#howwww do I tag this

[scarymonsters-andsupercreeps]

Lil Robert Plant doodle i did to study some lighting and then promptly forgot about 🌱

[fruitycasket]

Pot Roast! (Sunspell)

I don't know how to write people being happy... So I made a compromise with myself and had Marvin be sick, so then Moira (first) and Sunday (second) can come to his aid and make him a bit happier. Also Higgins is there being (un)helpful.

Also. I made myself hungry. Pot roast is good (and it cooks itself!). :>

(Also up on Ao3 under RottenFruitz)

“You should've called me, you're burning up!” Moira shook her head at the unseen but undoubtedly high number displayed on her thermometer.

Wow, I had no idea. Had it been anyone else, Marvin would have said that aloud. For Moira, he mumbled, "You didn't have to come over."

To that, she snorted. "Not like it's my job or anything. Can you stand?"

No. No he could not. "I'm a man, I can get m'own medicine."

"And end up crawling back to your bed?"

"Ah… well…" That was an accurate assessment of how Marvin handled debilitating sickness. Grumbling half-legible rebuttals, he sank further into bed. Perched on his chest as he had been since daylight broke, Higgins purred, the noise going steady like the hum of a generator. The cat seemed to think he was helping but the extra body heat was the last thing Marvin wanted.

He was scalding hot, sweaty, and mouthbreathing as he lay on top of his duvet. Every now and then be broke into a fit of wet, choking coughs or was seized by several sneezes in a row. What had been the sniffles yesterday was now a full-blown, disabling flu. Or something like that. Maybe Moira had told him otherwise and he hadn't heard or forgotten.

“You need is rest,” Moira chided him, "Which means you stay in this bed until you're feeling better."

"All day? I'll go mad."

"You will be if I find out you've not listened to me."

Marvin hesitated. "Yeah, I will be."

He'd only told Sunday he was ill, and had only meant for Sunday and his friends to know, but he must have sounded seconds from keeling over if the news had gotten to Moira anyway. Did one of them have her phone number? That was a little disconcerting for a reason he couldn't place. That, or they'd just gone to his mum's house, and he didn't feel better about that, either.

Moira said something about getting him medicine and water. Marvin wasn't really listening. His brain, currently cooking in its own immune response, was struggling to keep up its usual activities, and he had all but used up its computing space with that single conversation and the following bit of thinking. Moira left and she could have been gone for a minute or an hour, but when she returned, she spooned Marvin two different medicines, set a glass of cool water on his nightstand, and kissed him on the forehead.

(Then, at the cat's insistence, she gave Higgins a kiss, too.)

“You should feel less shitty in a little while,” Moira stood, "I'll be on my way, now. You get some rest like I said."

“M'kay…” Marvin said. “Thanks.”

“That’s what parents are for." She squeezed his hand, stood, and left him with one more message: "A friend is coming over to check on you later, so if you've been getting out of bed"—she narrowed her eyes—"I'll know."

Marvin sighed, then all but coughed up a lung. When he was finished, he whispered through a sore throat, "Yes ma'am."

Whatever Moira had given him, it knocked him out within the hour. With Higgins as his mildly weighted blanket, he drifted in and out of sleep for all the morning and a good chunk of the afternoon. Once or twice a noise roused him, but he was never cognizant enough to register that he was awake, or that someone might be pressing a hand against his forehead and asking him how we was doing, or that he was answering in deeply slurred words. It all felt like one long, lurid dream where his bedroom sometimes spontaneously appeared.

(It would take hindsight for him to realize it wasn't all a dream, and to realize who some of those dreams were about.)

It wasn't until mid-afternoon when his medicine wore off that Marvin started staying up for more than a few minutes at a time.

By the time he was wide awake, able to push himself up in bed, Higgins was gone.

Coughing and wheezing, he fumbled for the bottles Moira had left for him beside his bed and gave himself what seemed like an appropriate dose from both. The bitter taste was washed down with a cup of water. With that done, he tried to follow his orders—don't get up, except to take a piss or eat—but he was stir crazy and wanted to get away from the cocoon of sweat he'd made for himself. He had to move around, wander, cast a spell, something. It was one thing to be curled up with a book, snug in his bed of his own free will, but the second someone or something forced stillness upon him he got twitchy.

