#so I fast tracked it on account of the prompts

[clarkthetimed]

They screwed you. Screwed all of you. You were never even on the list.

2 days late with it but here’s my little thing for lem/mina/sidereal lottery day for citizen sleeper january!

[melancholicstation]

YOU TASTE LIKE THE FOURTH OF JULY! - jack schlossberg raya one-shot date.

summary: you join raya as a half-joke but what you find on there—or should you say who you find on there is anything but a laughing matter: none other than jack schlossberg himself.

warnings: drinking, light petting and kisses, innocent touches, yearning desperate man alert...

words: 1,778

Currently, it was an unassuming 4:30pm in the city that never sleeps and what were you doing with your precious time this afternoon? writing emails you'd been procrastinating? calling your grandma who you haven't spoken to in weeks? no, of course not. You were doom-scrolling TikTok for the past few hours.

However the doom-scroll wasn't for nothing, through it you'd identified a common thread running throughout your algorithm: videos upon videos of various young woman who'd taken a break from shilling their amazon shop links to share niche internet personalities—and on the rare occasion actual b-tier celebrity men dating profiles through shaky screen-caps on a dating app called 'Raya'.

According to Google.com 'Raya' was "a private, membership based community for people all over the world to connect and collaborate." Private membership you thought, how overly and unbelievably pretentious. However, and if anyone asked you would deny, you weren't completely turned off by a tinge of pomp and circumstance, in small batches at least.

The first couple videos you scrolled mindlessly, fast forwarding through the video to see if any of your favourite a24 actors had been making the rounds on the dating app: no takers yet.

That was until you saw him. At around the 24 second mark of the video you saw the dating profile of the only grandson of JFK, and the full-time internet heartthrob littering the pages of teenage girls Pinterest accounts—Jack Schlossberg. Now that stopped you in your tracks.

Not many men could get you to perform such a silly act as to pay $24.99 a month for a fucking dating app but alas here you were punching in the details of your black card and hitting purchase. You rationalised this undeniably delusional act by telling yourself that you'd see what all the fuss was about for a month and promptly revoke your subscription once the month was over. Currently, the date was the 1st of September, perfect. By 30th you'd definitely be bored by the app, as you were with all the other apps you've tried before, and it would be forgotten about as a frivolous but harmless expense of $24.99.

After setting up your profile you'd chosen a mix of photos: one sporty photo you'd taken at Wimbledon which does completely misrepresent your true nature of detesting all things involved in tennis—bar the outfits, a photo of you on your ex-boyfriend's motorcycle but potential swipers on your profile didn't need to know that specific detail, and a couple photos of you at a gala you attended as a plus one with a greek prince. Snobby, but as they say if the shoe fits walk in it.

Now sure, was it a carbon copy of your bumble profile... Yes but was that a crime? The prompts were as stupid as the membership price tag so you treated them as such.

Like a prompt that read "I disagree when people say that I'm..."

To which you replied, "the problem."

And another prompt that read "Favourite self-care ritual"

To which you replied, "praying on my cousins downfall"

Snarky replies that most definitely did not come off the best to possible dating prospects but hey you didn't quite care—mostly because you weren't thinking that you'd be earnestly engaging in a real romantic sense with anyone you'd find. You were simply doing this for scientific research purpose, and maybe to make fun of mens profiles over two or three dirty martini's at Harry Cipriani with a few of your girlfriends.

After completing your profile and after swiping through a few profiles recommended to you—and finding no luck with any of the men you saw so far you'd effectively abandoned the app for a couple of hours. That was until it so rudely interrupted your evening with a notification.

You'd went on with your day with relative peace and managed to intercept your part-time career of couch-rotting watching the first season of girls on HBO to go down to your local grocer on Canal St. Opting to get yourself an iced expresso latte with raw stevia and pumpkin milk, with a with a slice of buckwheat cake as an impromptu choice-anxiety driven decision.

Fumbling inside your bag for the keys to your apartment your phone starts to buzz, not an abnormal appearances as your mother has a penchant for incessant checkups now that you're living on your own for the first time, but it doesn't end with 1 or 2 buzzers. It keeps going for around 4 buzzers. Frustrated, you finally get into your apartment shuffling off your jacket and setting aside the fresh coffee, and baked good and angrily swipe up on your phone ready to be annoyed at whatever notification you find.

But instead you're absolutely and irrevocably gobsmacked at what you find:

"You've matched with Jack Schlossberg, 31. Click here to start a conversation"

You click on the notification, and are surprised to see a message has already been sent...

"We already have something in common! I too love plotting the downfall of my cousin as well and think i'm never the problem."

"2 for 2 is a good start" you reply back trying to maintain a normal level of interest mixed with a cool detachment needed to move through dating app conversations.

"We could find a couple more similarities over drinks tonight, if you're free?"

Very forward of him which you definitely didn't expect coming from a man with the internet persona he'd created over the last year. Admittedly you hadn't followed him or shown much interest past nodding emphatically when shown a post of him being hailed as the "internet's baby girl" by one of your girlfriends, but something about his assertiveness endeared him to you.

And before you knew it you were accepting his invitation of drinks at Socialista at 7pm.

Fast forward a couple hours, and you were fixing your lipstick in the back of the Uber before it unceremoniously dropped you off outside the cocktail lounge: the exterior of the bar painted an unassuming shade of charcoal paint.

Pushing open the door to the lounge you're met with the sweet yet severely overrated aromas of baccarat rouge 540 and santal 33. Dressed in a simple skirt and top set with a pair of strappy sandals in black you scan the refined interior of the lounge: green walls, crushed red velvet furnishings, and aged brass fixtures as far as the eye can see, but no sight of Jack yet. You find a two seater booth and sit down calling over a waiter, dressed so elegantly you might just assume it's Thom Browne and considering that its Socialista it very might well be.

You decide on a bourbon old fashioned and as you take your first sip your eyes fixate on the man entering the lounge. And it's none other than Jack himself wearing a long sleeve sable button-up, black slacks, and a nylon sneaker with wool socks.

The first couple of minutes were the typical awkward dance of a first date but after just a short 30 minutes you guys started to get hit a stride and happen to have very good chemistry—defying the common and frequent horror stories experienced on first dates. You guys bond over difficult familial relationship, though you can't imagine having it all play out on the public stage.

As the hour progresses from 7pm to 8 and from 8 to 9 you get cosier and cosier, and by 9:21 your knees rest on each others while you intently listen to his ramblings on why he much prefers cocktail lounges to restaurants,

"-And you end up having to wait for some guy-and then tell him what you want to eat. I mean it's a draconian concept!"

