#but i still check in on moots

[grolarbear]

i dont make many posts anymore but block me if youre proship idgaf if we're mutuals or not leave me ALONE i hate that this has happened twice go AWAY. AUGHJLSDH fucking hell idc if youre the nicest person in the world just leave oh my god

[i-may-be-an-emu]

Some of my favourite out of context sfth ao3 tags because these are so funny (also all of these are from different fics)

Disclaimer that these aren’t mine :)

[itsmuffiiee]

What are your favorite DCA fics? Some of mine are Solar Lunacy, LDR, and Sleuth Jesters! :D

OKAY!! so I don’t think I have a favorite? I have fanfics I’m currently excited to see update though!! (Which is.. almost every fic I read but I’ll try to include some I’m ESPECIALLY excited about!!)

Enjoy some silly notes about each Fic Below!! ・・・★

Flaring Rays and Ivory Crescents

By @surrealkunstlerin

- Moon has a silly stupid laugh but let him have it..! he deserves it!

- How y/n spending isn’t giving them anxiety is beyond me- I think you gotta trust the robots to be financially intelligent

- I would just sort of lay in moons arm all day before they both got mad at me for not doing anything 😞

- Self indulgent.. my dream: sun and moon would be helpers that help me live a better life )::

Red sky

By Kettle_fish

- “I want two boyfriends, and I want by boyfriends to be boyfriends”

- 257k my beloved

- I really enjoyed the moments of y/n bonding with sun and moon in the cell ::3c

An Introvert Meets the Devil at the End of the World

By Kassykins

- post apocalyptic time!!

- sun is so traumatized

- Should of listended to y/n smh

- interactions between the bots and y/n … 12/10… the other humans though make me question humanity- I think however that’s is the point to be off put and disgusted by them

- I enjoy moon protecting y/n as their source of life and is trying to get sun not to FUCK IT UP

He’s a little confused but he got the spirit

By @midnight-mourning

- I can’t wait to see sun stare in the mirror and realize “oh god, I like them, oh god, oh no.. THAT THING IS WHAT I FALL FOR? You got to be kidding me!!”

- The Sun is burning out and is stressed )::

- Beloved moon in this fic, I hope he gets everything he wants and more

- Fanart MIGHT be in progress.. I am excited to draw these goobers

There Are Many Benefits (To Rethinking This Career Path)

By @moonliched

- Nessa x Chica was not on my 2024 bingo

- I need to see sun and moon get jealous more often

- Author please, please, let them have a sleep over someway somehow

- “I need to go into the ocean, I need to be in there” - y/n probably

- the little extra bits at the end of each chapter DO make me smile and brighten up my day immensely

If ongoing fics aren’t your style !! And you prefer completed stories I also have: Claw at the Stars by @vivisols !!

- NON HUMAN Y/N BELOVED !!

- more mermaids.. ::3

- I love all their fics sm.. ‹𝟹

> I have so many more fics to share (to ramble about).. so..so many but I’ll leave it here for now!! Thank you for asking!! Please be mindful of tags before reading! ::)

[darlingpoppet]

Upon A Lazy Bed — Patrochilles (TSOA)

The Song of Achilles | Achilles/Patroclus | M | 4.7k Words

My first* Patrochilles fic is two years old today! I’m still really proud of this one (everyone’s fic that’s designed to vent all their pent-up TSOA feels is always quite meaningful right?) So I wanted to reshare it here on tumblr <3 Thanks for everything so far, Patrochilles pals, I love talking to you all and creating for this fascinating ship <3 <3

Excerpt:

Achilles is in high spirits.

Throughout the night, he takes each opportunity as we edge past one another in the tent to fondly squeeze my shoulder, or playfully blow in my ear, or place a kiss on my forehead. He eats his dinner of spiced mutton and bread with a smile, complimenting my cooking tonight as particularly delicious. Even the dogs receive extra rubs behind their ears. If Achilles were anyone else, I might have thought there was something untoward about his easy affection and generous compliments, but I have long since outgrown my mistrust of his sincerity.

In truth, I am grateful for the ease in tension. After Phoinix came to relay the events of the first day to us, the enervating haze of suspense amidst our idleness has abated somewhat. Achilles’ plan seems to be working. I am anxious of what may yet still come to pass if his gambit fails, but for now, the cost has not been too great.

He reclines now in our bed, humming sweetly. One hand is behind his head while the other plucks at invisible lyre strings somewhere in the air in front of him. His ankle rests against a drawn-up knee, and his calf muscles flex as his foot bobs in time to the tune he composes.

I am there, too. My head lays against his shoulder while I listen to his voice and play cat’s cradle with a favorite bit of spun wool. My restless hands have been fidgety all day, so it is satisfying to bind them tightly while my fingers weave patterns into the string, and then release them again. The slashes on my wrist which Achilles redressed for me after dinner still ache underneath the fresh bandages, but the pain has dulled since yesterday.