So, when he got sick, he usually slept as much as he could get away with, but his oppressive body heat and inflamed nose yet to be quelled by his second medicine dose. That wasn't an option.

Well, the thermostat wasn't in his bedroom, that was a good enough excuse to get up. And he could top off Higgins' food and water while he was at it.

It took a while for Marvin to peel himself off his bed. Once he was up, he meandered out to his living room. He opened his mouth to call for Higgins, and instead ended up sputtering: “Sunday?”

Sunday was in his kitchen. A pot of beef stew was boiling strong, an electric kettle was just beginning to heat up, and he was rifling through the cabinets. Higgins was up on the counter, curled into a loaf and watching the pot with hungry eyes. Sometimes the cat gave Sunday a quick glance, like he was weighing up how likely it was that he could get the lid off, steal a bite, and dart under the couch before he was caught.

Upon hearing his name, Sunday stopped his search to give Marvin a disapproving frown. “You’re supposed to be in bed.”

“Oh, so you were—I just—I expected you'd check in and leave.”

“I have been, but I thought you'd want dinner, and…" Sunday gestured at Higgins, "…he was hungry. I can leave now, though. Stew beef basically cooks itself and it's almost done."

Marvin considered that. "No I'm—I'm fine. With you staying, I mean."

“Alright. Well, sorry if I woke you up coming through the front door,” Sunday continued speaking, “Your spice cabinet didn't have what I needed, for one thing. Had to pop out and get some things.”

“I don't have a spice cabinet.” What he had was salt and pepper.

Sunday grimaced. “Exactly.” He paused. "You headed for the living room?”

"Yeah." It was only then Marvin realized he was winded. Ugh. He'd rather not have Moira coming around and spooning him medicine like he was five years old, but she'd at least seen (almost) all the rough edges he had to offer. It was different with Sunday.

"Figured as much. Let me get you before you keel over." Sunday came closer, and rather than offer a shoulder to lean on like Marvin expected he would, put on hand on his back. "Hold on to me."

"Why?" Marvin realized what was happening too late. Not that he could have done anything about it anyway, he'd had the build and muscle mass of a stickbug before this, now he must be even lighter from sweating all his water weight into his bed. It was an (embarassingly) proven fact that, whether with magic or by physical force, he was not a hard man to lift clear off the floor. “Don’t you dare”—

“Too late!” Sunday swept Marvin's feet out from under him, lifted him up bridal style.

Marvin, foreseeing himself plummet to the floor and break a bone, clung on to Sunday as he'd been asked. “Put me down!”

“And let you fall? That'd only embarrass you more.”

Marvin prayed his face wasn't as red as it felt. “The second I get better Sunday, I”—

“As long as you wait until you’re better first.” Sunday set him down on the couch and grinned. "Wasn't so bad, was it?"

Marvin harrumphed at him.

Someone had anticipated Marvin would go nuts in his room, because there were pillows and a blanket arranged neatly on the couch already. As Marvin set about ruining it (i.e. getting comfortable), Higgins jumped onto his lap the moment the space was available, crushing his stomach beneath his soft paws in a quest to get comfortable. With Higgins help, the blankets became a cushion-y, wrinkled pile hanging halfway off the couch.

Should I say thanks? He didn't feel particularly thankful. But he also didn't feel horrible, even though he was warmer than before and also no closer to his thermostat.

“When’s lunch done?” he asked instead.

“Soon. Sooner if you don't mind tough beef. I can make you a little hot cocoa while you wait, if you’re hungry, though.”

“Sure,” Marvin said. He shrank into the couch, suddenly aware of how sore he was.

A deep ache wormed through his muscles, down to his bones, and trying to hobble into the kitchen hadn’t helped matters. Half of him wanted to pace to distract himself from it, the other half said to sink into the couch and never resurface. At least his medicine was slowly working its way through him. (Or he'd placebo-effected himself into thinking that was the case.)

Every time he recovered from an illness he was quick to forget how miserable being sick was.

It felt like this would be his life now.

Forever.

“Oi. I see you wallowing over there,” Sunday chided him as he set down a steaming cup of chocolate milk on the couchside table.

“M'not wallowing,” Marvin said.

“Suuure.” Sunday gestured towards the drink. “Drink up.”

The heat of the cup eased his soreness a little. He sat with it in his hands, relishing its warmth for a while before taking a sip. “It’s good,” he said, “And I… I was wallowing. A little.”

