#bc I guarantee I will find a way if prompted

[jtl07]

Hi! Welcome back! For shenanigans, any or all of the following that tickle your fancy:

Avatrice, this post:

https://www.tumblr.com/alterumsinealterononest/769889024736444416/i-just-saw-a-video-of-a-girl-scattering-tea-bags?source=share

Avatrice (or AvaLil) as astronauts accidentally stranded together for 9 extra months

Shannon x Mary enemies to lovers and they're lawyers on opposite sides of a case

oh gosh Alms you always bring the fun prompts XD i'm going with the second one though i can guarantee it ended up not where you'd expect (mostly bc i may or may not be working on a fic centered around Bea's thoughts on aikido 👀). always fun to see what you send in, i hope this is alright!

"Wait you're a black belt? You could teach me! 9 months is enough for me to get to black belt too, right?" 

The laugh that escapes Beatrice surprises both Ava and herself. Beatrice nearly covers her mouth but Ava's already wiggling, her grin stretching wide across her face. 

"C'mon Bea, we've got nothing better to do!" 

"On the contrary, we have plenty of things to do," Beatrice says, gesturing towards their checklists. 

Ava rolls her eyes, does a lazy backflip and lands against a bulkhead. "Don't tell me you haven't been curious about how it'd feel to do that kinda stuff in space." 

Beatrice knows they're talking about martial arts - they'd been talking about Ava's many hobbies and somehow, as conversations with Ava now usually go, Beatrice had ended up sharing about herself as well - but the suggestive way Ava waggles her eyebrows makes Beatrice blush. 

"It isn't relevant the mission," is all Beatrice says, ignoring the heat in her cheeks. 

Ava, thankfully, also ignores it. "You never know, Bea: what if we run into evil space aliens and we have to fight them off when they infiltrate the ship?"

Beatrice rolls her eyes. "You've watched too many sci-fi movies." 

"No such thing as too many. So, are you ready?"

Beatrice's brow furrows. "Ready for -"

"Here I come!"

It's instinct that takes over Beatrice's body, has her hands moving, her hips turning - Ava shrieking as she tumbles to the far side of the open space. It's instinct again that fixes Beatrice in place, replaying her technique, taking it apart, finding places to critique - 

"That was amazing!"

If the gravity was on, Beatrice is sure Ava would be bouncing literally off the walls. Here in zero gravity, however, Ava's settled for wildly waving her arms and legs to express her excitement. She looks silly, so free, so joyous. Beatrice can't help but laugh and let herself feel the same. 

"What was that called?" Ava asks - and Beatrice wonders how a person can grin so wide, so much. 

Beatrice shrugs. "Koshi-guruma, it's a judo technique that -"

"Aw, but I want to see aikido! Please, Bea?" 

Beatrice opens her mouth but finds herself unable to speak. It's bewildering, having someone so eager to share in something irrelevant; in something she loves. Has found herself bewildered countless times, now, because of Ava. 

She shakes her head, feels her body already shifting to respond. She's learned enough - from martial arts, from the dogged determination of Ava's smile - to know when resistance is futile. 

"Fine," Beatrice sighs, ignores the way her mouth wants to curve up to match Ava's expression. "Fine." 

Ava whoops as she drifts back towards the bulkhead, uses it to launch herself at Beatrice once again. Beatrice is ready this time, and her mind splits like it does when it's calm like this: one part executing movements written now into her bones, the other part watching from the outside-in.

It's with that part of her mind that Beatrice thinks how it's not that different without gravity, even without the gi. How her hands still know how to lead, how her hips are still free to shift and twist and redirect. But here, there is no weight - of expectation, of perfection - no need to go through the technique too quickly. There's time: to feel her body moving, to hear Ava's surprised gasps, to take what she knows and make it into something new. 

She lets her body and mind still once Ava is out of her arms, watches her tumble harmlessly through the air. (And that too is different, a relief to know that here, they're both safe.)

"The fuck - did you just clothesline me?" Ava's squawk is more in delight than affront. 

Beatrice tilts her head, thinks back on the technique and laughs. "I suppose I did," she admits. 

"Damn I didn't know aikido had some WWE type of shit," Ava says, floating back up to Beatrice. 

"Well, there is some overlap, actually. Many of the joint locks for example -" 

"Okay wait, we're gonna have to make a list now of everything you need to teach me."

Beatrice raises an eyebrow. "You? Make a list? The thing you said was for 70-year-old grandmas?" 

Ava rolls her eyes - Beatrice notes the light flush creeping up her neck. "I can be organized! Anyway, I wanna learn that one - what's it called?" 

"Irimi nage," Beatrice answers - and this is instinctive, now, though new: the way she feels herself respond to Ava's eager questioning. From somewhere outside of herself, she can see the way it's different with Ava, the way she's different; the way everything is easy and weightless. 

And as she watches their hands fit together, Beatrice thinks how 9 months may not be enough. So this is what it feels like, she thinks as she watches Ava tumble through the air, listens to her laughter, feels her own heart stumble and soar: this is what it feels like to want more.

[falling-star-cygnus]

What do you think would happen if Billy never left the Sons? This could be an interesting alternative timeline

I think if Billy never left the Sons his personality would be pretty different compared to the one he has now, he'd be more serious and from the POV of a son's member Billy is a chill android that acts like a big brother figure to a majority of the sons with Caesar King being an exception a majority of the time

forcing myself to write bc depression is MY bitch 💪 and i will not be letting it dictate one of my favorite hobbies -> and this is a fantastic prompt!

the voices are COOKING despite my lack of motivation though, i've got so many ideas [specifically in HSR] and it's killing me. ah, but i digress

enjoy!!!

"ANBY! IF YOU WANDER OFF ONE MORE TIME I'M PUTTING YOU ON THE LEASH!"

Nicole was going to go grey before she hit her thirties. It was practically guaranteed, especially if she had to keep wrangling in a former weapon that insisted on disappearing all the damn time!

She only looked away for a second! How did she lose not one, but both of her subordinates? The boss of the Cunning Hares could divert and run with the best of them but these two...

Maybe if she shouted louder they'd come back.

"NEKOMATA, THAT INCLUDES YOU!"

"Why are ya yelling?"

Nicole trips over her damn own feet.

"Ack- who are you!?" she practically shrieks, readying her briefcase should she need to make a hasty escape.

It's not so subtly met with the tip of- is that a freakin' flamethrower!? Does she have two freakin' flamethrowers!? Just- on her!?

"The name's Burnice!" the- admittedly pretty cute girl chirps, offering her free hand down to the Boss of the Hares, "What's yours?"

The ashy blonde's hand feels rough, like a bartenders, and she hauls the Hare to her feet with a surprising amount of ease. Seriously, it's like- nothing to her. Nicole finds herself stumbling again.

This was getting annoying..

"Oops," Burnice chuckles, elated as she steadies her current conversation partner, "Sorry about that. Guess I don't know my own strength anymore! Our android, Billy, falls over a lot too!"

