#sour keysmash

[sourtomatola]

Blood and feathers AU by @missterious-figure

CW: Blood and yandere behavior, fear, yeah.

1500+ words

You stood outside the door. You stared at the Image of a Moon on the front of the fancy wood. You winced at the smudge right below it. You knew exactly what that smudge was. It was there ever since the very first time Moon had killed. He had demanded it not be cleaned off, seeming to find it like a right of passage or something. You wished you could understand him.

 You swallowed and looked down at the doorknob, hesitating as long as your boss would let you. You were only given limited time with Moon because the boss was aware of how much Moon seemed to like you, growing clingier with every visit. If you stayed too long, someone would have to come get you. It’s embarrassing and terrifying every time. Moon has cooperated begrudgingly to give you up, but you’re just waiting for the day he doesn’t.

After a couple shaky breaths, you knocked softly before entering. The room had all the lights off, making your grateful that, for the moment, you didn’t have to see much of the mess you knew would be in here. Moon was a slob who didn’t care about the mess he tended to make after a kill. He had multiple tonight, which always makes him clingier to you.

You walked across the light ray that lay across the floor like a beam of safety. You knew it wasn’t, but it still made you feel safer. “Moon? I’m…here for your usual wellness check…” You called softly.

You squinted through the dark before flinching at the sound of fluttering feathers. Your eyes searched the dark before pinpointing glowing red eyes that blinked at you mischievously.

“You’ll have to turn on the lights, little Quill.” He rumbled.

You cringed at his nickname for you and felt the wall for the light switch. Your hand brushed past a painting, the one you knew was the hotel owner. He for some reason insisted all employees have a portrait of him, the egotistical prick. Your hand brushed past a wet spot on the painting, making your breath hitch. Feeling it more, it seemed like there was only one drop of…something. Next to the drop, practically attached to it, was the tell-tale fraying of canvas ripped with a very sharp claw.

You let out an exasperated breath as you squinted at the fray. “Moon! You cut the boss’s portrait again!” You huffed as you hear a mischievous giggle in the dark. “You know he hates that!”

“He shouldn’t give me something so tacky then.” He mused.

He had cut the throat of the portrait. Chin to sternum, His favorite way to kill you hear. Quite cruel considering he tends to miss the arteries and just goes for the windpipe first. It looked like he had blood on his claws when he cut the portrait. That explains the remaining residue thats now smeared around from your fingers touching it. He must have done this minutes before you came in since the blood was wet. Possibly did it just for the occasion of you showing up.

“Alright Moon, turn on the lights already, you’re freaking me out.” You grumbled and continued searching for the switch, accidentally smearing the blood off your finger and onto the wall. You could never remember where it was, and it was placed too far in to make sense. It was sensored, but Moon kept taping paper over it to block out the movement that would activate it. He’s so dramatic.

“Just don’t want to ruin the surprise~” He cooed in your ear, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. He moves so quietly; you hadn’t even heard the fluttering of feathers in the dark.

“S-surprise??” You squeaked nervously. You never liked Moon’s surprises. They usually involved corpses, or holding you hostage.

Scaly wet claws gently grabbed your wrists from behind you. You instinctively pulled your hands closer to your chest and backed up right into a feathery torso. You gasped and moved away from his rumbling chest, dark giggling erupting from his mouth.

“M-moon??” You whimpered.

“Don’t get excited yet, I haven’t even shown you the surprise yet~” He giggled and started pushing you along. You stumbled slightly and tried to keep up with his tall steps and he pushed your arms forward as he walked.  His dangerous talons dug into you slightly, but he must have been being as gentle as he could as he didn’t draw blood yet. He led you deeper into the room and straight to the back where the bathroom was.

That was not a good sign.

He flicked on the switch in the bathroom and you quickly closed your eyes from the sudden bright lights. You winced as you started to open your eyes, but the moment you saw a severed hand, you quickly shut them again.

“No no dear, I brought you gifts! Please appreciate them!” He encouraged you. You flinched as you felt his rough palm on your cheek. In your desperation for a distraction, you noted he definitely needed his claws thoroughly cleaned and lotioned. As Usual. You were always scraping blood off between his scales and claws.

He nudged you again. “My Quill…my surprise…” He prodded, starting to sound pouty.

You slowly opened your eyes and let out a shaky breath, your eyes going wide at the horrific mess in the tub. Several severed hands of many different shades and sizes. No doubt all of them from tonight’s victims. The fact that not all of them had doubles, and the size of the pile was not comforting. One hand was obviously a woman’s, perfectly manicured with a very flashy ring on her finger.

“Boss-man hates cheaters.” Moon whispered in your ear and pushed you closer. “He said I could pick off a souvenir…or two. I was thinking of you and wanted to bring you all I could! Just for you~”

You tried to dig your heels into the linoleum, but the blood on the floor made it slippery, making you fall back into Moon’s arms. He giggled and cradled you gently, letting you lean into him without choice on your part. Every movement seemed to make your feet slicker. He nuzzled your face with his own, trilling happily before picking off the ring from the feminine hand. He grabbed your hand next and slipped it onto your finger. You held your breath, as if expecting him to next take your hand off and add it to the pile. He nuzzled your head affectionately while you stood in stunned silence.

After a few moments of nothing else happening, your shaking hand moved down to your hip where your walkie-talkie was. You brought it from your belt to your face, barely having the strength to push the button down. You hardly heard the static, being unable to take your eyes off the horrific pile of hands in the tub.

“C…c-clean up…requested…C-code M…” You stuttered out, amazed that you could even remember the code required for the right clean-up crew.

You heard radioed confirmation before the walkie talkie fell from your hands and your finally turned away from the mess. You tried to get out but instead ran into Moon. His feathers puffed out pridefully, letting your burry yourself in them to hide and find comfort.

“Aw, little Quill…”  He chittered and trilled in your ear as he held you close. “I’m glad you like the gift~”

You nudged into him more, trying to push past him to escape, but he held you firm. “Where are you going? You still haven’t given me my wellness check.”

“I ju- I n-need a m-minute…” Your whole body shook, making you weak as you fought to not melt into his arms.

“Aw, don’t worry, you can hold onto me. No need to get upset.” He said and picked you up with ease, holding down your arms and pressing you into his chest. He brought you to his nest of blankets and pillows, that were thankfully clean.

He fluffed up his feathers again and snuggled you, successfully keeping you warm and feeling safe. Or, you would feel that way if you didn’t know him personally. Or having just seen his good work.

You felt his neon blue tongue start to preen your hair, not asking or giving you a choice in the matter. He lapped at your scaled in attempts to affectionately clean and take care of you. You squirmed, but that was the only thing you could do against him.

“I like it when you let me look after you.” He cooed as he moved his tail around to cover you protectively like a blanket. “I’ve gotten quite excited over tonight’s haul…would you stay with me tonight? Sleep in my bed and let me wake up to your cute face?” He asked softly.

“M-moon you know m-management w-wont-“

“Shhhhh, I don’t need their permission to keep you. Never have. I’ve humored them this long, but it’s about time I…put my foot down.” He said as he languidly stretched a single leg next to yours, stretching out the vicious talons suggestively.

You swallowed fearfully, finding yourself fiddling with the new ring on your finger. You wanted to throw it off, your mind not letting you forget where it came from. Moon wouldn’t take kindly to that. You’ll just wait for management to confiscate it.

“T-the boss-“

“Owns you, and Me…you might as well say we’re birds of a feather~” He giggled as he nuzzled into your neck, letting his long crest feathers droop around your shoulders.

This is going to be a long night.

