#interaction*

[laurfilijames]

It continues to break my heart that people continue to go through masterlists and "read" fic upon fic and not say a word. Not even consider a reblog of it, just pass by with a simple like.

What makes the blow even worse is getting a new follower, and checking their blog (mainly to verify they're not a bot or minor) and see that they DO in fact, reblog other fics from other writers, just not the numerous ones they've gone through of yours.

And then what really rubs salt in the wound is when they're fics from the most niche fandom, for a character hardly anyone knows/cares about, and they still have nothing to say about it. I just know if it were me finding an author who dedicated hours to creating a whole life for my beloved character outside of the one small piece of media we were given, I'd be singing their praises from the rooftops and thanking them, and most definitely doing my best to strike up a conversation because how amazing is it to find someone else who loves that one unpopular thing as much as you?

More and more incredibly talented writers and artists are leaving this platform because of issues like this and it's honestly no longer surprising. Engagement and interaction are so tragically low and only getting worse, and it's discouraging people from wanting to continue sharing the things they love because fandom was, and should be, about the community that surrounds it.

Please, for the love of fandom and all the things you love, engage in some way other than likes.

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"i've read stories about people doing it before. escaping hell, i mean. not like, fucking. well... that's unrelated. i think this will be over eventually. somehow. it's just not coming together yet." kody's affection is both a return to normalcy and a shock to the system, an affection they weren't sure they'd receive again "ko, i couldn't not save you." and he'd had to go back for her. those seconds where she stood there, scared and confused, gnawed at him. he tries to shake off the serious tone, leaning in close and whispering "besides, i think if you weren't here they'd have tossed me over the side of the mountain already."

it was a good way to waste their time, get past the bullshit of the last 24 hours. kody and milo were good at bringing out each other's most immature side, finding fun in the simplest of things "i haven't figured out roofing yet, but i'm sure we can cook something up." they're nodding toward the doorway, hand ready to guide "we could also just hang around and crush anything that tries to disturb them." a shrug. killing tiny murderous fey had to be a moral grey area at worst.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎Her hand gently reached out to touch his, trying her hardest not to touch him too aggressively where he was burned. It pained her to see him like that but she knew it hurt him more. "You have a point. Nothing here is making much sense. Maybe that's what makes it hell." It would be a neat answer, tying everything up nicely. They were all dead, in hell reliving their worst moments as they were being tortured by whatever power that might exist. Maybe Luke. Maybe some kind of devil...although, those two were pretty interchangeable. With a soft smile, she leaned in press her lips very lightly against his fingers, a spot that seemed to be free from burns. "Thank you for saving me." Kody knew deep down that there was no one else who would have cared about her that much, she was lucky to have him.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎"Apartment buildings?? Genius!" It was almost too easy how her mind latched onto the idea of building anything for the tiny fairies that were sure to live in Monte Cristo. Why not? Considering the status of ghosts around here, why wouldn't there be fairies looking for a place to put down roots for their families. It made sense. "Pebbles is such a good idea, we have to make sure the walls are strong." The very thought of some fairy-sized wolf coming to blow their houses down made her update, they had to avoid that at all costs.

[ask-dork-kong]

"Millennial", I heard that, Hong Kong

- @ask-the-awesome-prussian

I don't know what you're talking about, Gilbert.

[flipflopmaster]

We love Steve

[melamemea]

send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

[gothicwitcholive]

Some names we think to use are Illiana, Ash, Nikini, and Adelio, but I'm open to suggestions.

Hey Romano...

[yridenergyridenergy]

Kyo = shenanigans

... or Shinyanigans, at this point?

[alc0h0lic0]

HELLO ULTRAKILL COMMUNITY!!!

This is a small interaction thing I wanted to make, so here we are!

This will be a series of mini comics about Gabriel and V1 cooking together some stuff.

What will YOU have to do?

Simply choose what they will make and out of what! I will give you the options!

This interaction is also happening on several platforms, so all the votes will be counted together!

Wish you will enjoy this!

[picknmixsims]

Social - Ask Favourite Colour

Social - Ask Favourite Colour

This social mod adds an option for one Sim to ask another what their favourite colour is.

Requires Trait Globals

[innocentcurse]

Floyd grinned at Annette’s response, glad to know that pumpkin was at least on her list of acceptable flavours, even if it could be overwhelming after even a single day at the Pumpkin Palooza. "Cinnamon rolls? That feels like a great idea. Pumpkin’s great, but I think we could use a little variety."