He says it with such magnetism and charisma that you'd think he was talking about something evoking passion, and not the flawed system of the restaurant industry, but you gather that's what draws him to people—that's what, against your better judgement, draws him to you.

You stay for another hour, but you both get up to leave at the chagrin of the staff who looked increasingly more agitated as the minutes ticked by, grateful that you guys took the hint to leave the lounge. Once you do, you both step out on the street.

The end of the date was, by far, the most awkward part of the date for you, it has always been this dance around skirting around a conversation in which you try to assert if the other wants to continue the night, or never wants to see you again in their life.

I couldn't really tell which side Jack was sitting on, despite our conversations and all around great date. However that was made clear to me seconds later

"Tell me if I'm a weirdo and I'll drop it immediately—you'll never have to see me again, but is it okay if I kiss you?"

Despite the touches on the arm and the innocent, light knee rubbing that occurred during the date you found yourself taken back at the earnest desire he presented to you in just that sentence alone. To his comment you emphatically nod with an embarrassingly enthusiastic "Yes", feeling the culmination of the tension and since desire that had steeped and brewed over the course of the night.

The kiss was, as cheesy, 90s erotica as it may sound, was electric and all-consuming. You swore you got so in the moment that you had to remind yourself to take breaths in between—and by the sound of Jack's breathing he might've had to as well.

You both stop after a while, suddenly aware of the possible bystanders who could be looking on, but you both maintain sharp eye contact with each other. Similarly, he continues to hold your forearm—lightly stroking it between his fingers with a quiet intimacy you hadn't quite ever experienced with a man you've known for less than 12 hours.

Without your knowledge you let out a small yawn, to which Jack loudly chuckles under his breath,

"I really bore you out that bad, huh?"

Embarrassed you bow your head, focusing on the graffitied pavement,

"Not at all—I just have a raging caffeine addiction and it's about the time i'd normally have a fix"

"Well not to sound presumptuous-"

"You definitely will, but I'm liking you so i'll allow you to go on anyway."

"I do have a pretty great coffee machine in my apartment if I do say so myself?" To which he proposes the undercover invitation as more of a question and less of a demand which you subtly appreciate.

"Lead the way"

taglist: @carly-rae-jean @h-l-vlovesvintage @inocennture @monturi @hisamericanmuse @passhun4w-blog @vile-harlot @bluelancergirl @jackiesgirl @fortheloveofjos @itgirlvirgo @starsprangledgirl @malkavared @remotewatch @salvatoresablondie @kimcrystal123 @vampyiricris @scaredlamb @dulcegal @strryhaze @chiliscrazylife @joansiesbeloved @beloved-angel

note: for this universe forget raya has a waiting list… i forgot that while writing this

[lightningmcqueen-waferbox]

For all the people upset and angry about the Stroll and Ricciardo (and Piastri) incident, that is completely understandable, your favourites race was ruined by another driver and you feel frustrated. However this does not give you leave to hate Stroll for what is by all accounts a racing incident and was almost completely unavoidable given the circumstances. The incident you see is not occurring due to malicious intent or a lack of skill or concentration, it is simply an unfortunate consequence of compounding factors that could not be escaped.

My reasons for saying this, and a couple of things I think people should note are below the break.

First, when watching the replay one thing is immediately obvious, because of the speed at which the collision occurred, you can make a pretty good estimate of when contact first initiated. From there you can then tell that prior to contact, the nose of Ricciardo was already underneath piastri. This lokely means that contact had already occurred, if not significant, and may have still proceeded further without any outside influence (which could have meant damage to Piastri was inevitable, or at least Riccardo's front wing). As such, it is unfair to say that Stroll caused that particular collision completely (there is definite contribution but not entirely on him, Riccardo is just as at fault in this instance).

Second, there was genuinely no where else for him to go. If he goes to the outside to avoid a collision, he's onto the curb and grass, potentially causing a loss of control and a collision anyway. If he goes to the inside of the track, there is potential then gor a lock up in which case he goes straight on and t-bones another driver, thus another collision.

Now on to the cause of the rear ending, it takes a bit more than looking at just the two cars (03 & 18) to determine what the cause may have been. As an example, a popular take I've seen so far includes people saying "it was at a hairpin, he should have known cars are going slow and slowed down accordingly". This doesn't necessarily make sense. If this happened at the first lap of the safety car, then the idea has merit. However, this happened at the end of the safety car period, with no incident occuring earlier thus implying that such an incident is isolated and may have a bit more to it than what it appears to be.

Also note that these cars DO NOT have break lights, thus comparing it to a road car doesn't work either.

For what actually occurred, it's a bit if a chain reaction unfortunately resulting in a collision at the end. First, Perez is further ahead of Sainz than what Sainz is comfortable with going into a restart, so Sainz accelerates to close it. This then prompts Alonso to follow suit, then Russell, then Piastri, Ricciardo, and Stroll when the widening gap is noticed. However, because humans can only react so fast, the marginal difference between the car ahead accelerating to the following car accelerating compounds gradually, and for drivers this may only be 0.2 of a second, but over 5 drivers that is almost a full second delay.

As Sainz approaches the corner, he breaks, which then prompts Alonso to break, however he may have been going slightly faster than the tires could handle so as not to get dropped upon the restart, and therefore locks up.

As such, Russell must break as quickly as possible to avoid Alonso, who has momentarily lost control. Because he is trying to avoid a collision with Alonso ahead, he may also break a bit heavier than he usually would into this corner.

This then pushes Piastri to hit the brakes, again harder than usual, to avoid Russell, who's is attempting to avoid Alonso.

Now we get to Ricciardo. Because of the compounding reaction times of the drivers ahead and himself, it is possible that Ricciardo was starting to accelerate as Alonso started locking up, thus giving him a much smaller window to effectively brake to avoid Piastri (as noted above, he did not entirely avoid this outcome prior to contact with Stroll).

Here is where that compounding reaction time effect really comes into play. Lance Stroll is fifth in the line behind Sainz. If all drivers are given a reaction time of 0.2, then his reaction to Sainz accelerating is 1 second, 0.8 to Alonso. Given a one second difference between Sainz accelerating and braking, then by the time Stroll starts to accelerate, Sainz is starting to brake. Another reminded here that the driver has a very limited view of what is happening ahead, so for Stroll he can see Ricciardo and Sainz, and that's about it. If he is watching the driver furthest ahead (Sainz), who is braking relatively normally, then there is jo reason to assume that the other drivers are not, especially as he cannot see them, therefore doesn't know Alonso has locked up and that Russell and Piastri are braking more than usual into this corner.