She didn't like the implications there. Eh, at least she wasn't being called heavier than a hunk of metal..

"Don't worry about it.. I'm Nicole, by the way, of the Cunning Hares." Well, it's not like it would hurt to introduce herself. The Outer Ring was full of people with... less than legal activities.

It's not like the Hares were a beacon of law abidance themselves, of course, but- still. Maybe they'd think twice before messing with the boss of a known organization.

Maybe.

...hopefully.

"Wait- did you say Billy? Like.. Billy Kid? The Billy Kid? The Enforcer?"

Burnice practically squeals, and Nicole realizes- far too late- that she was being led somewhere.

...honestly, she's just kind of impressed the pyromaniac could skip in such skinny heels. Wow. That took talent. The implications that this cute girl knew such a large name finally don on the pink haired boss.

"Are you a Son?"

"No, silly, I'm a girl!"

"...of Calydon," Nicole clarifies.

"Oh. Yeah!"

Not a thought but fire in that head, huh...

A familiar weight glomps onto Nicole's sides, all skinny arms and puffy sleeves and chubby cheeks. The relief that unfurls in her chest is staggering.

"Aw, look! You found your friends.. unless you don't know them, and they're robbing you. That would definitely make this less cute."

Anby huffs in displeasure at the assumption, and squeezes closer. Ah... she was so cute when she wasn't being murderous.

Nekomata, on the other hand, she could feel stealing her wallet.

"Put it- DON'T PULL OUT YOUR BLADES WHILE I'M BETWEEN YOU TWO!"

Why does she keep needing to have this conversation!? Nicole grabs the thiren girl by the ear and the former weapon by the cheek, scowling herself as the two bicker like spoiled children.

Spoiled children that were trying to skewer each other threw their boss. She feels a vein tick in her forehead.

"QUIT IT!"

They quiet down.

Burnice is practically cackling in the background as the two mumble properly chastised apologies and sheath their blades.

"You- you guys are like Lighter and-" the pyromaniac giggles her way through her sentence, "Lighter and-"

"Burnice! Did you wander off again?" a new voice cuts in.

There's no way.

There's absolutely no way.

Running into a Son of literal friggin Calydon was crazy enough! Nicole had hoped to get the hell out of dodge before she ran into another one. Specifically, before she wandered into their marksmen.

This was somehow worse.

Because that was fucking Caesar.

The Caesar King.

Admittedly, she was similarly being glomped on by her pyromaniac like Nicole had been a few moments prior- but she was still the leading lady of a gang.

There was very little that could diminish that!

"Don't you remember what happened last time?" the pale-haired woman continued, scolding like a big sister, "I thought we all agreed that we'd wait to wander off alone until the-"

King glanced at the group of curious Hares.

"...threat had been taken care of. Kid is still out of commission, and he's made of metal. Buddy system, Burnice."

Anby and Nekomata straighten up at the familiar moniker- even as the ashy blonde pouts. Caesar rests a hand on her shoulder, keeping her voice close to a whisper.

"We all want to put this thing in the ground, believe me. But we can't if it picks us off one by one."

Huh... maybe they were closer knit than Nicole had previously thought. They were certainly protective of each other.

. . . . . . . . .

The question burns on the tip of Anby's tongue, but she doesn't know if she can ask it. She doesn't want to potentially make an enemy for the Hares by offending them.

Hm.. she needed an extrovert friend, like in the movies.

Maybe Nekomata would..

"Sorry if this is rude, but... Billy Kid. Is he- ...alright? You mentioned he was out of commission."

Or Nicole would ask, that worked too. Either way, Anby got her answers.

Burnice and Caesar glance at each other- twin flashes of what could only be described as mischief flitting between them.

"It was tragic," the ashy blonde wails, falling backwards into Caesar's arms like a damsel struck, "Our poor boy... crushed into spare parts!"

The leading lady of the Sons sniffs in return, looking similarly crestfallen, "Truly, it was a massacre. It took us hours to find everything. But- by the time we did..."

She's obviously lying- at least, on some scale, but the other two Hares eat it up like it's their first meal in weeks. They gasp, hands raised to their mouth as they're lead to the wrong conclusion.

"It was too late," the pale-haired woman finishes, still holding up her team member.

What could possibly fall a feared war machine?

Throughout this whole spiel, the two Calydon members had been leading them back to their base of operations- something about restocking their supplies and escorting them back to Sixth street.

It was kind of bare bones, to be honest, no shelter from the sky and just a handful of couches around a fire. But maybe Anby had just gotten used to a bed and warm bodies.

"I'm so sorry to hear that-"

"WOULD YOU QUIT TELLING PEOPLE I'M DEAD!?"

There it is.

The voice is vaguely mechanical but human, or- alive sounding. More alive than Anby had ever sounded. A shock of white hair, kinda similar to hers actually but infinitely fluffier, pops up from one of the couches.

Burnice and Caesar practically fall into each other cackling and holding their stomachs.

"You're freaking them out!" the android continues, as he shifts as if to stand up.

Caesar is immediately on his case.

"Ah-ah-ah, sit your metal ass back down," she bites, rounding the corner to push him down, "We're still repairing your wiring and battery- which means you need to take it easy, Starlight."

Something loosens under the white haired girl's chest, something like misplaced relief. She doesn't know why, she's only ever heard stories of this guy, but-

Her surroundings suddenly feel like they've been painted in 4D.

There's so much going on around Anby that it's hard to think- Nekomata is yowling as Burnice tries to pet her, Nicole is tapping on her phone- an insistent beep-beep-beep that clouds her head, and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts-

She wants it to stop-

Oh.

Cool metal fingers have slid under her headphones, quieting the outside noise as pale ambers meet bright yellows. The leading lady is clearly displeased that he had moved, but understanding and pure fondness is there too.

This close, Anby can see where pure havoc was wreaked on his build. Deep gouges line his lanky arms, his right leg is downright gone, and his fingers have a near imperceptible shake over her tired ears.

Again, what could've caused this to an android built for war?

The world quiets further as the people around the two take notice of the infamous marksmen, and the former weapon feels like she can breathe again. The android pulls his hands away and fixes her headphones.

"Sorry. You just- looked overwhelmed."

Anby shakes her head, not quite trusting her voice, and gestures back towards the couch. Go sit down, she tries to convey.

If Billy Kid had a mouth, the former weapon guarantees he'd be scowling. The flat expression- of his eyes- seems so wildly out of place on his faceplate that it makes the girl pause.

Regardless, the android hops back to the couch- two blonde girls half his height appearing out of nowhere to help him hobble along on his singular leg.

The one in the spiked helmet things say something about 'naptime' to the girl with the flower shaped bun and it sounds vaguely like a threat. Looks like a threat too as Billy Kid squawks and tries to soften the smaller girl's landing.

She had just- flopped into his lap. And fallen asleep.

