#memes and prompts: fishing for stars

[mystical-strawberry-sheep]

{It's Aku day!}

{🎉🎈🎂 HAPPY BIRTHDAY AKU! 🎂🎈🎉}

{I'll be accepting memes and asks all day, anons welcome! Here's a list of memes you can peruse on my blog:}

🍓 Birthday Sentence Prompts

🍓 Funny Birthday Starters

🍓 Birthday Reaction Meme

🍓 Birthday Present Meme

🍓 Birthday Symbol Meme

{Be sure to specify which Aku you're sending it to, and who is sending it if you're multi! Otherwise I'll pick on my own~}

[mercurial-vroom]

🏎️ My F1 RPF Masterpost 🏎️

In honor of my newly-minted F1 sideblog, just thought I'd gather all of my recent F1 fics into one place here on tumblr -- all were fills for the fabulous (and still ongoing, so go read/write/prompt!!) F1 Kink Meme and have recently been de-anoned:

Delicacy (🍣 Carlando sushi fic - 6.5k words, rated E)

“I thought you were going to be good for me,” said Carlos, his voice pitching low in a way he knew made Lando shiver. He ran one of his thumbs gently along Lando’s lower lip, smiling a little at how his eyelashes fluttered in response. “You want to get your reward, no?” “Well, yeah. But I thought ‘being good’ would mean, like… sucking you off while you pull my hair, or letting you, I dunno, spank me or something. Not having to eat a frickin’ fish.”

You can be the poet (I'll be the song) (🎧 Landoscar DJ Lando AU - 9.5k words, rated E)

“You’re the F1 driver who will be up there with me tonight, right? Oscar…?” “Piastri, yeah. And you’re, er… LN4, I presume?” “Yeah, but you can just call me Lando. It’s my actual name.” “Like from Star Wars,” Oscar said, like an idiot. LN4 – Lando – thankfully laughed. “Exactly.”

I've got some real estate here in my bag (🚗 Loscar road trip fic - 28k words, rated E)

They decide to start in New York – Oscar’s never been, and it feels like a high-energy place to begin, before they’re suffering from highway hypnosis and potentially sick of the sight of one another – then to make their way south along I-95, through DC and the Carolinas and eventually down the long stretch of Florida to Fort Lauderdale, where Logan’s mom will be waiting with hugs and home-cooked meals for both of them. It feels like a nice little spread of Americana, Logan thinks. They’ll rent a car, and book the hotels as they go, and stop where they want to stop when they feel like stopping, just soaking in the fleeting and wonderful freedom of not having to adhere to a strictly regimented schedule of driving and training and press for the first time in months.

[trueguertenaexhibit]

IBRUARY PROMPT LIST

i wanted to make a fancy graphic for this but i got super busy! so here it is in plain text!

THE IB-THEMED FEBRUARY PROMPT CHALLENGE!

please spread the word! and if you participate, why not tag your work with #ibruary2024 to make sure i see it?

also of note. I designed this so that the most ‘important’ prompts would land on the monday of each week so in my opinion you can still say you’ve completed the challenge even if you only do one prompt per week.

AND, there are two prompts listed for each day in order to give you some creative freedom. pick either or incorporate both!

any medium is totally valid for this. writing, art of all kinds, video editing, memes, idk, programming?

maybe i’ll draw or write you something if you finish the challenge. you can dm me about it

prompt list proper is under the cut :3 feel free to reblog or reply or dm me with any questions!

Primary Colors / Descent

Secondary Colors / Double

The Lady In… / All Alone

Dress-up / Abstract

* Favorite Character / Favorite Color

Toybox / Ant

Melt / Splatter

Your Dark Figure / Bunny

Formal / Ink

Separation / Thorn

Tattletale / Echo

* Doom / Friendship

Music / Red Eyes

Apple / Love

Stitches / Infestation

Shatter / Illusion

Storybook / Mistake

Rest / Exhaustion

* Favorite Painting / Guertena

The Gleam of Ores and Stars / Formal

A Well-Meaning Hell / The Hanged Man

A Lone Keyhole / Fish

Crossover / Adventure

Wine / Liars

Guestbook / Burn

* Favorite Ending / Alternate Universe

Twelve Years / Tea party

Fleeting Thoughts on a Moonlit Night / Lavender

Fabricated World / Free Day

[sasheneskywalker]

[art made by priv-heree]

about me

who are you?

an ordinary media enjoyer, wandering from one fandom to the next. an avid reader and writer of fanfiction. a sociology major and part-time office worker. three unfathomable creatures in a trench coat.

what fandoms are you in?

harry potter, percy jackson, star wars, mcu, dc comics, sherlock, supernatural, merlin, arrowverse, naruto, my hero academia, death note, code geass, steins;gate, yuri on ice, owari no seraph, banana fish, bungou stray dogs, durarara, jujutsu kaisen, dune, disco elysium, the old guard, and more. 

what's your ao3?

SasheneSkywalker.

can i message you?

yes. i’m always down to talk about characters, ships, fics, ideas and general fandom stuff. send me a tumblr ask, dm me or find me on discord.

do you accept fic prompts/requests?

yes, although there’s no guarantee i’ll actually write them.

when will you post/update one of your fics?

hopefully before the world-ending apocalypse begins.

what events are you running?

dc trans week, rainbow exchange, enemies to lovers exchange, jason todd-centric exchange, dc prompt meme.

do you ship [insert a ship name here]?

if they could be described as "complex and toxic" then yes.

when will your wife return from war?

which wife and which war?

why do you make so many lists?

i just like collecting and categorizing stuff ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

where can i find stuff you've written and plan to write?

here are my creations and here are projects i'm currently working on.

can i get an invite to the jason todd discord server?

here you go!