[thesightstoshowyou]

When you leave comments like this:

here’s what I see:

“I don’t actually appreciate the work you put into writing this fic. I don’t think about the time, the care, the love, the effort it takes to write something this intensive. Just drop everything you’re doing to give me, specifically, more, more, more.”

There is no next part, commenter. This is part 6, the final installment of a multichapter fic I’ve been working on for 3 years, with many other fics that branch off of this concept. This is the hardest I’ve worked on any story in my entire 30-some years of writing. I love it with all my heart.

Now, I don’t actually believe you intend these comments to come off this way. You don’t mean to discourage me, or to leave a sour taste in my mouth, or to make me consider ending everything I’m currently working on and deleting this blog forever.

So, let me help you. In the future, when you comment on a writer’s work, try this instead:

“I loved this! I particularly liked (insert favorite part here). This made me feel (insert emotions here). Thank you so much for blessing my dash with this masterpiece. I would love to see more of these characters.”

This is so much more constructive. I’ve received comments like this before and, let me tell you, I got to work on that next chapter almost immediately (even if I hadn’t originally planned to write one).

On that note, thank you to the people who have stuck with me this long, who leave amazing comments, who reblog, who keysmash in the tags. You encourage me and make this all worth it ❤️

[emma-frxst]

The Implicit Demand For Proof (Chapter 12)

Pairing: Detective David Loki x reader

Summary: you, a forensic psychologist, get called in on a high priority child abduction case in Conyers, PA. What happens when you catch feelings for the mysterious detective Loki?

Warnings: spoilers for the movie, movie level violence, slight change of events, language. talk of death and su*cide, angry Loki, angry reader.

A/N- reblogs and comments help me the most! Let me know your thoughts, even if it’s only a keysmash. Let me know if you wan on or off the tag list. Thanks for reading!!

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David unlocked his front door with a heavy sigh. He shed his thick jacket and heavy boots and set his empty travel cup by the sink. He really needed to do the dishes, they were piling up. He opened the fridge, not because he was hungry, no, he had lost his appetite hours beforehand- Bob Taylor’s incident replaying over and over in his mind. He opened it but more out of pure habit, there was nothing there really. He been putting off grocery shopping, but to be fair, the food he bought usually went bad because he was rarely home to eat it.

David made his way to the shower, hoping the water would wash away more than just dirt and sweat.

Didn’t work so well for washing away guilty feelings.

He got out, dried himself then wrapped the towel around his waist.

He stood in front of the foggy mirror, water from his hair dripping onto the floor. He wiped a section away, only big enough so see his face.

He started intently at the man in the mirror, his expression turning sour.

“Stupid.” He muttered.

After putting on his pjs he slid under the covers, his body rejoicing at the prospect of slumber.

About a hour or two into his much needed sleep, Loki’s dreams were interrupted by his phone buzzing loudly against the oak nightstand.

Fuck

He should’ve just turned the damn thing off.

He looked at the caller ID

Dr. (F/n) (l/n)

He would’ve hit ignore if it was anyone but her

“Hello?” He murmured, barely awake.

“Loki I’ve got it- I don’t think Bob did it, the profile doesn’t match and-“

“Whoa, (y/n) slow down, please.” He said, his voice coarse. “I just woke up, I was actually sleeping for once.”

He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

“Oh sorry. I just assumed you’d be awake. “

“How long have you been up?” He asked.

“Um I haven’t slept. But that’s not important. What I’m trying to say is that I think the girls are still out there!”

Loki sighed, sitting up, the chilly night air invading his previously blanket- clad body. “okay..let’s hear it.”

“He said he killed them, but he’s not organized enough to pull something like this off.”

You could feel Loki’s confusion through the phone.

“The type of person that took these kids has done this before, they’re organized. And they have a mission; one that they would do anything to see it through to the end. They want to know the pain they’ve caused the families, to know they did that. Bob Taylor is not that. Bob Taylor is too hesitant and disorganized. You saw the shit drawn on his walls Loki, think about his behavior. Think about it.” You urged him.

Loki thought a moment, realizing what you were saying makes sense. But he was a man of facts..evidence.

“Or he did what he did so he wouldn’t sit in prison, (y/n). Plus, wheres the proof?! We need evidence.”

Loki’s heart rate began to rise and he grew a tinge angry at her. But for Loki, a tinge was just enough for all those big emotions to come flooding back.

“A profile isn’t proof. We can’t give these families false hope on a hunch! The families each identified clothing, (y/n). The girls clothes. And right now the evidence is pointing to Bob Taylor. Who’s dead now because of me!”

She was silent. He shouldn’t have yelled.

“(Y/N), listen-“

“No Loki you listen- I’m telling you something is off here. So you gotta cut that shit out and get back to looking for the girls.”

He sighed.

“Loki, did you pull the trigger on that gun?”

“What?” He questioned.

“Did you pull the trigger? Or did Bob?”

“Bob did, but-“

“Then it’s not your fault. Bob is the one who made that decision. Not you.“

Loki opened his mouth to speak but the words couldn’t make it out.

“Well get a fresh start in the morning. I’ll let you get back to sleep.”

“Yeah…You too.” He said with a gentle tone, hoping that it would convey to (y/n) that I’m not mad at you I’m mad at myself and this whole situation. I think you’re very smart and pretty and there’s something about you that makes me feel all fuzzy inside and I don’t know what to do about it.

But she hung up the phone with a quiet “bye, Loki.”

.

The next morning

You arrived at the station before Loki which was a surprise, he had been at his desk already working by the time you entered the door almost every day.

O’Malley had asked you into his office, presumably to talk more about last night.

“We’re going to deploy cadaver dogs when forensics is finished with the house. So when the case is officially closed, we can cut you loose, Dr. (L/n). Thank you again for coming. Sorry it didn’t have a happy ending.”

“Yeah, me too.” You replied.

“I’m, uh..sorry about detective Loki.” He sighed. “He can be-“ he paused. “Personally invested. He’s a good kid though.”

You nodded and excused yourself back to your desk.

You decided to keep your theory from the captain, at least until you could find some semblance of hard evidence to support your claim.

.

David sat in the captains office, expecting to get a good talking-to.

“Atleast I don’t have to worry about losing you to PSP.”

He refused the scotch the captain offered him.

“When forensics is finished with the guys place we’re gonna deploy the cadaver dogs.”

Loki didn’t say anything, as he was pre-occupied by Bob Taylor’s “map” he drew.

“Look kid we can’t always save the day, alright? We’re just cops. Janitors.”

Loki only started at the paper on the ground, half listening to his superior’s words.

“So you lost this one all right? Look, you want fulfillment? You need to find a girl, you know? Start a family, have some kids.” The captain hesitated before his next words.

“(L/n) seems nice, smart too.”

Loki glared up at him.

O’Malley gave him a knowing look.

“You need to let it go, Loki.”

“We done?” Loki’s question coming out as more of a statement.

.

As Loki came out of the captains office, you noticed his fists clenched and shoulders stiff.

Right before your eyes, in a fit of rage, Loki shoved everything off his desk. Sending it all clattering to the floor. He took the keyboard and smashed it against the hard surface of the desk, keys flying in all directions.

You understood now, what the guy from the search team said about Loki’s good mood. Because what you just witnessed was Loki’s bad mood.

You got up and went to the break room to give Loki some space, as much as you wondered what happened to him for him to get that angry and to express it in such a way- you were not about to be in the middle of it all.

In the break room, you found yourself amongst three other detectives making their first cup of coffee for the day.

It made you a bit anxious as you hadn’t really talked with anyone but Loki. Your nerves eased when they offered you a cup, saying anyone who worked that closely with David Loki would need it.

Before you could get another word in, Loki barged in. He had a real knack for showing up right when people were talking about him.

