#constant answers

[chloesimaginationthings]

What Vanny was up to during FNAF security breach

[manchestereyes]

real true requited love which is the best feeling in the world <3

[zivazivc]

ur interpretation of floyd is like my fav ever

Ayyyyy Floyd loves you too <3

[navree]

Incorrect, the fact that Biden has dropped out and a candidate with history of supporting medicare for all and being more receptive to a ceasefire in the I/P conflict has made me go from "I cannot morally support the Democratic nominee" to "I am voting for the Democratic nominee despite the fact she isn't perfect in every respect." I'm really happy this played out. The Dems for the most part abandoned the old Obama platform and it feels like its possible an actual progressive agenda could come to pass in my lifetime.

Kamala 2024!

If you weren't going to vote Democratic in this election before Biden dropped out you're a dorkass loser who does not care about any of the issues you're yammering about here and also a fundamentally bad person, and I hope you get run over by a bus.

But you got one thing right in all of this gibberish, Kamala 2024.

[logictoinsanity]

for the record the correct answer is they switch all the time but Logan bottoms more

[pseudophan]

You play guild wars a lot right? Have you ever accidentally come across Dan?

this used to be a bit of a touchy subject cause some less than great phannies would stalk him in game many years ago which caused people who don't play it to assume everyone who did was doing it to follow dan around which like. oh my god i can't imagine anything worse. because yeah i've run into him a few times and it's TERRIFYING. i don't know why, it shouldn't be, i have every right to play the game and if we end up in the same place that's perfectly fine but it still feels like i'm breaking some sort of international law

usually i run in the opposite direction if i see him (which has only happened like twice to be fair) bc in my head he's gonna magically know the random player walking by is a phannie and strike me down, but one time i was in the lfg (looking for group) trying to find a squad doing daily bounties and one popped up so i joined and immediately after joining i saw the name of the commander (person leading the squad, which is an up to 50 player group) and Wow Guess Who. i really needed to do my dailies though so i was like what the fuck ever, lets go. thanks dan for the lead i guess. i got downed once during it and he revived me and we had the very thrilling exchange of 'ty' 'np :)' so i guess i can genuinely say danisnotonfire saved my life

[sysig]

“It could be that the loss of her children drove the Queen deeper into her darker desires...but, I don’t believe she was fighting against them that hard before that particular tragedy. No monster does.” (Patreon)

Bonus:

Hmm, wonder what he could cover those holes with :3c

[dizzybevvie]

No bc Warrior Cats genuinely couldve done something with Starclan and generational trauma and romanticising "old times" and the warrior code because Starclan arent deities theyre just dead people but instead we get another 6 books of Will They/Wont They with a TigerStar clone

[canisalbus]

If Machete had a real fever and hallucinated an angel who explained germ theory to him, do you think he would take that well? Would he retain any of that?

He'd be absolutely horrified in the dream and Concerned upon waking up, and I think that uneasiness would probably last for a day or two. But realistically he'd know it was a dream and eventually rationality would win. Besides, if he tried to talk about such an incomprehensible, outlandish concept with anyone, surely they would think he had finally lost it.

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

ily and I love your writing but can I just ask /how/ does one manage to write/post 180k in 3 weeks? I need tips and also your stamina

Okay to be really serious.

Practice. I've been writing every single day for two decades. A lot of it really is practice practice practice. You do something every day, you get good at it.

Write terribly. You gotta write a lot of shit before you can write a lot of good shit. Quantity doesn't equal quality. So get ready to write a lot of shit first.

Hold yourself accountable. For the past decade I've worked professionally in the publishing industry in one capacity or another. That means I've had to work to deadlines. I just got used to it. I don't recommend setting yourself a deadline if you're just starting out - that'll just put undue pressure on yourself. But if you've got a good rhythm going, it can help to set yourself a posting schedule for a fic (say, a chapter every week) as a form of self-accountability. It sucks but self discipline is sadly necessary.

Having said that...

TAKE. BREAKS. Stop if you're not having fun, and adjust your goals if you feel burnout approaching. At the end of September/start of October I had a very bad few weeks where I didn't think I could get all my planned Halloween fics out this year. So I was honest with my readers, and adjusted my schedule accordingly. You don't owe anyone else a damn thing, but you do owe it to yourself to take care of yourself.

Carrots, not sticks. Frankly? Treat yourself like a dog or a kindergarten student. Reward yourself! Gold star! You wrote 1k words? All right, a piece of chocolate or an episode of TV for you! Writers are so hard on themselves and that's just not how brains work. Teach your brain that writing gives you rewards! Writing gives you good things!