masterlist of posts

meta rec lists

jason todd meta list

dick grayson meta list

cassandra cain meta list

politics, philosophy and superheroes - video essays

books and articles about about comics, superheroes, dc and batman

fic rec lists

dc/marvel crossover fic recs

jason todd-centric fic recs

dc poly ships fic recs

brujay fic recs

brudick fic recs

sladick explicit fic recs

sladick mature fic recs

batfamily fic recs that will make you laugh

batfamily fic recs where someone from the batfamily kills a person (or jason kills the joker)

batfamily fic recs where members of the batfamily deal with their experiences with sexual assault

batfamily fic recs which are told through unusual formatting

batfamily fic recs where original characters are main characters

batfamily fic recs which are told from an outsider’s perspective

batfamily fic recs where the main character is transgender or non-binary

batfamily fic recs where the main character is asexual or aromantic

weekly fic recs

weekly batman/dc fic recs tag

tags directory

tagging pattern: #[fandom], #[character], #[ship], #[category]

tagging categories: #meta, #fanart, #fanfic, #fandom, #shipping, #fic rec, #book, #book quotes, #writing, #idea, #bookmark, #resources, #wild tumblr, #humor, #negativity, #society, #science

personal tags: #sashene creates, #sashene’s diary, #sashene answers, #sashene rambles, #sashene's drawer of wips, #sashene commentates

(i don't tag nsfw posts and rarely use trigger warnings. consider this blog "not rated" and "creator chose not to use archive warnings".)

[broomsticks]

narnia kink meme: fic rec list

some fics i read and loved from the spring bacchanal run by @thenarniaficexchange! lots of lovely 1-2k M/E rated goodness--heaps more brilliant unclaimed/unwritten prompts too--and i've got so many more ideas for ships and scenarios now :D :D

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I'm Glad it Left a Mark || Edmund/Susan || 1.4k, M. golden age: deep connection and aching need heightened by the dread of imminent parting. the writing is just gorgeous -- the turn of phrase! the rhythm! the feels.

He wants to tell her how like a bird she is, all hollow bones and bright eyes, all ruffled feathers and deadly, dangerous longing to take flight, an instinct beyond thought or control. Wants to beg her to turn the ship around, to stay with him for always, to never fly beyond his reach. To be the waves beneath him, the tide surrounding him, enveloping and receding, leaving him renewed and wanting, all at once.

I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more. || Lucy/Sea Girl || 1.4k, E. oh the wistful pining, the sweet innocence, the dreamy haze of sensuousness and nostalgia... <3 <3 <3

After returning for the last time, she dreams of their days on the Dawn Treader. Of climbing the rigging, of sneaking through wizard homes, of meeting stars. Of seas of light and endless flowers. Tonight, however, she dreams of a girl under the waves, surrounded by colorful fish, and eyes filled with longing only matched by the ache in Lucy’s heart. It still haunts her, sailing away from her without ever speaking a word cut sharp, as if she was saying goodbye to an old friend.

Blossom rising delicate || Susan/Dryads || 2k, E. multi-era vignettes and the structure is so good. love the epigraph of choice, and such an unexpected and perfect ending.

The beacons are lit || Caspian/Lilandil || 1.1k, T. SO funny, such a unique take on the prompt. Three different eras of Narnian historical commentary on the wedding night of King Caspian X to the Star's Daughter… versus what really happened.

Well worth looking at || Digory/Statue || 1.8k, E. jesus christ, the humiliation kink here is done just perfectly. the tone is impeccable too, so narniaesque. also, polly is here and magnificent!

A wintry charm (or: Rim(m)ed with Frost) || Aslan/Jadis || 1.2k, E. aslan/jadis fuck yeah say no more.

[hitmanprompts]

Diana and 47 are in Sapienza. 47 is strolling through the alleys. It's a starry night. The faint sound of sea gulls is audible in the distance. Diana is buying a basket of fresh strawberries for him. That night, 47 finds the strawberries waiting for him on his nightstand.

Trope: Star-Crossed Lovers

Include these random words: freckles | bliss | medical

Include this line of dialogue: "Is that a fish?"

Hitman Prompt Generator | Hitman Prompt Meme | Smut Prompts

[blockplanet]

The Next Phenomenal MEME Coin on TON? DOGS Attracts a Million Fans, Free Tokens for Telegram Users!

In the rapidly evolving world of blockchain and cryptocurrency, the TON ecosystem is gradually making a name for itself. Among its rising stars is a MEME coin project called DOGS, which has quickly gained traction and become a focal point for many investors and users. In a remarkably short period, DOGS has attracted over 1 million Telegram users, a growth rate that is exceedingly rare in Web3 history. So, what makes DOGS so special? What is its future potential? Let’s dive deep into this phenomenal project.

Origins and Philosophy of the DOGS Project DOGS was launched by its creator Blum with support from Notcoin, aiming to bring the image of a dog named Spotty into the cryptocurrency world. The team states that choosing DOGS was not just about creating another meme coin, but rather about embodying a vibrant community spirit and culture. DOGS is designed to be the most suitable meme coin for Telegram, aiming to create something fun, community-driven, and unique.

This philosophy has garnered significant attention from Telegram users, leading to the project amassing over 1 million users shortly after its launch. This rapid growth, almost unprecedented in Web3 history, highlights the project's potential and appeal.

Mechanism and Gameplay of the DOGS Project The DOGS project employs a "vampire" airdrop strategy, where all Telegram users can claim points for free. These points may be convertible into tokens in the future, with the airdrop amount determined by the Telegram account's age and activity level. Although DOGS is currently just points that cannot be immediately exchanged, this mechanism undoubtedly increases user engagement and anticipation.

Claiming points is straightforward: users simply visit the Telegram bot via a specific link and follow the prompts to claim their points. This process is not only convenient but also expands the project's reach through Telegram's social features.

Claim link: https://t.me/dogshouse_bot/join?startapp=nob0NUs4QNKdDknmjyZNgA

Copy the link and open it in your browser to jump to Telegram.