Achilles’ hum is soothing, like a mother’s lullaby. My body tingles pleasantly. I still remember what his voice sounded like when it was yet untouched by the blossoming of his manhood. Sometimes I miss it, but since then it has deepened into a handsome tenor that seems to vibrate at the same frequency as my very core. I love it.

“What is that song?” I ask him.

He pauses for a moment to answer. “The story of Psyche.”

“Ah.”

I understand why it might be on his mind. In the stories, Psyche had betrayed the trust of her husband, the love god, Eros. Full of regret, she faced a series of trials given to her by the goddess Aphrodite, the last of which resulted in her death. Touched by her fidelity, however, Eros had forgiven her, and rewarded her with immortality upon Mount Olympus. A happy ending where love and devotion win the day.

I think back to our argument from the night before. How we had both wounded one another with our treacherous actions. But in the end, we had been able to overcome it.

I have no chance of becoming a god, of course, but I indulge for a moment in the fantasy of saving Achilles from his prophesied fate myself—that somehow my love alone might be enough to make the gods take pity on us and let him live so that he could stay by my side for the rest of our days. That the beauty between us is pure enough to grant him his eternal fame. And then he would have no need of things like reputation and honor in the eyes of the other Greek kings. The both of us, we are enough.

The humming stops again and Achilles is silent, as if weighing something.

“Are you… getting tired?” he asks.

He often inquires this when he is trying to gauge my interest in intimacy, but this time his tone is unusually diffident. Perhaps he is unsure if the past couple of weeks have irreversibly chilled my appetites. Even before our quarrel, we had been fearful to touch one another in the midst of the plague, and too busy and exhausted for it besides. This is probably the first chance we have had since the hardships began.

“I am not,” I say.

“I am not, either.”

I have his full attention now. He plucks the tangle of string from my fingers; I flex a few times to invigorate the blood back into them. He takes one of my hands—the bandaged one—and presses a kiss into my palm. His lips are soft, and achingly gentle. My breath hitches. Achilles, thinking it’s from pain, stops immediately.

“I’m sorry,” he says quickly. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” I reassure him. “Do not stop.”

He nods, redirecting his affection to my face. Slowly, and ever so tenderly, he plants a kiss at the corner of my mouth. My lips part slightly, hoping to lure him in, but he is not done yet. He leans over to one side to place another gentle kiss at the point where my neck, ear, and jaw meet. I wonder if he can taste my pulse there, I think to myself. The tip of his nose drags against my cheek slightly as he pulls away, jarring loose a few locks of hair that had been tucked behind my ear. I am in a trance now; my eyelids lower, my mouth hangs open. Smiling, he gives one final kiss at the corner of my brow that is light, and yet so fond that I begin to tremble.

Even when he is hardly doing anything at all, he has the ability to leave me breathless.

“Achilles,” I whisper. It is the only thing I can say when there is nothing else that needs to be said.

“Patroclus,” he murmurs in answer. His voice is heavy with desire. I want him to always sound this way when he says my name.

READ THE REST ON AO3 HERE!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41398932

(*Technically a Hades Patrochilles ficlet I wrote beat this one to the ao3 publish button, but this one is certainly the first published patrochilles fic I actually started working on so I’m still giving it the title, haha)

[ibeblizzard12]

Erm guys, im not 100% sure but I think my antidepressants made me hallucinate last night 💀I can’t be certain cuz it seemed pretty fucking but like I saw weird black worm bug thing crawling around my wall and then it turned to a crab spider thing and then back to the black worm and it “fell” on my bed ik a bug changing it race or whatever seems pretty delusional but I was flailing around when I thought it feel in my bed TwT and I went outside my room because I didn’t wanna be in the same room as that thing and I saw these like humanish arms in the shadows of some room the had the door open and I thought I saw my mom in a chair but when I walked over to check there was no one there and the entire time I feel like there was eyes watching me and bugs crawling inside my skin I was scratching my neck sm to get them out I was about to pull a When They Cry(anime reference cuz they have this fake disease that makes someone really paranoid and they always scratch there neck to death cuz they think there are maggots in there blood and that their cursed by their local god) anywayz I still feel a bit paranoid and it still feels like their are bugs under my skin but I’m not hallucinating anymore(I think) whatever it was it was terrifying so I’m going to go back to 150mg of burpropion cuz these Side effects are wild thx….