It's a marathon not a sprint. Stamina is something you build up to. If you want to run a marathon, you need to start training at least six months ahead of time, and you start very small: two miles. Not even five. Two. You build up slowly. And then, do you know what you do when you get close to twenty-six miles?

You drop back down. You run eighteen. Fifteen. Ten. Until for the last couple weeks before the marathon, you're down to just two miles again.

Then you run twenty six.

And then after that? You rest. You want to run another marathon? Great. Rest first. Then we build up again.

You can't run twenty six miles over and over and over. You will burnout. I burned out. I wrote 375,000 words last year for October. If you go into my Ao3 and look, I didn't write much of any fic the rest of the year. I wrote a Wednesday fic in February for a friend, two Xedgin fics in April, and then two more Xedgin fics in June. It was that break that allowed me to write so much for October.

I wish I had a ton of cool tips and tricks, but it really is simple, at least for me. Practice. For a long time. For years. Write a lot of shit so you can write a lot of good shit. Take breaks when you need to, use deadlines strategically, and reward yourself.

I hope any of this is helpful, nonny. Best of luck! ❤️

[gingermaple]

Zombie mumbo? That one would be interesting! :)

unlike cleo, who embraces her zombie nature, mumbo has done everything he can to slow the inevitable decay

[burning-academia-if]

Lars + Flustered, please and thank you :)!

Happy one year anniversary to people trying to figure out how to fluster Lars!!!!!

Lars + Flustered

            “You’re not going to get him to blush, let alone be flustered. You might as well give up now.” Had been Nevio’s advice when you’d finally broken down and asked him. The impenetrable wall that was Lars Angel was one you couldn’t even begin to climb.

            It wasn’t just that you wanted to get him flustered, but you thought if you could achieve that, maybe he’d be willing to show just a little more of his emotions around you. The flicker of emotions he showed were so mild and so calculated. Still, if even the members of the Student Wardens had either scoffed or wished you luck, you weren’t sure how you were going to manage this feat.

            You’d tried everything you could think of. Surprises, sweet words, heated words, physical touch, gifts, everything. He’d caught on quickly, and while you’d expected him to tell you to knock it off at first, he’d only given his usual sharp smile.

            “Keep trying.”

            The challenge in those words had made you keep going. Lars had yet to break, and you’d long since lost count of your attempts.

            You flopped on the couch in his dorm, staring up at the ceiling. With a long suffering sigh, you said, “I give up.”

            “On?” Lars didn’t even look up from his laptop. He lounged next to you, feet propped up on the coffee table, his hair faintly messy and glasses low on his nose.

            Another heavy sigh escapes you. Of course, you’ve never actually said your end goal was to fluster him. Even if it was obvious to him what you were doing, saying it out loud would have ruined the intention behind it. The whole affair had been an open secret.

            Lars reaches out and lightly brushes a knuckle against the top of your head, “I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”

            “This isn’t something you’d be willing to help with.”

            He finally lifts his head, places the laptop atop the table, and turns his full attention to you, “I’m willing to help you with anything if it’ll make you stop mopping.”

            “I need a list of all your weaknesses pronto—”

            “Try again.”

            As he turns away you let out a groan, “How many times have I tried, only to end in failure and for my beloved to scorn me—”

            “You’re acting like a child.”

            “—whatever can one do in such a state?” You reach up for him, fingers trailing against his face.

            There’s not a hint of amusement in his expression, “You’ll figure it out. You have a whole lifetime to figure it out.”

            “A whole—?” He returns back to his work before you can process the implications. You sit upright, suddenly feeling a wave of heat rush through your body. An entirely unfair experience consider this is what you’ve spent ages trying to get him to feel. “Hey, I’m going to need you to explain that statement, sir.”

            He doesn’t. And he doesn’t for the rest of the night despite your pestering.

[seiwas]

hello sel!!! hru doing??

The ask game is super fun! How about Gojo + vindictive.

