tag twenty blogs you would like to know better

1. Nicknames: 

2. Gender: fluid like maple syrup

3. Star sign: leo, but apparently ppl think I’m a pisces?

4. Height: 5′9″

5. Current time: 7:04pm [whoah it’s early]

6. Birthday: August 15

7. Favorite bands: R.E.M., The Mountain Goats, Against Me!, The Smiths [fuck Morrissey tho], Bloc Party

8. Favorite solo artists: The Mountain Goats when it was just John Darnielle and his boombox

9. Song stuck in my head: hold on, let me shazam it

10. Last movie watched: I think it was when I got roped into watching Eclipse

11. Last show watched: Big Fat Quiz of the Year

12. When did i create my blog: 2014?

13. What do i post: shitposts, nice stuff, some informational stuff

14. Last thing i googled: ‘eclipse plot synopsis’ (was not sure which one I watched)

15. Do you have other blogs: yeah! I just started a mathy blog @godel-rhymes-with-turtle​ :-)

17. Why did you choose your url: a sarcastic play on my real name and the fact that I have no street cred

18. Following: 242

19. Followers: 153

20. Favorite colors: purple but I wear a lot of grey

21. Average hours of sleep: 7 (it’s either 3 or 11 hours every night)

22. lucky number: don’t have one :/

23. Instruments: not very good at them

24. What am i wearing: Jeans, cool t-shirt, warm socks

25. How many blankets i sleep with: 2 when it’s cold, 1 when it’s not

26. Dream job: Math professor but I never have to teach analysis

27. Dream trip: Too many!! the pacific northwest esp Mt. Rainier Nat’l Park, the southwest, a trip entirely on a bike, staying overnight at the Mt. Washington weather observation center.

28. Favorite food: Pizza or burritos (do not combine)

29. Nationality: American

30. Favorite song now: I would like to pat myself on the back for not playing one song on repeat like I usually do

twenty people is a lot so I’m just not gonna tag anybody

[magicgeekponsol-blog]

[if you're still accepting them ♛ - this url and ♛ - crimsxnheadphones?]

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting|| ((All y’all clearly hate me, don’t you? //sob))

As far as my memory goes we don’t have many (or any) interactions and I actually... don’t know Minako so this is going to be less in depth than the other meme entries were. I’ll try my best though. Sorries!

@crimsxnheadphones

my opinion on;

character in general: Yuuri Katsuki, the timid skater who pretty much kinda learns to later be like YAAAAHHHHHHH I GOT THIS. I AM THE SEXY KATSUDON AND VIKTOR WANTS ME. YOU ALL WANT ME BUT YOU CAN’T HAVE-- only Viktor can have. Okay jokes aside he was a timid guy to start who has major self-confidence issues. He struggles to get himself out there. This does slowly change once Viktor becomes his coach. He learns to strive even harder towards his goal. He can’t let his coach down. He wants to make him proud. He has to get out there and be the best he can be. He CAN do this, he WILL prove those people wrong who were saying mean things about him. 

He’ll prove them all that he is not a waste of time. Viktor did not make a mistake. He’s not a mistake. He progresses a lot, this guy. I can’t say that he’s not still timid, because he can be, but it’s just a bit less compared to the very start. He learns to have more confidence, and has more faith in his abilities and his stamina. Pushing himself to the limits. A very emotional guy, but his insecurities often hold him back. A guy full of passion and vigor. One who knows he can get better. He may get discouraged and he may give up, but eventually he does rise up once more. He’s learned from the past. He will work off it and make himself better, he will be a new Yuuri Katsuki. A very admirable character, tbh. One thing that’s interesting about him is that while he often put himself down, there were many who saw the potential in him. Could see he was/could be great. He’s surrounded by love and support. This of course, is just my opinion and in no way is me saying this is the only way to see him. If anyone else sees him differently, that’s totally okay.

how they play them: So when Yuuri interacts with a lot of people, he comes off as being a bit... calm? Like he’s a neutral kind of person, when in fact he may be the opposite on the inside. He’s not overly happy when he talks to people, but he’s not like an angry hissy-cat either (//coughs). So that part of him, I feel is kept in line. 

He can however get really nervous and or shy when it comes to his own work, so he can speak of himself with a bit of a humble nature and a smidgen of humility(?) It’s like a big part of who he is. The way he thinks about himself and his work. He can’t, when not on the ice, be all pompous and puff out his chest. No, he knows how to be modest. He knows humility. I like how that nature does show up a bit in some of the interacts you had. There wasn’t much for me to work off of so forgive me. He is in fact used to being hated, so I can definitely see him kind of taking things with stride. He has to. So being glared at and reacting the way he did, I can believe that. 