Quick reminder here that the compounding reaction times of the drivers meant that Ricciardo was late on the brakes and was likely going to rear end Piastri regardless of Stroll behind (and was infact underneath Piadtri at the time of contact anyway). As such, by the time Stroll has started accelerating, others are already heavy on the brakes, which means that regardless of how hard the brakes are hit there is not enough time for him to decelerate to a speed which may have prevented a crash with Ricciardo.

Seen below is a very quickly (and badly) drawn diagram of what I am talking about. The car at the front starts to accelerate, so all the cars accelerate. By the time the car at the back starts accelerating, the cars at the front are starting to brake. By the time the cars at the back have started reaching speed the cars infront of them are rapidly decelerating, leaving little time for the cars at the back to also decelerate. As such the cars at the back end up too close and hit the rear of the car infront. The further back in the line you are, the worse the effect.

Could it have been possible for the to have been less damage? Yes, however only if it were at a different spot on the track where more visibility is afforded for the cars behind. It is important to remember that as far as Stroll can possibly be aware everyone ahead of him is going into this corner as expected and going to be braking accordingly. As such he does not have time to fully slow down with the limited space afforded by all cars ahead, given they are slowing much faster than usual. Given the part of the track these cars where on and the circumstances leading up to the collision however, means that I don not think there is anyway this could have been avoided, especially given how close they all were to each other.

Do I think the penalty was deserved? Maybe. On one hand Stroll did end Riccardo's race, and potentially cause further damage to Piastri. On the other, the incident was completely unavoidable and should be considered as such. A racing incident and nothing more.

Whether or not you disagree with me does not matter, and you are entitled your beliefs and opinions. However what you cannot do is spread unnecessary hate for a driver in a sport where these things happen. Yes you are allowed to be upset and angry about what has happened, but I guarantee that every single driver on the grid has made a stupid mistake that has ruined another's race at some point. This is why penalties exist, to punish people that have done something to detract from the performance of another driver or team in an unfair and detrimental way whether big or small. It does not give you leave to call for a driver to lose their seat and super licence for one incident, and spew vitriol in a space where the driver you are targeting is almost guaranteed not to see it. You are preaching to the masses, and making anyone that may be a fan of Stroll unwelcome and uncomfortable in almost all spaces.

[joaniejustwokeup]

Decided to make this prompt it’s own post- originally based off @noir-renard’s tags on this photo post:

I had an idea for where it could go…

Jason uses Bruce’s account to bid on the car.

Danny uses Vlad’s account to bid on it.

They drive up the price ridiculously high.

Danny wants the car to go on a summer road trip/ college tour with Sam and Tucker.

Jason wants to use it to pick up his brothers from work and school to embarrass them. He’s sure he can convince Alfred to let him be the designated chauffeur for a bit.

Danny just barely places the winning bid in time.

When he gets the car he tricks it out with a bunch of anti-theft and especially anti-ghost security measures. No way he’s letting Johnny or Technus or some other random ghost steal it from him, this car is his. He also adds special storage for ectoplasm and ecto-dejecto, since they’ll be on the road for a bit, but also in case there’s an emergency and they need to get out of town fast. And then they’re off on their summer adventure!

They stop in Gotham to check out Gotham University, and because Sam love the aesthetic and Tucker loves Wayne Tech, leaving their car in a lot frequented by tourists.

While he’s out on patrol Jason suddenly sees THE FUCKING CAR!!! Holy shit it must be destiny. Fuck it, Red Hood is stealing a car today because dammit this was supposed to be his janky-ass dead guy car. He’s gonna reclaim his undead honor and this shitty car if it’s the last thing he does. Only one problem. The car immediately zaps him, knocks him out, and soups him with the automatic thermos the second he touches it (what’s this? A halfa Jason Todd au??? Oh dear!).

Danny, Sam, and Tucker return none the wiser, having had a great day touring the city and the university’s campus. But soon they’re back on the road, having a couple more weeks of travel and touring campuses planned. They finally return to Amity Park, and it’s only then that Danny realizes the car had captured some random ghost while they were on the road. At least it looked like the car had fed them from the ectoplasm storage while they travelled, so they should be healed of any souping-related injuries.

Danny decides to release them in his royal keep in the Infinite Realms (AND a ghost king Danny au? wow who would’ve thought), so that he can have Wulf on hand to portal the ghost back to their haunt if they mean no harm, or contain them in the Ghost Zone if they turn out to be violent.

Jason is spewed out of that freaky thermos into a throne room of black marble, surrounded by glowing, translucent beings. Everything has a Lazarus-green glow, and something deep in his chest seems to be humming in recognition, like a tuning fork resonating with an entire orchestra (is that how tuning forks work? Jason doesn’t fucking know).

Above him floats a teenager in a black and white jumpsuit accented with pieces of medieval armor and a cloak lined with swirling stars and nebulae. Atop his snow white hair sits an obsidian crown bathed in green flames, the same bright Lazarus green as the boy’s eyes. He’s holding the thermos almost sheepishly, looking at Jason in shocked amazement.

“Holy fucking shit- I SOUPED RED HOOD??? RED HOOD’S A GHOST?!?!?”

Meanwhile, the Batfamily has been frantically looking for Red Hood for weeks now. No one knows where he’s gone- his tracker showed him traveling from state to state seemingly at random, before stopping and disappearing entirely. His last tracked location was in a small midwestern town called Amity Park.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling someone that roleplays are a two-way street and refusing to re-engage with them?

Occasionally, if I'm in the mood to write but I don't really know what, I'll browse ship tags on Omegle. Its become synonymous for roleplays, and I've found its (typically) pretty fun.

As with every social thing, there's the odd... Less than pleasant experience. Last night was one such experience. I connected to someone on a ship tag, they sent a prompt, and it was actually a pretty interesting one, so I responded.

It was an AU prompt, but I generally kept my characterisation as close to the character's canon as I could, while still matching it to roughly what someone's personality in that profession and location would be.

(E.g; if the character was a proper old-country style cowboy, or a socially awkward secretary, ect.)

It became very clear, very fast, that the other person had very, very specific ideas about the roleplay, what happens, what my character was supposed to say/do, ect. To the point where (as I later told them) they should've just written fanfic so they had complete control.