“(L/N), Forensics found something we need to see.”

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loki only tags: @spideyrights @sataninsatin @go-commander-kim @severuined @romancries @eclecticfashionbookszipper @fagen @sizzlingcloudmentality @kissyabish

[drakkonyan]

7, 21, 24 and 30? (for the artist asks)

7- either eyes, hair or cat doodles, I feel I have somewhat of a consistency in those first 2 despise my style being more changing than water. And cats are pretty easy to draw

Look, a lil fella in my notebook app lol

21- imagine a mochi texture with the flavor of super sour candy and hard caramel crunchy bits. That's the vibe I'm giving myself here

24- not one specific compliment because if we go by that, once a person keysmashed and wrote "crying puking dying/pos/pos/pos" but with k and zs instead of c and s and that always stuck with me but after all, a keysmash isn't really specific so uhhh

People tend to agree I'm good with color and my line work is pretty clean

30- honestly? How I draw eyes. I feel my arstyle is pretty inconsistent but the way I draw eyes is relatively constant moreso, and has it roots somewhat well defined

Basically one day I saw this shitty high school fnaf AU animatics series on yt and though "wow I love how they draw the eyes here" and never changed it till I got into tgamm, then I added the way they stylize almond shaped eyes and boom, there we go

Broke it down a lil for fun and got several eyes from the past years. Sometimes I do the eyelashes going out thing, sometimes I don't. Again my style is a mess but the 3 lil lines at the bottom to represent the iris streaks reflecting light are a standard lol

Sometimes I'll also add lil shapes in the iris to give some personality to the whole thing but besides that, I feel this is my comfort zone

Thanks for asking!

[cenviswasteland]

For the fanfiction writing ask: 10, 18, 20 and 22 please. Also sorry for encountering the fandom loon in these parts, hope that doesn't sour your tumblr experience.

hey!! thanks so much for the ask :D let's talk!

[Re: "The Fandom Loon". to anyone that comes across this post after the fact, i recently got bombarded with spam asks from one particular person. feel free to follow this specific link if you'd like to experience the whole story hahaha. also no, my tumblr experience isn't soured in the slightest. i found it all pretty funny at the time.]

10. Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

it tends to come in waves for me. i'll get the idea for one (1) fic, which adds itself to the pile of "things i'm writing". i'll work on one fic as inspiration hits, forget about it for an extended period of time, and then pick it back up again. this happens for every single fic i'm working on, as well as all my original pieces.

it's not an ideal way to operate, since it slows down my process severely, but eventually my AO3 will be populated by a whole bunch of really, really good work. i hope. right now it's a baren wasteland. oops. i promise i'll have some good fic content coming soon! i just have to get back into the swing of writing characters that are not my own.

18. Do you enjoy research? Which fic of yours required the most research?

oh, i LOVE doing research. it's probably my favorite part of the process. for example:

sorry, i know it's a little hard to see, but this is a FULL rack of tabs that i was using for my writing at one point. it's all direct research pages, note-taking google docs, etc etc. my wife (love her to pieces) eventually told me "that's going to destroy your computer" and made me bookmark and close like 90% of them, though. they live on, though! hahaha.

generally speaking, any AU fic is gonna require a little extra research. i really want to do "it" right if that makes sense. so that's looking up common tropes for the AU, background history / knowledge if needed, looking at other fics that have the same AU, etc etc. i'm not a super published fic author (sorry), but Promise it to me. took a lot of external research to get the terminology and speech right.

20. Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics?

if we're talking in terms of "traditional AUs" (coffee shop, flower shop x tattoo parlor, college, fantasy, rockstar etc), i actually don't write a lot of them. i was working on a flower / tattoo fic at some point with a buddy, but that was between our OCs and it kind of flickered out. i'm kind of unpracticed when it comes to AU fics.

but more broadly, every fic i write is an AU or canon divergence in some way. such is the way of fanfiction. but i tend to stick closer to canon than i do to AUs. that's not to say that i don't love me an AU fic, but they tend to take a little more time (see above) and they don't go down as smooth for me. maybe that'll change with more practice. who knows? :D

22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

at the end of the day, i'm a song-lyric-title guy through and through. when i get a song in my head, it actually really helps me figure out where i'm going with a piece. so that's where most of my titles come from.

before i get to that point, though, i'll usually make my title a keysmash or some basic descriptor. sometimes i tag the piece with a temporary name or something else basic:

and it's actually pretty rare for me to pull out a full, original title. not impossible! but very, very rare.

in general, if i'm not actively stealing a song lyric, the title will just be some description of what the piece actually is. i'm not a very creative guy when it comes to titles, haha.

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thanks again for the ask! again, i'm really happy i get to talk about my work and writing in general. if anybody else wants to send in an ask or two, you can find the prompt list here!

peace love and little donuts! have a nice day :D

[jonnyardor]

[Intro]

Understand, understand, understand

See my face, I'm done sayin: I aint playin

I am loved and Reborn, every day

I'm my own version of a real man

[Verse]

Felon in the eyes of my fam, really irritating

Weeping on the melons of Madame, keep em irrigated

Treated as an afterthought, they'll regret in hindsight

Streamin when my palm writes, income like pipelines

My rap is deeper than coitus and high life

Sobering thoughts and my fantasy is sky high

I got a good wife, we're raising ours right

True to my new self, I'm living Christ like

Should've passed out brother fingers to my little siblings

Cuz the way they passed me up, hate without a ceiling

Bigotry like this is why my wife abhors religion

Lukewarm Christians praying loud but God wont care to listen

Technological advancement, I can be more graphic

Imma knock your lights out, leave you keysmashing

Slap out the bass, out of wannabe Chuck

Chuckle at his gibberish, fucked his wernicke up

--

Head up your ass, I'll knot your arms , youre a pretzel

Head of mine critiqued, but it soon became the stencil

Brown noser relatives (immer am scharwetzeln)

Can't take my jokes? Let me hide a pencil

Dark humour is morbid, not anti-Black racist

Germans were zombies, gold diggers, makeshift

Graveyard shift but holes were like craters

At least in Namibia they buried their leaders

Skulls as a trophy like soldiers american

Did to Iraqis, Afghans, Iranians

They emigrate and change race like Kardashian

Big nose is vilified, Disney thinks Aryan

Papa named me Jonathan, God's gift, heaven-sent

Now he's bedridden, Godspeed, you're coming back

Instead of grieving, the rest seems hellbent

No to bereavement, keep acting heartless

Towards me and my wife and my offspring

Too often, neighbors and aunties did gossip

About me, then they believed their own stories

Sorry, your works dont give my God glory

Call me, verify what you heard about me

Doubt me, openly, long's you confront me

Taunt me, long as I know, you're really for me

But dont speak, ill about me, when I'm your homie

It's lonely, not just up top, but when you fall deep

Was horny, cramped in a room with kid and shawty

So corny, in-laws look sour, not resolving

So jarring, mad for no reason, it gets boring

Be honest, spell out your issues and move onward

A forward, attacking me nonstop like a coward

Dont cower, face your emotions, feel empowered

Where His presence towers, I can't get devoured

Verse

You were wrong for choosing your publicity

Over showing up for a woman in her pregnancy

Jeopardizing beating hearts, scoffing at their misery

You wont see their infancy without an apology

Narcisstistic mom and dad,

One had money, one had kids

Some of us did not repair,

Some need honeys, some need drinks

Pressure felt from everyone,

You're afraid what people think

So you're living how you're told

And you shame the mavericks

Thank you for your 3 horrendous months

Had a place to sleep, but we were on the run

When you kicked us out, He gave me an apartment

God is Lord over the storm, I'll never jump ship

Always faithful to my love, not like y'all did

Get offended bout my lines if the shoe fits

Fuck your feelings, cuz my heart has your shoeprints

Blocked your contact, until God gave me a new lens

(Chorus) x4

Understand, understand, understand

See my face, I'm done sayin: I aint playin

I am loved and reborn, every day

I'm my own version of a real man

[Outro]

Oh oh

Real man

Oh oh oh oh oh

Real Man

[twistedtavern]

How would the twisted! boys react to their small human friend giving them a kiss on the cheek?

ohsdjfnek omg fluff moment

Twisted!Crowley: Happiest bird papa, he is loved by his baby ^w^ Be ready for lots of snuggles and affection, very little could sour his mood for the rest of the day after that

Twisted!Grim: Oh lord his ego. His (adopted) henchman likes him best! He is parading around with Yuu on his back all day being proud of himself.