It feels.... odd. Like she was watching the same plot of a movie with a different filter.

The war android was nicer than she thought he'd be.

Anby finds herself standing behind the couch, leaning forward to drive the seriousness off her offer home.

"Do you want to join the Cunning Hares?"

[coloursflyaway]

fic prompt if youre interested: charles is hanging out by himself and accidentally meets 2 other ghosts and finds out they got married in the afterlife and absolutely goes crazy over it bc hes like you can get married in the afterlife?? ghost weddings exist??? should *i* propose to edwin???? and he cannot stop thinking about it and one day he's just like "edwin, do you think we should get married?" and edwin is like charles wtf?

Hi! It took some time, but here's the fic ♥

Because My Heart And His Are The Same

Pairing: Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.000

Read on AO3

“Let's get married”, he tells Edwin, quickly crossing the distance between the mirror and the desk, and this gets a reaction at last, Edwin’s head whipping up to stare at him. “That’s what we have to do. I talked to the witness and her husband, and I’ll tell you about the case later, but they got married when they were dead, because the whole Til Death Do Us Part thing, that should work the other way around too, right? Like, if we are already dead and we get married, then there is nothing left to part us. Makes sense, doesn’t it?”

Charles and Edwin get married before they even know they are in love. (They find out twenty years later.)

“...and once we had met, it was almost like destiny. It took maybe a few weeks, but after that, we both knew that we were it for each other. Soulmates, I guess you could call it. Sometimes, I wonder if being dead just makes it easier to decide these things, like life falling away allows you to focus on the important things.”

Marian, the witness Charles set out to interview and got completely sidetracked by, looks over to the man next to her, and her eyes are so warm and so soft and so grateful that it does something to Charles’ head and chest that he isn’t sure he likes. Something is growing there, caught between happiness and jealousy and, mixed in between, the feeling he occasionally gets when he looks at Edwin.

For a fleeting, almost unnoticeable moment, he wishes Edwin was here, without knowing why. Apart from the fact, of course, that he usually wants Edwin there with him.

“And we ended up thinking how to go on from that, because I would like to move on at some point in the future, but I would never be able to leave Sebastian. It wouldn’t be Heaven without him there, if that is where I will be going, and it would be Hell for him. Seb’s always been a romantic, or so he tells me, and he came up with an idea that was so strange that we figured it might work.”

Another smile, another look, a nod from Sebastian, and the feeling in Charles’ chest pulses, presses against his ribs like it is trying to break free.

“You see”, Marian continues, “Til Death Do Us Part, when you promise that alive, that means you will be parted once you’ve died. So, Seb figured, if that is true, then Death might not be able to part us if we get married when we’re already dead. Of course, here’s no guarantee that it’ll work, but then again, it can’t hurt to try either. So, eight weeks after we met, we went to find a priest that could see ghosts and we got married.”

She reaches out to take her husband’s hand, but by now, Charles’ mind is reeling to the point where he barely notices it, where the smitten expression on her face can’t fan the emotions blooming in his chest any more. They’re still there, and might stay for a long time, but at the moment, they just don’t matter.

“And that’s the story how I ended up with such an overly-long, hyphenated name. I don’t mind it, though, I wear it with pride, since it’s ours, and-”

Marian is about to launch into another bit of their story, and usually, Charles would be glad to listen – he, just like Sebastian, is a romantic at heart, always has been – but he can’t, not now. Not when he might just have received the most important bit of information since he first listened to The Special’s self-titled album in 1987. A proper revelation, this might be.

Because it makes sense. If marriage is something that can only be broken by death, then getting married after you have died should make it unbreakable. Right?

“I have to go”, he blurts out, then adds, both to be polite and because he really, truly means it, “but thank you. Like, seriously. Thank you so much.”

“Edwin! Edwin, come here!”, Charles yells out even before he has fully come through the mirror, too excited to hold onto the words for a second longer, “We have to do something!”

There’s a moment of silence, which means that Edwin is absolutely not moving, like he should be, then, “Do what, Charles? You seem quite flustered. Did something happen with the witness?”

Edwin isn’t even looking up from where he is bent over the desk, studying an artefact or reading a book, obviously not understanding the seriousness of the situation at all. It should be exasperating, but Charles only feels fond, the affection blossoming in his chest enough to cut through the excitement.

“Get married”, he tells Edwin, quickly crossing the distance between the mirror and the desk, and this gets a reaction at last, Edwin’s head whipping up to stare at him. “That’s what we have to do. I talked to the witness and her husband, and I’ll tell you about the case later, but they got married when they were dead, because the whole Til Death Do Us Part thing, that should work the other way around too, right? Like, if we are already dead and we get married, then there is nothing left to part us. Makes sense, doesn’t it?”

Charles feels the idea buzzing through his body like he remembers caffeine doing when he was still alive, making him rock on his heels, fingers tangling and untangling, even if Edwin is still only staring at him, eyes wide and mouth open.

“...we can’t get married”, Edwin finally answers, slow and soft, like he is still piecing the words together, like he is still navigating his thoughts even as he is speaking them. “We are… both boys.”

Sometimes, he forgets how different Edwin’s time was; sometimes, he forgets that even as they have become part of a new era, one in which neither of them has ever lived, it usually takes Edwin longer to catch up with how things have changed.

“Get with the times, Edwin!”, Charles tells him, grinning, because for once, he is the brains, and he is the one who has done his research before coming here. “It’s 2006! We can go to the Netherlands, Belgium, Canada, Spain or South Africa. I’ll even let you choose. We could do a little honeymoon-like vacation after that, too! The only thing we have to do is find some kind of official there who can see ghosts, and voila! Married.”

It’s so easy, it’s such a great idea, Edwin just has to realise it. And he will, Charles is certain of it. After all, Edwin is brilliant.

“But-”, Edwin breathes out, and there is another moment of silence, one that somehow feels breathless, feels heavy with emotion that Charles cannot place; something momentous, terrifying, life-changing. “….you would want to marry me?”

“Of course.” It’s the easiest question in the world to answer, even if Edwin asks it like it should be impossible to do so; it’s Edwin, it’s an extra bit of hope for them to stay together, like they should, have to, will. “You’re my best mate. I don’t wanna leave you ever, so it makes sense, doesn’t it? Doesn’t have to be romantic, not to us. But if Death ever does catch us, we’ll be able to go, absolutely not, death can’t part us, it’s the thing that brought us together. Brills, right?”

And there is another pause, just as breathless, just as life-changing; Edwin drops his gaze, and when he answers, his voice is soft in a different, a hopeful way.

“Yes. You’re right. That would be brills, indeed.”

They’re on the rooftop, watching the sun rise, because the agency feels crowded with Niko and Crystal sleeping on the couch, and Edwin’s hand is in his, just where it belongs.