Support from the TON Ecosystem With the rapid rise of the TON ecosystem, the launch of DOGS seems both surprising and logical. While TON already has some MEME projects like FISH and REDO, they lack significant impact and wealth effects. In contrast, DOGS, with its unique community-driven and innovative mechanisms, has the potential to become the first interesting and influential MEME project in the TON ecosystem.

Telegram’s vast user base of over 900 million provides enormous expansion potential for the DOGS project. By integrating with the built-in TON wallet or third-party wallets, users can easily claim and manage DOGS points. This convenience and accessibility could potentially convert a large number of Web2 users to TON chain users.

Market Prospects and Challenges The explosive growth and user engagement of the DOGS project demonstrate its vast market potential. However, it is worth noting that the project currently lacks detailed background information, and there have been multiple security incidents involving token theft in the TON ecosystem recently. These factors could impact the project's long-term development. Therefore, users should remain cautious and ensure safety while participating.

Despite these challenges, the DOGS project continues to show its unique charm and potential. By tapping into hot trends and innovative mechanisms, the project has not only attracted substantial user attention but also brought new vitality and engagement to the Telegram community. As the project evolves and more gameplay features are unveiled, DOGS is poised to carve out a significant place in the TON ecosystem.

Conclusion The emergence of the DOGS project brings new hope and opportunities for MEME coins in the TON ecosystem. Although the project is still developing and improving, its unique philosophy and rapidly growing user base indicate immense potential and appeal. For all Telegram users, the DOGS project offers a chance to claim points for free, so why not take advantage of it?

In the whirlwind of cryptocurrency, whether DOGS will become the next phenomenal MEME coin remains to be seen. But one thing is certain: it has shown us a future full of vitality and endless possibilities. Let’s witness the growth of DOGS in the TON ecosystem and look forward to it becoming the next AIDOGE!

Please note that the TON ecosystem has recently experienced several security incidents involving token theft. Although the project has been widely shared by many KOLs, participants should still exercise caution and ensure their safety.

[lunaetis]

@volonata asked :

[ snap ] sender takes a photo of receiver ( candid or posed ) / eden

nonverbal  meme  prompts. || accepting

─「エデン」─  there was something about the man that drew her in. the STELLARON VESSEL wasn't quite sure what it was exactly. from the very moment she had caught his scent, and her own body moving faster than her mind could register. before she knew it, she had already buried her teeth into his arm in a marking bite. that's right. mark. she wasn't attempting to hurt him with that bite, but for some odd reasons she wanted to leave her MARK on him. even eden didn't understand why.

                perhaps, that curiosity was what prompted her to come find him again, much to his dismay. while she was certain he wanted a kind of answer as to why she was sticking close to him when they barely knew one another, the TRAILBLAZER simply told him that his scent was interesting and that was it. she did, however, bring him souvenirs from her trip through the stars. a small prism of frozen stardust was one of them.

                " you can start to see the stars. it's getting darker. " eyes of gold watched the way the SUN started to move towards the horizon line, painting the once clear blue sky into a mixture of mauve and SCARLET. it seemed her very frame illuminated under the starlight, and there was a soft glow of gold emitting from her chest.

                a sound of a shutter caught her attention. was he taking a picture of her or the sky ? the lens was pointing in her direction, but she wasn't sure.

                " you want a picture of me ? " head whipped back and tilted to the side like a curious puppy, she took a step closer to him. what prompted him to take a photo of her, she wondered. gloved digits fished out her own phone from the dark jacket, lifting it for him to see. " how about a selfie ? you and me. " she waved her phone about. " i promise i won't bite this time. " only this time ? who knows. approaching him, eden handed her phone towards the other. " here, you can take one for us. i want a pic of you, too. " for what ? again, who knows.

[symprites-venting]

was I the only one annoyed at jesse’s hybrid raffle entry?

I'm sure you were not as mod fish especially was. There were other memes but they were either fully painted in detail, or multiple comic panels telling a joke. They were not a traced Patrick Star that did not even have the general shape of a Symprite.

We also did not understand the connection between that particular meme and the prompt theme, but this may simply be an "us" thing.

[irxnmaiden]

[Public] + [Oral] For the Sinday meme :3c

Time apart can feel either like an instant or eternity, depending on those last goodbyes; beneath the Alolan sun, though setting, the former feels more applicable. The transition of high noon to near-nightfall seemed instantaneous, but soon, sprawling across the sands and soaking that last spot of sunlight, the couple begin to notice they are but the few who remain on the long stretch of beach overlooking the ocean.

Though she could easily doze as the stars begin to assemble, Jasmine is jolted by a nudge from her boyfriend, playful smirk twisting his lips in a manner she can only attribute to mischief.

🔞

"Show me... 'somewhere'?" His come-on is reiterated, though there's little hesitation in allowing for his guidance, a hand of his leading her away from their set-up. Quickly, she flushes, notating this direction: they'd traversed much of Melemele Island's vivid majesty, having taken note to return to this very specific lagoon whenever given the chance.

But, despite Jasmine purportedly having other plans for their eventual visit, it seems James has acquired a few of his own.

Waves crash against jagged rocks along the low shoreline, as they round the perimeter and find a place adjacent to a waterfall. The soothing of its roar paired with the mist that clouds its base is tranquil beyond words—so much so, the redness of Jasmine's cheeks pinken while James begins tending to her body.

As the man gnaws lovingly along her neck, a stray hand of his comes to cover her mouth—Jasmine, somewhere between sensuality and serenity, must've not known how vocal she was becoming. Despite the shroud of night, the roar of the waterfall, and the strategically-chosen location, there's still the possibility they'd be heard.

Despite as exciting as that makes this scenario, they're only just beginning; an interruption, at this point in time, would sweep this fleeting eroticism like riptides out from shore—if not simply momentarily.