He glanced around the festival, taking in the overwhelming sea of orange and brown, the scent of pumpkin everything floating in the air. "Yeah, looks like it's otherwise pumpkin today," he chuckled, then added with a faux serious expression, "but I’m not complaining, I could eat pumpkin all day long if it’s got a good spice to it."

Floyd gave a small shrug of his shoulders, enjoying the light-hearted vibe of the conversation and the energy that Annette provided. "Let’s go with cinnamon rolls, they're actually one of my favourites, so I'd never say no to them." His grin widened, feeling a little more comfortable with Annette. "Now all we've gotta do is find them..."

Annette laughed at Floyd's acknowlegement of just how much pumpkin was around, "Luckily I do like pumpkin, but it does get a bit much." She thought for a moment, "There is a place I know that makes some really nice cinnamon rolls if you're over the pumpkin." She smiled, Pumpkin Palooza was always such a treat to her, but she usually spends the first day alone. She likes it that way, but it is such a nice treat to have someone else that she could at least spend a moment with, someone that she is able to relate to, even if it's just a little bit. She did a quick glance around the festival to see if there is anything that stands out that isn't pumpkin flavoured, there's not a lot. "Yeah I think it's gonna be rolls or pumpkin, up to you!" She smiled, very happy that she did infact like pumpkin.

[ask2pame]

seems like theres more versions of me running around than i thought

// @miss-america-askblog

[respectthewolf]

[ask-young-russia]

big brother... but small...

@g-rlanachronism)

"Do not tell me, I am good at the guessing!" "Hmmm, oh! Little sister! You are much taller than I remember, да?"

@g-rlanachronism

[innocentcurse]

Corey couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face when Copper mentioned how the clothes he’d chosen made him feel. The way Copper looked at him, so genuine and with that warmth behind his words, made him feel like he was something special, something worth noticing. Corey was so used to people treating him in a polar opposite fashion; it wasn't that he had had a lot of bad experiences in Cardinal Hill, but his experiences prior to finding himself there had shaped him into the insecure person that he was inside. They were experiences that he couldn't quite shake. He chuckled softly, feeling his heart do a little flip at the compliment. “Well, you’ve certainly got me beat. I’m just trying not to be a mess tonight," his fingers lightly brushed over his maroon sweater, as if he could somehow feel the weight of Copper’s gaze on him. It felt nice.

The moment Copper’s hand brushed against his thigh in the car, Corey felt a little jolt of energy shoot through him. The contact was so natural, so easy, that he couldn’t help but lean into it slightly, appreciating the warmth Copper’s touch provided. But the admission that Copper had been thinking about him too… that felt like something more. A little surge of nervous excitement bubbled up inside Corey, but he pushed it down, keeping his tone light. He glanced over at Copper, his grin wide. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I didn’t do anything magical," he joked, knowing confidently that he hadn't - not even believing himself capable of such magic, despite the existence of his powers. "But the way you make me feel? That's pretty magical, yeah," he nodded, mostly to himself.

When they got to the costume shop and Corey found himself laughing along with Copper’s playful suggestions, he didn’t want it to stop. The moment he stepped into that cupid costume, and Copper’s eyes lit up at him, his heart gave an involuntary thud. He wasn’t used to being looked at like that, but somehow, with Copper, it felt right. He rolled his eyes at the comment about the costume, but Copper’s genuine praise made him feel more at ease than he ever expected. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you just wanted to see me in something skimpy,” Corey teased lightly, his own voice just a little bit breathless as he tried to push through his bashfully to make the jokes that he almost always did when confronted with other emotions - both good and bad, though he couldn't say that there was many bad feelings to be felt in that moment, with that company.

By the time they were leaving the store, Corey’s mind was buzzing with energy, but not the usual kind of anxious, wound-up energy he was familiar with. This was different, this felt… light. Fun. Free. As Copper invited him to his place, Corey paused for just a second, his heart doing a little flip again. God, Copper had a real effect on Corey's heart. It was tempting, more tempting than anything he’d felt in a long time. He thought about how easy it had been with Copper, how effortlessly they seemed to click. It wasn’t just the night out, it was something more, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this.

“Yeah,” Corey answered, his voice a little softer now, his smile more genuine. “I’d like that.” He glanced over at Copper, meeting his eyes. “I’m glad you had a good time, I definitely did.” As Copper’s hand found its way back to his thigh, Corey once again didn’t pull away. Instead, he let himself enjoy the warmth of the contact, the way it seemed to settle the nerves in his chest. Tonight felt like the beginning of something, something good, and maybe - just maybe - he was ready to see where it went.