They haven’t had much time to themselves lately, so this feels like a treat, a few peaceful hours they have carved out to just be with each other, enjoy these strange, beautifully changed circumstances of their relationship. Because they are beautiful, Charles thinks as he strokes his thumb across Edwin’s knuckles; they are beautiful because being with Edwin always is, always has been, because they were meant to be friends for three decades and they are meant to be much more for the rest of their existence, because he loves Edwin the most of all, and always will.

“We should do this more often, coming up here”, Edwin says softly into the light of the morning sun, and his voice feels like a balm on every scratch on Charles’ soul. “It really is quite pretty. And I have always loved the sunrise.”

And I have always loved you, Charles wants to say, but doesn’t; he doesn’t have to, Edwin knows.

He’s right, too: the city is just waking up underneath them, dawn is painting the sky pink and peach, the clouds scattered across it like sea foam. It reminds Charles of South Africa, of watching the sunrise on the beach there, and…

“Oh, God”, Charles blurts out before he has had a second to think, half-laughing, and knows Edwin is looking at him with one perfect eyebrow raised without turning his head. “Oh God, I just realised something. Edwin. I kind of figured you were my boyfriend now, or something, but you’re not. I can’t believe I forgot about that. You’re my husband.”

And he’s laughing, because how do you forget about being married to the love of your afterlife? And yet, how do you not, when you’ve only fallen in love with him two decades after marrying him?

It takes Edwin a second, but then he joins Charles, hand tightening around his fingers, and there is something so precious about Edwin’s laughter, especially when it sounds like this, carefree and incredulous and happy, that Charles thinks he might be falling in love with him all over again.

“If it’s any consolation, Charles, I had forgotten about it, too”, Edwin tells him once their laughter has died down, a smile still on his plush lips; Charles almost kisses it off them. “Even if it was quite a beautiful wedding.”

“It was.” It had been warm and sunny and quick, just them and a lovely older woman, a kiss to Edwin’s cheek and a lie about being too timid for public affection, a long walk on the beach afterwards and the elation of a little bit more hope that they would never have to part. “We should do it again.”

“What?”

“Get married.” He’s only had the thought for a split second, and yet Charles can almost see it in his mind: a proper ceremony this time, with Crystal and Niko there, writing vows and kissing Edwin senseless after he says I do, and meaning it differently this time, still meaning it the same way as the first time, too. “We should get married again. Marry me again?”

The question startles a surprised sound from Edwin, something in between a laugh and a gasp, and his eyes are as wide as they were the first time Charles proposed it. Proposed to him.

“But we have permission to stay here now”, Edwin counters, soft and warm and intrigued; his fingers tighten around Charles’ and Charles wants to slide a ring on one of them and never see Edwin without it again.

“I know. Doesn’t make me want to marry you any less”, he tells Edwin and can’t help but smile, can’t help but let the excitement, the love colour every word of it. “There’s so many more countries we could go to now, and there are no records of it anywhere, so we could get married in each one of them. I want to marry you on a beach and in a church and on top of the highest building we can find. And if that stupid department ever changes its mind, and Death finds us, we can tell her, she can’t split us apart, because-”

“-because death is the thing that brought us together.”

“Exactly.” Charles smiles, touched that Edwin remembered his words from back then, and is fairly certain that, if Edwin still had blood flowing through his body, he would be blushing. “A dozen times, at least.”

It takes a moment, but it is one Charles doesn’t mind waiting for, because then Edwin says, “Alright. I’ll marry you. Again.”

“And again?”

“And again”, Edwin replies, soft and sweet, and Charles loves him, then adds, “And then again, if you want to. Husband.”

And this time, Charles gives in, wouldn’t know how to stop himself, and kisses the love and the surprise and the happiness right off Edwin’s lips, and thinks about how they’ll taste after having said their vows the next time, and the one after that, and the one after that, too.

And clutches Edwin closer, and thinks, and the one after that, as well.

And kisses that thought onto Edwin’s lips, too.

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Five things Porsche learns about Kim lets gooooo

This actually started as a prompt from @shubaka forever ago (before we were friends 🥺) and I decided to torture myself by turning it into a 5+1 fic! But then I stalled out bc I didn't know what to add for the other parts klasjdhgf. It's actually still floating somewhere around here in my writing tag!

In it, Porsche is trying to befriend Kim, and Kim is horribly resistant to it. Porsche steals Chay's phone since Kim won't answer him, only for Kim to hang up as soon as he speaks, it's a whole thing. Basically Kim being forced to bond with his future brother in law <3

The first thing Porsche learns about Kim is that he's a squirrely little bastard. He weasels his phone number out of Chay - after finding out that Kinn didn't have it saved in his own phone, which will be a conversation for later - but Kim doesn't any answer any of the flurry of phone calls and texts that Porsche hurls his own way. Apparently, according to Porchay, Kim has memorized all the numbers of everyone important enough to be worth his time, and doesn't bother with anyone else.

What if someone has to borrow a phone? Porsche had asked. Sucks to be them, Chay replied, with a silly smile that might mean he's kidding, or it might mean he knows exactly how ridiculous Kim is being, but still somehow likes him anyway. Porsche would prefer the former but he's almost certain it's the latter, and he's trying to figure out exactly why Chay would like him so much. Because as far as Porsche can tell? Kim is more akin to a feral cat than anything else. Keeps his distance, sullenly watches Porsche anytime they happen to be in the same room, looking away only to scan for the nearest exit - which he takes at the earliest opportunity - and Porsche is certain Kim has actually hissed at him once. Probably not. Since Kim won't answer unknown numbers, Porsche is forced to stoop to his level. Kinn's phone is of course out of the question, which only leaves one other person, at least only one Porsche can easily access, guaranteed to have it. He's holding a struggling Porchay in a headlock while the phone dials. It only rings once. "Hello, love," Kim greets, his voice warm and syrupy and so, so fond that Porsche has to gag, just to see the way his brother flushes. "I'm sorry, Kim!" Porchay shouts. He's still struggling, digging his hands into Porsche's sides. "I tried to stop him!" "Porsche." And there it is, that flat tone Porsche is used to. "Hi, Kim, how's it going?" he asks casually. "Goodbye. "Wait, wait, wait!" It's no use. The line is already dead. Porsche releases his brother with a groan, and doesn't fight it when Chay snatches back his phone. "Why does he have to be so difficult?" "Kim doesn't like being cornered, hia," Chay scolds him. "If you just talked to him like a normal person-" "He won't let me! He keeps running!" "You're intimidating!" Porsche doesn't believe that for a second. If Kinn wasn't intimated by him, no way his feral, murderous little brother was. "Maybe you're coming on too strong? He probably think you're gonna kill him for, y'know..." "No, I don't know." Porsche side-eyes Chay, who's no longer making eye contact. "Do I need to kill him?" "No!" "Should I want to?" "Hia, No!" Chay throws his hands up. "See! This is why he won't talk to you! You're embarrassing." "Good. Also, I don't care. I want to talk to him, and unless he wants me to lock you in your room and forbit you from seeing each other for the rest of your life, he better cooperate." Chay lets out a sigh like the weight of all the world is bearing down on him. "I'll talk to him," he mumbles, sullen. 