"James–" She can only muffle against his palm, biting her bottom lip behind its shield as the man lowers bikini bottoms to dangle below her ankles. Watching while he circles her navel with loving pecks, hickies for another day, Jasmine's hands find the crown of his head—gently, they push him lower, his kisses following along her subtle command.

The gentle lapping of his tongue causes her to shiver, his eager roughness increasing while the hand once covering her mouth soon latches onto a thigh, leaving her vocalizations to their own accord.

That bottom lip could bleed with the pressure felt between rows of teeth, stifling the pant that arises the moment the man's tongue begins its plunge; his lips continue their work as well, and he's sure to feel thighs clamping ever so slightly around his head as he continues readying his beloved. One hand reaches up, leaving her thigh to cup a covered breast, while his other goes to fishing within his trunks.

It'll be a long evening before they return to their lodgings, Jasmine's shuddering prompting her partner to rise and position himself comfortably between her open legs.

She only prays that, in this case, time feels less of an instance and more an eternity.

[mystical-strawberry-sheep]

🍓 Muse Specific Inbox Call 🍓

{I'm going to do what I did with Hanekoma but with an inbox call. Just send in a word and I'll send an ask from the appropriate muse.}

[CRYPTID] - Spirit Aku [REAPER] - TWEWY Aku [KEYBLADE] - KH Aku [POKEBALL] - Pokemon Aku [CRYSTAL] - Final Fantasy Aku [DREAM] - Tera Aku

[spongebob-connoisseur]

I rewatched the Pat-A-Thon episode so many times that I noticed it was Slappy who was the one sending prank calls to Squidward. If you listen in carefully and you can hear his voice on the phone.

[faytelumos]

Writing Directory and Info!

Welcome to my writeblr!

My name is Fayte, and he or she pronouns are both fine.  My biggest writing projects are fantasy with elements of drama, romance, and horror, interwoven with found family, enemies to friends, a journey to the underworld, coming of age (adult), an unseen and blazing angel, grieving, the bond between siblings, and some monsters.  For Tumblr, I have a selection of hero/villain content available (including two longer-form stories) and a smattering of other short, original fiction.  There’s also some vampires and a handful of prompts to be seen.

My own writing is tagged as "Fayte writes". I use content warnings somewhat generously, and if I ever feel something is especially detailed/descriptive, it will be listed as a trigger warning.  I am ask and tag game friendly, even when I’m really slow answering them.  Asks are under the tag "can I ax you something?"  I’m trying to get back into drawing, so feel free to ask me about that, too.

My profile pic is from this, and my header is from here.

Here's a link to a slew of men's help hotlines, because it's very important to me.

Wanna know if you're on my taglist?

Directory below the cut. Don't mind all of the notes in brackets; this post is slowly being renovated.

Main Story

Yamez: It's time to go to war, but a big sister can't bring herself to let her little brother fight.

prompt fills: a list of posts where I used my OCs to fill a prompt

misc OC content: a list of character introductions, trivia, portraits, memes, and miscellaneous other things

Story Bites

The Lucid Dead, pt2: When the zombie apocalypse came, it made it impossible for vampires to remain in hiding.

Ulterior, pt2: Sidekick found Villain on the brink of death and secrets them away.

The Puzzle Box: Whosoever opens the Devilish Puzzle Box, bestowed upon The Little Ones by The Mighty Door Opener, Deliverer of Plenty, shall be revealed to be the Chosen One. (three puppies play with their new toy)

Saying Goodbye: Superhero and all of Supervillain's followers say goodbye. [fine]

Illusory: The past a hero has tried to put behind her returns from the dark. [completed series]

Heaven's Trail: Spy teaches Warrior about the stars on a quiet night.

Open Late: Hero is trying to cope with losing lives while Sidekick is trying to get them both to eat.

It's Cold Outside… : After a frigid brush with death, Villain warms up in Hero's care.

Open Wounds: Hero's hurt and vulnerable, and the only person they can think to ask for help is Villain.

Ol' Ben, pt2, pt3: Hero entrusts Villain with their elderly dog.

Fishing Fiasco, pt2, pt3: A late night fishing trip turns into a close call with mer-death.

Rookie: Villain's just minding their own business when some nobody comes crashing in.

Rescue: Villain is a little tired of the way Hero is being treated.

Breaking Up (Is Hard Enough): Hero's still processing their breakup on Valentine's Day, but their friends make sure they're not alone.

Teacher's Lounge: A teen vampire prefers to spend time with the teachers.

Into the Black With a Matchstick, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6: A race of space-faring, alliance-making aliens find humans adrift in space, and are appalled with the things humans are willing to do to themselves to achieve their goals; two scientists struggle to understand how their mission was knocked so off-course, not through space, but through time.

Nobody Loved Her: A researcher finds out that a dangerous experiment has gotten loose.

Future, Rural, Hope: A farmer and his robot are making the best out of a tough situation.

Short Form

How it Feels to Break Containment

A Good Girl's Eulogy (cw: real death mentions)

Requests

Know Thy Enemy, pt2: A confident and somewhat flirty villain catches a normally bubbly hero who becomes shy every time they interact.

Prompt Fills

"I think I'm going to be sick." / "Oh come on, it's one kiss and it's going to literally save the world!" / "Right, but it's you that I'm kissing."

A Month of Kisses (prompts from here)

“A clean white cape, baby blue underpants, and suddenly everyone thinks I’m the hero. Good PR has never been so easy.”

Whumptober 2022 (prompts and rules here) [broken] [clean]

"Please leave me alone."

"I know we're enemies-" / "Understatement of the century." / "-But I'd like to make an alliance." / "No."

Trick or Treats: pluttskutt's, superbatdisasterblog's, godswar's, ghost-town-story's, fickle-tiction's, dogmomwrites', epiclamer's

"You are truly unique."

"Are you waiting for someone?"