Twisted!Riddle: At first he's surprised, then he goes full bloom mode. Yuu thought they made him mad, but he is desperately trying to keep his composure and not just devolve into verbal keysmash from being flustered. May very lightly scold Yuu for making him embarrassed, but it's definitely not a serious reprimand. Yuu could tell from how vibrant his petals were for a while that he was actually very happy.

Twisted!Ace: Ah, yes, a kiss between homies. Will tease Yuu a little bit before giving them a little kiss on the head like a kitten in return

Twisted!Deuce: He will cry. Yknow those edits where someone is crying and there's hearts with motion blur on them all over the screen? That's him rn. SHAMBLES. No chance at recovery. Kiss attack at Night Raven College, 1 dead.

Twisted!Trey: Just goes "aww <3" before also giving kisses, a little bit embarrassed by it, but is still a happy boi

Twisted!Cater: Will definitely ask Yuu to do it again for a selfie, but is very happy about it. Definitely becoming his screen saver #LoveIsStoredInTheYuu❤️❤️❤️

Twisted!Leona: Yuu has awakened him, and now he shall make them pay for it by being his plushie. It's just to hide the way he smiled, but he certainly couldn't hide his big rumbly purr.

Twisted!Ruggie: Shishishishi!! He'd definitely tease Yuu for being soft or just trying to bribe him for snacks, but that smile is genuine. Maybe try the other cheek if they're trying to ask him for something? >;3c

Twisted!Jack: Hurricane Jack's Tail is entering your vicinity, take shelter immediately. All he can do against the kisses is hide behind his hands and grumble about how it wasn't fair of Yuu to do that. Poor doggo, too much cute for him.

Twisted!Azul: One-way trip to the octopus pot for this poor boy, he is returning never. Yuu will be signing a non-disclosure agreement about this very soon. Also, please don't use this to get out of shifts, he wouldn't be able to say no.

Twisted!Jade: You feel no fear and I am deeply afraid of you. He is surprised at first, but his smile is much less dark and menacing afterwards. More teasing, but will also try to coax Yuu into giving him more kisses.

Twisted!Floyd: You fool. Yuu is getting kissed all over now, there is no escaping it. Floyd is now aware that kisses are on the table, and will often chase Yuu down to not only squeeze them, but completely smother them in kisses from here on out.

Twisted!Jamil: You get exactly one (1) shy noise out of him before he hides in his hood. Will definitely ask Yuu what it was for, but he isn't complaining. He's too shy to ask for more kisses, even though he really wants them. Give him a kiss when he does something well or as a thank you for a good hypno-sleep ^w^ he deserves it

Twisted!Kalim: Once again, you fool. The boy essentially becomes a flashbang and there's rainbows and sparkles everywhere good lord Yuu will go BLIND. He is literally so bright help

Twisted!Vil: Oop there's a dent in his face- but still he's quite happy. Yuu gets headpats from potato dad, maybe a boop as well? 😳

Twisted!Rook: Do you have no sense of self preservation sir/ma'am/m'theydy?? HELLO? You have seconds to start running, please commence immediately. But Yuu does receive kisses of their own once they're caught.

Twisted!Epel: how could you. There's flowers blooming everywhere on him and his leaves are super green and oh lord there's bees all over the place, this is far from a sturdy, manly look. What in tarnation, sugar pea. This is not darn tootin. Yeehaw.

Twisted!Idia: Samurai.EXE has stopped working. Complete verbal keysmash, head in hands, it's a complete critical hit. He will never ever live it down. You have broken the poor boy, and he will stay in his room until this error code is sorted out.

Twisted!Ortho: Definitely surprised, but oh my god he's so happy look at him. Just pure, absolute sunshine from this little machine. This memory is going into his most secure file, it's precious to him.

Twisted!Malleus: ahem, BE NOT AFRAI- Im not making that joke again lmao. He applauds your bravery, little one ^w^ Malleus was definitely stunned for a while. He's so happy to have Yuu around, and he wishes he could give his own kisses. He only has his one eye, sadly. No mouth.

Twisted!Lilia: Awww, little baby bat is such a sweetheart! Many nuzzles and some fawning is in order, and maybe a story as well? Ole peepaw bat hasn't felt this much love in his heart since Silver was little.

Twisted!Silver: A kiss of true baby has woken him up. He'll ask Yuu if they wanted anything from him, and if they say they just wanted to say hi he'll give them the softest older brother smile they've ever seen. Will definitely be open to snuggling.

Twisted!Sebek: AH! AFFECTION FROM THE TINY CREATURE! HOW UNBEFITTING OF A GUARD! In all seriousness, he looks downright scandalized, but he looks downright scandalized about everything. Croco boi is just loud and embarrassed.

[just-antithings]

"Okay, this should be illegal" anon, I REALLY get you. Here in my country it was very popular a few years back to say stuff like "this is illegal" or even "you're illegal" about things or people you found so cool/beautiful/hot/fun you would have keysmashed irl if you could. Now that's not really much of a thing anymore, but it's kind of a struggle not to let Anglophone fanpol and their unironic "it's illegal to write about this topic" bs sour even those memories of a totally harmless thing.

oh yeah, I say “it’s illegal to be this cute” about my brother’s pomeranian all the time

[https-rat]

i like my gender.

its more of a feeling than a solid thing. a vague concept like blindly feeling around under a tight space to grab some kind of mist. 

it’s androgyne, and chaotic with bits of femininity and masculinity tossed around carelessly, endless confusion on the part of those trying to understand just what i am. formless, but exciting. it’s of snapped glowsticks and arcade carpet decorated with bits of popcorn and discarded slices of pizza. it’s from those cheap plastic dinosaurs you can get in bags of 100 for 5 bucks. from sharp syllables like xe and ze, and the bitter burning taste you get from eating too many sour patch kids. from sour candy and chewing wires. it’s from flustered keysmashing and LED gaming equipment. it’s from playing minecraft til morning, and inverting the colors on your computer. it’s listening to hyperpop at full volume while skateboarding to 7-11 at midnight ‘cause i ran out of the good kind of chips. from splashes of neon against an otherwise bleak black surface. from laughing in the bed of a beat up truck and eating shitty pizza. forgotten nostalgia resurfacing. 

i like my gender.

[passable-talent]

GOOD AFTERNOON I AM CROWDSOURCING MY RESEARCH

so I’m writing an essay about our generation’s patterns of typing and how it replaces tone / body language / facial expression for cleaner communication.

I’m gonna put all of the points I already have under the cut, and if y’all are in a good mood, lmk if I have anything wrong or if I’ve missed anything super important?

So I’m only looking for punctuation, capitalization, and spacing. no emojis or images pls, and nothing involving actual bold or italics or w/e. Basically only things that can be done in Twitter, but no emojis or images. I think I’ve gotten a lot of it but I’m curious if I’m off or theres anything more.