[azure-firecracker]

5, 28, 30, 38

This is from this ask game. Feel free to send more!

5) Share one of your strengths.

I have a hard time doing this since I’m not always the most confident writer in the world, but I think I’m really good at mixing philosophy with writing. One of my favorite things to do is explore characters’ belief systems and their morals, what they view as right and good and natural, and I think I’ve gotten good at portraying that through writing. Specifically I think I’ve gotten really good at writing about Mulder’s self-sacrificial complex, and I’m also proud of how I wrote Scully’s relationship with miracles in Caught on Tape and her views on the symbiotic nature of her and Mulder’s partnership in Piece Me Together.

28) Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Only three?!?! This fandom has so so many talented writers! But I’ll try.

@california-112 just finished their October ficlet series, and I highly recommend checking it out. They’re fantastic at all genres, but I especially love all of their hurt/comfort oneshots and there are PLENTY to be found! They’re so multitalented, you’ll find something in the series for everyone. I’ll link it here.

@baronessblixen is a staple in this fandom, so I’m sure I don’t need to explain, but I call her the queen of fluff for a reason. I cannot write fluff at all, so every time I read her work I am in awe of how she’s able to make me feel so good and floaty without being over the top or saccharine. She’s also hilarious! And though she dabbles less in angst, the few fics I’ve read where she has have been fantastic!

Here’s two of my favorites by her.

Finally we have @thursdayinspace who needs no introduction. From angst to fluff, there’s nothing they can’t write, and reading one of their fics is a guaranteed good experience. These are the fics I will remember for weeks to come and reread over and over again. I can’t speak to any of their explicit stuff bc that’s not my thing personally, but I know it’s pretty beloved in the fandom, so do check it out if it’s your thing!

Here’s a few of my favorites but I recommend all of their stuff!

And even though she’s on a TXF hiatus right now, shout-out to @theswisscheeserag ! My favorite mutual beta reader who never fails to make me laugh. She is actually the funniest writer ever but her stuff is also deeply poignant. All of her stuff is fantastic, but Redial will always be one of my favorites.

30) Do you accept prompts?

ALWAYS! What I do NOT accept are time-sensitive prompts because I am a busy college student and will not make promises I don’t know I can keep. HOWEVER I absolutely adore getting prompts and if you send me a prompt it will absolutely make my day always and forever.

38) Talk about a review that made your day.

Every review makes my day! The fact that people are actually reading my work shocks me daily (in the best way).

But @emmiebea left a comment on Raise Your Voices that really made my day, because they said that they actually follow the folk music links I include with each chapter and have been enjoying them. That just made me SO happy because it means that at least one person knows more folk music than they did before because of what I wrote, and that just makes me over the moon🌙

Seriously though. I love all of you❤️

[wetcatspellcaster]

Do you have any writing tips for newbie fic writers? Your descriptions are gorgeous. Thank you for pieces BTW, it's my favorite 'piece' of writing ❤️

hi anon, thank you for the kind words!💞💞 I'm flattered that I'm someone that you'd think to ask this question, so I'll do my best to answer! I've put my response beneath a keep reading cut to prevent it being a long post :)

I wasn't sure how to interpret this question, so I'll focus on 'technical' (?) tips mostly. Hope any of them help, in some small way!

my main tip to new fic writers is: write, first and foremost, for yourself, and to feed yourself. I've seen this perspective get put through the disk-horse ringer of late, so take it or leave it, or take it with as much of a pinch of salt as you need. But truly, from the bottom of my heart and from my position of sudden newfound popularity, this is the most important lesson I was ever given and so I have to say it. Popularity is not guaranteed. Even a popular fic will have haters and people who think it objectively sucks, and the readers who like you will never be fully pleased with what you've delivered. This could all be very depressing and cause an author to lose motivation.... if you make it the criteria for success in the first place. If you make the criteria for success your own happiness (or perhaps the happiness of you and a few close pals), providing yourself with what you, specifically, want to see, you will probably want to keep writing regardless of all other factors. Produce fics that you want to reread when you need comfort, when you are sick, and when you want to see your blorbos exactly the way you want them. This will make any fic worthwhile to you, regardless of stats, and prevent you from writing things that will suffer if your heart isn't in it! (this doesn't preclude gift fics/prompts! sometimes your heart can be 100% in providing food for others. find your key motivators, and feed that - a healthy amount - if you're trying to get into writing as a hobby!)

Now, onto my writing tips! I don't consider myself an expert and these are more lessons that have helped me, specifically, to improve my writing. But maybe something in here will be of use!

Bc you say you like descriptions... I tend to go into detail only when it's an essential thing that needs to be described. Leave wider details for readers to fill in with their own beautiful mind-palaces, and this gives you permission to go ham on what matters. What is it that matters? maybe it's a piece of the environment (say, a soul jar) or maybe it's just how hot one part of your ship is, in their hot clothes or out of them. If you focus on the important stuff but leave the rest to background, this not only creates a good balance of action to description, but it also shows the reader what they should prioritise in the scene.

I also google '[WORD] synonyms' a lot, for descriptions specifically. Which seems like it might be condescending advice, but it both helps you find different words if you're worried you're repeating yourself, and sometimes confirms that yes. You are using the best word actually, as you were.

Get a good balance of complex/simplistic words, as well as a good balance of complex/simplistic sentences. Sometimes you need a flowery description, sometimes you just need to state explicitly what is happening or the way things are. Tone will shift depending on your balance of these two things, so test the waters and see what works for you!

If you feel like you've written too much dialogue, the answer is probably no, you haven't written too much dialogue - for fic specifically. Most people are reading fic bc they want their faves to interact more. You are giving them more interaction and they will probably love it.

If you find phrases you like in the books/fic you read, it isn't plagiarism to use them so long as you recontextualise them. I'm certain I've used other people's words multiple times, particularly for my descriptions/imagery, and this is totally ok so long as the context is original. If you're worried, or its a whole sentence/interaction you like, examine the sentence/interaction and work out why you like it so much. Is it the sentence structure? Is the character dynamic? Is it the way the kiss plays out? Take the things you find sexiest in other people's writing and find ways to incorporate it into your own work!

I proofread by reading aloud. Yes, I sound mental and unhinged. My cats are worried about me. But this not only helps you catch mistakes, it helps to test the flow of a sentence! If you're ever worried a sentence is too long/a line of dialogue doesn't sound in character, read it aloud! This will help you work out if it's flowing or not, and if it isn't then you'll get some clues as to why!