“Only a little?” Sunday asked as he retreated into the kitchen.

Marvin didn’t reply to that. “How long have you been here? Coming in and out, I mean?”

“Only been in a few times.”

“Oh. Well, thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

The sound of the pot lid being removed drifted from the kitchen alongside a mouthwatering smell. "Yeah this is almost good. Let me know if you need anything else."

Marvin asked for the heat to be turned down, and with that finished, silence settled over them, filled only by Higgins purring, then by the TV after Marvin couldn’t bear the quiet. Marvin wondered whether Sunday found it uncomfortable.

Should he have asked him to stay? Surely he had better things to do than keeping Marvin from going stir crazy. And, as it stood, Marvin was a health hazard. There had to be reasons Sunday had spent most of his time coming and going instead of here, and it felt odd to override those. Higgins had needed to be fed though and Marvin definitely couldn't have done that as he was.

One episode of some crime drama passed by surprisingly fast, and dinner was done.

Higgins knew it before Marvin did. He'd been watching Sunday every time he got up for signs he was going to the kitchen, and once he started taking out bowls for the stew, the cat darted across the floor to circle the man's ankles, begging for food as he came out of the kitchen with two bowls. Successfully charmed by his fuzzy round face, Sunday flung him a strip of beef after setting the food down on little couchside table.

Marvin shook his head. “You're spoiling him. Now he'll be insufferable."

Higgins inhaled the entire chunk of stew beef, tenderized by six hours of boiling in soup. When he was done, he licked his chops and sat by Sunday again, this time looking up at him with dinner plate-sized, I would die for you (so please feed me again!) eyes.

Marvin took a bite of his stew.

Damn, and so would I.

“Good, right?” Sunday was back on the armchair, attention split between Marvin and Higgins, who was poised to jump into his lap.

“It’s great, yeah.” Marvin paused. It went on for too long, and a little embarrassed that he didn’t say it before, hurried to add, “Thanks.”

"Of course it is, that's my mum's recipe."

They returned to silence, and Marvin alternated between being convinced it was awkward and thinking it was companionable. Sometimes they burst into fits of vibrant conversation for however long that lasted before drifting into quiet. Together, they burned through one third of a TV show they'd been meaning to watch, a few video essays, and a few bowls of stew beef, at which point it was getting dark, and Sunday wanted to go home. It was one of the first times Marvin had blown through a sick day so fast without the use of sleep.

It was nice.

A sick day—nice. What an oxymoron.

"Well…" Sunday stood and made a show of stretching, "It's about time I take my leave. Will you be alright here?"

I will be if you can carry me back to bed.

Marvin opened his mouth and hesitated. "I can get to bed on my own. But, yeah, I appreciate you for feeding the cat and all that."

Sunday grinned at him. "That's what friends are for. I'll see you around."

He watched Marvin head to his room, then started leaving when it seemed like he'd make it safely.

Marvin was left to crawl into bed, top off his medicine, and get as cozy as he could manage as he listened for the sound of Sunday leaving and locking the door behind him.

Once the other magician was gone, some little thrill that'd wormed into his heart died, and left behind a ghost—a notion that he'd messed something up.

Hm.

Being sick wouldn't be so bad if Sunday came over every time.

[plutonious]

oouhhhh I'm dying of artblock. so I'm forcing myself to draw things that look shitty DEAD EMMET AU SAVE ME. SAVE ME DEAD EMMET AU.

basics of this au; Ingo was missing(in Hisui) for eight years, and in that time, Emmet spent it not coping well to the point he gave himself a heart problem from the stress.

Complications from a seizure and stress caused him to die in his home.

Normally that would be fucked up and bad; but what makes it worse, is that a month after Emmet dies, Ingo reappears back at the subway and tries to stitch himself back into the old life he didn't know, and have to deal with grieving a guy who has been with him for most of his life but he doesn't even know.

But Emmet is verrrrrry much not gone.

anyways. I them. this au is a bit more ingo focused than what I normally drift around because I like Emmet soooooo much. I'm going to throw more thoughts down.

Despite dying in their apartment, Emmet wanders around Gear Station; its where he spent most of his time and where Ingo disappeared. He, as a ghost, is looking for Ingo still, thinking it will cause things to go back to normal.