You are the newest addition to the police's K-9 Unit…

The villain's favorite snack company is on the verge of bankruptcy…

“I’m getting sick of running into you.” / “Same here.”

Accidentally hitting [someone] with a snowball meant for their friend.

"When you look at me like that… I feel like someone worth looking at. But I know that's not true. So I need you to stop." / "Not true? Now, who has you believing nonsense like that?", pt2

"Turn back."

"No one kisses me. Everyone's too afraid of me to kiss me. But you… you just…" / "Oh. Oh, God, was that your first kiss? I'm so sorry—"

Call Me. [one character calling out for/to another]

Knight x Jester

Write a horror story in the format of an internet search history.

You are immortal. You didn't realize your ex from 200 years ago was also immortal until you run into each other while grocery shopping.

Tag Games

Rewrite My Line 4/28/24

Rewrite My Line 5/1/24

WIP Drinking Game

Prompts

"And they said you couldn't fly."

"Will you sing with me one more time?…"

"Uh…. Happy birthday?"

"Let me guess your secret identity —"

Digital cameras have built-in content censors…

(long starter: Villain trapped with Hero in Hero's mind)

"Well, I tried."

"I didn't know who else to come to…."

"Why should I do anything for you?"

“Delete your account.”

Your teammate has time control powers...

"...How do you keep it together so well?"

The Halloween party was going great...

"I'm sorry."

"Don't say goodbye."

list of Sunshine x Grumpy prompts

Resources

Fayte’s character questionnaire

Fayte’s draconic diet research

Fayte's guide to writing inter-species romance

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trust me [contains flashing lights]

[aiweirdness]

My Name is Bot

Text-generating neural networks can do a lot more now than they used to. When I first started generating things with neural networks, sentences and even simple phrases were mostly beyond them (that didn’t stop me from trying, with hilariously inept results). But now programs like GPT-3 can keep track of much larger blocks of text, capable of writing multi-question personality quizzes (as long as you don’t mind that the tests make no darn sense).

Now here’s one I’ve wanted to do for a while: there’s a form of poetry called bredlik, introduced in late 2016 CE by Sam Garland after a cow was discovered licking the loaves at a bakery:

my name is Cow, and wen its nite, or wen the moon is shiyning brite, and all the men haf gon to bed - i stay up late. i lik the bred.

With its pseudo-Chaucerian spelling and meter of strict iambic diameter, bredlik is one of my favorite things the internet has produced. And, now that the interest in bredlik has declined from “very niche” to “virtually none”, it’s the perfect time for me to see how a state-of-the-art neural net does at generating bredlik poems.

I gave GPT-3 15 example bredlik poems, focusing on those that stuck to the standard 8-line length. I also included a (subject, verb, object) header to each poem so I could specify the topic. The cow poem above, for example, got (cow, lick, bread) as a header. Then I gave GPT-3 a few headers to add to, and here’s what it produced:

(giraffe, trick, bot) my name's giraf, and on the veld i lik to pley with bouncing gait but when it's cold i shiver, no. my tunge wil bach, i trip the bot.

(bot, make, memes) my name is bot and wen i memz i go into the street i maek the sound lik dok dok dok lik boom boom boom but all at once i see a meme and i can't meme.

It’s close. It’s soooo close. Terrible, though. It does make an effort to match my prompt, even when I sabotage it with way too many syllables or something:

(cat, eat, broccoli) my name is cat, and wen i feel the smell of treat, i jump up fast from box or seat, and run and leap and seize the feep, and say, yum, meep!

(moon, moon, moon) my name is moon and wen it’s night and stars are out and you don’t see a single sound I am the one to set your heart I moon the moon

It occasionally gets the rhythm right, though it’s curiously bad at counting lines. It tries to do the pseudo-Chaucerian spelling but some of its misspellings are so weird that I suspect it’s just making up words. Other times it uses real archaic English, which is not the point of bredlik but it’s still kinda cool that it drew the parallel. Note that it is also almost following the rhyming scheme, especially if you take some liberties with how you pronounce the made-up words. For the rest of the poems in this post, GPT-3 generated not just the poem, but the prompt as well.

(Sheep, graze, name) My name is Sheep and wen it’s nyght i like to bleepe with shut and ee and munch upon the buettom green of grounges fourm i lik the name

(fish, lick, thing) my name is fish, and wen i see the mote that doth bestow upon me the gift of life and givith unto me a watery strife i thank the fen i lik the thing

(bell, scare, doom) my name is bell and wen you kno the wyld dark nere to Hell’s abyss and in the mire the dead a roon you think it’s naym the bells will toon i scare the doom

I’m surprised at how often GPT-3 did manage to get close to bredlik, since AI-generated poetry is notoriously hard, and even careful scripting can produce glitchy poems with unexpected odes to mining company Alusuisse. Still, in this post I’m only showing a few of the generated poems - most of them not only fail to fit bredlik, but do so in a boring or unsatisfying way. The exception is this poem, which has definitely strayed from bredlik, but on the flip side contains the phrase “beely might”.

(Bee, use, thief) My name is Bee and wen I see a moth upon a tree I use my beely might and steal it from its fight And then I lik the thieft

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Diana and 47 are on the terrace overlooking the beach in Sapienza. Mario Saltatore is trying to flirt with 47. Diana is trying to look calm and composed.

Trope: Star-Crossed Lovers

Include these random words: honesty | guilt | humility

Include this line of dialogue: "Is that a fish?"

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a film by peter parker

authors note: this was inspired by another thinkerpete tweet that read "peter probably watches the bit from "a film by peter parker" where he's in the car with tony over and over when he misses him" and@peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology’s summer of love prompt list💛💛 also the video edit was made by me so please do not screen record/save and repost it even if you do credit me (also this is unedited so sorry for any typos, i’ll probably go through it sometime this week, i just wanted to post it first)

prompts used: 2. making the backyard/rooftop into a movie theater

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warnings: mentions of tony’s death, other than that, nothing but fluff

word count: 3.9k

Peter hated the summer.

