#okay oops that got long

[lavenoon]

Hey there, friendly reminder that you are awesome, amazing, and astoundingly talented! <3

Aaa hi Fan!! Making me melt too, I see 💜

🤲 what do YOU get out of writing?

I get to reread my own stuff, in more detail than if I just tried to remember an idea or daydream, and it feels much more tangible written down! I still reread fic I never published because it's just for me, and sometimes surprise myself with scenes I had entirely forgotten! So I'm very glad I wrote them down <3

There's also definitely the engagement/ interaction for published fic. Like yes, I shouldn't make anything dependent on that, but it's just so so validating and fun to hear from other people, and to enjoy something together! I'm very happy I get to share my ideas, and have people be excited for them <3

💋 when you leave comments on a fic, do you want to hear back from the writer?

Answered a bit more in depth here, but in short, I definitely enjoy it! I never want the author to feel pressured though, it's just a little bonus treat <3

🕯️ how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

There's the difference between worth and validation - you may know as a writer (or artist, creator of any kind) that your work has worth, but the validation is what makes you want to share it. If you don't feel like anyone reads your work, why would you continue publishing it? It doesn't mean you necessarily stop writing, but to post something you created means being vulnerable and putting a piece of yourself out there. If there's just no engagement, it feels like rejection.

Fandom is about interaction. We all want to share thoughts and ideas and theories, and it is vital to engage with what is there. That doesn't mean everyone needs to comment on everything! But if you read something, and you enjoy it, you definitely should leave some sort of "I liked this" reaction.

For the socially anxious folks, or people with few social spoons, there's always the options of likes and kudos - as long as these people don't make up the vast majority of a fandom, engagement will easily continue flowing even without explicit words from them! There's also anon options, or those pre-made html codes for more kudos, or other very simple comments (like just "extra kudos!" without any html) that still let an author know you liked it!

Plus, especially if it's anxiety making the engagement hard... The author did the same? Bearing a piece of themself for others to see, and as long as you don't waltz in and just point out all flaws without saying anything else, why would they not enjoy hearing from you? Comments give the author an idea what was good, what might need elaboration, and what ideas resonate!

Some people feel more comfortable on tumblr, some more on discord, some more in a different constellation - but please, please make an effort to engage. It's what keeps things going - you can't just "consume" and not give anything back, if everyone did that, creators would burn out like a flash fire and stop publishing things. I know I did. It's worth the anxiety, it's worth the effort, and a little bit can go a long way. I'm anxious any time I post, and I still do it! So as a creator I just want to hear from people that it was worth it for me, too, that it's received well. Find a form of engagement that works for you, but engage - otherwise, in time, there won't be anything to engage with.

🧿 what steps do you take to not take things personally if a fic doesn't do well, or if your writing/posting/sharing experience isn't going how you'd like it to?

Uh, admittedly, not too many. My rsd and anxiety unfortunately tend to make me catastrophize, and mostly it's damage control, not prevention.

What I do do is look at what engagement I did get - every kudos/ comment is a person, and even if it doesn't seem much, those are real people who like my work. Every bookmark means someone wants to see more. Those already mean a lot, and I remind myself to not get caught up in numbers - with private bookmarks, all the people who bookmarked AU might not even fit into my home! That's so so many people! Even my other fic, which runs at 16 bookmarks - that's a lot of people in a room!

So in short, I visualize the engagement I get as actual people, remind myself that was a real person who took time out of their day to let me know they liked my work! It's really never happened to me that there's no one who interacted with my work, and even if there were... Well, I already write a lot for just myself or friends, things that I don't necessarily share with the wide public, so I know where to go to find the validation I crave, and sometimes that validation is just keeping things entirely to myself and reread them again and again <3

[thecurtainswereblue]

oops my hand slipped

[robbie-lee-zombie]

mini ficlet I got inspired to do ( @fluffymary )

When the gang of smiling critters have a sleepover, you better believe they go big or go home.

Kickin was the first to pass out after the movie, hanging halfway off the couch at the start, but eventually slumped to the floor at an odd angle and still hadn't stirred. Crafty and Bearhug aren't far behind as they both yawn, drifting off on the far left of the couch, holding onto one another. Hoppy, Bubba and Piggy were huddled in their own pile on the other end, looking uncomfortable to anyone else but snoring all the while.