Emphasis

slashes beside a word- mimics traditional italics: “you /have/ to listen to me” (slight emphasis)

Capitalize one word to emphasize that word: “you Have to listen to me” (slight emphasis)

Mixing all caps + all lowercase for more emphasis: “you HAVE to listen to me” (strong emphasis)

Misspellings to indicate rushed or excited tone, enthusiasm: “you habe to losten to me” (mimics the way a person may trip over their words when speaking quickly) -> Special case: “I”. To emphasise the word “I”, which is already capitalized and cannot be capitalized further, it is replaced with “EYE”: “EYE cannot believe”

Volume/Excitement

All-caps for volume: “LISTEN TO ME” (Loud speaking/shouting)

Letters capitalized halfway through a word to indicate gaining intensity: “listeN TO ME” (getting louder as the phrase continues)

Speed

Space between letters to indicate a word said slowly /vs/ Adding the last letter multiple times for a fun version of a word said slowly: “l i s t e n” (slow and serious tone) vs “listennnnn” (slow and whiny tone) vs “LISTENNNN” (slow and forceful tone. This uses capitalization for volume, but in the circumstance of capitalization and extra letters, there is more of a forceful yet playful tone that is not attributed only to volume)

Extra spaces/ellipses to slow down the reader/create suspense: “I cannot…. believe …. “ (mimics the slowness one might use in speaking for disbelief or suspense)

Period in the middle of a sentence to create a sharp pause: “I should be free by like. four.” (creates the pause for contemplation a person may have while giving this example)

Emotion

Space between word and punctuation for a more relaxed tone: “listen !” (may have a happy facial expression, rather than an angry one)

Types of laughter: “ahfkvjsa” (raucous laughter) vs “ahahah” (polite but genuine laughter) vs “lmao” (amused laughter) vs “lol” (polite and not genuine laughter) [and no let’s not go into the prevalence of key smashing specifically among gays]

Abbreviate words, unless they have importance or the tone is serious: “lmk when you’re free” (casual tone) vs “hey, let me know if you're okay” (serious tone) | “I know what you’re doing” (forceful, confrontational tone) vs “i know what ur doing” (playful tone) | “ofc i’ll come over” (casual tone) vs “of course I’ll come over” (serious, reassuring tone) | “don’t talk abt it” (casual, playful tone) vs “don’t talk about it” (serious tone)

Lack of subject in a sentence to portray sullen tone: “that would be sick” (genuine excitement, excited movements or facial expression) vs “would be sick” (possibly still genuine excitement, but in a sour mood, sullen facial expression)

Sarcasm: “gO tO bEd EaRlY tOnIgHt” (the facial expressions that come with sarcasm)

Extra punctuation to make the emotion stronger: “I’m happy!” (small smile, reassurance) vs “I’m happy!!!!” (bright smile)

Words devolving into keysmash to indicate a laughing while speaking tone: “Bruhskdjvbsk” (A word that does turn into a laugh)

Perfect grammar (lack of all these queues) reflects flat/disinterested/slightly hostile tone: “You’re upsetting me.” (firm tone and facial expression) vs “you’re Upsetting Me asjvdf” (playful tone and facial expression)

If you made it this far thank you and congratulations. lmk if there’s anything I should add or if you think I’m off about anything. I’m trying to reflect how the internet en masse uses this stuff so feedback is appreciated!

-🦌 Roe

[sourtomatola]

Vampire Equinox drabble for the Eclipse SIMP's

Based off this pic I drew

Your back hit the silk red sheets, almost knocking the wind out of you. You would have tired to get up if you weren’t currently gawking at the towering behemoth that is an Animatronic Vampire staring down at you. He effortlessly held one of your hands against the sheet, your entire hand fitting in his upper palm, large fingers stretching like a spider sitting comfortably.

"Well well, breakfast in bed? How delightful~" He grinned down at you. His glowing yellow eyes washed over you as his free hand reached for the clasp on his cloak. His starry cape slipped into his free hand as he set it elegantly aside and placed a knee on the bed.

You were frozen in fear, but upon feeling the bed being weighed down near your legs, you began to squirm and look away for an escape. You grabbed his wrist and pulled at it, determined to get away from this creature with glistening yellow fangs. You scooted your legs away from him, thinking you could possibly twist yourself away. Your desperation growing as you felt more and more trapped under this creature.

“Hmm?” He watched you for a second in amusement, simply keeping your hand held in place. It was only when you tried to roll into a sitting up position that he suddenly leaned in, his face suddenly so close to yours. The glow of his yellow eyes made you feel like a deer in the headlights. You slowly backed away, but your heart jumped into your throat at the realization that he followed you perfectly, making it near impossibly to make space between you two.

Pressing into the sheets now, you could only quiver in place under the Vampire Lord’s sights.

 “P…please…” The single word escaped your breathless lips.

“No need to be shy Little Robin, I am not making any judgements on you.” He assured, as if that was really on your mind right now!

He started to lean closer, but you pressed into the mattress harder, hoping it would swallow you up and save you. His knee nudged between yours, making you feel vulnerable for but a moment before you realized you could use it. You put your knee against his thigh and used it to scoot yourself farther away from his face. You slid easily on the silk sheets, but not far.

“Your amount of fighting is admirable, but unneeded. The game is over.” He said with frustrating patience. Frustrating to you, since now you’re starting to reach the point where you wished he would just get it over with and stop playing with you! He was always like this though, seemed to love to play with his food.

His knees now fully supported himself on the bed, and his free hand placed next to your head. You saw him come closer and tried to press away again, but his free hand slid under your neck and pulled your head upwards to him. Your eyes forced to look into his, but there was no hypnotism, no mercy. He wanted you conscious as he took what he wanted.

His eyes then glanced down to your neck before leaning down. You struggled in one last ditch effort to get away, to convince him not to hurt you again. His larger body kept you from being able to kick or fight much farther than weak struggles and whimpering.

You felt his fangs ghost over your skin, as if trying to find the most ample spot to bite. He was teasing you. Still, after all of it, he was teasing you again!

Finally, his four fangs plunged into your flesh, making you cry out and tense up under the pain. You knew your fighting was just making your blood rush faster, and make it easier for him to drink, but there was not much more you could do under this animatronic horror. You were powerless against this supernatural machine.

You felt your head starting to get light, still cradled in his metal fingers. “Too…too much!!” You gasped, realizing your vision was trying to grow dark from blood loss.

He shushed you softly and left a gentle kiss to your neck before going back to your seeping wound. Your free hand reached around him, grasping desperately at his back in an attempt to hit or pull him off of you. He continued to drain you, unbothered.

As your vison started to close in faster, you could hear his softly chuckle. “Tenacious little darling…I shall savor you.”

Vampire Equinox Eclipse by @miwachan2

[sunfloweralekz]

u asked for dis (again, skip any if u want)- 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 11, 15, 18, 19, 20, 21, 23, 24, 28, 31, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 45, 47, 51, 52, 54, 55, 57, 66, 68, 71, 73, 76, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 84, 86, 87, 90, 94, 96, 98, 103, 109, 110, 116, 117, 119, 120, 127, 128, 130, 133, 134 ^w^

3. 3 fears

losing people i love, making people sad or mad, and um car crashes.

4. 3 things i love.

RYAN-, idkhow, and reading.

5. 4 turn ons-

I FEEL SO EMBARRASSED ANSWERING THIS AGSHGSGS-

intelligence, people with one ear pierced/just one earring, good music taste, and honesty :)

6. 4 turn offs-

um lets see

ignorance, bad sense of humor, cringy quips that dont make sense, and people who Don't Keysmash.