Near enough every time I responded, they'd "correct" it or argue against it both in character and in brackets as themselves. For example if I noted something about the background or story of my character, theirs would immediately say "no that's not what happened" or they'd say [hey actually can you change that, it doesn't fit/I don't like it/its not what I envisioned].

After about fifteen minutes of this I got incredibly vexed and decided I was done. I don't mind a roleplay having certain goals/main points/guidelines, but they were literally trying to control every tiny aspect of what I did. So I sent them this:

[I'm sorry, the RP sounded interesting in the prompt you sent, but its rapidly becoming clear you don't actually want a roleplay, you want to be the sole one dictating everything that happens. Honestly I think its best you turn this idea into a fanfic and not a roleplay. It kills off any enjoyment of the roleplay when I have you contradicting every tiny detail I include or dictating what I'm allowed to do or say. I'm not going to sit there waiting for you to approve of everything I intend to say. Thank you for your time, but good night.]

I disconnected, and decided I'd spend another fifteen minutes browsing the tag before I did something else. Well apparently, the other person decided they were going to spend fifteen minutes stalking the tag trying to find me again, spamming every connection with messages ranging from extreme insults and threats to demands I 'speak up again, bitch, I wanna talk' and so forth. After connecting to them for the tenth time, I sent:

[I'm not going to re-engage with you. I said what I did, and frankly, it was a valid statement. If you can't handle the fact that roleplaying means a 50/50 creative allowance with someone else, and that you can't micro-manage or bulldoze every single detail, then you shouldn't roleplay. Frankly, knowing how vile you can be from simple criticism, I'm glad I disconnected. Take a breather and re-evaluate yourself. I'd be embarrassed.]

Well. This morning I logged onto Tumblr and after some browsing, I actually came across them again. Here. By means of a post where they included screenshots of everything and are even going so far as threatening to stalk Tumblr and AO3 to 'match up the writing' so they can find me and presumably say their piece or whatever.

I talked to a friend about it, and surprisingly, they think I'm an asshole. Not for what I said in the first place, but for not re-approaching the other person (through DMs) so they'll stop filling the ship's tag with negative stuff. (They've made 3 posts about it all so far.)

I don't want to do that because it means opening up my private social media to this obviously unhinged individual. I know I can expect to be spammed, sent hate mail, have them try to track down my other socials, ect. I could make an alt account for it, but honestly that's effort I don't see the point in making. If they can't let this go, its not my problem.

AITA? Should I make an alt account just to let them get it out of their system? I don't know how to proceed with this.

What are these acronyms?

[bubble-love]

My 75 Hard Challenge ✨

I decided that I’m going to challenge myself to do the 75 hard challenge (because I need some structure in my life). I’m hopefully going to track my progress here to keep myself accountable.

I’m going to adjust the rules slightly to fit with my lifestyle and the specific things I want to work on, but the challenge splits itself up into five categories:

1. Diet

2. Physical health

3. Water

4. Reading

5. Progress tracking

Here’s how I’m going to implement these prompts into my challenge:

1. Stop eating after five.

I’ve heard that intermittent fasting can help with sleep and digestion, so I’m going to try it for this challenge to see if anything changes.

2. Work out/walk every day

This is something I technically already do, but I might try to go out and work out at the gym at least once a week to spice things up a bit and get out of the house.

3. Drink at least 20oz of water a day.

I do not drink enough water (so little that it’s kind of a problem) so I’m making it a priority for the next 75 days.

4. Read every day

I’m going to read every day by getting into my Bible every morning and starting my day with God’s word, as well as listening to an audiobook whenever I go on a walk instead of listening to music (I want to add to my finished book list so bad).

5. Progress tracking

I’m going to track my progress in my personal journal and then try to update on here once a week.

💕💕💕💕

This feels like it’s going to be really hard, but isn’t that the point?? I hope I can keep myself accountable and see some changes in my life. Wish me luck!

[blossomajesty-archive]

What to do what to do

Tldr; before I become consumed by the Monhun brainworms again come Wilds I want to move operations to a proper sideblog because:

1) tumblr never implemented account switching and it’s mad annoying to log in and out

2) I'm not allowed to make my real account an admin of this blog and operate that way bc this is a “main” blog. Lame.

Otherwise, just tossing up the question of if I should delete this blog (bc I dislike having an unused account) or keep it up as some sort of archive, since I know people hate when somewhat popular blogs go deactivated. Original post got long so under the cut it goes;

It's been awhile as you can see, but tbh I haven't been "present" much on social media in general. I closed out my last semester of college (yay) so it's been rough for the better part of the past year as I went through the torture gauntlet that is exams and graduation, and another internship. Anyhow this blog is 5 years old woagh, but I haven't actually posted anything related to the story or characters introduced here in like, 3 years.

For this blog in particular, a decently-sized conundrum is that it's not a true sideblog but a separate account, and since Tunglr never made it easy to switch between accounts, its really annoying to log in and out so much (the rest of my blogs are attached to my main account now). Aside that, i've had enough of Wilds' marketing (i'm already sold and don't need to see more tbh) so I haven't been engaging a ton with monhun news and posts recently. In the meantime I was thinking of just making a MH sideblog of the same name for its original purpose of a place to spill my dumb thoughts/screenshots/ocs/whatever (one that's not so out of reach).

The question is what to do with this one; I tend to keep as few accounts as possible so I have no issue deleting it, but i'm also not normal when it comes to art and sure some would be opposed to this blog vanishing. I could compromise and make this one one of those "-archive" blogs for now if that's the case? (For more clarity I never abandon my fanfic stories/ocs if you're thinking you'll never see Surah and the like again. I tend to rotate between a couple casts of characters as my vidyagame interest shifts, bc making fanart and stories for the same series forever is a fast track to boredom and burnout. That also means No, you still can’t repost the art here or use the characters, those are still mine).

One last thing I guess is that the old "ask-a-monster" blog community/phenomenon actually went extinct a long time ago, this blog was set up the way it is for nostalgia mostly. I was planning on making note of all my unanswered asks here for prompts/inspo, but I don't see myself leaning as heavily into in-character asks ever again (with MH characters and anyone else).. It's been fun for character-writing purposes but as the fate of all the ask-blogs tells, building around it is a lot of work and always tends to fall off after a couple years. Heck, it wasn't even supposed to have so many ask posts in the first place (but don't get me wrong, it was still fun and I learned quite a bit). I’ll probably get around to posting the actual writing I’ve done that fills in some of the story gaps, but elsewhere (or in whatever new side location) as I’d rather put the blog to rest as-is than try to revive/reboot it when I'm not too keen on jumping back and forth.