Peter hated not having anything to busy himself with; no homework, or academic decathlon, or seeing Ned everyday who could wrap him up in his graphic novel fan theories or the drama in his on and off relationship with Betty. It was petty drama and minor stimulation, but it was something to distract him momentarily. But now Ned was in Aruba with his parents for the entire month which meant Peter had to suffer through the scorching heat of Juy all by himself.

Peter knew he didn’t have to be alone each day, -Aunt May had spent many dinners trying to get him to join her at the movies or the mall, even offering to let him have free reign of the lego store (when he said no to that, she knew he was in worse shape than she thought)- he had a handful of trustworthy and dependable friends he could hang out with for the afternoon like MJ and Betty, or even Flash who had been uncharacteristically nice to Peter ever since he found out he was Spiderman; this having happened only a few weeks after Tony had died and Peter had let him in on his secret to console a sobbing Eugene who, honestly, seemed to be more broken up about the news than Peter was. But even with his expanding friend group, Peter had found the most his body could endure was the contents of his bedroom.

He tried to get back out there after Tony’s passing, he really did, but at the first Iron Man tribute he admired on patrol, his body completely shut down and he swung back home, tears dampening the material of the mask.

So a lonely summer was what Peter submitted himself too, and he’s come to terms with it. He’s rewatched his favorite old shows, started binging some new ones. He’s taken apart and put together his lego death star four times now, each time faster than the last. But he’s been particularly fond of staring out the window. His apartment complex was quite close to the building besides his and he could look down into the backyard everyone had to share. Peter’s building had one as well, but since he was pretty sure he was the only person under 35 who lived there, it went unused.

Next door, there was always a different activity occurring in order for the patrons to beat the heat, and Peter often thought about how easy it would be for him to just go downstairs and introduce himself, and ask to join. It’d really be as simple as that and he’d meet some new people, get a free lunch and a chance to swim in the plastic pool they set up; maybe they’d laugh at his jokes and clap when he did flips, but it was all just a maybe, just in his imagination because his brain never let him wander to far before squandering the idea of getting close to someone again, for if history has taught Peter anything, it's that anything he gets close to, is not meant to stay for long and will be soon snatched away from him in the cruelest of ways.

And this thought is what resigns him to slink back behind his window and pout the day away, as he was doing now, vision blurring as he stared at nothing.

“Hey!”

Peter jumped, his eyes focusing on the target of whoever pelted his window and they landed on your form, slumped against your open windowsill, chin resting on your hand as you gazed back at him.

“Can I help you?” Peter bit back after lifting his window half way, his tone unconsciously laced with annoyance. He really didn’t even notice it anymore since that’s how he’s been speaking to everyone in his life for months now, but when you flinched at his tone, guilt started to creep up his spine.

Before he could ever begin to stumble out an apology, you cut him off “Yeah, is there a reason you stare into my room everyday?”

Peter's face flushed red and he opened and closed his mouth like a fish. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had spoken so bluntly towards him, and honestly, he liked it. He was getting tired of everyone walking on tiptoes around him, he just wanted things to go back to how they were, where he was just Peter Parker, your friendly neighborhood student.

“Or could you at least give me some money for some curtains if you just can’t give up the beautiful view of a concrete wall?”

“S-sorry, I- I didn’t even know you were there.”

Lie.

Peter knew you were there, he always knew when you were there.

Peter Parker isn’t a stalker, though! Sure, he’s gone through some fucked up shit on Earth and in space, so yeah, he wouldn’t call himself the most …sane person he knows, but he really wasn’t a creep. With your buildings being so close and your rooms directly across from one anothers, he was bound to notice you at some point.

And at some point he did. It was the first day of summer and Midtown let out at 12 instead of 3 to mark the occasion, so Peter had been mulling about in his room for quite some time already, thinking about how he heard all his classmates amazing summer plans and how the farthest he was going to go was probably the Thai restaurant down the street, and even that was a maybe. Peter sulked in silence until a couple hours later he heard a door slam closed, thumps from things being tossed on the ground, and a loud groan as he peeked through his windowsill at you who was currently flopped on the bed, window wide open without a care, scrolling on your phone.

At first, he was taken aback by your beauty, a small, small feeling of intrigue spiked his system, but it flew under the radar due to the seemingly everlasting dread that’s been weighing down on Peter's shoulders for months. But he couldn’t look away. You’d been doing nothing but looking at tiktoks mindlessly, occasionally cracking a half smile if a video was particularly amusing, but you still remained cemented to your mattress with no plans on moving anytime soon.

This brought comfort to Peter as he fished his phone out from the bottom of his bag and pulled up Ned’s messages and started to look through the media he sent him, almost two months worth of funny memes and videos that he hadn’t been bothered to look at, and he sat there along with you, aimlessly letting the time pass by. He enjoyed it, knowing he wasn’t really alone in his lazy and distracting behaviors because the pretty neighbor girl was doing just the same.

Ever since then, he’s just been …aware… of your coming and goings. He figured you had a summer job as every other day you were gone for a few hours, a solid shift. But on the days you were home, you also spent it mainly up in your room, every now and then, playing music from your record player, and if he was really lucky, you’d, unknowingly, give him a private concert as you sung out whichever niall horan or ariana grande song struck your fancy that day. He grew quite fond of the music, having added some of the regulars to his own playlist. And he enjoyed knowing you were right there, and he was right here; each of you living your lives, as uneventful as they may be, but you were together in some sort of way.

He’d never spoken to you, the ability of being able to just push his window up and call out to you at any time was what he liked, and each day he thought he’d do it but chickened out, and now it seemed like he’d have to make introductions whether he was ready or not.