When he felt Corey's arms around him, Copper noticed the way he hugged, the tightness to it, and it felt a little like Corey really needed this hug. And frankly Copper needed it too, so he hugged Corey just as tightly in return, though there was tenderness to his embrace to. Even though they had only had one in person interaction so far, Copper felt a strange connection with Corey, had from the moment they started talking at the grocery store. It felt like he knew the man already, and Copper got the impression that maybe life hadn't been so kind to him (or maybe that was just his abilities doing the work of observation for him). Either way, Copper already felt strangely protective of his new friend, which he knew was kind of weird given the fact that they had just met. So he hugged his friend, one hand moving to brush against the ends of Corey's hair; it was so soft, just like Copper knew it would be. He found himself longing to run his fingers through it.

Smiling at Corey's compliment, Copper looked down at his clothing, shrugging a bit. "I kind of didn't know what to wear," he admitted, a huge smile on his face as he met Corey's eyes again. "I realized after I chose this that I kind of picked something that represents how you make me feel in a weird sort of way. Just like...comfortable and soft." Looking at what Corey was wearing, Copper reached out and touched his chest under the guise of feeling his sweater. "This looks so good on you." Seriously, Corey was one of the handsomest men Copper had ever seen; he couldn't get over just how attractive the man was. But even thinking that gave Copper a weird sort of guilty feeling, and while he knew where that was coming from, he very quickly pushed it back down; that was the last thing he wanted to feel tonight with Corey.

Copper raised his eyebrows at Corey's remark as they drove, but he smiled too. His surprise wasn't just that Corey felt that way but that he had said it out loud; he thought it had probably taken some courage on the other man's part. "Really?" he asked, turning to Corey, beaming at him. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about your either." There it was, that guilty feeling again, but Copper had gotten so good at compartmentalizing things, putting his emotions into a box to feel later, and he did that now. "You know, when I saw you, I was immediately enthralled," Copper admitted, and he reached out to gently rest his hand on Corey's thigh as he drove, though he didn't let the gesture feel dirty. There was just something about Corey that made him feel affectionate. "If I didn't know any better, I would have thought you put a spell on me." And then realizing how that might sound given that they were in a town full of witches, Copper clarified, "Not that I think you did. I just mean you've got like...this magical quality about you." Already he could tell that Corey was special. "I'm glad we're doing this too."

They arrived at the costume shop, and they proceeded to look at various costumes and accessories and the like. The entire time, everything felt so easy and fun, and Corey just brought out this lightness in Copper, something he'd hadn't realized he was missing until now. While he often acted carefree, the truth was that he often felt like his life was so heavy. But in the costume shop with Corey, Copper just felt weightless, and he didn't want that feeling to go away. Corey tried on various costumes, Copper giving his honest opinion that the man looked amazing in everything. And yes, admittedly Copper did choose a costume or two for Corey to try on that showed a little bit of skin, though not so much that Corey would feel uncomfortable. In particular, Copper was taken by the sight of Corey in a cupid costume that was basically just a toga with heart accessories, and Copper walked up to Corey when he tried it on and said, "This looks so good on you." He reached out to touch the costume, his fingers brushing against the pair part of Corey's chest and shoulder that were exposed on the one side. As he did so, Copper locked eyes with Corey, their faces close. Yeah, there was serious heat between them, that was for sure. Throughout the evening, Copper kept finding excuses to touch Corey.

While Corey didn't choose the cupid costume, the outing was overall a success. Not only had Corey found a costume, the two men had had a lot of fun, and Copper didn't want it to end. "You know, it's still kind of early," Copper said as they headed out of the store. "Do you want to come to my place for a little while?" He hoped he would; Copper wasn't ready for this to be over. Once they were in his car, Copper told Corey, "You know...I've had a really great time with you tonight." And then he started his car and headed off, resting his hand again on Corey's thigh; it just felt comfortable to do so.

[ask-hws-luxembourg]

When your office table faces in the direction of @ask-the-awesome-prussian 's office table and he's staring right back at you

My asks are open though, got to slack on this paperwork somehow

[WOOO!! NEW ARC IS READY TO GO!! WELCOME TO THE OFFICETALIA EVERYONE!! Feel to interact :3]