Emmet isn't really sentient in the month between his death and Ingo's return. He's aimlessly wandering in through the station and the tunnels calling for him and asking if people have seen him, but he can't really interact well. Sometimes he's spotted or heard. He's probably talked to passengers and been seen on trains, with many excuses.

Chandelure can see and interact with Emmet as soon as he appears at the station. She would wander the tunnels to keep him company in the month after he dies.

When Ingo does return, something clicks and he is actually aware. He has a lot more control of what he can do and isn't stuck in some foggy limbo of conscious.

Emmet finds out he can posses Ingo, which he uses to polish up duties he thinks Ingo needs help with. Sometimes he just wants to jump in for a battle.

Elesa and the other depot agents are not happy about the possessions. Elesa thinks Ingo is pulling a joke in bad taste(because I mean you didn't know the guy but he was your brother and he's fucking dead), and the agents get really uncomfortable.

Before Ingo knows about him being a ghost, the possessions feel like a lapse of time that he is only vaugely aware of. After Ingo and Emmet meet in the tunnels, Ingo can boot him out and communicate with him.

First two images are after Ingo comes back but before they meet, and the third one is before Ingo is back.

SCRATCHES HEAD. I don't really have much on any actual stuff. I'd love to do a comic or perhaps a fic but I have the horrible disease of not knowing how to panel things in a way I can achieve and the other illness of not writing often. whatever. I am a big fan of au though. I think it's neat. hopefully I'll be out of artblock soon enough to do more shit about it. I lot a lot of little scenarios I'd like to draw out

I'm also going to @emmyet because you're sooooo nicies and soooo polite and got me to draw multiples things with oneeee swag reply. hiiii helloooooooooo (CHEERFUL WAVE)

[aluc-art]

Making a seperate post for this ofc

[anemonet]

hey has anyone seen the hero recently?

[s0ckh3adstudios]

And then a weird guy appear

[clubolive]

Via @neprezi

i kind of wish the anti voting people wouldn’t dance around the idea of what happens after the election. Like okay, the democrats lose, you taught them a lesson (and fwiw, I do think its a legitimate message to send- the people are not happy with the actions and status quo of the DNC). Now What. Trump, the multiply indicted crime president who incited a violent mob upon the capitol, is now President. He has all the qualities you hate about Biden, AND more, except he and his administration have even less reason to be sensitive to the wishes of their democratic constituents. He is a puppet for the far right and white supremacists and christian nationalists. I really shouldn’t even have to go over this- we LIVED it already. Genuinely asking, is this what you want? Because frankly I do not think 4 more years of Trump is worth it over Biden. Your hands are not clean, this is the future you want to choose. I just don’t understand why.

[tagiscool]

"You're probably just working out so you can lose weight" WRONG picking up my girlfriend and climbing trees

[elainsgirl]

idk what i did for tumblr to do this to me but yikes. i usually only look at specific blogs i like for my acotar content. but today i felt like checking my fyp. and the stuff i saw shocked me.

i saw someone who finished acowar said they hate elain more than feyre and found her insufferable. first of all, you’re implying you don’t like feyre. okay so why read acotar? and three of the books at that? like leave, don’t do this to yourself lmao. second, elain killed the big bad in acowar. nesta and cassian would be history without her. where do you come off? show me where she was insufferable. because i can’t think of one single time she irritated me so i’m really curious to see what she did that bothered them.

another one said they reread acosf without first reading the og trilogy again and they said it’s crazy how you realize how horrible and abusive the IC is without the lingering empathy you have for them when you had just read the first three books… lingering empathy?… bro what??? anyone would seem like they’re being abusive if you take their actions out of context and don’t consider the backstory. but we have context. we have the luxury to know they weren’t being abusive but just trying to help the best way they knew how. and it was legit their last resort. surely their decision wasn’t an easy one to force nesta to the HOW (where she won’t be isolated and alone, the worst thing an addict can be), work in the library (which i thought was nice considering nesta finds comfort in books) and train (helped with her feelings of helplessness by learning how to defend herself). was it executed perfectly? no. but they were desperate and it’s hard to know how to properly deal with someone who is being extremely self-destructive if you haven’t dealt with it before. but it still got nesta to focus on things other than her bitterness and self hatred. it taught her self discipline. it led her to make genuine friends. if they hadn’t stepped in, these people’s favorite character would’ve eventually drank herself to death or gotten herself killed in some other dangerous situation. sorry but it’s the harsh truth. and the person said the IC abused nesta for acting mean and drinking when they also have acted just like her and worse. what? i know they party but i don’t recall them needlessly being cruel to their loved ones. then they said nesta should’ve burned the night court down at the end of acosf. tagged anti ic and anti everyone except azriel. i just know they’re a gwynriel or will become one just by looking at those tags.

