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[chajaranilla]

SuperstarVAs Website Copywriting

Wrote the whole website content for SuperstarVAs

[museaway]

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[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

Earth’s hottest day ever recorded by human instruments

Better way to phrase this is : top 3 hottest daily average-global-temperatures ever recorded by human instruments were this week.

[itstimeforstarwars]

Did not find what i wanted on ao3. Did not find what I wanted on ffnet. Clicked on wattpad and then immediately decided I’m not that desperate actually.

[nakajimeow]

USEFUL WEBSITES FOR WRITERS

Writing With Color: Helps with writing about culture, ethnicity, and religion. Overall, it gives advice on how to write about diversity.

Name Generator: As the name says, it helps you build names for your characters. Very useful if you cannot think of names for your characters!

KathySteinemann: The 'archive.pdf' section helps you with synonyms in case you struggle to find the right word for your sentences (also to avoid using redundant words).

Spwickstrom: Similar to the previous one, this one provides grammar tips. Extremely helpful when finding phrases, verbs, conjunctions, adjectives, and so on.

Servicescape: The perfect website if you're experiencing writer's block. It provides writing prompts. It helps you spark creativity when it comes to writing.

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[gemsalive]

re: that HEFTY siffrin sweep on id5’s isat favourite blorbos poll — this might sound silly but i do actually think it’s kinda fascinating that isat, as a game so inseparably steeped in (for lack of a better way to describe it) queer fandom culture, managed to so completely sidestep the common Fandom Phenomenon that i suspect was behind the poll in the first place by creating a main character that is also overwhelmingly the fan favourite character for once.

obviously there are any number of factors we could point at to explain the extent to which siffrin nomiddlenames nolastnames manages to grab people and absolutely not let go, but personally i think one of the most interesting ones to consider is the one specific to the medium — that is, how siffrin subverts the “silent blank slate video game protagonist” archetype in such a way that happens to be primo brainrot breeding grounds.

like, when a video game dev makes a silent protagonist it’s usually a bid to maximize immersion by closing the aesthetic distance between player and character as much as possible, right? which is especially true of rpg video games — players find connection in the generic, as that is what gives you the freedom of motion to insert yourself into the story in whatever unique shape suits you best. you are your character and your character is you.

(as ever, post ran long. yall know the drill. tossin in a quick header pic before thoughts on blank slates & blorboification continue under the cut)

and then you’ve got siffrin, who is expressly pointed out to be the taciturn type; who when initially giving the player exposition about their journey so far doesn’t seem to hint at a life or history or even really any motivations outside the journey; whose every thought and action is narrated in second person so as to keep tracing and re-tracing the connection between him and you.

even their design — all darkless and shapeless, bundled up in that big cloak, as if an invitation for you to fill it in with whatever lets you relate to them most! at this point they are their own character for sure, but they also have enough very clear parallels going on with the silent protagonist archetype to feel more than accidental.

of course, as you keep playing you start to recognize that his blankness is much, much more than just a grab at immersion; his apparent lack of backstory, itself a fundamental piece of backstory. this is where he flips dramatically in the player’s perception from “generic vessel for story delivery” to “thoroughly multidimensional character trapped within endless torment nexus custom-built to target and exacerbate all his very specific worst traits rooted in very specific traumas”.

yknow, the good stuff !

but by then you have also been playing enough to be feeling the effects of the thing isat’s design does best of all. i’m talkin bout that ludonarrative lockstep baby. every piece of isat’s gameplay is designed to make you feel what siffrin is feeling — you understand by now that he is not a stand-in for you, but all the same you share in his frustration, his grief, his rare moments of joy and the subsequent heart-in-your-shoes devastation when that joy is inevitably poisoned — and through it all, the desperate grasping for anything new — all as if they were every bit your own.

so in this way the connection is maintained, even if you were someone for whom siffrin’s particular traits & struggles might not otherwise cause you relate to them at all if you had encountered them elsewhere, in a setting where you weren’t actively controlling them as a player. siffrin still gets to carry all the “just like me fr” impact of the blank slate protagonist in the tropes he embodies and in the game mechanics’ design, while totally free to evolve completely into his own character and keep you relating to closely them all the same. now toss back in the fact that said traits & struggles very much ARE of a flavour that a great many people Would Tend To Relate To and just like that you’ve got a perfect storm cookin.

too individual and compellingly written to be an empty vessel for plot delivery. too closely connected with the player’s emotional state to be a story observed impassively from the outside. he has 92 mental illnesses and for the low low price of free u can give him yours to carry too. nobody is doin it like him. congratulations on your well-deserved nose sniffrin nomiddlenames nolastnames <3

[hero-i-am-not]

when ao3 is down... I love you ao3, and thank you so much to the people who work so hard to make it such a lovely place!!