8. sexual orientation

im pan !! 🥺

11. what do i miss

i miss the blissful ignorance of my childhood -

15. favorite quote

"that thou didst love her, strikes some scores away. From the great compt: but love that comes too late, like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, to the great sender turns a sour offence, crying, 'that's good that's gone.' our rash faults make trivial price of serious things we have, not knowing then until we know their grave: oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust, destroy our friends and after weep their dust. our own love waking cries to see what's done while shame full late sleeps out the afternoon. be this sweet helen's knell, and now forget her." - william shakespeare

if you cant tell i really like Shakespeare GSJSHSG

18. sarcasm ?

oh m a n - of course i do GSJSH

19. what am i listening to rn ?

corpse husband <33

20. first thing i notice in a new person ?

u m m m - probably their stability based on their body language and microexpressions- parents made me no good 😹‼👍

21. shoe size ?

7.5 in mens HSJSH

23. hair color ?

faded blue rn

24. favorite style of clothing

h m m m probably grunge/punk or e-boy DONT COME AT ME I LIKE HOW THEY WEAR CHAINS AND TUCK THEIR SHIRTS IN AND PUT THE COLLARED SHIRTS UNDER THE SHORT SLEEVED SHIRTS AHDHHS

28. favorite movie ?

THATS SO HARD U M MM rocky horror picture show OR im thinking of ending things :D

31. how do i feel right now ?

im literally so tired help me

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[galahadwilder]

We Are Miraculous, Ch. 1: Exposed

We Are Miraculous Archive

Ladybug worries her lip with her teeth as she looks over the connecting cables. She knows which ones go where—she’s the one who added the ports to the yo-yo—but this moment isn’t one she’s been looking forward to.

She flips open the compact, positions it so she can see the screen, and mounts the webcam on the railing. She picked this roof because it’s about eight blocks from her house, so there’s no chance of anyone using context clues to guess her identity. The webcam’s USB cable slots into the yo-yo with ease; she wishes, just a little, that she’d had to struggle with it. Getting annoyed always calms her nerves for some reason, and this, right here, is the most nerve-wracking thing she’s ever done.

The webcam set up, she presses record on the yo-yo, then steps back into frame. She crosses her arms in front of herself, clutching her wrist, then thinks better of it and lets go. She raises her chin, takes a breath, and looks straight into the camera.

“My name is Ladybug,” she says. “And I have an anxiety disorder.”

*

It started with some jackass on TVi. There’d been a new study on PTSD in Akuma victims, and whether it increased the risk of repeated Akumatizations; Nadja Chamack had interviewed a few experts on psychology, and then this one guy—a municipal councilor the 16th Arrondissement, all the way across the city from the 21st where most Akuma attacks were concentrated—decided to open his big mouth.

“Obviously, the problem is the prevalence of untreated mental illness among Parisians,” he’d said. “Hawkmoth takes advantage of emotional instability. These loonies he targets are just as dangerous as he is—we should be devoting police efforts to keeping an eye on the people who are so clearly the most likely to be evilized—”

An actual expert cut him off at that moment—that was most definitely not how Akumatization worked, not even slightly—but the damage was already done.

By the end of the week, violence and discrimination against the neurodivergent had spiked. The Ladyblog was flooded with reports of “thwarted Akuma attacks” that were in fact just unprovoked violence, physical or verbal, against vulnerable people. With one stupid interview, anyone who showed a single sign of “otherness” in public had become a potential victim of an unforgiving public. Many people had become too afraid to go outside; some of them were missing vital treatments for fear of the kangaroo court of public opinion.

If Ladybug didn’t know any better, she’d say that Hawkmoth had paid off the guy. He couldn’t have created a better atmosphere for Akuma if he’d been trying. Given the ones she’d had to fight this week—most of them desperate, scared people who’d been offered an escape from the judgment—Hawkmoth was reveling in this.

That couldn’t fly. Ladybug couldn’t let it.

*

Now, on the roof, Ladybug looks into the webcam, breathes, and begins. “My name is Ladybug,” she says. “And I have an anxiety disorder.”

She has to take a moment, as her heart clenches and tugs her ribcage inward, before she can speak again. She looks away from the camera, her mouth open, unable to actually say anything.

She decides, in the moment, not to edit this out. It’s important. People need to see her struggling, people need to see that she’s like them.

Finally, she turns back to the camera, rubbing her temples. “If you’re watching this,” she says, “there’s a good chance that you, or someone you love, has a mental illness.” She closes her eyes, clenches her teeth, trying not to growl. “Édouard Caron has claimed that these people are dangerous. That they are targets for Hawkmoth.” Her arms fall to her sides, and she opens her eyes, raises her eyebrows, purses her lips. “Of course, that requires ignoring the fact that the vast majority of Akuma are caused by nothing of the sort.”

She steps forward, clenching a fist. “Chat Noir and I have repeated, again and again, that Akumatization is not the victim’s fault. Monsieur Caron: what you said on Monday was irresponsible, dangerous, and above all, false.” She turns away from the camera again, breathing in. “Most of my friends have been Akumatized, and they are, as far as I know, way more mentally stable than I am.”

The enormity of what she’s doing crashes in on her again, and she whimpers. “God, I wish Chat were here,” she says, clutching at her elbow.

She’d better leave that in the final product too.

She clears her throat, looks back at the camera. “My name is Ladybug,” she says. “And, like I said, I have an anxiety disorder.” She smiles. “Also, probably ADHD, but I haven’t had that checked.” She glances away again. “I have... panic episodes,” she mumbles. “Hyperfixations. I’m always worried about worst-case scenarios, even when they’re completely unreasonable. My friends always tell me I need to get out of my own head, but...” She snorts, looking back at the camera. “Easier said than done, right?”

She points at the camera. “Long story short. I am mentally ill. I take medication. If Monsieur Caron were correct, I should have been Akumatized multiple times already.” She grins. “Instead, I have actually driven off every Akuma that Hawkmoth tried to send after me, simply by willpower.” She raises a fist, clenches it. “Anxiety is my superpower,” she says, moving her hand to point at her temple. “Nothing Hawkmoth sends after me can ever be worse than what’s in my own brain.”

She turns around, hugs herself, and breathes. Almost done, she thinks. Just one more minute. Then you can get off camera and go grab some blankets.

She turns back to the camera. “Neurodivergence is not—not inherently dangerous,” she says. “Despite my anxiety, I’ve been entrusted with one of the greatest powers in the universe, and the responsibility to use it wisely. And as most anyone in Paris can tell you...” She spreads her arms. “I kind of have.” She blinks, slowly, breathes in, then out. “I ask everyone who watches this video to—to spread it, to show it to your friends. Édouard Caron is wrong. And if you’re like me...” She clutches her elbow again. “If your brain doesn’t always do what you want, remember that you aren’t alone. The Hero of Paris is with you.” She lets go, gives a quick wave. “Bug out!”

*

She sends the video straight to Alya as soon as it’s done editing. Alya’s response is an all-caps keysmash, and a rapid turnaround, posting the video straight to the front page of the Ladyblog. 2 hours and 10,000 hits later, Marinette’s heart finally stops clenching every time she reloads the page and sees another few hundred people have watched her expose her shame in front of the entire city, and she calms down enough to go to sleep.

*

“I can’t believe that asshole!” Alya screeches the next morning, slamming her phone onto the desk.

“Wha?” Marinette murmurs, lifting her head from the desk where she’s been taking a quick power nap.