Don't be afraid to take risks, if you want to take risks! This can apply to anything: being brave enough to put in a joke you're not sure people will find funny, describing something in a way you're worried people will find weird, tackling something from a perspective or POV that you find challenging. This may be a more intermediate tip, but you can start with small risks, and experimenting helps you find your writing voice! Taking risks makes your writing unique :) and I can't explain how much better my writing has gotten since I gave myself specific challenges. You will not get it perfectly write 100% of the time (there are some parts of Pieces that are weak compared to other parts) but it will always help you improve.

[utopiastri]

Ahhhhh cute and soft Maxcar my fav trope, they just work so so well together🥺

Love Max's logic yep, if you don't like falling asleep on my couch, you should sleep in my bed. It's better for your back anyways.

Plus a forehead kiss Maxcar, kitty you are a damn genius. That was so wonderful to read first thing in the morning, thank you🥰

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hi 💫 anon!!!

!!! i'm so glad you liked the maxcar prompt - i was a little nervous bc i'd never written them before so i'm thrilled to hear it worked!

LISTEN i guarantee you that man doesn't even register it's weird, his thought process is "oscar needs sleep, he doesn't want to sleep on my couch, therefore he will sleep on my bed" like. his verbalised thought process is exactly the same as his internal one

the forehead kiss!!!!!! i added that literally at the last minute because i was trying to find a way to end it and when i finally thought of the forehead kiss it felt SO perfect i had to go with it

i'm so happy you enjoyed!!! thank you again for sending the prompt in darling! 💕💕💕

[saintkaylaa]

Imma answer these from left to right! 🤍

1. I can but only if it’s okay with @velvetcrimsonkisses and maybe for a different fandom bc I loved her sm I couldn’t top that fr.

2. Yes I do! Just no one ever asks for csm and when I do post for them it doesn’t do that well so I think ppl don’t wanna see it😭 the most recent thing I have for csm is that drabble on aki! Here

3. Tysm for enjoying it! AOT and Levi were my first loves so they will always have my heart first. I hope the fandom never dies🤍

4. Hot take but I don’t think Gojo is hot and I find him really annoying😭 but lately the more I dissect his character the more I have come to appreciate him. But don’t tell him I said that because he’ll think he finally won with me. I clock him all the time in my smaus for a reason💀

5. Yes! Hidden Inventory GC WILL come back soon but I have a lot of requests that I want to at least put a dent in!! That started out as a fun original idea and it makes me feel warm and fuzzy that y’all are asking for it now!

6. Awe thank YOU anon🤍 I’m very honored you entrusted that prompt to me and that I delivered on your expectations 🤍😇 love you!

7. Awee idk about carrying a fandom, but the sentiment is sweet ty! Yea, DS is a show that me and my husband watch together and I think my second anime I ever watched? So it’s pretty special to me. Tanjiro is also so so special to me, I love him to death my precious son. It makes me so happy when y’all ask for other stuff that’s not jjk🤍🥹 keep requesting other fandoms and I can almost guarantee it will get done!

8. So I actually DO plan to make some of the pranks reverse so just hang in there for me!

9. Um wym? That’s defo Ino’s TikTok??

10. I think that’s cool!! If I’m understanding correctly Y/n is the person you were in a past life? If it is that totally makes sense! I always think of Suguru’s as the alternate timeline and Nanami as the true ending but your idea is way cooler.

11. Let’s kiss hot on the mouf, I’m feeling romanticle.

12. I’m a sukuna hater fr but I’m glad you like the way I characterize him bc I sure don’t 😭😭😭 but yea ive seen some where he comes off a little too soft or super modern but to each their own. i certainly don’t follow canon and I’m not gonna tell other ppl how to write either bc it takes a lot of courage to just be creative, and, or, share one’s creativity to the public. Tysm!🤍

[descent-of-a-queen]

[Non-Rival Ship Dynamic With Ayano Ft. Male! Kuroko Kamenaga - I Think You're Cuter Than Our President]

I show up, I gush about my dead and revived hyperfixation, and leave that's how it goes I guess :/ ehem

Ehem, you ever just want more content about Ayano x [insert rando here]? Whether or not that's a yeparonnie or a nopewaytickettonopeavenue, I'm giving this to you bc I NEED it. So here ya go.

Troupe Prompt:

-> The girl, who you think your academic rival likes, likes you

-> "I like you better."

-> serious type is being courted by someone he thought was a serious type

-> giving her a shot/endulging bc he hashtag petty but karma, he starts liking her, he screwed but not really bc she likes you... U sure about that??

-> "She's courting me." says as if she's officially your gf

-> smart inexperienced dummies; dork and nerd

✨ Plot Line on Crack ✨

"It is none of my business who President Saikou's bargaining feelings towards, it is my business when the entirity of the Student Council is affected by his infatuation."

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× Uptight and straight laced, Kuroko Kamenaga was always voted as supreme student since elementary school. Having upheld all these values from an early age, he finds solace in working as he ignores the frivolities of youth.

× Until his final year where he got bested by the eldest Saikou.

× Happy Early Retirement reading books didn't happen bc Prez came a-knocking after his presidential speech ended.

× He is under the implication that Megamo Saikou (Kamino Saikou) is infatuated with the new transfer student, Ayano Aishi, because of the orders he instilled to keep close eyes on her but to also keep distance. Reporting any behaviour or events pertaining to her.

× He finds himself familiarizing her daily routine and his eyes immediately latching onto her idle figure. Catching her habits and seeing her new connections.

× From Ayano's end, she originally sees Kamenaga as similar to her due to his serious and unexpresive expression. She finds herself gravitating to him, her eyes straying and finding him, lingering far too long.

× She notes she sees him often and at times she notices his eye unabashedly looking at her. The dilemma of an Aishi begins as she delves head first to her many questions.

× "Gasp! Does he like me perhaps? Do I like him?

× After marinating in these questions and stealing more glances at him, she decides to shoot her shot in the way she knows best bc of romcom novels/media/history. Courtship!

× An amalgamation of different cultures courtships from the more known, kinda basic modern tecnique ranging from different cultures to the old edo period Japan to Europe. Asking advice from both her family tree and perusing her amassed knowledge from media.

× It all began with the most basic of basics, leaving a letter in his shoe locker so they can meet someplace else. But no one anticipated, after having second thoughts for an entire half hour about the beginning tecnique to be used, the recipient seeing the sender having second thoughts about sending the letter.

× Gurl starts ad-libing as she throws the letter away.

× "Vice President Kamenaga Kuroko, it would do me great pleasure if you allow this humble lady before you to court you for your hand in marriage!"

× "..."

× "...Excuse me...?"

× Shenanigans ensue.

× Cue my freaking fanfic that I cant write right!