[lady-hibiscus]

THERES UHC SHOOTER X READER YAOI NOW. AO3 NEVER CHANGE

[jadeharleyinc]

for every insufferable twitter ai bro bragging about replacing artists with compliant robots, there is a "writeblr fandom blogger" bragging about how humanities majors can do better work than those worthless programmers any day of the week

if you want a picture of the future, imagine an endless cycle of loser nerds fantasizing about dunking on a different kind of loser nerds they see as inferior, forever

[arttsuka]

Can u draw Jedidiah and Octavius having a movie night using Larry's phone please 🙏??

I love your art sm!

Aww, thank you ♡

What movie are they watching? (Pretend there is something on that phone screen pls)

[six-miscellaneous-nebulae]

og post here

idk guys i think he’s a bit salty he wasn’t the kid b literally went to hell for

[cherry-pop-elf]

My Roommate Is A Wiz With Animals

Newt x Muggle!Reader

SUM: You were returning home from work, when you stumbled across the strangest little animal. You couldn’t just abandon them. Even tho they are kinda funky. Animals deserve love and shelter, and that seems to win you quite the lost and found reward

Warnings: So much dang fluff, animal smuggling, Teddy shenanigans, Newt accidentally being really good at manipulation, reader is naive enough for plot purposes, MIGHT be a multi part series. Might…..Ok it will be shoosh

“Ugh I swear those shifts are getting longer and longer.” You would groan with your neck rolling around. Just trying to get your joints stretched. Was rather late in the evening. You had to cover for someone. Curse you for actually being a good human and helping someone out! Eh over time is over time at least.

You were still a bit nervous to head home so late. The sun was setting, and it casted the New York sky scrapers were casting such eerie shadows across the world. There was a beauty in it, but also it’s terrifying. Terrifying to be out late in the city night.

Had you picking up the pace.

As you tried to hurry home, before the street lights kicked on, you would hear the trash cans banging together. Made your heart stop, as you instinctively turned to look at the noise.

Didn’t seem like a person at least, so that gave you some calm. Still, could be a wild dog. Not that you hated dogs or anything, but street dogs are built to survive the streets for a reason.

You couldn’t help but stare, and wait, to see what would come out. Maybe it’s a kitten? A puppy? Ok now that you were cycling through the concept of a poor lost animal in the streets of the city that never sleeps had your heart ache.

Call you dumb, but you went to peak.

Was met with quite a surprise.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were looking at. It was some weird looking platypus mixed with a mole. Maybe it’s a sister species to platypi? It’s not unheard of that the rich and powerful have exotic animals. That there’s a black market for them. Maybe this poor baby escaped.

“You poor thing. New York and scraps isn’t meant for you.” You would Cooe at it, as the little creature looked up at you. Looking scared honestly. Would even reach its little arms out to you. How that made your heart explode from the utter cuteness.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Come here baby.” You would lift up the strange creature, and opened your jacket to tuck them closer to your chest. Help them warm up from the cold streets.

They would snuggle into your chest, as they felt a little safer. Grabbed at your top even. Didn’t want to end up back to the streets again. Like hell you would.

With a baby to take care of you made your quick walk into a proper jog. A rather good motivation to help you speed up on your way home. You had a tiny little thing to care for. One that needed a bath and some food. Shit, what would it eat? Maybe you’ll leave a variety of foods out and whatever they go for first could be what they like? You’ll worry about it later. Now was to get home.

Into the apartment complex you went, up the elevator, and you were home. Made sure all your locks on your door were clicked, and you would soon drop your things off.

“You poor thing. Let’s get you cleaned up, and feed you. How’s that sound?” You swore they were nodding at you. Seeming to comprehend what you were telling them very well. Maybe it’s an exotic pet thing? Or you are tired. Probably tired.

Into the bathroom you went. You ran a warm bath for them, and kept it shallow. Didn’t quite know what to do, so you just set them down in the warm water. Didn’t really have animal safe soap, so just water and a rag will do.

Have the cutest little noises at the gentle scrubs. Poor thing was filthy. Must have been on the streets for a while. Broke your heart. Such a brave little solider. Able to handle out there for as long as they did.

“Let’s dry you off and feed you.” You would lift the little thing up, and made sure they got nice and dry. Get all that grime off them. Certainly seemed alot happier now, so you guess you did a really good job.

Once you stepped out of the bathroom you heard knocking at your door. Who’s going to be contacting you this late? Let alone you in general? Had you cautious. You first found a strange animal, and now someone was knocking at your door? That didn’t equal good.

“Don’t make a noise. I’ll be right back.” You whispered, as you quickly took them to your room. Plopped right on your bed, and you closed the door.

You would wrap yourself in a bath robe, since you had changed into your sleep wear, and peeped through the peep hole.