i saw these two posts in only 15 seconds of scrolling. howwww are we still dealing with these people incapable of reading critically? why are you reading books where you hate 95% of the main characters? it’s one thing to like nesta and understand her, but these people are acting like she is the only victim and didn’t deserve what the IC “did to” her. if you ask me, i’d say they were too nice to her in the beginning. and it’s not like they didn’t try to include her. she pushed them away. i just know that’s how they are as people. bitter and angry at the world. but unlike nesta who learned to grow, her fanatic fans are stagnant, are usually gwynriels and quite frankly, poison the acotar fandom with their toxic takes

sorry for the long message. i needed to vent lol

This but w me on TikTok- every other video on there is about how horrible and disgusting people the IC are, Feyre’s the worst, Elains a manipulator - Nesta is a victim, Cass doesn’t deserve her etc etc. This is the sole reason I stay away from tiktok. I used to post on there everyday but it became so draining constantly having to see takes that just gave you headaches bcs of how ridiculous they are.

They find Elain insufferable bcs of her constant “crying” & “whining” in acowar where she was useless pining for a man who hated her. Because how dare she right? I mean, its not like the book prior to acowar - she was kidnapped, thrusted into a giant pot first not knowing what was going to happen to her - assualted and changed against her will into a foreign body and then given powers which put her into a camotose state and then she had to deal with the fact she lost everything she wanted, everything that was going to be hers including a marriage to the man she loves, a man who saw her. Nesta isolating herself, going off drinking at inns is a coping mechanism they can defend yet Elain being depressed & suicidal, being quiet and keeping to herself is apparently something they cant find the sympathy or even empathy to understand. Exactly. Do these people not realise how terrible they sound? And the thing is - Elain did SO MUCH in acowar. Stabbed Hybern, located the suriel, kicked HOUNDS of Az with her bare FEET. If any other fmc did such a thing they would be labelled a badass but Elain does not get that recognition. Also you’re literally right. If you hate the MAIN character of the series, why continue reading her books?

The IC are complex, flawed individuals. They make bad decisions but ultimately whatever they do is for the better good. Could they have handled the “rehab” situation better? Absolutely. But its done - it led to Nesta bettering herself and finding genuine friends. It literally ends off on Nesta and the IC being on good terms so exactly why should she burn the entire court to the grounds? Nesta isn’t perfect herself. She isn’t the victim in every single situation. Its done - their relationship will heal and become better. If you’re anti everything aside from one character maybe this series isn’t for you and thats ok. This is what I dont get about most Nesta stans, is they take defending Nesta so far to the point they distort every other character and scenario. Yep…like I say, its not a coincidence most elucien/gwynriel stans hate or the IC or the night court.

THIS. If I hated 90% of the characters in a series, you know what I’d do? Quit the series and leave the fandom. If I hated a direction a series is going in? Again. I’d quit the series instead of making such fanon, elaborate theories and HCs that I know will never happen. I feel like all these “critical” takes and hatred for most of the characters has led to the fandom being so insufferable and not an enjoyable experience to be in. When you look at that *side* which includes gwynriels and eluciens, its like they’ve read an entirely different series and they want such different outcomes compared to what the books have foreshadowed.

[chthonicgodling]

Mystery OC Meme 5th Edition continues! [one big long list of Elysium ensemble cast numbered randomly 1-75, picked anonymously by number!]