“Mmm, right, so you haven’t seen me change or anything like that?” You asked and the content of your question and the inquisitive tone brought a flush to his cheeks.

“N-no! Of course not! I-I’d never do that, why would I even want to look at you? I mean! I don’t think you’re ugly or anything I… I just…”

Peter’s ramblings were cut off with your laugh as it bounced off the summer air and into his room. You were fully leaning out your open window now, and Peter had found himself in the same position, as if he was drawn to you.

“I was only joking with ya, but it's still nice to have the confirmation. I’m Y/N, your neighbor! Obviously.” You trailed off at the end, knowing that information was unnecessary since the boy next door obviously already knew that.

He was like no boy you’d ever seen before, only read about in books. He had a sweet disposition and inviting brown eyes that matched his soft chestnut hair. But he was built like a man, a strong jaw and strong arms. You’d seen him leaving his building everyday on your way to school, and when he’d get dropped off in a big black SUV during the late hours of the night, but he walked in the opposite direction or darted inside so fast,you never really got a chance to take him in.

“…Peter?” His tentative tone snapped you out of your daze and you realized he was introducing himself.

“Sorry, Peter! I- I… got distracted… by your… death star!” You let out, eyes focusing on the black and grey figure resting on his bed.

Peter felt his cheeks heat up as he moved to push it to the ground.

“That’s pretty cool! I finished the star wars series last summer.”

Peter’s eyes snapped up to yours and the friendly smile you were giving him along with the genuine interest in your tone seemed to break something inside him, snapped the band of hesitation that wrapped around his heart. “You did? For the first time?”

“Yeah! I know I’m like super late, but there’s like nine movies!”

Your laughs melded into one as you leaned out your respective windows and began talking about your favorite movie series. Peter was aware that this was unnatural for him. He had been more open to this stranger in the past few minutes than he had to his own Aunt in months and the same guilt from earlier crept up on him. But Peter was having a good time talking to you and he felt his insides turn in excitement when he realized you really had no idea who he was. He had a clean slate with you and he could make any first impression he wanted, well he hoped your first impression of him wasn’t that he was a peeping pervert, but we move, as MJ would say.

You were about to start telling Peter about this new dystopian novel you began reading when you heard a woman call out to him.

“Oh, that’s my Aunt May. She must be home from work. I- I should go say hello.” He explained, a sad look crossing his face that you didn’t quite understand.

You felt your own sadness wash over you, though. You didn’t want to stop talking to Peter either. “Yeah, of course!”

“But we can talk tomorrow right?” Peter asked, his tone laced with uncertainty.

“Oh well, I work double tomorrow… so I probably won’t be home ‘til late.” You said and the way the brown haired boys face visibly fell felt like a punch in the gut and you were scrambling for a reason to make him smile.

“B-but hey! I also get paid tomorrow so if you want, you can come over on saturday and we can have a movie night and we can order a shit ton of take out?”

“Come over to your place?” Peter asked, and he felt himsef involuntarily tense at the idea of leaving his room for the first time in weeks. It was safe in his room. But the pleading look on your face and hopefulness in your tone encouraged him to take the chance.

“I’d love to y/n.” Peter said with a soft smile and you smiled back shyly at him before closing your window and making your way out your room, making sure you were safe in the hall, away from his prying eyes to do a little happy dance.

Peter was unable to wipe the grin off his face as he walked out his room to greet his Aunt.

She heard his feet padding down the hall as she was setting out dinner, “Sorry its not ready yet, Petey, today’s been crazy, but I’ll get started now.” She rushed. Recently, she’s been hoping food’s the key to lift her poor nephews spirits, so each night she’ll either order or make something more fattening, cheesy, and delicious than the last.

“It’s alright May,” Peter let out easily as he turned the counter and placed a kiss on her cheek, “why don’t you let me cook tonight?”

May’s jaw dropped and she blinked a couple times. She could barely get two words out of Peter recently, and they were always either a meak thank you for dinner or an it was good when she asked about his day. She felt her eyes tear up at the slight sliver of her old Petey back.

“O-oh, really, you wanna cook?”

Peter ducked his head down at the ingredients in front of him to avoid looking in her eyes, his heart dropping at the glossiness that overtook them. He truly hadn’t realized how closed off he’d been. “Well, how about we do it together?” He began and the face splitting grin that spread across May’s face was all he needed to know he was taking a step in the right direction.

“G-good idea, honey. Can’t have the house burn down, can we?”

“Hey!”

May laughed and kissed Peter’s head as they began winding through the kitchen, making casual conversation. It was just like the old days, May thought. Before the wave of devastation drowned Peter as he lost a father figure, once again.

“So what did you do today, P? Do you know when Ned get’s back? I’m sure you’re both excited to see each other.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I am. I don’t know when he get’s back actually, but that’s okay-“

“I know you like your peace and quiet, I really do, but I do think it’ll be good for you to get out of the apartment for a little bit, see if Michelle is available. Oh! Or maybe that Lisa, Liz! I liked Liz, see if she’s available-“

“May! Its okay. I don’t need to hang out with Liz Allen,” Peter grumbled, “I- I made a new friend actually.”

May looked over at Peter in confusion since he hadn’t gone out or had anyone over in weeks, that she could remember; and Peter took her silence as an opportunity to continue.

“The neighbor.”

“Mrs. Wozniak?”

“No! Y/n, she lives in the next building over. And my room is right across from hers. We’re gonna hang out on saturday.”

“Oh?” May raised her brows at her nephew and bit back a smile, much to Peter’s chagrin. “Is she pretty?”

“And that’s relevant why?”

“I don’t know!!” May drawled and Peter just rolled his eyes and kept chopping the vegetables in front of him, the blush adorning his cheeks refusing to go down as he thought yes, yes she is.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

You yanked the door open as soon as you heard Peter’s knocks against it. He jumped back a bit, his arm still partially raised from when he knocked and you silently berated yourself for being so eager, but the spreading smile across his face made you feel not so bad.