No idea how many people are actually gonna read all this so I'll add this old Surah wip as compensation

[the-s1lly-corner]

ATTENTION CREEPYPASTA FANS/REGARDING THE 1K CELEBRATION ONE SHOT!

The votes are in, and creepypasta has won the vote for what I will write to celebrate hitting 1k followers on this blog! As well as this, Eyeless Jack won the majority vote! Originally, when I made the first poll to determine the fandom, I was going to come up with my own plot... However I fell in love with the idea of you guys helping me build a fic together.. And to keep up with that theme, I'm going to allow you guys to send in prompts; I will likely either host a raffle or a final vote, then finally! I will start writing! Below will be the rules and requirements in order to submit anything, and I urge you all to read this carefully so your idea can be added into the mix! More info will be under the cut!

As said, Eyeless Jack has been selected for the one shot, a win for Eyeless Jack fans! While prompts don't need to be centered around things that are unique to Jack, you're more than welcome to follow along his traits!

So How Do We Submit A Prompt?

I feel that it will be easier for me to keep track of prompts through the inbox, just as my other requests. However this has the opportunity to get messy and confusing fast. So if you're sending in a suggestion for the one shot, I ask that you very clearly specify so! Otherwise I won't be able to know and I will treat it as I would any normal request. So I ask that you please put somewhere in your suggestion that this it is for the fic!

What Is Allowed To Be Sent In?

The same general rules of this blog still apply! I will accept anything that isn't NSFW, Abvse, or kink adjacent! You CAN send in something romantic, platonic, fluff, angst, ect! Really if you want a deeper look into what is and isn't allowed I recommend looking into my pinned post!

What Can We Expect From The Fic?

The plot obviously, is still undecided. However, the fic is most likely going to be an Eyeless Jack x Reader one shot! As per usual for this blog, the reader will be GN, so you can easily put yourself or your oc in your shoe! I don't have a set length in mind for the fic, as my writing tends to vary, but I do intend on it being decent length! I don't want to put a goal word count in fear of intimidating myself, but I do intend to aim for over 1.5k! The fic will be posted here, and will get it's own unique tag so it can more easily found!

Why The Long Wait?

I am hosting each segment of this process for a week before moving onto the next step. This is because Tumblr only has two options for poll lengths and the one week time frame just stuck. One week to determine fandom, one week to pick a character, and this time is going to be no different! As well as the final piece of this; taking into account it's going to take me a few days to write the fic and (hopefully) revise it... writing is hard, but I also want everyone to have more than enough time to put their votes/ideas into this, as it's a celebration of this blog and your guys' support!

Will there be future fics?

I'm unsure, I would hope so! This fic is of course for a milestone but I do hope to one day write at least one fic per creepypasta character that I do write for

The poll below is irrelevant to the post, and serves more so as a in post timer to remind me to take the next step of this little event, time blindness is very real and very..... blugh

tagging this with my usual characters/as if it were a group post to help get this out there so those who want to participate can

[tickle-bugs]

closed prompts a smidge early on account of me being sleepy, but i received quite a nice little pile! here's the offerings coming soon to a dashboard near you:

DC: new relationship superbat where Clark introduces Lois to Bruce so his favorite people can get comfy with one another. She tickles Clark in front of his Super Cool boyfriend and both of them are incapable of being normal about it. (lee!Clark)

DC: superwonderbat + asking for it trope. Bruce is terrible at saying what he wants. Clark and Diana learn to speak his language. (lee!Bruce)

Wicked: Glinda is a terribly distracting study buddy. Elphaba knows just the thing to motivate her to stay on track. (lee!Glinda)

Supernatural: Cas contends with the scariest force heaven has to offer: his older brother. Dean chooses to be part of the problem. (brief lee!Dean, lee!Cas)

ATSV: Miles, Pav, and Gwen never argue that Hobie isn't punk. That'd be silly. Instead they argue that he's soft and likes them juuuuust a little. Just enough to compromise his image. (lee!Hobie)

ATSV: Peter tries to teach Miles to get better use out of his webs. Miles is a very fast learner and a little shit. (lee!Peter)

New Girl: A particularly handsy game of True American reveals something interesting about Jess. Nick is 100% normal and well adjusted about it. (lee!Jess)

Top Gun: Rooster takes advantage of the F-18 seatbelts to finally put Hangman in his place. (lee!Hangman)

LOK: Korra and Mako share a moment early in their relationship. Mako discovers how soft he is with her. Korra discovers he's ticklish. (lee!Mako)

Kingsman: Eggsy's mouth and his stubbornness get him into trouble at Statesman HQ. Whiskey and Tequila decide to show him how they handle mouthy recruits with too much pride. (lee everyone lol)

MAWS: Clark gets used to using his powers to help him out when people aren't looking, but sharing an office with his two best friends takes that option off the table. Lois finds it hilarious that this mountain of a man refuses to get a stepladder for a shelf he can't reach. (lee!Clark)

Blue Exorcist: Rin's powers ruin some of his plans and he struggles to take it well. Bon takes this personally. (lee!Rin)

[koolades-world]

hi, super unrelated to obey me BUTTTT i was wondering how you handle your request inbox? is that what it’s called? is it ask inbox? nvm you get my point… i think? idk i just imagine it’s very stressful, like do you chose a prompt that interests you first or do you go by the oldest first.

i like to think about how fun it would be to write stuff and posts about my interests — i even think it’d be fun to get requests. however, i also recognize that i don’t think i could handle it. as much as i’d want to write as a hobby, some part of me knows the moment i start getting requests, i will start viewing it more as a job. i bet there are asks that also bring motivation or inspiration but i’m not 100% sure.

i was just curious if you would be willing to give some insight or your personal experience. totally fine if you don’t want to or don’t know how to respond to this. thank you!

hello!! this is different from the stuff i usually get but I'm super happy to answer your questions and try to help out :)

not really sure what it's called either now that i think about it. i think i just call it my inbox?? idk haha. i rarely talk about my tumblr with anyone and actually don't even mention i write just to have to avoid explaining what exactly i write is to someone who doesn't know. the only two people who know are two of my best friends <333 love you guys since i know you might see this <3 although i will say mentioning that youre a tumblr writer always seems to kill the convo haha

usually, i work in the order i get them! right now, i've just made it into the beginning of feburary since i just have so many and i don't want people to feel like picking favorite because ultimately, anons are people who enjoyed my content enough to make a requests and i want to see that through, to let them feel that excitement that someone whos work they liked actually wrote their idea! some requests can be kinda hard to do sometimes, so i usually need more time to do those so i have time to dwell on the idea. but sometimes they just click and i have it done in less than twenty minutes! sometimes i do occasionally fast track a request if i'm very inspired or if it really speaks to me!