LMAO every time I do one of these without fail I end up inexplicably with matching pairs litchrally howwww??? a blind shuffle of 75 and behold, our set of identical twins?? WHAT ARE THE ODDS-

Baby Pyralis for #25, requested by @/bloodwell.vial on Instagram and his brother baby Celos for #17… twice!!! requested by both @sureuncertainty and @angrychickenman!! The twins are functionally identical except for Celos’ bracelet, which he’s been wearing since he was a newborn (so Maci & Tory could tell them apart lmao)

OOOHHH WHEN YOURE THREE YEARS OLD AND YOU JUST KNOW YOURE SOOOO CUTE.,,, Hmm the birth of their littler brother Røkia may have bumped Maci & Tory’s blondie twinsies from the formal number one cutest & littlest spot but they’re still in the competition💅🏼 Plus this bonus daemon-shifted Celos too! of course Py can shift into the exact same weaselly form but his number didn’t get picked twice ahah. Fun Elysium facts that i forget to mention all the time - Tory’s a daemon who can shift into a monstrous alternate shape as well (which I rarely draw bc it’s hhaaard), this ability has been passed along to some of his children namely Raz too and these guys - however these guys came out significantly wigglier than their dad & bro. Cuute!

anyway no one bring up the fact that the Elysium’verse has a Py and a Ty and a Cy 💀 oops. shshH.

these guys both belong to me; Tag for this batch of Mystery OC Meme fills is here! Stay tuned for more!

[allurasbian]

your transfem keith posts are so fucking good i feel a kinship with you as an adamant transfem lance enjoyer. please tell me more about keith’s transition and her being trans in general i want to hear it all 🎤🎤🎤

-@alluraaaa

ummm hehe well she's my og tgirl headcanon. paved the way for some other ladies i adore in other shows. i can tell u i've thought she was a girl serious style since season 2 and i watched this show more or less since it airedddddd... tee bee aich hard to say what set me off i think i was very touched by how close she plays things to the chest there's really something there about. like. being a shy girl mistaken for a rude standoffish man by people who don't know her. the way lance sees her. i think the way she maintains distance from allura while clearly admiring her greatly is super dykey and great. the guilt about adoring another girl.

i can't imagine her figuring herself out before 20 imo i think she like noticed there are things she likes about howwww like her clothes fit or her long hair frames her face but she's very very good at just not looking at it directly. TBH ive had like in the back of my mind a very character study style timeloop fic i would lovee to write but DONT go getting your hopes up my partner can attest to how much i am a nuisance with my fanfic ideas that i never follow through on... but like i think there's a tension there also with the fact that i see shiro as a trans man so like she looks up to him and recognizes herself in his transness but can't articulate it but also knows there's a separation there because he has been more sure of himself longer & he's like. an actual man. Like not that the tension is interpersonal i kind of think keith would just if anything feel weirdly guilty for not being what shiro wanted HIMSELF & shiro would be horrified if he knew about that bc he only ever wanted his best friend to feel comfortable as herself. <-ig this is a bit the black paladin thing. the metaphor being he's proud of her for things she can do that she doesn't really want. & it's not that she's not capable it's just that they are different and there's a bit of a miscommunication. btw can you tell im still mad we didnt get black paladin shiro back come onnnn come the fuck onnnnnnn

um i think probably allura's look and affect means a lot to her in ways she can't articulate. like aspirationally. also with being attracted to allura and unwilling to admit it. so this gets also into keith and allura being so alike but allura has something keith can't quite reach because she's not mature enough to articulate what it is. and allura can feel something from keith reflected at her but can't place it. btw allura knows who she is because it's all she has left. um. i think there's something here about "i dont need to know where i come from i know who i am" i think she DOES know who she is you could also say she shelves freaking out about gender because she's like. whatever is bothering me atm isn't making itself clear but i know who is important to me. the closet may be stifling but it feels safe at the same time. not my recommendation but keith is the type of person to put stuff on a shelf unforchieszzz also gay bitches who are repressed always make me craziest

& well i don't have a name im bad at that. i do think her gamer tag would be @/KittyRose. i can see her really having gotten into alt fashion because of the androgyny it allows forrrrr & i like to imagine, like, her perfectly nice straightgirl girlfriend in the past that things just could not work out with because she wanted keith to be her boyfriend and keith wanted to be her girlfriend. &then also that like to an outsider she seems like, maybe a gay boy. so that Also makes everything confusing because she's tried and she just does nottt like men that way. i don't think she'd be super feminine like i said but i think assuming that not feminine means masculine is sillyyy i think she's practical she works with her hands & she likes to occasionally get dressed up. i like her bigass boots. Ok i dont know thanks foryour time.

