#ref: meme answers

[whispercddesires]

Have you ever gotten so invested in a thread? Do you have favourite ships? Have you ever stalked another blog? If so, why?

There have been a select few threads that I have found myself thoroughly invested in and when that happens, I spend a lot of time and energy trying to make sure it is just as enjoyable for the other person.

I have a ton of favourite ships but we will settle with my top three

Eden & Elias (in every verse) - @uncontrolledhavoc

Aubrianna & Jasper - @writermuses

Wren & Lucas - @littlewrensx

I can't deny that I haven't, there are several blogs that I stalk and it's for many reasons. The top reasons are; to maybe improve my writing skills by seeing how they write, scope out their muses/starters (even if I'm too shy to say something/start anything).. and most importantly, because I love them and always like to do a visual check in, to make sure they are still around and well!

[dontlookforme00]

the chonny jash guy with the mask i forgot which one

I'm fucking sick right now and the moment I opened this ask I burst out laughing. Jesus fucking christ o hmy god. Oh my god. Oh my gdo

@star2stop @piereoglyphics

[averaillisa]

7d Nahida and/or 6d Venti and/or 2b Ei and/or 1b Furina and/or 6a Zhongli?

!!! thank u for this anon I rlly loved drawing them!! ^w^

[anemcia]

💞 + Honeydew, I can feel your thirst for violence. Are you a sadist, masochist? Or both?

In the spirit of Sexual Sunday, feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly! - [ACCEPTING]

She didn't know what to think at first, processing the notion of her gaining pleasure from harming someone or writhing in sick satisfaction from being afflicted with pain. She could neither defend nor deny either claim, but the latter fit her far more accurately. It made sense, to have been battered to a point where physical torment was no longer as lethal as it was before.

And to receive punishment from her tormentor, her nightmare, her teacher, and her only companion on a lonely farm? It was what she wanted. She had grown accustomed to the usual suffering, and in many ways, had begun to lust for different kinds he could inflict upon her body.

Whether this change occurred before or after her heart was infused with Plumia's fire stone is not clear. She worries that this feeling may grow worse with time.

[marimelwrites]

🌿🍒 for Radem? 👀

From this Christmas prompt meme here!

With the holidays giving Adem a brief break from hockey, he was happy to be away from the ice for a slight reset. On this occasion, he found himself at a party full of hockey players from various teams, including his brother. Not wanting to be stuck at a party like this without decent company, he had managed to drag Riley along. Somewhere in the chaos of people drinking and letting loose, he had managed to lose Riley. No doubt, Taner had stolen her, not caring the least that she was there to keep Adem company. It there was one person he didn't have to worry about her being around, it was his brother. He knew that she would be in good hands all the same.

When he did find her, standing in a hall all alone, Adem let out a sigh of relief. "Finally, some company that won't require me to talk about hockey." No matter how much Adem loved the sport, he wants a break where he wouldn't have to discuss it. "I was looking for you everywhere, and was beginning to think Taner helped sneak you out of here, or something," he teased while coming to a stop before her.

His eyes caught sight of something hanging above them, only taking a moment to realize that it was mistletoe. The irony of their situation wasn't lost on him. Here he was, under mistletoe, with the woman he had been in love with since they'd been young. When his gaze returned to her, he pointed up slightly. "Mistletoe..."

It was a split second decision, but before he could change his mind and talk himself out of it, his arm shot out, slipping around her to draw her toward him and his lips landed on hers. It wasn't a small peck, even if he'd intended that to start, soon he found himself kissing her gently, slowly, savoring the moment and not wanting this one moment to end, but knowing it had to. He committed everything in those precious seconds to memory.

The moment was gone before he knew it, pulling away slowly to find his gaze landing on her face. "It's tradition, after all, isn't it?" Adem offered her a smile, an attempt at hiding his feelings the best he could. "I could ask you why you're standing under this. Makes me wonder who you were trying to catch." Once again he tried to keep his tone light and teasing. Holding a hand out to her, "Wanna rejoin the party? Or do you wanna slip away and get out of here? Because, in case you're wondering, I'm starving right now for more than little finger foods."