the amount of requests can get a little overwhelming at times, but it's so heartwarming to know that many people like the content i make. right now i have 77 unwritten i think? one day i'll make it through all of them but i don't think ill ever get back to 0 /pos

in order to continue writing it has to be fun for you!! it for sure should not feel like a job. i used to write back in 2020 because of all the extra time i had on my hands, and i lost the time to keep up, so in 2023, i migrated here to try and pick it up again. i'm a stem major (bio my beloved <3) and it's my passion but it leaves little room to be creative, so this is my outlet! i feel like it's a good way to express yourself if you couldn't otherwise. i was so excited when i got my first request! i still remember it clearly just because of how excited i was. it's fulfilling to make people happy with something as simple as words that came from my silly little brain

honestly i blew up much faster than i ever thought i would so i still feel like im all too new at this tumblr blog thing. i still learn new things about tumblr all the time, such as custom themes on desktop haha. i've had this account and have been writing since march of last year but i didn't really start to pick up steam until january of this year because i started posting daily to try and get through all my waiting requests just to like, explode probably because of the consistent posting, so if you are still interested in writing, for sure take it slow! if it's just for fun, don't worry and actually try not to be too consistent. if you want to grow quickly, consistency is key no matter what schedule you decide on.

if i get rude requests, which has only happened a few times now, i just don't do them because i don't want to reward that kind of behavior, even if the idea is magnificent. for sure lay out rules if you do plan to go ahead with writing. be firm with them! im not great at that lol. also remember that you aren't obligated to at all! you are the one choosing to be here and you only have to do the ones you want, or none if you choose not to take requests. i like them because it gives me ideas i wouldnt have before because it can be kinda hard to come up with original ideas at the pace i would need them for my daily post. but, the pace i move at is very fast and it even scares me sometimes, so that wouldn't be too much of a problem for you if you chose to write

hope this was helpful and let me know if you need anything else. always happy to help <3

[kintsugi-sheep]

GPT’s King Crimson

SPOILERS: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo

There’s a stand—a sort of psychic supernatural ability—in JJBA: Vento Aureo called King Crimson. It’s primary and most distinctive ability is to remove fragments of time, to skip ahead to the end of a process. If you have to climb a staircase, you can activate King Crimson from the bottom and you’ll be at the top a second later. It’s a power that’s all about the results.

This isn’t the first time I’ve written an article in my miniscule corner of a site that’s not my own. It’s one of the most uncomfortable parts about what I hope to make my career. But, it’s necessary. I’ve always known it was necessary, but I could never bring myself to stick with it. I’d bail. The results never came fast enough.

I’ve spent years studying and learning how to be a better writer. How to build better stories and tell them in more entertaining ways. I’ve looked into how to build a platform. I tried being a critic and abandoned it because the ability to observe something doesn’t translate into writing skill. I’ve joined and abandoned writing groups because of the writers’ overwhelming selfishness, a predisposition to sell to readers before entertaining them, a devotion to one’s own education and opinion as doctrine, and other reasons. I’d try to go where the readers actually are, posting writing prompts on Reddit for instance, and get drowned out immediately.

And with every setback I’d drop it all. I’d focus on my day job, doing a bit of studying over here and a bit of worldbuilding over there. I’d cringe at my work and close my accounts. Or I’d disappear for months on end only to come back and give it another shot.

And now A.I. is ramping up.

As it stands, they don’t have the level of craft necessary to supplant artists. The greatest danger comes from how they’ll swell the midlist. Anyone who reads regularly knows how it feels to be disappointed by what you’d hoped would be a good book. The onset of A.I. will only ramp up that frequency. It’ll be harder than it’s ever been to get one’s foot in the door of the creative world as an indie author.

I only have myself to thank for my complacency.

So much wasted time. Ego, perfectionism, resistance, whatever you want to call it, I just couldn’t summon what was necessary to do what it takes. I couldn’t find the strength to believe in myself or my skills. My track record showed me that I didn’t have it. That I’d never be perfect.

But, telling stories is the only thing I truly want as a career. There’s the Dionysian satisfaction of writing a journal entry, getting your thoughts and feelings pouring our freely from the tap onto the page. There’s the Apollonian satisfaction that comes with constructing an outline, strengthening the consistency in a world, or focusing for hours on end while you study the hard skills of writing. Then there’s storytelling, where it all comes together in an ouroboros of pleasure.

The world doesn’t need my stories. I just need to tell them.

Hayao Miyazaki was watching footage of an A.I. in early development. The presenting team said they would hope it develops the skill of a human artist. Miyazaki would later say, “I feel like we’re living in the end times. People are losing the ability to believe in themselves.” Everything you interact with is there because someone was able to make it exist. And that someone could’ve been anybody, could’ve been you.

The bestselling author, the renowned artist, the beloved chef.

But people don’t believe in themselves. They can’t turn their envy into a compass that points them to their desires, only seethe from the shore at those who had the will to push out to sea, and thus receive the praise they long for. Outside of a classroom, they can’t practice the patience to develop skills. And when we feel weak, the perpetually left-brained see opportunity.

Art as a commodity. No more of the blissful release of the Dionysian or the logistical intricacies and satisfaction of the Apollonian, but a result. Fifteen minutes between conception and end product, ready for sale the same day, so the “creator” behind it can scrape up their earnings. Integrity, ethics, reception, or reputation be damned. They got theirs and they’re done. The dopamine kicks in when the check clears.

Circling back to JoJo, in the same plotline a character has a conversation with a cop who’s investigating a robbery, checking a recycling bin on the opposite side of the street where the crime was committed on the off chance that he’ll find the perpetrator’s fingerprints.

“It’s my job,” the officer says.

He’s pressed further, presented with situations in which, regardless of his search, the perp still goes free, and is asked what makes him keep working so hard despite those problems.

The cop says, “I’m not just after the result. When all you want is the result, you start to look for shortcuts. And if you take the shortcut, you might lose sight of the truth. You’ll become less motivated. I think the most important thing is the will to find the truth. As long as you have that, even if the suspect gets away this time, you’ll get them eventually, right? Because that’s what you’re after.”