[kindred-spirit-93]

What is YOUR favorite disaster in history? Mines pompii ^^

OMG THANK U FOR ASKING. THE BLACK DEATH IS MY JAM!!

was thinking about the history (heh) of my hyperfixations, obsessions, and phases a while back (like in school everyone had an egyptology phase, or an archeology and dinosaurs one, all of the above etc) and mine was the bubonic plague lol

back in ye olden days i went to afternoon arabic schools when i was younger (they were typically held in highschools after hours) and the class i was in had a bunch of books on the shelves, one of which was a history book, and while flipping through i was instantly intrigued.

fair warning the pictures can be quite graphic, but to baby me i was never more morbidly (and medically) curious about the how when and why of it all.

i desperately wanted to know everything, but alas i never really got the chance. i never found the book again, was too young to look it up on the interwebs and it never came up in school. and so that was the end of that

till a few years ago i caught a glimpse of a book in my grandfathers office library, somehow very surprised hed have a book on the black death (he was a microbiologist lol) and asked to borrow it.

unfortunately it sat on my shelf and the years passed without so much a glance from me in its direction. just last week i randomly remembered and decided to dig it up. placed it next to my bedside.

the pages are now amber and carry the faint and quaint scent old books so often do. really looking forward to reading it at long last :')

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my favourites i have on my phone lol (credits to rightful owners!!)

kindred core [│87

[fizziefactory]

Interest Check

Give a like if you're interested in writing with my fizzies!

I've been away, hiatus, purged my inbox and wiped my threads, these characters are a bit like OCs and I understand if they don't mesh with everyone... I wanna know who's interested in writing with them, and let y'all know it's okay to unfollow if not.

If you're interested, I might be open to pick up a thread if we never really got off the ground before the hiatus hit.

Note that this is mutuals only, and this not a starter call, it's a check to see if you want to write or not.

If you don't give this a like, I will assume your interest isn't there any longer, and I won't be chasing interactions with you.

[pastellmochi]

[lifemod17]

welcome to another game of:

Did Tumblr somehow unfollow you from a mutual or did they (the user) purposefully do that?

[squishy-lemons]

how and why do you have so many magnifying glasses next to your url (it’s beautiful)

JDJSJW THIS WAS a long time ago I'm very sorry I didn't see this </3

But I rem this one time last year when dead boy detectives was coming out, there were free badges that tumblr was giving out, just one per user but someone made a mistake I believe which meant I got 50 :]

[catoswound]

does the divus thurinus know how much i dislike him

[jaekaicx]

pspsps-ing the danganronpa lapse fans

[subbykittyboythoughts]

so i think im starting to get into hyperflip (aka dariacore). i met someone online and they gave me a BUNCHHHH of recommendations and a very nice history lesson.

also how the FUCK did i not think of doing complextro but with a bunch of samples.

also my first experience with jersey club that i liked!

[lunarlapinou]

hi i saw your tags about kent being a narcissist. can you elaborate? im v interested in this 👀

I could rant about this for HOURS, but I’d like to preface this rant by saying that I’m not like “qualified” to spot narcissists and narcissistic behavior, so feel free to correct me if I’m wrong. Also this is all my personal interpretation of the material, so please take this with a grain of salt.

The way that I interpret Jack and Kent’s backstory is very like, Jack was in love but Kent just wanted Jack for the ego boost. I feel like to a level Kent DID care about Jack but he just wasn’t IN LOVE.

I feel like Kent’s narcissistic behavior is very prevalent in the Kent chapters from year 2. He goes up to Jack’s room to proposition him and try to convince him to be in his life again. He wants Jack, he wants the ego boost, he wants Jack to want him again. But once it becomes clear that Jack won’t give him what he wants, he has his little outburst and belittles him. He puts Jack down to make himself feel better about the fact that he was rejected.

That’s why I feel like he’s a narcissist, because he puts people down to make himself feel better. Especially the people he loves.

(My thing is, I have a hard time interpreting the Parse chapters from year 3 because I get so heated by my intense hatred for Parse. So if that chapter makes you read things differently, feel free to share.)

I DO feel like after the Center Ice Kiss, Kent finally decided to let Jack go and improve himself. But even then, I feel like he was way too quick to brush off the way he treated him at Epikegster. (In the hidden Parse chapters from Year 4)

(That’s why I also have such a hard time with the pimms ship past the canon time period. Because even when looking at it through the lense of a Parse lover I’m like, “They’ve literally!!! Both moved on!!! They both were using each other in different ways but they’ve both grown past that/filled that void!!!! They don’t need each other anymore!!!!”)

I promise I’m not hating on people that like Parse or pimms or anything else related, I just HATE Kent Parson and I feel like I’m all alone in this world.

[kingdomoftyto]

...BIG FEELS AND BIG PLOT DEVELOPMENTS AT THE END OF THAT BOOK, HUH

[sunnyyflowerrs]

bye i hate twitter so much why is it SO CONFUSING