[mechahero]

@outofthiisworld asked- FUSION! —A Lambda & Ophelia fusion if you’re feeling up to it? 👀✨

it's fusion time again y'all

Ah yes. The Plum™️.

A certified menace! Uses she/he pronouns and let me tell you I had the hardest time figuring out a design until this popped onto my dash. Watching the visual for Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land helped a ton too. (Warning for flashing colors/images)

[shiawasekai]

i want to draw so badly but my wrist is still complaining to me hhhhhhhhhh

[oceandiagonale]

Some stray thoughts for next oc Sunday, since playing the new games I've gotten a better idea of how my characters would vibe in paldea, including cream and miraidon being "yeah we fucked up keep scrolling" together, cream only being here because Marnie had to go to transfer school essentially, cream being inappropriately eager to beat up team star ("I know it'll be tough but I need you to help me destroy team st-" "yes absolutely can I start now? When do I get to start") and Marnie having to explain to her new classmates that no they shouldn't panic the strange blocky person is just her partner they're just like that

YEAH SDKFHKSDH

also considering how cream’s world is TECHNICALLY postapocalyptic (we know they fixed it tho) I love that a region that’s not even that far away is still making people go to school like nothing happened

also I have no idea how rare miraidon is or what the setup of sv is but I imagine it’s something like the classic,

[friendshipgun]

😈

💖-specifically, when did you start writing, what kind of things did you write, what inspired you, how has your writing journey looked?

and uh i fuckin forget the emoji but character headcanon(s) for mia winters and/or jesse evilwest (and his twin??)

hope these are fun to answer!

Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

i think maybe you asked this one the last time i reblogged this ask meme but there has also been Fic Progression so i also understand lol. but no, not really. a lot of the time i don't even clock something that might read like that until i get comments about it. i am however mean to Karl and Ethan on purpose and so there is probably splash damage from that lol.

(and i'm gonna have to readmore the rest bc it gets long, apologies) What made you start writing?

i don't know when exactly i started, just that i remember putting little books of "stories" together in elementary school. i wrote what i think technically counts as LOTR fanfic and MLP oc fic lmao. but what i mostly wrote was original fiction. a cousin i was close to as a kid was also big into writing and we ended up attending a summer camp for the arts together in middle school, so i was writing mostly poetry there, but prose too. i also started writing fic with another friend in middle/high school (stuff like pokemon crack fic lmao), but i was still mostly writing original fiction. in high school in particular i got BIG into writing poetry (idk if anyone else knows about allpoetry.com but i sure was spending a heck of a lot of time there), was editor of the high school literary magazine, etc etc. basically i was never not writing. i was also posting way more fic in high school, writing primarily angst at that point and largely for Final Fantasy.

then i went to college and stopped writing for a few years barring academic papers. started taking writing seminars the last few semesters i was there which got me writing again. again mostly original fiction. a lot of supernatural stuff, not really poetry anymore though, which is kind of a shame bc of how much i had liked it. started writing fic again too, a lot of Naruto stuff that i never posted anywhere. then my dad of all people got me into Supernatural and i wrote a bunch of fic for that that i also never posted anywhere. then i went to grad school and the "not writing anything except academic papers" thing started up again rip. really didn't pick it up again as a regular practice until after my dad died a few years back. wrote a bunch of stuff about grief that was uhhhhhhhhh pretty clearly me trying to process shit.

and then it was covid and i lost my job and i was watching playthroughs of re7 and re8 almost concurrently going "but what if you put Heisenberg in the swamp WHAT THEN." as for what inspires me, i guess just about everything? like the number of stories i wrote set in Japan after i'd studied abroad there...is a lot. and with fic it's just like "i just think it would be neat if character i like was in a Situation." when i was writing poetry a lot of it was teenage angst bc i was in high school but i'd also write about cities or people or fantasy epics. anyway this is already really long but yeah basically if i think about it for long enough that it becomes "I Just Think They're Neat" territory i'll want to write something about it.