What about our final two?

One of our sweet little friends was having a horrible dream. Horrible enough to leave him panting when he awoke, checking around the living room frantically for any monsters that might still be lurking in the dark. Dogday knew he was being silly, but it still got to him, he just knew something was coming for him! Something waiting to come out and grab him, something to steal him away and no one would ever find him again-

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Look at me. Just keep your eyes on me, okay, pup?"

One, a night owl, someone who sleeps in the day because he guards the night. He protects his family, his friends, while they're vulnerable, so they have nothing to fear. Right now, his closest friend - his partner - had something to fear. Catnap couldn't have that.

"I couldn't run away- it hurt so much, Catnap-"

"Shh, shshh I know sunspot, you don't have to explain. I'm here. You're safe here."

A few beats of silence pass. Then, Catnap got an idea.

"I got it." Catnap lifts Dogday's chin to look him in the eyes more clearly. Smiling, sweetly, he whispers. "You want to hear a lullaby?"

Immediately Dogday's face starts to feel hot and he's pulling on his right ear, twirling and picking at the fur in a nervous fidget. His tail starts thumping behind him. "You- What if- You don't have to, I'll be-" Dogday whines a little. Embarrassed. Excited. Eager.

"Let me try that again."

Dogday's sputtering was immediately halted by Catnap's purring. He could feel it in his touch, in his paws any time he held Dogday's cheeks in his hands, it was a soft rumbling under the skin. It was soothing. "May I sing you a lullaby, sweet pup?"

Dogday willed his tail to stop wagging for a moment to respond seriously. He nodded. "Yes. Please."

Their positions are shifted to have Dogday leaning on Catnap's chest, slouching comfortably in case he were to fall asleep sooner than anticipated, which Cat had already dubbed in his mind would be no time at all. Dogday's tail wags without his permission, but neither of them mention it.

Catnap's claws make quick work of Dogday's ears, scratching at the base. Enough to tickle, enough to squirm and smile so wide Dogday's cheeks start to hurt, but not enough to laugh. Meanwhile, Catnap's tail traces along each of Dogday's toes that are tucked under the blankets. "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star~"

Dogday knew what lullaby this was. It's kept between them purely for Dogday's dignity and from dying of embarrassment. Not because they'd tickle the life out of him.

"How I wonder what you are~"

But because of how well it works. Plus, Catnap isn't the first one to go around bragging about his own singing voice as it is, he'd never hear the end of it.

"Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky~"

"Wahahait!!"

"Dogday, you made me mess up the song, now I'll have to start over..."

"No! Nonononohoho don't stahahart over, please-" "Well, maybe I won't have to start over... If you can tell me where my tail left off?"

"Y-Your tahahail?"

"Yes, giggle pup, I need to know where my tail was on the last verse, so I can pick up where it left off. I can't recall..."

As Catnap whispers aloud, his tail sweeps up and down Dogday's soles. Dogday throws his head side to side, trying his best to keep his giggling to a minimum, but the faster that appendage swipes, the more restless Dogday gets.

"Was it along your soles, those bright suns on your feet? While we said "Up above the world" or was it-" His tail switches to sliding between his toes. "Between your poor little toes, as we said "Like a diamond in the sky"?"

Catnap knows this. Catnap loves this.

Dogday could hardly pay attention as Catnap's tail was sawing between his toes. Before he was even aware of his own actions, Dogday was squeezing one of Catnap's hands in his own, bracing himself on whatever willpower he had to not fight Catnap's attack. The other hand was frantic, pawing at the ground, his own torso in a self hug, hiding his face, he couldn't decide what made it better worse.

"Dihihiamond!! You were on diamohohohond!!!"

"Ah, that's right! Thank you so much, my little tickle pup, I knew I could count on you~"

As much as the lullaby felt like it droned on for hours, it really was helping. It was quiet enough between the two of them that this moment never had to be seen by anyone else, it was a special time that let them hold onto one another, to laugh away the nightmares. Catnap's song was eventually interjected with his red smoke - with Dogday's consent being the agreement to the lullaby in the first place, they established that ages ago.

That's what really knocks Dogday out, but Catnap likes to wait as long as he can to use it, just to savor in Dogday's bright smile and pink face just a little while longer.