Alya’s face is apoplexy-red—Marinette can see the veins popping on her forehead. “I just... I can’t...” Her right eye flutters closed, like she’d eaten something so sour she’d lost control of her face. “You know that asshole from the 16th Arrondissement who was calling for mass surveillance on the mentally ill?”

Marinette’s chest tightens. No. “Yeah,” she says, trying to keep her voice level. “I’ve heard of the guy.”

Alya shakes her head. “I just... Here,” she says, thrusting the phone into Marinette’s face.

Marinette looks down, and her entire body goes cold.

Caron Questions Hero’s Qualifications After Shocking Confession from Ladybug

“What an absolute ass,” Chloé growls from behind them. Alya nods along.

Marinette can’t breathe. It’s all she can do not to cry.

We Are Miraculous Archive

[saltoftheao3]

[1/6 (Sorry!)] Lately I've seen posts in the vein of "Don't leave unsolicited concrit that's just called being an asshole" and that culture is a bit puzzling to me. Personally, I write long comments. Rarely under 100 words, usually 400-1500 (I hit the AO3 character limit all the time), almost always after re-reading the work (I read a lot on my phone but re-access the fics on my laptop for comments). I talk about my reaction to the story, gush about the ship, quote fave parts, all that stuff.

[2/6] As a writer myself, I also pay a lot of attention to people’s style and the technical aspects, and this is what I sometimes give concrit-like opinions about. Not story choices or headcanons, not random typos or anything, but I might say “I had a bit of a hard time following who was saying which lines in this section” or “the changing tenses in this part threw me off the loop for a bit”. I try to frame those things as personal opinions and say it’s up to the author if they want to -  

[3/6] heed the advice or not. I’m not advocating the “tough love” type of feedback, either. At 14 I was targeted by some random adult in dA who methodically ripped apart everything I uploaded for months. I responded politely but I was pretty upset by her constant barraging disguised as helpful advice. (I just went to see her profile and interestingly she hasn’t been active at all since I eventually blocked her) So I know that the concept of concrit absolutely can be abused and how that feels.            

[4/6]But in the past months I’ve seen a lot of people say that even 1-2 slightly critical sentences in a 1000+ word comment invalidates all the positives and “just leaves a sour taste”. Obviously I can’t say what people do or don’t feel but…I was honestly surprised by this mindset. I always assumed that when I write “Let me hear your thoughts” on my notes, it means “tell me what’s good and what’s bad”. Now I feel a bit weird about the positive comments I have - are they holding something back?    

[5/6] Thing is, what made me quit writing for 5 years was not crushing feedback, but deafening silence. If I could choose between someone honestly engaging with my work, including its shortcomings, and not saying anything at all, I will take the criticism any day. I feel that explicitly asking for concrit deters the keysmashers and the cute one-line commenters, so I haven’t done that (I already say I welcome pretty much all feedback in my profile, but it seems no one reads those in AO3).      

[6/6] Of course feedback is subjective and readers have no way of knowing what the author was thinking. BUT, I’d like to think readers are intelligent humans whose subjective views CAN be helpful. This is not a simple issue, and I’ll probably be even more careful about commenting in the future, but I simply can’t agree with posts that pretend there is zero difference between tearing a story apart and mentioning one suggestion in an essay of praise. (Some PM system in AO3 would be great tho) 

First of all, thank you for your very thoughtful and well-phrased ask, dear anon. I always fear that i don’t do that kind of ask justice but i’ll try my best, sorry for the time it has taken me.    

There’s been very different arguments in this debate, (check #the great comment debate), and i think you’re far from the only one with this opinion.

I do too think that there’s a difference between “tearing a story apart and mentioning one suggestion in an essay of praise“, as you said it, and i think the kind of feedback you described yourself as giving would be well-received by a big majority of writers.

And as I mention here and there, i think that assuming friendly intent is crucial to internet interaction, that lacks so much of the intonations and cues we use to understand what someone means.

I also sometimes fear that this entire debate leads to readers chosing not to give feedback at all, rather than risking hurting sensibilities, and well … that’s really not the point. “[C]rushing feedback” or “deafening silence“? Both are toxing to fandoms, both kill the joy in creating, but i really think there’s a lot of room to navigate in between.

What i try to do is get writers to make it a habit of specifying in the author’s notes what kind of feedback you enjoy. It seems to me the only reliable way of producing statisfactory interaction for readers and writers, to make up for the huge variety of attitudes towards fandom and feedback. Some of you may remember i’ve suggested it as an AO3 feature a long while back, but in the meantime just an author’s note with “I love all kinds of comments, long, short, criticism or not” or “Comments make me happy, but please no bashing” could do wonder to clarify things for the readership.

Also, if this can reassure you, i really don’t think your readers were holding back when they said positive things, nonnie.

Personally, when i read fanfic i just… genuinely don’t pay attention to potential flaws and weaknesses? That’s not the way i engage with the material. When reading fanfic, i’m more likely to spot gorgeous sentences, funny bits and great worldbuilding, and to try and remember them so i can tell the writer.

The more awkward or dull parts just..don’t register much, i kinda gloss over them and don’t try to actively keep them in my mind. It’s completely different when i beta-read: there i pay attention to both what i really like and what i’m indifferent towards, i’m in a very different mindset.

I don’t think that “positivity bias” makes my comments less honest.

Pffffuh, this has turned into unstructured rambling, sorry for that (but also my browser has crashed three times so i’ll just put the blame on that). Hope you continue to delight writers with long, thoughtful reviews, those are SO nice to get

[moved-to-femmesun-blog]

🍫🍰🍦 c:

🍫 do you have a favorite chocolate or sweet?

milk chocolate for sure! i’m in love w/ any chocolate that has nuts in it… sour candy is also a big fave too… warheads BIG TIME love

🍰 what’s your favorite dessert to eat? do you have a favorite to make?

keylime pie? i’m honestly just a big fan for any pie/cake that’s served cold. warm baked goods make me ughghgh. i haven’t baked in a while but i REALLY liked the time i made this chocolate raspberry dessert for cooking class @ school 

🍦 what are ten things you love about youself?

guhhhhhh fuck you anon KDNSKND

1) my voice - people always tell me they love it and so KDNSKND

2) my hair? i’ve been growing it out lately + bleached it and i’m honestly SO fucking happy about it

3) sense of humor - ig i’m good at being funny/making people laugh

4) my eyebrows…? they’re dark and kinda thick and i love that so KDNSKNDSKNd plus they look super good w/ my hair being light now so hehehe

5) top surgery scars B) mine are kinda fucked up cause i picked at my stuff more than i should’ve, but i’m still super proud of them and i love them

6) my freckles (esp my shoulder ones!)

7) my scars! i’m proud of all of my scars and i love telling the stories of how i got them! even my more serious ones i don’t mind, because they’re just a part of who i am ig

8) fuck im starting to run out of ideas KNDSKDNn uhhhhh hhhggggg im really running out of ideas wow KDNSKDNSND - theres one, that my keysmashes are always the same dknsadknsakdn

9) being a gemini B)

10) kinda cliche but im really struggling to answer this one but like, i guess how far i’ve come? i’m a better person than i used to be for sure, and so i’m proud of that

[quackspot]

Lemon x character of ur choice fan fiction please *leaves tip of cookie run diamonds*

firelemon firelemon firelemo nfire le

thank u for the cookei run diamonds i shall have enough to get whatever new cookie (milk) comes and his pet and whatever new treasure comes (this happesns a lot becuase i dont level up my cookies,)

it seems a bit long but its not the longest thing ive written, cough cough nudge nudge at 41 page google doc umg

actually it is kidna long for things i write but thats becuase i like firelemon Quite a Lot, minecraft,

Minecraft. Lemon was going to play Minecraft, right? He was. Instead of doing that, he was texting with some other cookies in a group chat on Cacophony, a gaming-friendly voice & text app. He was on the 🍊🍋Citrus Buds group chat.