Mia Winters Headcanon:

she doesn't trust easily and has for a long time kept things about herself secret, or lied outright, as a way to protect herself. she'd been doing this long before she met Ethan and then after...it was habit. and it was easy to keep things about her work secret because it did feel like she was protecting him. and it wasn't like it was going to be forever, she was planning on getting out. she was working on it. she hadn't even thought of something like that--a normal life--until she'd met Ethan, and then it had seemed like...like something attainable. there wouldn't be the need for secrets then, when it was just the two of them. (or so she told herself: it's like pulling off her skin, being that exposed, having nothing between herself and someone else. being seen. completely seen.) anyway this got away from me a bit lmao. but basically i like to try to reconcile her going back to lying post-re7 as a defensive move to protect herself, especially when the BSAA knows everything about her past. i don't think she was intentionally trying to hurt Ethan or anything, just that after Dulvey she'd feel ever more the need to have those secrets as a buffer, combined with a deep, deep fear that Ethan would hate her if he knew. (this is how i am personally smoothing down Mr. Capcom's writing decisions.) Jesse Evil West Headcanon: he has had a crush on Edgar since he was a kid and is outright tormented by it. i imagine him taking issue with how his dad treated Edgar. or feeling jealous of Edgar's loyalty to his dad. just let's give Jesse more issues regarding his dad lmao. the little joke he makes in the game about Edgar kissing him is a ""joke"" but like he is internally yelling UNLESS?????? as vehemently as he can.

thinking also about post-game events, how Bloom was joking around with Edgar and Jesse can absolutely get jealous about that too, like just he's a mess and i don't know if it's better (worse) if he has actually confessed to Edgar and was shot down or has just never confessed to Edgar for fear of getting shot down.

and if you want to bring in Jesse's twin (who is also named Jessie i guess we can just give him an extra vowel) i think it's very funny if both of them alternately fight over and tag team Edgar. co-op, as it were.

[2bu]

film q: God of Gamblers (1989), Infernal Affairs (2002), Romancing in Thin Air (2012) :3c!

never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite| masterpiece

this applies for all of them, sorry for the late reply! I am adding these all to my watchlist!!!

ask me about a film

[gible-love-nibles-archive]

👁 and 👞 !! for the scavenger huhnt

Did a random roll and got XR for eyes and Herlock for shoes!

XR's eyes look like Lego pieces stuck to the sides of his head. /hj THAT BEING SAID, they can act as flashlights and are very expressive! They can squash and stretch like cartoon eyes and the lights will even turn off to mimic closed eyes! They’re a big part of his charm, I think; windows to the soul and all that.

Meanwhile, Herlock looks to be wearing some nice dress shoes! It's hard to see. Any Ace Attorney character from the waist down besides in their official art.

[rathockey]

YESSSS YESSS THANK YOU IM FOREVER GRATEFUL MWAH

[nobully]

[ hand kiss ]! (he's trying to annoy u, don't fall for it)

the  intimacy  of  hands. | [ hand kiss ] – for the sender’s muse to kiss the back of the receiver’s hand.

' This isn't what it looks like, ' Wang Yi begins.

"Oh?" Xerxes Break is sitting back in his chair, covering his grin with his sleeve while he crosses his legs. "Then tell me, what does it look like to you?"

Wang Yi turns his face towards the wind, eyes closed as the breeze ruffles dramatically through his wig at a sympathetic angle.

' ...a field test. '

Too bad Break can't see for shit.

***

' Why were you staring at me anyways? ' Wang Yi asks later, hands cupping a delicate glass of tea as he tries to stay calm. Between the fresh greens of Opalarian Market Town and the picturesque channels babbling around their feet, it's almost easy to miss how his dress rustles beneath the table. ' I mean, how did you even know it was me? '

"Intuition, maybe?" Break tries back, poking about the saucer of sugar cubes until he gets one with his toothpick and placing it between his teeth. Most likely, he'd been looking off in a random direction while listening to his surroundings and Wang Yi had misinterpreted the gaze. The fact that he thought he'd done something worthwhile of getting caught was interesting, however. "You're wearing an awful lot of layers."

' Well yeah...it'd be pretty obvious otherwise, don't you think? '

"And heels," Break probes next, because he remembers them clattering as Wang Yi ran towards him fifteen minutes earlier. "It can't be easy walking in them on these roads."