The Drabble for the Rallies thing, it’s hard for me to explain, but the general feel of it seemed a bit depressing or just very self-reflective? It just captures that general insecurity feel of his. However, he still has firm beliefs. He stands firm when it’s his own beliefs, and above all else, Viktor has always been a huge figure in his life. The way he ended on a positive note thinking of Viktor, to me, just really says ‘Yuuri Katsuki’. Like I said, there wasn’t many interactions for me to work off of, but I do believe you are doing well. 

the mun: So I don’t think we’ve talked before ooc, so I can’t say all too much. I did look through some tags and I can see that there is a part that is meticulous and organized in the way that you use multiple tags. You don’t just stick with the required tags, you have your own system. It does take effort to do to come up with a system and to remember them all. It shows a bit of discipline. I also saw a few like more jokey tags as well so it also shows that you can be serious but also be like ‘YEYEYEY OKAY GAME TIME. LET’S GOOO. LETS HAVE FUUNNNNNNNN’

I do saw that you pretty much never failed to state if anything needs changed, just hit you up. Shows flexibility in one’s character and the willingness to go along with others, also consideration because it’s nice to just say so to everyone, rather than just stating it once and expecting for everyone to remember this being the case that they’re allowed to just hit you up if they want something changed. That’s how I figure it, anyways. 

Now with this meme, there is one thing that I can definitely say: You’ve got some guts. I could be wrong but I don’t think we’ve interacted at all. Maybe sparingly with meme days, but none have ever gone past that and were made into threads. So truly, it takes a lot of daringness and guts to send in a meme like this, I think. Especially when a big part of it is how I think of the mun and how they write. Hard to really say if you’ve never interacted-- ya know? Still, you sent it in regardless and that’s real gutsy. I like that. KUDOS to you, friend! I can only hope what i’m writing is satisfactory. OTL

do i;

follow them: Yeyep

rp with them: I don’t believe so. I don’t think we did prior to hiatus either, but I could be wrong? My memory is faulty.

want to rp with them:  SURE SURE! Always up for something new. Might I suggest @heromanvasco or @friendlyoceangiant for more friendly muses? Ponsol is (fake) friendly but would be able to be civil with Yuuri. He is a famous guy after all. Gotta play nice. Super hard level is trying to interact with Shugarl who is kinda like a dead fish. What are emotions? What is... kindness? How do you derive that?

ship their character with mine:  Naaaahhhhhhh let’s keep Yuuri with his special someone, yeye?

what is my;

overall opinion: So overall, I think you are a person who is reaaaal gutsy, and might not be too afraid to go out there? I must say i’m interested in the having sent in two urls thing. Perhaps because you are interested in threading with me with those characters? Maybe that is the case and you saw Izuzu doing the same thing and so knew I’d be okay with it and was like ‘well here goes nothing~’. Whichever the case, it’s good to see someone who is willing to get themselves out there. I felt as though the part of asking whether or not i’m still accepting shows consideration. I did a good number of the same meme and it takes a lot of effort. My back hurts so much like you don’t understand. So it’s nice to see someone taking that into consideration and asking in case. Again, that’s literally how I see it. 

So all in all, from what I could gather, you seem like someone who is pretty open-minded and are willing to do what you think needs done to get some progress. Very admirable. I unfortunately don’t know Minako, so I can’t really say much about her characterization. I could speak on Yuuri but there wasn’t much on the blog for me to work off of. Either way, from what I have seen, I can see you put thought into what you do, and you try to put in as much elements as you can about a character in your characterization. I believe you to be doing an excellent job with your writing. Keep it up. 

my opinion on;

character in general: I actually don’t... know who she is really? I can’t really have an opinion on someone that I don’t... know. Though I guess that’s not entirely correct as I did play with a Minako once over on my main RP blog. The way she was played there was that she was a very upbeat girl who was very friendly, and to me she seemed like a very honest individual. Tells it like it is. I did a very quick read through on her personality and got that she’s a character full of energy and life? Though she apparently hides her suffering and her burdens. So she’s not just a happy character. I’d guess that perhaps while she’s a happy and active character, a lot of it is done in order to make herself be able to push through her pain. A distaction if you would. That’s my guess, anyways. Her visuals do remind me a bit of Haru Miura, who is my queen btw, therefore she’s most definitely cool in my book already. 

how they play them: So my very very quick researching shows that while she’s very cheerful, upbeat and funny, she can also be very sarcastic or serious? So it seems like she’s a character who plays by her own emotions, and is a whole book of possibilities. We’ve never threaded so I took the liberties of just skimming through some of your interactions and so I can see there are times when she’s very cheerful and playful and other times where she is not so happy and is having an outburst or being serious. In other words, like a regular human being. Not 2-dimensional in their personality. 