I hope u hv had a lovely day 🫶

zuro anon

zuro anon hello!! thanks for sending in a prompt!! i'm doing good 🥺 spending this lil vacay at home, mostly 🥺 and happy to be back writing 🥺 i hope you have the loveliest weekend 💗

contains: non-canon, childhood enemies to lovers (ish), (modern) arranged marriage, reader wears a braid and dresses

gojo + vindictive

you hate gojo satoru. you have ever since you were 5.

he's a bully―a real cocky one at that, with no regard or remorse for how his actions affect those around him.

on the day before your 6th birthday, right as your parents gathered together for the annual countdown, he gobbled up the entire plate of your favorite milk cakes before you could even take a bite. this marked the start, the beginning of a vengeance stewing inside of you.

at the age of 8, when you first learned how to do your own braids, he would tug at them, pull them free and unravel all your hard work for the past hour. you used to chase him for it, yell "satoru!" with all the strength your little lungs could muster and he would merely laugh and run faster.

the name "satoru," you've learned, must be synonymous with "sabotage," because it's all he's ever done. he threw the flower geto suguru handpicked for you straight to the ground, and purposely splashed gutter water all over the white dress you intended to wear on your first date.

not to mention, he's always rubbed in the fact that he's better than you, at everything―dangled all his accomplishments in front of you as if he knew they were just centimeters out of reach.

gojo satoru is solely responsible for tainting your childhood memories a miserable cerulean blue.

so, when your parents sit you down one day and tell you that you'll have to marry him, you feel transported in that moment, to each and every instance gojo has ever wronged you. it flips through your mind like a montage of flashbacks in a movie.

it's both surprising and not. your families have always been partners, in everything―business, education, and now you guess, life as well. you hate gojo's guts but this creates an opportunity you don't think can result from anything else.

so, sure, you'll agree to the marriage―only to make his life a living hell.

"hello, fiancée," he greets you, for the first time since the agreement.

you don't do anything to hide your disgust, face scrunching up as you spit out, "shut up, satoru."

the wedding planning is horrendous―at least, you hope it is for him. you pick out every single cake flavor you know he hates and choose the brightest venue possible for the event. the lights you pick for the afterparty are strobe lights, and you make sure to do multiple test runs just to play with his eyes. it doesn't occur to you that the solution to his light sensitivity is simple: just a plain pair of shades.

you wear plumping lip gloss on your wedding day, just so his lips burn when you have to kiss him. but gojo is either extremely numb or just good at faking it, because all he does is grin as he whispers quietly before parting, "spicy."

in preparation for your married life, you create a ledger of some sort―a book of accounts housing every single thing gojo has done wrong. you write down your plans to get him back for each of them, a list of pranks and inconveniences to make him regret ever messing with you all those years ago.

at half a year of marriage and 25 years of knowing each other, he casually tells you the big "i love you," but you're sure he doesn't mean it. you tell yourself your heart is racing from how infuriating his existence is; at how stupid his face looked when he'd said it. not anything else and most especially not the little dimple on his cheek that shows itself every now and then.

(you didn't know it yet then, but he'd found the ledger you kept and read through it all. the one-year plan, the three-year plan, the five, and so on. and it does nothing but strengthen how he feels about you, since he was 6, 14, and a few years ago at 24.

it's at your third year of marriage that you find out―how gojo's known all this time, but more importantly, how there were reasons behind every single instance you thought he was out to ruin your life.

with intelligence far beyond his age, gojo has always preferred the company of adults more than children. at age 6, he would listen in on conversations his mother had with her friends, roughly comprehending complex worlds with the simple ones he understood. someone had mentioned something about their daughter being allergic to milk. and so, when your birthday came up and all he saw were milk treats, he gobbled them all up in an effort to make sure you wouldn't be subjected to an adverse reaction―even though you were far off from any dairy allergy.

what he was sure of, however, was that you were severely allergic to bees. and when he spotted one perched right on the buttercup stem geto handed you, he had no choice but to smack it right out of your hand and down to the ground, stepping on it too, for good measure.

and, okay, maybe he was a little naughty for tugging at your braids when you'd just spent all that time doing them, but he always liked how they flowed into waves when they unravelled; how you'd chase him afterwards, angry but so, so pretty.

if there's one moment gojo will consider real sabotage, though, it's that date he stopped you from going to. like there was any way he was going to let another man see you dressed like that. he isn't nice that way. when gojo wants something, he's not sharing, and the sight of you in white―that was meant to be his and only his.)

[phanrenaissance]

tell me what the video Basically, I’m Gay means to you?

daniel howell why did you send this ask to every phannie tumblr account you could find .

[mooneln0ne]

im sorry i cannot get over the fact that your kobylu fanchild's name is salmonella. makes me audibly giggle every time i see her on my dash thank you

Coby looked away for a second and Luffy signed it as her name

[qcomicsy]

FAM!!! JUST BECAUSE DICK WANTED THE MAN WHO KILLED HIS PARENTS DEAD DOESN'T NOT MEAN HE WAS A VIOLENT ROBIN!!!!

HAVING ANGER ISSUES DOESN'T MAKE YOU VIOLENT BY DEFAULT

FAM WE WERE JOKING– FAM–