' I figure if I can master this, a ballroom floor will be nothing,' Wang Yi taps the ground in annoyance. ' The worse part is the wig, though—like, it gets itchy after a while and I never know what to do with all the hair—but I need it to pull off the look, you know? '

The sugar cube melts pleasantly on his tongue as Break plays with it in his mouth. He rests his elbows on the edge of the table next, leaning forward in a show of confidence as he tilts his head in a smile. "Why are you telling me all this?"

There's a pause where Break's sure he can feel the heat from Wang Yi's eyes burning through him, and then comes the irritated sigh and a drink of tea—swish, gulp, clink.

' Because you've already seen too much. It's no use hid—hey, will you stop laughing at me?! '

"Kekeke, you're a stupid man!"

"Emily, behave," Break reins in his chortles, pats the doll on his shoulder, and focuses in Wang Yi's general direction. "I won't tell, if that's what you're worried about." Another grin. "I'm very good at keeping my secrets."

A twinkle of self-satisfaction spreads through his body like stardust at the claim—ah yes, the sugar high is kicking in again.

' Yeah, I bet you keep yours well enough, ' Wang Yi was saying with a voice full of doubt. ' We're talking about mine right now, though. How many bags of candy this time? '

Oh, more bribes? He doesn't expect Wang Yi to be so generous, but arches his eyebrows to ask, "To keep my lips sealed?"

' To make my secret yours, ' Wang Yi corrects, ' and they'll be big bags, but sugar-free so you don't get a heart attack. I don't want you pulling an actual "I'll take this to my grave" stunt. '

Sugar-free? "That doesn't sound like very good candy."

' Trust me, you'll still enjoy them. And this way you can eat more...probably? '

"You should start with that argument next time," Break points out. "Two bags as usual—and if you agree, give me your hand."

‘ Okay? ’ Unsuspecting as usual, Wang Yi does as he’s told. Break catches the sound of more fabric, silk upon something like velvet, and accurately pinpoints the movements of Wang Yi’s arm to grasp him around the wrist.

Ah. Lace gloves. He’s surprised but also pleased as the image of Wang Yi solidifies beyond a hazy suggestion in his mind: long hair, full skirts, high heels, and now this. Truly an arresting combination on a man, though the fact that no strange whispers have come their way may mean Wang Yi is either too plain to attract attention or too fitting in his female getup to raise any waves.

In any case, Break adjusts his grip, raises the hand to his face, and gives it a theatrical kiss on the back of its palm.

Ignoring Wang Yi’s sudden, inarticulate sputters, he proclaims with utmost dignity, “I promise, milady, that your secret will be safe with me.”

He’s even more pleased when Wang Yi immediately insists on covering the tab for their tea before beating a hasty, embarrassed retreat. It's telling how the man always tends to overcompensate when it came to making amends…though that’s not what concerns Break now. He “looks” down at the empty table before sighing in disappointment.

“If I had known he'd be paying, I would have ordered some cake…”

[marimelwrites]

💃 for riley and adem! <3

From this That's Amore meme here!

Valentine's Day. A day Adem couldn't stand, although, admittedly it was because he found himself in a cycle of loving one person forever and not being able to be with her. The fact that she had agreed to hang out with him on this day seemed suspicious to him. Surely, her boyfriend should want to spend time with her on Valentine's Day? But he wasn't going to argue. Instead, he was going to take full advantage of having her for any time at all on this day. Selfishly, he prayed that these small moments would convince her to change her mind and maybe see her slowly falling in love with him, but luck had never been on his side when it came to that.

He had dragged her along with him to a party with fellow hockey players, friends, and their significant others... if they had them. Adem didn't want to show up alone, only to hear the incessant ragging he would inevitably get from the guys when he showed up along... again. Despite all his worries, everyone was having a good time, himself included, when he pulled Riley in the middle of all the people who were dancing. The song had been upbeat, lively, the mood high before it ended and the song transitioned to a slow one.