She seems also rather cute the way she’s written? I honestly can’t really say very much since... I don’t really know much about the character in general but I can see that you do like your character a lot and you write her as one would a young girl. Full of life and vigor. Willing to be a bit brave, to get out there and be honest to herself but sometimes also reel back a bit out of shyness and the like. This honestly really doesn’t mean much from me as I don’t know Minako, but I feel as though you were doing a good job with her. 

the mun: I dun wanna repeat

do i;

follow them: Very sure I am. rp with them: Nope.want to rp with them: Just like in the last section, SURE SURE! I’m always up for new threads. I may not know anything about her, but i’m always up for something new.ship their character with mine: Hard to really say I’d ship with a character I don’t know right? As for Ponsol, he’s currently... busy being used as a plot device for my evil plans... muwahahhahaha.

what is my;

overall opinion:  MORE REPEATS

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

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thanks for tha tag sopherino

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@1of1prism thank u for the tag..

- nicknames: commonly used - marinay, bae, “this girl”, no longer used - marmar, m2, meena

- height: i really dont know but im taller than 5 foot 2 apparently LOL ;) (i’m somewhere bt 5′3 and 5′6 but people keep telling me theres no f-in way im 5′6 lol)

- time right now: 8:20pm (when i started, lol now its like 9:20 yikes)

- last thing i googled: “austin mahone” 

- fave music artist: rn it’s shinee tbh (rn???? what do u mean... shinee are forever...... -sophie probably)

- song stuck in my head: to be completely honest its bonetrousle from undertale LOL

- last movie i watched: uh hmm oh i watched the bling ring cause i had to for school lol

- last TV show i watched: uhhhhh............ west... west world?? the robot one? i don’t like that show but my parents put it on

- what i’m wearing right now: pinkish orangish sometimes red looking knit sweater and jeans 

- when I created this blog: 2013 im pretty sure

- do i have other blogs?: i literally have like 10 sideblogs lol (jk 8) some r secret but tbh i can share some: aesthetic, fandom (honestly have no idea why anyone follows this cause like i literally post 1000 posts at once about one specific thing and then post nothing for like 2 months and then just put a bunch of random stuff from a bunch of different completely unrelated things and also a couple people who follow this blog follow that one but i dont even know if they know its the same person doing both blogs but i guess they do now if theyre reading this lol), manga (along with @1of1prism but it’s not rly an active blog anymore lol) uhhhh... ya 

- do i get asks regularly?: no :’( i wish

- why did i choose my URL?: check my tagged/tag-game lol 

- gender: fe.....male ...? ??? ?? ???? (????)

- hogwarts house: im hufflepuff too @1of1prism whats wrong with hufflepuff smh

- pokemon team (sun): well.......right now its primarina (haha), snorlax, leafeon, clefairy, raichu, and growlithe, growlithe mostly cause i want to level it up, but i switch out a lot and once i get a vulpix that’s probably gonna stay on my main. also like i love all the eeveelutions i will probably make a separate team thats just them LOL so hard to choose

- fave colours: black and hot pink

- average hours of sleep: either like 5 or like 13 lol

- lucky number: 7

- favourite characters: this is such a hard question that im gonna copy paste my old answer and then update it (also like the only reason i have any of these is cause i tag them or have them written down or have a fanfic somewhere like these arent the top of my head im very bad at keeping track of what i like thus why i have 14 sideblogs lol):

if they’re snarky and sarcastic but in a lovable kind of way rather than an asshole way then they are likely my fave (ex, idk, like Logan from Veronica Mars) or if they are a complex bamf female character (ex, like… lots, there are lots) I don’t really have #1 overall fave characters until i’m in the middle of marathoning something in which case i’ll be all “!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVEYO U”

but also more specifically im gonna just base this on who has their own tag on my fandom blog so like in no particular order

sans from undertale, 

godot from ace attorney

clive from professor layton lol 

adrien/chat, nino, and nathanaël from miraculous, 

lucas and claus from mother 3, tony from mother 2

snufkin from moomin,

jack frost from rotg

baek in ho from cheese in the trap

kyo from fruits basket

kenya from erased

natsume from gakuen alice and hayama from kodocha

fakir from princess tutu 

hak, jae-ha, shin-ah, yoon, and tbh zeno and probably yona too tbh from akatsuki no yona like lets be real 

veronica from veronica mars (lol)

peridot and lapis from su, 

harley quinn in general

rosa from b99 and this is getting rly long so if ur that curious ask me lol

- dream job: i think ive answered this before but like where i can use all my skills (writing, photography, research, tech stuff) and travel, make change, help people i dunno. 

- number of blankets it used to be 1 and then it was 2 and recently its been 3 or 4 because my room is cold as fuck

- following: 200 something

i tag um, @purewhiteflames, @shirasakas-koume​, um, @nuliflyer, @negatiiivi, @any-elsewhere, @laurentthings​, this is really stressful when i have to adhere to a particular number its really hard to think of blogs haha (D:) anyway you’re all cool still uhhhhhhhhh tag yourself if youre not here pls not to offend or anything but theres like 13 blogs im missing but i dont know who off the top of my head oh no