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Gurl this sounds cringe but... Ya this sounds cringe, but I swear if I can guarantee something, I can guarantee my ✨eloquence✨ jk. Be the judge when I actually finish something T-T

[takeru-tenkuuji]

I'm not super sold on geats itself but I do like what is setup for the cast (and in gen? like not just the main guys n such) but just that idk Abt execution so far. kingohger I'm waiting to marathon bc I was finding it much more fun to do so like I was doing w geats this time.

also!!!!!!!! in terms of requests and such I do welcome them bc I love prompts and ideas to plant in my head but as you can see I can't guarantee drawing them right away bc I tend to forget easily (esp since I don't frequent tumblr unless I'm just going through my dash)

if anything I tend to be better fulfilling requests when I go out of the way to ask thru a post so that may be a thing sometimes.

commissions...may be a thing though next month so (imagine a pleading emoji here)

[delusionisaplace]

updates:

cause i've been gone for like...two months??

my (kinda not really tho) disappearance

as much as i wanna say that me not posting anything for 2 months was due to my lack of inspiration...i was just too lazy to post 😭 i saw how many requests i had in my inbox and i told myself "yeah, i'm not doing all that" so i kinda tried to stay off the app since i didn't really feel like using it, though i still lurked around a little

prompts

main reason i stopped uploading prompts (besides me not feeling like it) was the fact that most of the requests i was getting were smut prompts?? even though i don't have a problem with making smut prompts, i don't want it to be the ONLY thing i do, so i'm just going to stay away from that for the time being

i will eventually go back to answering requests for smut prompts, since i find writing prompts is a good way to find inspiration, but for now, any smut requests from january to this month have been deleted, and any future requests will be ignored

for anyone else who has requested prompts between december and now: i can't guarantee they'll be up anytime soon, but i'll definitely try

sorry it’s been over a month y’all, i’ll to try to get back on my grind

wips

i mostly just used the time that i wasn't writing to relax, so little progress has been made in terms of my wips, not including lovers to strangers

i was just using that period of time to give myself a little break bc if i didn't, i was probably going to scream and cry about how writing just wasn't going my way 😭

and yeah, that's basically it, glad to be back :))

[the-cookie-of-doom]

hmm here's a prompt -- and no pressure to do this one if you don't want to!

porsche enlisting kim's help to find a gift for kinn. that's what porsche tells kim, anyway (he just wants to get to know kim a little better).

Anything for you, my friend! I have clinical in like an hour so I'm not going to finish this, so here's part 1 of Five Things Porsche Learns About Kim (bc ofc this is going to be a whole Thing)

When Porsche puts his mind to something, nothing can stop him. He's stubborn that way. Him and Porchay wouldn't have survived if he wasn't. Life has been throwing cheap shots at Porsche for his entire life; he's learned to roll with the punches and come up swinging, grinning all the while.

All that to say, he gets what he wants. And right now, he's decided what he wants, is a relationship with his little brother's boyfriend. Because there's nothing Porsche is more stubborn about than family, and that's what they are, now, whether he likes it or not.

Kimhan Theerapanyakul is about to learn the hard way that the Kittisawats are a package deal.

The first thing Porsche learns about Kim is that he's a squirrely little bastard. He weasels his phone number out of Chay - after finding out that Kinn didn't have it saved in his own phone, which will be a conversation for later - but Kim doesn't any answer any of the flurry of phone calls and texts that Porsche hurls his own way. Apparently, according to Porchay, Kim has memorized all the numbers of everyone important enough to be worth his time, and doesn't bother with anyone else.

What if someone has to borrow a phone? Porsche had asked.

Sucks to be them, Chay replied, with a silly smile that might mean he's kidding, or it might mean he knows exactly how ridiculous Kim is being, but still somehow likes him anyway. Porsche would prefer the former but he's almost certain it's the latter, and he's trying to figure out exactly why Chay would like him so much.

Because as far as Porsche can tell? Kim is more akin to a feral cat than anything else. Keeps his distance, sullenly watches Porsche anytime they happen to be in the same room, looking away only to scan for the nearest exit - which he takes at the earliest opportunity - and Porsche is certain Kim has actually hissed at him once. Probably not.

Since Kim won't answer unknown numbers, Porsche is forced to stoop to his level. Kinn's phone is of course out of the question, which only leaves one other person, at least only one Porsche can easily access, guaranteed to have it.

He's holding a struggling Porchay in a headlock while the phone dials. It only rings once.

"Hello, love," Kim greets, his voice warm and syrupy and so, so fond that Porsche has to gag, just to see the way his brother flushes.

"I'm sorry, Kim!" Porchay shouts. He's still struggling, digging his hands into Porsche's sides. "I tried to stop him!"

"Porsche." And there it is, that flat tone Porsche is used to.

"Hi, Kim, how's it going?" he asks casually.

"Goodbye.

"Wait, wait, wait!" It's no use. The line is already dead. Porsche releases his brother with a groan, and doesn't fight it when Chay snatches back his phone. "Why does he have to be so difficult?"

"Kim doesn't like being cornered, hia," Chay scolds him. "If you just talked to him like a normal person-"

"He won't let me! He keeps running!"

"You're intimidating!" Porsche doesn't believe that for a second. If Kinn wasn't intimated by him, no way his murderous little brother way. "Maybe you're coming on too strong? He probably think you're gonna kill him for, y'know..."

"No, I don't know." Porsche side-eyes Chay, who's no longer making eye contact. "Do I need to kill him?"

"No!"

"Should I want to?"

"Hia, No!" Chay throws his hands up. "See! This is why he won't talk to you! You're embarrassing."

"Good. Also, I don't care. I want to talk to him, and unless he wants me to lock you in your room and forbit you from seeing each other for the rest of your life, he better cooperate."

Chay lets out a sigh like the weight of all the world is bearing down on him. "I'll talk to him," he mumbles, sullen.

[lords-of-fortune]

informal, alternate, and wardrobe for tierce and ro :3

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

If Tierce is wearing clothes on a lazy day (rare) he usually just has a pair of soft comfy drawstring pants and maybe an open shirt or just something reminiscent of a bandeau over his breasts. Just comfortable and easy to relax in. Rodaine on the other hand is bad at relaxing so once he's up for the day he's getting dressed even if he doesn't have anything in particular to do. His outfits tend toward poet-style shirts and pants that maybe tend towards the tight side (still comfortable but definitely showing off a bit. He thinks it looks nice with the shirts).

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

For modern au Tierce, he's got a lot of ripped jeans, sleeveless shirts, and leather jackets. He's also a big fan of boots. Very punk rock and cool. I already answered modern au for Rodaine so... oh! I just remembered vampire au! He also wears a lot of poet-y shirts there but I think he's fancier as a vampire than he normally is. Lace on his sleeves, high-collared fancy jackets and coats. Maybe even a cape or two. Very stereotypical victorian vampire fashion because why not lean into it?

wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

I think they both expand their wardrobes at specific points of their stories. In Lothering Tierce didn't have much because there wasn't a guarantee they wouldn't have to flee again and they'd previously been moving a lot so they didn't have a lot of space to have a lot of clothes and they didn't always have much money for it either. Tierce is great and mending his own clothes because of this and he's used to having not much variety when living in lowtown. When he gets to hightown and has more walking around money he definitely goes on a bit of a shopping spree. Lots of exploring fashion in a way he wasn't able to do before and figuring out what he *really* likes to wear. A Lot of his spending money goes towards jewelry lmao. He does still spend time mending his favorite pieces of clothing to keep wearing them longer.