"A pretty orange and pink sunrise, just for me alone."

As the sun rises in the windows through the curtains, Catnap finally falls asleep.

[moe-broey]

Back to what I do best (bare minimum Putting My Guys In Situations shitposts) 😌

Inspo under cut!!!

[dairyfreenugget]

(Going insane boinkinh one AU in my head)

Hey hey hey

May I interest you in

(Slowly slides my FaaF AU towards you but void just Disappears without a trace one day before the accolade)

Teehee

[botanikos]

🍑 ( yk what it's funny maybe when they're teens idk )

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PERFECT LIPS COATED IN GOLD, crystal glasses abandoned on soft blanket, bottle favored instead and passed between the princes. Their laughter echoed in the empty meadow as they stumbled [ albeit gracefully ] along, shoulders brushing every so often as they mocked the droning voices of their mentors, or plucked away at the newest social scandals [ which they agreed were far too mild to be considered decent gossip ]. Out here, there was no one to bark orders at them, no one to chastise or control them. Balekin was left behind undoubtedly awaiting the chance to inflict his infinite wrath upon Cardan, and Stolas — his complaints were smaller in comparison, but nevertheless they fled from much of their courtly duties when he could. Or more adequately, whenever and wherever involved Prince Cardan's company. They gave pause, leaning against a large tree, breathless with their escape.

A flurry of rather unhappy grigs had started to surround and chase them off, fiercely expressing their disappointment and frustrations when they [ in their young, wild, and drunken stupors ] accidentally ruined a celebration, resulting in the wreckage of more than a few of their instruments.

❝ Now you have something genuinely fruitful and humorous to bring up in conversation with your court. Perhaps it will win you points in your endeavors for a true match.~ ❞ Stolas stands abruptly, fixing his posture, fluid movements making to mimic that of Cardan's cool grandiose.  ❝ You can tell them all about how your heel accidentally came down upon their summer celebrations, crushing delicate fiddles and causing an uproar of furious chirping— ❞ Vermillion hues narrow, midnight lined lips curving with a playful smirk. He moves back to his friend, bumping into him lightly before swiping the bottle from beringed fingers and drinking deeply. The warm and fuzzy feeling it left humming beneath his skin was favored above the migraine of tediousness they abandoned.

Elfhame's cruel prince scoffed and surprised Stolas with a hand against rear. Brief squeeze, there and gone, and wicked grin upon perfect lips, making his features all the more regal and cutting. Laughter spilled from him in a sudden burst at the sight of color spreading across his owl-like companion's cheeks.

❝ You could at least ask me to dance first, Your Highness~ ❞ flustered, but swift quip comes from Stolas' lips. But then even he was dissolving into laughter.

Eventually, the pair quieted, heads tilting skyward. Gloved fingers reach to delicately fix the crown atop his prince's head, observing his profile under careful gaze. They really ought to return. . . But he was grateful for the brief opportunity they managed to steal back for themselves.

❝ I will follow you beyond the stars, Prince Cardan. Remember that. ❞

[imflyingfish]

Honestly i dont like sculk spreading/corruption storylines theyre really boring with a few exceptions

[helldustedstories]

@fearedelight asked: "We're in completely different leagues." // coughs and casually gets the ball rolling for what we've been talking about-- Blitz for Stolas 👀

200 random dialogue prompts // accepting

It had been a little while, since he and Blitzy had struck up their little deal, and it seemed to be going well for both of them. Blitzy and his employees got access to the human realm, and he got to have Blitzy all to himself one night a month, something that he very much looked forward to.

There was still so much he didn't know, so much he hadn't experienced, and Bitzy didn't seem to mind trying out all sorts of different things with him. He had so much more experience, after all; Stolas had only been with Stella enough to produce their daughter, and now Blitzy.

Being with Blitz was so much different than anything with Stella had been. That had been cold, calculated, a duty. Neither of them had wanted to do it, and as soon as Via was hatched safely, that had been it. He'd tried to be a good husband, but Stella wanted equally as little to do with him, and he was actually quite relieved.

But then Blitz had come crashing back into his life, the first friend he'd ever had, the first person who had shown interest in him….or so he'd thought. Until his father had mentioned in passing that he'd paid for Blitzo (as he was called then) to spend the afternoon with him, since it was his birthday.