“⚡welcome to the block parade:

 whats up

🍊sister sweet!: 

nothin much!

🏐sister sour!:

 absolutely Nothing you feral cow

🍊sister sweet!: 

LIME say sorry

⚡welcome to the block parade: 

i was just going to play minecraft and you had to do this

that’s so mean”

He sighed, going on “Don’t bother” mode and starting up Minecraft. As usual, his closest friend, Fire Spirit, was already on. He was building dicks on the server, which was luckily only made for adult players and advertised on CornCob: the porn video website. 

“hey,” he began to type. “whos been building dicks?”

“DJSLJKFLSJKFLJSKLJKLSFJKLDSKLAaOIWRUIODSxmFKF” Fire Spirit keysmashed, probably slightly burning his computer while doing so.

“why are your keysmashes so long”

“shut up im biulding dicks”

“*building” Fire Spirit corrected himself. His username on Minecraft was HottestManAlive and Lemon’s was SourMan (what even is a man? That’s a mystery).

“anyways, lime bullied me and--” a ding came from Lemon’s computer. He got pinged on Cacophony.

“🍊sister sweet!:

@⚡welcome to the block parade lime said sorry”

“Ugh.” He sighed, going back to playing Minecraft.

Fire Spirit was busy, shown by the fact that Lemon was completely surrounded in dirt. He tried to dig himself out, but it felt like every time he dug, there was another block in the way. Soon, he was in a strip-mine in Fire Spirit’s extremely large dirt block.

He finally got out. Even though everyone was on creative, it took so long to punch all those blocks.

“hey lem whats up”

“fire spirit whatd you do” 

“build”

“OK.” Lemon flew away from Fire Spirit, who followed him.

“wait lem i wanna ask you something”

“what”

“wanna go on a date” Lemon’s heart pounded.

“haha thats funny hahahahahahahahahahahaha”

“im being serious lem lets go on a date in REAL LIFE” 

Lemon was sweating. His hands were uncomfortably moist, as were his armpits. He was almost certain his shirt had sweat stains, but when he checked, they didn’t.

“uh

to where”

“i dunno i could visit ur house bc i live in a cave irl”

“wait what i thought u lived in a house” The yellow-haired sour man stared at his screen, taking in every word and ignoring the fact Fire Spirit was building around him again.

“well i mean we could probs meet up at sparklings bar and go on from there

just hang out n stuff”

“that’s cool,” Lemon replied. 

Almost right after replying, Lemon’s door slammed open.

“I THOUGHT YOU DIED!” Orange ran in and hugged him. She looked at his screen. 

“Uh-- Hi, Orange.”

“You got a date? That’s so cool!” She let go of him. “I already asked the time for you!”

“Oh- okay.” 

“I’ll see you on Cacophony later!” She left. 

What the fuck just happened? Lemon sighed, going back to Minecraft to see what was up.

“whyd you type like that you never capitalize anyways it could b any time even right now” 

“im ok with it being rn and orange asked that” Lemon’s fingers were extremely quick, like lightning, one could say.

“ok i’m omw to sparkling’s bar”

“-HottestManAlive has left the game.”

“-SourMan has left the game.”

Lemon put his jacket on, grabbed his cube, and put his phone and his wallet into one of his pockets. Since he had male pants on, the pockets were deep enough to hold a phone AND a wallet. Take that, female clothing!

Fire Spirit stood outside Sparkling’s bar, waiting for Lemon to come. Does he live farther away? Is he walking? Can he fly? Were a few questions he asked himself. Instead of wearing his usual clothing, Fire Spirit put on something more casual-- a red tank top and some shorts. He wasn’t wearing any shoes, not that he’d need them, as he was always hovering a little bit above the ground and wouldn’t be hurt by it anyways. Plus, he doesn’t have any shoes. Or socks.

“Fire Spirit!” His attention was caught by a shorter, yellow-haired cookie. “Welcome, are you coming in?” It was Sparkling cookie.

“No, I’m waiting for Lemon Cookie.” He sighed. 

“Oh! He’s in here. He was waiting for you.”

“That’s lit!” Fire Spirit walked in as Sparkling was dying inside.

“Oh, hi, Fire Spirit.” Lemon’s voice was much quieter than Fire Spirit expected-- and not as deep. It was okay though, as he loved it. Adored it.

“Uh- hi-” Fire Spirit was taking in the view in front of him. He knew Lemon’s Minecraft skin was made by him, but not of him. His heart pounded at the rounder, more handsome version of Lemon.

“That’s weird,” Vampire started, causing both Lemon and Fire Spirit to jump a little, “you never say ‘uh,’ what’s up, Fire?” 

Fire Spirit took Vampire to the side. Lemon stared.

I could check Cacophony, I guess. He turned his phone on and began to read through messages. It was being painfully obvious that Orange thought he died because of the lack of reply. Oh. She told everyone about this. His face was heating up-- who knows what Lime will make fun of him for? 

Fire Spirit sat down next to Lemon in a booth, away from Vampire. 

“Anyways, how are you? I’m doing great.” The flame-haired cookie smiled at Lemon. Vampire Cookie gave Lemon two thumbs up.

“Me too, especially now.”

They chatted-- mostly about Minecraft, but sometimes going on topics of music (Fire Spirit had a surprisingly limited amount of music he listened to, as he only listened to VHS recordings on a boombox) and what was happening outside of Minecraft, like when Orange barged into his room.

“Excuse me, you two, it’s almost time to close,” Sparkling helped Fire Spirit up.

“Pshh, the bar never closes! It shouldn,” Fire Spirit commented.

“Are you helping Fire Spirit back home?” The green-eyed cookie asked Lemon.

“I could take him to my house, I guess.”

“Just be careful, if he gets too angry, his hair can actually burn stuff. Otherwise, you should be fine. It’s surprisingly painless to put your hands in his hair, and it tickles him.”

“How do you know all that?”

“He comes around often, one time daring me and Vampire to put our hands in our hair. Vampire went first.”

“Oh.” Lemon imagined petting Fire Spirit’s hair, his heart beginning to flutter quite a lot more than it already was. “Come on, Fire Spirit, let’s go.”

He made the somewhat long walk to his house. It didn’t feel that long due to Fire Spirit’s slurred compliments and flirts. Lemon sat Fire Spirit down on his couch and sat next to him.

“Wha’s gonna happen now, Lem~,” Fire Spirit joked. 

“I dunno, maybe we can watch a movie.” Lemon yawned.

“Nah, we can, we can sleep!” He suggested. “Or maybe jus’ you. I can go home myself, and then, tomorrow we can do this again.”

“We can both sleep. I’ll be in my room--”

“You’re gonna make me sleep on the couch?? I wanna cuddle you, Lem!” He quickly leaned towards and hugged Lemon. 

Lemon flinched at the contact, but calmed down. He turned on the TV and began to pet Fire Spirit’s hair, making the flame-haired cookie begin to laugh.

“Oh no! My one weakness!” The legendary managed to say within his laughter.

“Oh-- I’ll stop.” Lemon never liked being tickled and could only imagine whatever pain Fire Spirit was going through.

“You don’t haaaaaaaaaaaaaave too! I love it!”

“You need to sleep.”

“Fine, fine.” Fire Spirit sighed.

Lemon channel surfed until he found something that played a marathon of How It’s Created. The two watched it until, eventually, they fell asleep. Fire Spirit was asleep first, as he kept talking to Lemon during the show and waking him up, then apologizing and forgetting a few minutes later.