Rodaine is used to wearing threadbare second- or third-hand circle robes and is decent at mending, though it's not his preferred method of spending idle time. The second he has a small amount of change he gets at least something that isn't a Circle robe. He moves on from robes asap and invests in armor when he becomes an arcane warrior etc. He cycles through stuff as it becomes defunct or useful during the Blight bc mending is more effort than it's worth to sell armor for scrap when he's pulled a whole new nice set of armor off a corpse or something. His wardrobe of actual clothes once he settles in Amaranthine I think is not too big or fancy, just basic Warden uniforms, his poet shirts and tight pants, maybe one or two formal outfits. Gideon I'm sure gets him some nice things but he doesn't buy much for himself unless it's to replace something threadbare/damaged. In the universe where he goes after Morrigan I think he's back to not having much of a wardrobe, just whatever they can find/repair/make themselves. Mending still isn't his favorite pasttime but he's content with it.

He's also perfectly content letting Gideon dress him up in the universe where they're together in amaranthine 🥰

[carmenberzattosgf]

WE HAVE SO MANY HD CATS there's like two that live full time in the garden center. Shadow is all black and then there's biscuit that's like a long haired like mottled brownish tabby with white belly n chin and paws. Biscuit like on a semi regular basis finds her way INTO the depot

But there's a bunch of other ones that live around and outside the store, there's a feral cat colony like behind the building somewhere. Garden associates feed our garden cats so I think thats why they hang around sm

I saw one outside this morning he was white with orange spots (or the reverse idk) and in my head that is now Creamsicle I've never seen that man in my life

There were kittens in our receiving once I almost took one home 💀

ALSO to cai

Yes I agree bots are like so hit or miss thats literally why I created my own like, if you like more literate (long) responses it is like pulling teeth to get a bot that's written bad to do good shit also I train my bots (using the rating system) so I can usually get really long replies from mine

Tbh imo usually on the discover page the ones further down are the best ones. Also if u see like a good length from one bot but don't always like the prompt check the creators profile and I guarantee you'll find a million more. also like, a lot of ppl (me included) take bot requests too

But also like, cai is just annoying bc u search up CB and i think rn it stops after bots w 15k interactions and it used to be like 5k it's just annoying

Also a lot of bot creators have tts or tumblrs 🤷

-🍋

HI SORRY THIS TOOK ME A SEC

I love that you have so many Home Depot cats that’s so fun!! Dude I would love to have cats just like around where I work that sounds so lovely.

[phyrestartr]

First of all, gay bless all your written works, they eat up every single time. Every time I read one of your posts it's a guaranteed treat. And when I saw you were willing to write for Naoya, my little gay brain just exploded. (He needs more gay fans to be honest.)

Hear me out on this scenario- Naoya with a reader who is from a different clan, and the two of them were pretty close knit growing up. Heck, Naoya never considers that maybe his feelings for reader aren't platonic (even if they have something of a friends with benefits relationship), until he finds out that reader is getting engaged to a woman from another clan. (Not that reader wants it, but his clan has conservative views on marriage and it's just to get another curse technique into the clan)

The night after reader's wedding ceremony, he and Naoya go at it, because Naoya just can't comprehend that a woman is taking his man away. And the two of them just fall asleep in the bed reader is supposed to be sleeping with his spouse in. I hope this is coherent. :,)

-🐚

EY TYSM! Just wanna be transparent tho and let folks know I'm not actually gay, I'm asexual and demiromantic (maybe aromantic?) aaand nb 😎 Ngl sometimes I think about it and realize I practically identify as a blank sheet of paper lol... But yeah, just wanna clarify that to not mislead folks on my end (i take no offense to the assumption btw pls don't fret--im chillin)

YES, your idea for Naoya is MINT and (although I have taken 500 years to reply to this) I've been ruminating on plot points and a way to start the story 🤔 Not looking for suggestions necessarily, I just need to let it bounce around in my head until I get an idea I like (once Naoya is in the anime, I'm sure I will be WIDE AWAKE and ready to go, too loool)

THOUGH I GOTTA SAY I FEEL LIKE NAOYA WOULD DO SOME TOXIC AND ILLEGAL SHIT BTS TO RUIN THE MARRIAGE/SABOTAGE IT BC HE SUCKS ASS SOOO PREPARE THYSELF BEHEHE

TY FOR THE ASK/PROMPT AND KIND WORDS!!

[futurefind]

[ KARAOKE ] : for our muses to sing karaoke together (sa & zaya bc he dragged her here uvu)

first meeting prompts / relevant notes / @metrictita

She's going to kill him, she thinks, not for the first time (ignoring the lack of malice and about as much heat as a soft serve ice cream). When she'd 'agreed' to come here with him, she was expecting his usual song and dance— his peacocking about the stage with at least one pair of eyes (begrudgingly) guaranteed to be set on him.

Absolutely not traipsing like a fool along with him...!

Except to say no would be to let that smug fucker win, give him something to hold over her head 'til the cows came home and back again. She'd be lucky if he let her forget it this side of a decade (if she even lasted longer that that, but regarding him or being this side of alive was hard to say).

So. Sasume ignores the freezing electricity of mortification pouring through her veins and screaming at her to get anywhere where the eyes won't follow her and bites back a Fuck You. Not because he didn't deserve it, but because she didn't deserve the resulting... quips.

"You're insufferable," she hisses as she walks past, mindful to make sure no one can overhear despite— or maybe because of— the nervous flush already painting her face.

For perhaps the first time, she's thankful for her job. Where else, after all, could she have such a finely tuned experience for ignoring adrenaline and her screaming flight responses?

To say her mind eases when the song is something... heavier? More active? Fuck if she knows— but it's harsh enough to not have to linger on her own sounds too much and instead just focus on the most distance corner she can find as best as she can.

"God, I don’t know ‘bout the reason why I met you, I’m only counting the scars—"

...Mostly. What parts of her that aren't screaming with dread keep half an eye on Zaya's own eccentricities. Not to mimic him (awful), but instead to weave around him and out of his way. It ain't a spar, but physical back and forths are familiar enough to take the edge off.

"We cut into each other, it’s obvious that I knew The reason right from the start."

It's hard not to chuck the mic back right at him once it's over, but she's not sure if it's because of her prioritizing her haste or keeping him from getting as much ammunition as she can.

She speeds back to her seat, deftly avoiding anyone and everyone, and resists the urge to start gulping for air or burying her face into the tabletop. Maybe she'll use the bathroom as an excuse for the... weirdest instance of using Shinrei to clean herself up.

"No," she says, as soon as he rejoins her, stabbing a finger right into his face. "I ain't doing that again!" And, before he can start pushing in this or that direction, "I'm done for the night."