This isn’t the poignant article I hoped it’d be. It doesn’t resonant like I’d have liked it to. My study was for speculative fiction, not essays, so I can feel in my bones how this is lacking, though I’m ill-equipped to repair it. But I’ve often heard it’s better to start before you’re ready. And life has taught me that, in truth, you never will be.

I’ll seek the truth. And I’ll seek those who appreciate it. Even from my insignificant, quiet corner.

[glass-replacement]

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[o5-10]

The first thing to understand about my marriage to Nina Newport is that, given the circumstances, I would have married almost any willing party with whom I had decent enough rapport. Newport was selected due to the nature of our specific relationship, but had she declined my ask, someone else would have been selected.

This, of course, leads into the reasons a marriage was requires in the first place.

Initially, you will have to forgive my cagey wording so I may dodge the autoredactor, there had been an alarming number of implications by various parties regarding the idea of in-laws as it may apply to me. At the time that these interrogations and accusations began, I had never been married and had absolutely no intentions of changing that any time in the foreseeable future. As they continued, I began to feel I would like to cut said discussions off at the head, and the simplest way to do so that I could come up with was to marry someone who was unrelated to the relevant family, as that would mean that I would have in-laws I could point to that were not that family.

We got engaged on 19 February, 2019. Initially, the wedding was going to take place around a month and a half after this engagement, however, we had to fast track it, on account of something I have to be even more careful with explaining. Those who were present know the details, but I am not at liberty to elaborate beyond what I will say in the following paragraphs.

On 2 February, 2019, I was contacted by an iteration of the head of the relevant family from an unknown reality. The first message was poorly received, but most other communications from this entity were tolerable enough, largely consisting of what are colloquially known as "dad jokes", though circumstances made these interactions quite tense and awkward by default.

On 18 February, 2019, a second iteration of this individual contacted me. This message contained an apology for the former iteration's behavior, some attempts at encouragement that fell flat, and an invitation to his annual family barbecue, which I had no interest in attending, and lacked the ability to attend even if I had wanted.

This last one is incredibly hard to type about, but I will do my best. On 19 February, 2019, my inbox was turned into a nuclear fallout zone by a third iteration of this individual. This message was the kind of message that not a single soul should ever have the displeasure of receiving. I responded with the appropriate disgust, of course. The problem is that this individual did not leave it at the toxic sludge of a message. He proceeded to *follow me into a multiversal server I moderate* where he talked down to my colleagues, as well as others in there.

Anyway, this prompted Newport and I to fast track the wedding, in the hopes that various versions of this individual would leave me alone, and, more specifically, to dissuade the iteration that was stalking me. This resulted in the wedding being held 26 February, 2019, with an awkward guest list.

Anyway, to assuage any fears, the stalker iteration attempted to crash the wedding, somehow pocket dialed *my reality's* UIU, who showed up and agreed he sucked, and then got himself shot for his crimes. The Overseer Council of the reality he crawled out of apologized for his actions and offered compensation to all affected parties.

In summary: I needed to marry someone to dissuade talk of me having hypothetical in-laws, when I did not. Newport was selected due to our rapport. The wedding ended up happening sooner because I was being actively stalked and harassed by an alternate reality construct's iteration of the head of the family that others tried to claim were my in-laws. It was a disaster, but Nina Newport and I were more married than any other married couple.

[recitedemise]

[ chest ] sender smooths a hand over receiver's chest (Hartley)

PROMPTS FOR TOUCH-STARVED MUSES: still accepting.

He imagines she's buzzed. Whether it be by the richness of her drink or his sumptuous company, however, Gale finds in the moment that he's slow to say. It's a languid evening, at any rate, the lights within his study struck alight and gold. The decanter's fast draining, his gums lined and slick with the taste of his scotch, and on his desk, his menagerie of books lay pried and open. It is, by all accounts, both business and more.

Good. She'd asked him some questions, several queries for the man and a dozen more toward their hunt. He'd answered what he could, rambling about werewolves and his scholarly loves. They're enlightening, he'd told her, or a tale of wicked caution if nothing else at all, expounding on those epics of a Grecian flavor through the woe, the torment of the famed Lycaon. Mysteries so entrap him. He dapples in Sappho. He likes his wines dry while reading by a fire, and with another sip or two of his twinkling beverage, she, atop his desk, had somehow moved.

Gale pauses, eyes tracking her like she's all a fox. Her hands spread about his chest, the hare-thing that's his heart tapping heavy at her palm, and the way his scar peers from beyond his collar? Well, wonder, he calculates, would compel her, too. "Ah. Much like my enigmatic company tonight," he tries for casual, "I'm afraid a man has ought to maintain some semblance of mystery himself. Otherwise, he may very well risk losing perhaps forever your interest, and believe me, the wellbeing of our city insists that he doesn't." A woman made a hunter. A hunter with her prey. The way that pretty scar carves rivers past his jawline... In the light, his brown eyes, earthy, winks in lavender. "If I'm a hunt, I like to believe I'm wise to your methods, Hartley. I intend wholeheartedly to be exceedingly difficult."

[folliesandfolderols]

Writing prompts day 10

From this prompt list. I set a goal of writing at least 150 words per day in 2024, which sounds pretty pathetic but if you take into account the fact that I haven't written any fiction since 2019 it felt like a feasible target. Anyway I've finished the first draft (it topped out at 88k words) and will be unlocking each post as I edit.

read from the beginning here

Day 9 here

***

119. “Let me make you feel good this time?”

***

Damian drifted off again within a few minutes. Tim lay still as long as he could, listening to him breathing and pathetically grateful that he hadn't had to deal with the aftermath alone. He almost never missed living in the Manor, but sometimes it had been comforting to wake up sobbing and know there were other people in the same house to talk to if he needed.

He didn't think about Bernard, and waking up next to him.

After half an hour of staring at the ceiling, he gave up and eased out from under Damian's limpet clinging to go back out to the living room and work on the files he'd only pretended to look at earlier. This was the grinding sort of information accrual and analysis that he excelled with, even though sometimes he wished he were better at the physical side of the job instead. Currently, he was tracking guns purchased in Gotham and moved to North Carolina, where they were resold and distributed across the country until they made their way south of the border. The guns sold in North Carolina had been identified in dozens of crimes, some of which provided leads about connections in Texas, which could give them some ideas about where they were being used in Mexico and further south.