[fishing-ball-z]

Oghhhh so character from alien race but extremely strongly resembles humans. Is anybody going to interpret this as Theyre all autistic? no ? Oh okay more for meee

Um i was going to put this in the tags but i got kind of mad. I understand the desire to treat saiyans as "ohh horny sexy savages" because of the ABO potential but oh my GODDD it 99% of the time comes off as so RACIST and MYSOGYNIST!!!!!!!!!!! HOWwww do you write "vegeta: hrrng, Woman, i cant possibly be satisfied having sex with you because Goku is a Perfect Specimen of the Superior Species and only HE can sate my sexual needs" If toei animation decided that vegeta says "femoid" instead of "woman" those stupid fucking fic writers would start using it unironically because they just absolutely do not give a rats ass about bulma

[melikochan]

Fic tag game

Thanks for tagging, @foibles-fables!

How many works do you have on ao3?

Currently 29!

What's your total ao3 word count?

154,498 😮

Your Top 5 stories by kudos

That's what sisters are for

Letting the days go by

You blush so pretty, Trouble

Forge Fire

Make me feel molten

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, I love and appreciate every comment I receive!! Sometimes I get overwhelmed and then don't. ADHD probs.

Do you write crossovers?

No. The only fic that comes close is my "rewrite of the Leverage pilot with the characters from The 100" fic.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. A Lot of smut. 18/29 fics, apparently.

Almost entirely femslash, with some slash in there. I don't know that I have any straight smut. I write a variety of kinks.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

An Appreciation for the Arts, where I solicited some language and ideas from @mr-jaybird and imagine0314.

What's your favorite all time ship?

Howwww am I supposed to choose? (Clexa, it's Clexa)

Whats a WIP that you want to finish but probably never will?

Nothing on AO3 currently, but I have a Veilguard murder mystery fic I'm like... desperate to actually finish but I am Fearing The Worst.

What are your writing strengths?

Keeping it scoped and sticking to it, for the most part? I mean. Kind of. Maybe. Uhhh. My porn is hot?

What are your writing weaknesses?

Active voice, evocative language, scene setting

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet, but want to?

Clexa, but it feels like that ship has sailed.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

For not smut? Either First Blood or By the Love of the Ancestors, I think. For smut, Burnt coffee and cloves. Writing in second person was actually weirdly fun. 

I'm tagging @lelianassong @neveschampion @theoracraft @bloodydifficult @just-linkr

[artemistorm]

Hey so raaaaandom question but I've seen you talk a lot about podfics recently and I think it's super cool, and have considered doing one or two myself—can I ask howwww that works? Like do you put it on YouTube or something and then link it on ao3? 💜

I'm going to make a series of posts about it in the near future (once my multi-day headache goes away and I get caught up on homework) but basically you

1. Choose a fic and get permission to record it (or do your own)

2. Record it (I use audacity recording software cuz its free)

3. Edit it

4. Upload it on archive.org as a hosting site (it is a designated media archival site)

5. Copy-paste the "share" embed link for the audio file from archive.org into the html of the ao3 fic textbox.

6. Make sure that the fic has the appropriate podfic tags: "podfics and other podficced works" and "podfic length: [time]"

7. Post on ao3

8. Advertise on tumblr

[ijustwanttobethinomg]

howwww do i keep tumblr from deleting my acct? i just wanna be sk!nny in peace omg

I've gotten my account deleted so many times in the like 7 years I've been on here, I understand. But I think the longest blog I've had maybe lasted about 6-8 months. I would say NEVER use any of the ed tags. Unless you're just starting out trying to find people. It may be harder to get reach but it's just not worth it IMO. Also I never reblog posts with tags. I also never reblog or post any thinspo. I also keep a pretty good watch on who's following me and block anyone that isn't an ED account or uses normal tags from other communities on here.

[traumasurvivors]

I’m a new follower and I went back through your my post tag and just howwww do you come up with so many posts? I really liked and neeeed so many of them

Sometimes (most of the time when I first made this blog) I write things I need to hear or things that help me and hope they help someone else too.

Other times, more so now, I pay attention to the stories people drop in my ask box (I do read them all even though I may not answer them). I pay attention to the tags on my posts. Or the replies people leave. And then I try and think about things that the people behind these responses might need to hear and I try and write posts to speak to them. (I’m half asleep. I don’t know if that made sense.)