“Oh, sorry, I was just-“

“It’s alright.” Peter replied with a soft smile, and you let yourself trace the golden flecks in his eyes before he cleared his throat, once again, snapping you out of a daze. You seemed to be in a dreamy state around him alot.

“Can I come in? I brought my Star Wars DVD collection by the way, I know you’ve seen them, but this one has the director's cut which I thought totally changed the course of the first trilogy!” Peter explained, rocking on the balls of his feet in excitement.

You bit your lip at the sight, his cuteness was rubbing off on you. “Yeah, that sounds great, but actually we aren’t gonna be watching in here.” You said, grabbing the bag of Chinese food and snacks and stepping out.

Peter’s face sputtered as you both walked to the stairs. He’d spent all day building up his courage to just go six feet from his building, there was no way he’d be able to go around the city with you for the fear of seeing something that’ll remind him of the avengers or crime.

“Y’alright?” You asked, noticing Peter’s stony silence as you walked down the last flight and made your way to the back gate.

“Yeah, sorry, I guess I’m just nervous. I haven’t really hung out with anyone new in a while, well, with anyone at all really.”

You smiled in sympathy, “I get you, I haven’t either. All my friends are out of town, so I’ve mostly just hung out in my room, too.”

“But you already knew that, don’t ya stalker?”

Peter rolled his eyes and shoved your arm as you laughed, glad you got his nerves out of his system. You unlocked the gate and lef Peter to the back garden.

“Woah..” Peter let out. There was a large white sheet hung up between two trees, and a projector set up on the table behind where a blanket lay, covered in a mess of pillows. The setting sun lit up by strung lightbulbs.

“You like? I figured since we both seemed to be home bodies, we could have the fun of the movie theatre, but here!”

Peter felt his heart swell at your words. You’d only known him for two days, and you already treated him with so much consideration and kindness. “I- I love it, y/n. This is amazing.”

He saw how you tucked your cheek into your shoulder in bashfulness and felt his spirits raise even higher. You were adorable.

“I’m glad you like it. I hope the projector works though, it took me forever to translate the instructions.”

Peter walked over to it and gave it a once over. “It seems fine to me, but I can always look at it if you want.”

“Oh yeah? You good with tech?”

“Good enough to get by. I needed it a lot while working with Mr. Stark” Peter began, forgetting that he wasn’t talking to an old friend.

“You worked with Tony Stark?!?”

“Oh.. oh yeah, only for a little! I was an intern.” He said quietly, beating himself up for even bringing up the topic of Tony. The last thing he wanted to do was cry in front of a pretty girl.

“Wow, that must’ve been amazing. You, you must miss him a lot then, huh?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled lifelessly. “Yeah I do.”

“But no matter, we’re here to have a good time right?”

“Yeah, yeah we are!” You grasped his hand and gave him a sympathetic squeeze -neither of you blind to the sparks that shot from the place your hands met- and got settled on the blanket.

Two and a half moves later, the sun had set and the two of you were sitting in the darkness, the only light coming from the flickering of the projector as the abandoned movie played. You and Peter were sitting cross legged, facing each other as he told you another story about working with the Avengers.

“Yeah, it was so crazy!! We were in this airport and he went from being like two inches tall to two hundred feet, it blew my mind. But it was okay though, because I had this idea-“

“Wait, wait, wait. You were there? Why?” You asked, loving every adventure filled anecdote he told you, but it wasn’t all adding up. For just an intern, he seemed incredibly close to Mr. Stark himself, but then again, you’d only known him for less than a week and you also wanted to go everywhere with him.

Peter worried his lip, thinking about how he could worm his way out of this one. Why would a teenage intern be at the Avengers civil war? He figured he could lie, or even just run away and buy black out curtains. Maybe he could convince Aunt May to switch rooms with him even. But you’d already brought so much light to his life in multiple aspects, and he thought, just maybe, you’d be able to bring light to that aspect of his life too.

“You know what, lemme just show you! Wait here, I’ll be back!”

Peter ran back down, his Chewbacca flash drive in hand, adrenaline running through his veins. He plugged it into your laptop and dug up a folder he hadn’t touched in almost eight months.

“What’s this?” You asked as he sat back down next to you.

“You’ll see.” He said, eyes glued to the screen in front of him.

A Film by Peter Parker, read the title as a compilation of videos featuring Peter, Happy, Aunt May, the Avengers, and Tony projected before you both.

Peter heard you gasp as the camera flashed to the suit, and saw, from the corner of his eye, how your head snapped towards his as he backspringed across the battleground. The film continued and neither of you could tear your eyes from the screen. Peter felt his eyes well up with tears as a scene with him and Tony talking to the camera began and he thought that watching this was a bad idea and he was about to turn around and turn it off when he felt your fingers intertwine with his.

He sucked in a sharp breath at the warmth you brought him and he squeezed back, his brain nearly malfunctioning at the speed in which he tried to memorize the feel of your hand in his. But his senses were overloaded as he picked up on your accelerated heartbeat.

The two of you continued to watch the video, neither moving even when it autostarted from the beginning, and this time you laughed outwardly at the funny parts, and asked him questions about why Happy didn’t seem to like him.

“What did you do to him Peter?”

“Nothing I swear!”

“Likely story.”

And he felt the steel blanket of grief fall off his shoulders. The feeling of intrigue and excitement for going back to life was no longer a small trail buried deep within him, but now a firecracker that ignited his insides and aurated off of him. Things were going to be alright, he was going to make it out this summer with more than just the memories from his bedroom, and he’d make it through whatever else life would throw at him, as long as he had you by his side.

Because you didn’t make his heart beat faster out of fear, you made him feel flustered and full of affection.

And you didn’t hold him roughly, with the intent to harm him; you held him delicately, and he could only wait to be able to hold your heart the same way.