Still, that birthday had been one of his favourite days; he had thought about it and the imp he'd shared it with quite a few times over the years, even though he knew he would likely never see him again.

Then he'd shown up at Stella's "Still Not Divorced" party, and Stolas had thrown caution to the wind (thanks to a little assistance from the alcohol in his system, as well) and flirted with someone he was actually attracted to for the first time. He'd been more than a little flustered when Blitz had reciprocated, taking charge of the situation and chasing him all the way over to the bed. Stolas had tried to match that energy, being as forward and aggressive as he dared.

The moment Blitz bit him had really been what flipped a switch inside Stolas. Blitz had awakened something in him that he hadn't fully realized had existed, shown him that he could feel something for someone else, in that way.

And after Stolas had figured out that Blitz had been the one who had stolen his grimoire, well, it was an easy choice. He wanted to see the imp again, wanted to feel good again, and what better way than to arrange a deal between them? That was how things worked; he would let Blitz and his company use his grimoire, and Blitz would spend time with him in return.

It was only after they'd started meeting fairly regularly, and Stolas interacted more with both Moxxie and Millie that he began to see how different their relationship was. There wasn't any sort of …. transaction between them; they just spent time together because they wanted to.

But he and Blitz were doing that too, weren't they? Yes, they did still have a deal with the grimoire, but it wasn't just that, was it? Blitz certainly seemed to enjoy himself when he was with Stolas, and the prince absolutely did.

So that night, once they'd both thoroughly enjoyed themselves, Stolas had tried to get Blitz to stay. There was no need for him to drive home in the middle of the night when he could just…..stay here. That was the sort of thing one did when they were together, wasn't it?

But it seemed like Blitz had something else on his mind.

"We're in completely different leagues," Blitz told him, his back to Stolas as he moved to get his clothes.

Stolas blinked, quickly moving to sit up himself, the sheet pooling around his waist. Had he said something wrong? All he'd done was ask Blitz to stay…, which seemingly hadn't been the right thing to do.

"I know there's a difference in our positions, but why should that matter?" he asked. It didn't matter to him…; did it matter to Blitz?

[shima-draws]

Work was reeeeeal stressful today and my anxiety’s suuuper high rn lmao. Send some asks?

[tracle0]

I wrote something yesterday!

[kateis-cakeis]

people are really so weird and so fatphobic huh

(and oops most of my commentary is in the tags XD)

[bcdluckstumblcd]

//I'm making my way through my long posts. I should have everything finished and out by Friday. (i got my car taken then got hurt lmaooo so i lowkey had to disappear for a sec but i am here and i wanna do short things/maybe build up some threads so !! hit that heart and i'll write a lil starter or i'll throw Jin in your inbox with a meme you recently retweeted (if you prefer that lemme know with a comment <3

[that-was-anticlimactic]

universe of constant spinning, every end a new beginning

“So, do you have an umbrella? That was like, your thing, right? At Claw?”

Ah—not again! He can’t keep zoning out while talking to people—especially his boss.

But… why was Reigen still here? It was late and he always got to work early. It wasn’t his job to stay and coddle his employees. “I—uh—no,” he stuttered, fingers twisting anxiously. “Mine was, uh, "is” broken, sir.”

‘Broken’ was a mild way to put it. More like it got destroyed.

[or, reigen gives serizawa an umbrella]

☔️2,651 words | serirei☔️

[ashedrose]

dragon glass jewels for @stormbcrn <3

margaery had plenty to be grateful for. to her knowledge, she'd been the only one to escape the sept in time to survive the wild fire. she recalled some audible steps behind her, but she never turned. her fate might have been another had she turned.

the journey had been a long one since then. healing her burns, traveling unnoticed. it felt as if she'd been personally delivered by the gods themselves when she found olenna again. her darling grandmother, who now counseled the dragon queen in a place very far from home. dragonstone was––– darker. humid, cold, bare. margaery couldn't find herself something to do as she did in highgarden with her flowers, dresses, teas. until she found the most beautiful material, that was.

❛ oh, k h a l e e s i ! ❜ she shouted across the hall. ❛ i've been looking all over for you. i was hoping you'd enjoy these. ❜ heels clicked behind her as she approached daenerys, revealing a pair of rose shaped hair broaches detailed with dragonglass throughout. ❛ i know the rose is my house's sigil, but it's the only one i know how to make so far. ❜

[niconebula]

homura akemi ?