He didn't realize he'd been sitting in one place for five hours until he rubbed his stinging eyes and his vision went blurry. Right. Time to shower again and wake up.

The one rich-kid indulgence he'd allowed himself that wasn't job-related was a bathroom remodel before he moved in. The shower on the houseboat had barely been big enough to turn around in, and he was sick of hitting his elbows against cold tile and knocking bottles over when he moved too fast. His new shower had double heads, a tile bench, and enough room to sleep in if he felt like it. He'd definitely been tempted to take a nap on the floor a few times. Only the knowledge that he might accidentally block the drain and drown had forced him to get out and trudge to bed.

He turned on both shower heads, stripped, and got in, turning the water hot enough that the bathroom started filling with steam almost immediately. Once in the water, his motivation to get back to work fled. He sighed and leaned his head against the wall, names and addresses still flying through his brain, looking for patterns.

Damian's voice reached him through the fog. "You weren't able to sleep?"

Tim nearly started but caught himself in time. "Nah, too wound up. Worked on the trafficking case instead."

Through the stream of water blurring his eyes, he saw Damian draw closer to the doors. "Well, that will support our story to Father."

Tim exhaled on a laugh. "I thought so too."

"May I join you?"

"Be my guest."

Almost before he'd finished speaking, Damian opened the door and stepped into the water, sighing with contentment. "It's cold this morning."

He had his back to Tim, and the thick, knotted scar on his spine caught Tim's eye. Without thinking, he reached and put his hand over it, feeling the hard tissue beneath his palm.

Damian glanced over his shoulder. "Is everything all right?"

It would definitely be weird to say something about how he was glad Damian wasn't dead anymore. "Yeah. Just. Having a hard time getting moving."

"Here, let me help." Damian poured shampoo into his palm and motioned to Tim to turn around. Tim obeyed and nearly moaned at the feeling of Damian's fingers massaging his scalp. Damian let out an amused breath after a moment. "I believe I used too much. My hair is much thicker than yours."

"That's okay. This way I don't have to wash my back."

"Tt. That's like saying this way you don't have to get clean. Here." Cracking open his eyes as he rinsed, Tim watched Damian get a washcloth and pour shower gel on it. "If you're that tired, I'll take care of it for you."

Tim thought about protesting but couldn't drum up the energy. The shower was having the opposite effect than he'd hoped, and now he was feeling every minute of sleep he'd surrendered. He let Damian get him thoroughly clean and didn't even bother worrying about the fact that he was fully hard by the time Damian knelt to wash his feet.

Damian stood again and gently pushed his shoulder. "Rinse." Tim took a step back, into the thickest part of the spray, and Damian followed. "Is it all right if I . . . ?" He ran his fingers over Tim's erection instead of finishing the sentence.

Tim leaned his forehead against his chest. "I'm tired," he complained, instead of answering.

Damian's free arm wrapped around his back and pulled him closer. "That's all right. You don't have to do anything. Let me make you feel good this time?"

Tim, instead of putting a stop to this the way he knew he should, kept his eyes shut and nodded his assent.

Days eleven and twelve here

[bookgirlfan]

Dear Yuletide Author 2023

Dear Yuletide author, 

Hello! Thank you so much for writing a story for me! Whatever you write, I’m sure that as long as you enjoy it, I’ll enjoy it, and it will be excellent! So please don’t stress too much about it. 

I am BookGirlFan on AO3, just as I am here. 

A few general guidelines: 

Found Family is one of my, if not my absolute, favourite trope. If you include this, I’m practically guaranteed to love whatever you write. 

Never be afraid of going too long. I read fast, so I’ll read everything you write, even if it’s a million word epic. (Not that I’m actually asking for a million word epic, just saying if that’s what you ended up writing, I would read it.) 

Hurt/comfort is my jam, and is nearly always a good prompt idea if you can't think of anything else. Romantic tropes turned platonic is generally also something that I love.

Do Not Wants: 

Something entirely around sex/romance, or something that places those kind of relationships as the ultimate kind of relationship.

Unhappy endings. 

Gore.

Benjamin January Mysteries - Barbara Hambly

I've read this series several times since I first found it a few years ago, though I haven't yet read Death and Hard Cider or anything after, so no spoilers for those please! I love the atmosphere of the books, the difficult morality of the cases, and the fabulous interactions between everybody, but especially January, Rose and Hannibal! I ship the three of them, but am also happy to read about any combination, as long as there's no cheating involved.

I've specifically asked for Rose and Hannibal, but if you'd like to include anyone else from the tagset, please do!

A few prompts, in case it helps:

Hannibal teaching Rose to pick locks, or another questionable but useful skill

Missing scenes, like Fever Season where they were both looking after her students, or Days of the Dead in the ride back to Mexico City after the main action

An adventure for the two of them - bonus if Rose has to rescue Hannibal (or January as well?) because she deserves to be the hero too sometimes

AU - of any kind, from different setting to superpowers, magic, crossover, etc.

An outfit swap - this is really vague, I just feel certain that in any kind of modern AU these two definitely swap clothes a lot, and even in canon it’s happened a time or two.

One Day At A Time (TV 2017)

I picked anyone in the tagset for this one, because I love all of them! This is such an amazing show, both really funny but also knows when to take things seriously.

I don't have prompts for this one, not because I love it less, but just because I only discovered the show a few months ago so haven't had time to come up with many! I really just want to see the relationships between this family, particularly between the Riera/Alvarez women and Schneider, because I can never have enough of that.

Famous Five - Enid Blyton

I have requested Julian and Anne, because they’ve always been my favourites. Growing up, I always wanted an older brother like Julian, and related to Anne as being the girly-girl of the family. You don’t have to include both of them, and you are also welcome to also include Dick, or George, or both! 

I do have an extra DNW for this one - no sex or romance, or at least nothing beyond the level of the books.

Prompts: 

An adventure is more dangerous than anticipated. Would be an excellent opportunity for hurt/comfort

Anne’s ‘girlyness’ is what saves the day. Maybe they need to use her sewing skills to get out of danger, or she cooks the bad guy a meal laced with knock-out drugs, or more disconnectedly, keeping track of food and expenses every holiday means she has an excellent head for numbers and accounting, so she’s the one who notices something’s up with their mysterious visitor’s books. 

The boys at school. We’ve seen a little bit of the Anne and George at school, but what’s it like over at the boys’ school? Does their propensity for adventures follow them there? 

What were the Kirrin siblings’ holidays like before they met George?