There was a small part of Adem that considered letting her walk off to stand on the side and watch the couples dance together. However, the selfish side of him couldn't let it stand. Instead, he smoothly wrapped an arm around her, pulling Riley into his body before swaying with her to the song that played. It didn't matter what the song was, he couldn't care less, but what he did notice was every last detail of her. He caught the familiar scent of her, the warmth of her body pressed against his, the familiarity of how she fit against him and how it always seemed to feel right. He turned his face into her hair ever so slightly, breathing in slowly as he tried to remember this small moment in time. He might not be able to say Riley was his, but right now he was able to forget all of those things and enjoy this time where it almost felt like she was.

Adem felt no need to talk, he didn't want to ruin the moment, but he silently thanked whatever power above had allowed him to steal her away for this. Despite there being other pairs around him enjoying a dance with one another, Adem didn't even notice them. It was hard to notice anything else that wasn't simply... her. The words he wanted to say were right on the tip of his tongue, but he held them in, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable. Still, as they swayed together, holding her just that little bit tighter, he thought to himself... I love you.

[schwarzwaldcr]

[ sing ] bcuz it's the universal language n carlos can hold a note

Softness || Accepting

It's a little thing at first. A couple of notes. Tentative, as though maybe nervous. Something she ignores for the most part. She's heard stalkers sing and hum to themselves before, has learned to tune such things out since it does not concern her or her task at hand, which is watching as Bear tests a native anomaly with his friend.

Over and over again, in normal cases it would be considered the definition of 'insanity', doing the same thing and expecting different results. But this is not normal, and Zones are known for changing results. It's something good stalkers learn to expect early on. Or rather, they expect not to expect something. Expect the unexpected, and sometimes, the unexpected happens from a different perspective. Which is why the two older stalkers are down in the bowl, up close and personal with the thing, and the little wolf cub is perched on the rim, looking at the entire field the thing spans, watching for anything that changes drastically enough to warrant attention.

With the other one.

She's been calling him 'Fluffy' for a little over a week now, usually with some sort of derisiveness, she's certain much to his chagrin. Although he does a very good job at hiding any true disappointment from her, if he feels any. For the most part, outside of his obvious skill against the native mutants and human villains alike, she finds his presence bordering on 'annoyance'. Though maybe that's just because she simply isn't used to keeping such company. She is more used to silence and smaller groups. Vigilant eyes and sharp ears, steady feet and sturdy hands.

Maybe she'll be used to this different existence. Or maybe she won't, she thinks as she hears the notes again. There's more to it this time, and it only picks up steam as he continues on. She's almost ready to look at him, abandon her post to tell him to hush, but she stops.

Thinks, processes.

The first few notes were nothing, but there's a small semblance of familiarity in the ones further along, which he now sings with some vigor. She doesn't recognize the lyrics, mostly because she doesn't speak the language he uses, and she admits only to herself that at least his singing voice is somewhat pleasant. Certainly not the grating nails on a chalkboard she would have expected from a rebel. But she does recognize a string of notes somewhere in the middle. Or at least, it's a close enough variation to strike her memory of music.

Folksongs sung among those she normally finds company with, a lullaby hummed under the breath of mothers and the mysterious Omas...

She finds herself waiting a moment for the verse line she hears this string in to match up. Over the sound of his voice, she interjects her own chorus line, something she remembers attached to the tune:

Woe, woe O my heavy heart I will forever from my true love part His wild rose will never again bloom...

She doesn't stop watching the events unfold below her, but now it's hard for her to stop. Such a beloved song among her own peoples, to her it would be a shame to simply end it so prematurely. While she ceases the lyrics, the tune still remains on her voice as she hums it along to completion.

@ubcs

[anonymouscheeses]

What they both saw when they were inches away from str8 gay up kissing eachother 😭

Im so funny guys. Right. Im so hilarious. You may laugh now. You may laugh... you may.. ☹️

Original below (meme and image i took ref from-ish) vvv

These two are so gay. And i lovr them. RAAAAHHH

But srsly, MALIA DID U JS LOOK AT HER LIPS CZ IT WAS AN AKWARD SCENE OR WERE U TAKING ONE FOR THE GLASSHEART/REDCHARMING TEAM?? I NEED ANSWERS NYOWWW!!