I got the same character twice so I am going 2 reply directly to my friend but yes I saw you too anon!

favourite thing about them: her girlboss swagger. noo but seriously shes just such a one of a kind character. she's incredibly intense which I like and she's the star when she shows up, has an incredible amount of depth behind her actions and is taken really seriously as this fully fleshed out person.

least favourite thing about them: even her negative traits are part of the appeal so. hmmm. i'm not as much of a fan of glasses "moemura" that they keep pushing in the game to make her cute and marketable. i dont really care for magireco as a whole though.

favourite line: most famously: "more passionate than hope, and far deeper than despair, love".

brOTP: kyoko and homura. everyone talks about it but it's still so underrated. i think a lot of people forget how much she cares about kyoko. they fundamentally understand each other, the way they're both trying to protect the people they love. both traumatized by their religious upbringings, both experienced death prior to the events of the series, they're both misunderstood and labelled as the enemy but push forward anyways. homura obviously has a lot of respect for kyoko considering she personally reaches out for her help in every timeline including rebellion. love them.

OTP: i wonder what this is! its so classic its so iconic its the blueprint its a shakespearean tragedy they are ying and yang they are literally god and satan it is great. not influenced at all by me watching madoka at the ripe age of 13 and it changing my braincells for the worse.

nOTP: the incredibly cursed spin-off where she marries ... tatsuya... to get closer to madoka. this is real and i do not know who the audience was.

random headcanon: this is interesting because even though madoka is my longest running fixation, I never really "fandomized" it and my interest is mostly kept within the realm of source material - i don't make or think of my own scenarios. that being said, I have dabbled in lots of doujins and the idea of her existing solely on calorie-mates (japanese meal replacement bars) is canon to me

unpopular opinion: trying to think of a truly unpopular opinion is hard but. as a homura / madohomu enjoyer it's like well, just maybe, their relationship is kind of toxic and that it's part of the enjoyment that she or they both are a little krayzee and incredibly dramatic

song i associate with them: "hunger" by florence and the machine :)

favourite picture of them:

certified classic, drew this during art class in grade 9 except also with the top of her head cut off and I think that scared some of my classmates

[rivalfortune5768]

Wallow not, Worry not.

CWs: talking about scars That's it really, doubt and self-comparison if you want a real specific one.

When I looked and listened to those around me, their stories, I saw trophies, triumphs. Moments of light shining out through stained glass scars. Hard fought through mountains of practice, badlands of neglect, a cruel sea of abuse, or caves holding nightmares of trauma.

I looked at my own scars often, they were dull. They were Wrong. They aren't the right shape, or color, and they were inflicted just the same, but I had no reward or success or power or title to show for them. They were simply patchwork on my skin. Rotted folds in my brain. Bandages on my heart.

I thought often about what it must be like to be a different version of myself. One unburdened, or better aided, or perhaps just more fortunate or driven. One who composes the songs I hear in my sleep. One who knows the language of my people, and their culture. One who tells stories, still, even after so many world over know them. So on, so on, et al.

But, here's the thing about those others. They would all love me, as they would all love one-another. Because despite the longing for accolade and prestige and a spot in others' hearts and minds we still hold a place in our own. I am filled with an unending, patient love for myself.

My scars are all wrong, but there is still love to be found in the grooves of them if only someone sets them to a record player. My aches of the heart are heard when I speak them. I still tell stories, long after my close friends have heard them, and more stories do I make by the day, as those same friends could tell you.

I am Us, We are some of You, You, if you can relate, are I.

We love you. We want to love our scars. We love your scars. We think they look pretty, even if the light doesn't shine through them in the color or shape you'd like to see. Even if you can't see the way they shine now, I can, We can, You can.

Nothing will stop us for longing for another world, a kinder one. We don't think we could stop ourself if one was offered to us, nearly no matter the price. But we need not give away anything to get there. It will come with time, and with great effort, and hope, and kindness to each-other. With a grand mosaic of our scars.

Wallow not in your fear, be it founded or paranoid. Worry not for us, for we are forever, and nothing from hardship to hellfire could stop us. Simply do what you can to reach out and care for another at every chance you're able.

You may show them the light their scars cast through you.