The sight sure was strange.

There on the other side had to be the embodiment of sunshine. Had this curious attire of blue and browns, a suit case in one hand, and a stick in the other? Why does this fluffy haired guy have a stick with him? Maybe you just couldn’t see properly from the peep hole.

“Who’s at the door?!” You called, and you watched those big sparkling eyes light up. Excited that someone was home.

“Ah yes! Uh you don’t know me but you have something of mine! A sweet little thing. His name is Teddy! He’s mine. My Ni-Uh. Mine. Just mine!” He called back, as you were confused. How did he know you had something?

“One moment!” You figured you would see if he was right. You would quickly return to your bedroom, seeing the animal still on your bed, and called out.

“Come here Teddy-!”

And like that he was running right over you. Quick to jump into your arms.

Ok, maybe this guy had some truth. Still, you had questions.

You would return to the door, only to see that all the locks on the door were undone. Had you so horribly confused. There was a number of locks in a variety of styles there. No way you forgot to lock them all. Could you?

That’s when the door opened, and the man stepped in. The way Teddy seemed to squeak for the strangers attention. Hands reaching out like a toddler who wanted their mother. Was just so human. Seemed like Teddy really loved this stranger.

So, you didn’t refuse.

“OH TEDDY I WAS SO WORRIED-!” He sounded ready to sob, as he held Teddy close. Tears in the corner of his eyes as Teddy held the man’s face. Giving his cheek plenty of Nuzzles.

“You seem suspiciously clean for running around out there. Did you wash him? Did you take care of him-?” He spoke with such enthusiasm. Was like he might burst into confetti.

“Uh yeah. I just saw him hiding by some trash cans and I just couldn’t leave him behind. He wasn’t aggressive in the slightest either. Poor Teddy was cold, and just alone. I was actually about to try and feed him even.”

You were soon yanked into a rather tight hug. Felt like he might squeeze you lifeless. Teddy made sure to crawl over his daddy’s shoulder to avoid being crushed. Just snuggled away into his neck. Happy to be back.

“Oh you are truly a gift. Oh I don’t know how I can ever repay such kindness and warmth you’ve given him. Oh he’s my everything really. He gets into trouble often, sure, but he’s mine.” He explained, before finally letting you go. Little cheek kisses were given from Teddy, and the man would happily nuzzle into them. Was so clear that this wasn’t some poacher or animal smuggler. That made you feel better.

“So uh. Who are you exactly?”

That had his ears a soft pink, and a shy laugh left him.

“Oh blimey. Pardon me. The name is Newt. Newt Scamander. I’m Ma…I uh mean a Zoologist. I travel around the world studying animals, rescuing those that I can, and just loving nature. The pay isn’t that great but it’s worth it.” He would offer you a hand, and you would shake it in return. Telling him your name as well. And your own career.

“So kinda like a nomad. Does that mean you don’t have a place to stay?” You questioned, as he seemed to avoid your eyes for a moment. As if either to embarrassed to admit it, or trying to quickly come up with a lie.

“Well um. You see…I was currently trying to get a room for myself, but someone had to go running off. Can’t really blame him though. He adores shiny things. I should have been more careful. I know he has a weakness to things that shimmer and sparkle. It was all on me.” He would admit, as you had to respect that he was taking accountability.

“I mean. One night can’t hurt, right?” You couldn’t help it. This guy seemed to not be native here in the slightest. Said he’s a world traveler, sure, but it seems he’s not used to a concrete jungle. Wasn’t dressed for it, and sure didn’t seem like he was prepared at all. Did he really just only have that suit case with him? To travel the world? Something seemed….Off.

“Oh no no. You’ve already done so much. You’ve protected my baby. I can’t be asking you more-“ He tried to persuade you away, but your curiosity was to peaked. This guy was weird. Didn’t give any bad vibes kinda weird. Just….So peculiar.

“It’s one night really. You must have been hunting Teddy for hours. You didn’t get a chance to find a room, and it’s super late now. I can’t just throw you into the streets. One night. Just one.” You tried to logically explain, only to get another near back breaking hug.

“Oh I’ll never be able to repay your kindness. Oh your heart is so full. No wonder Teddy trusted you. Teddy has always been a brilliant judge of character. He knew you were a good person. No way would he let a stranger just hold him, let alone wash him. Oh thank you-!” You could feel the tears of relief in your shoulder, and all you could do was rub his back. Letting him breathe.

So that was how you ended up with a stranger living on your couch. Well, can’t say stranger given you knew his name now. Still! Most people would call you insane for doing such a thing.

Maybe you were.

But hey! Insane people have the most fun!

Besides, he’s pretty damn cute. Cute to see him snuggled into the couch, with Teddy under his arm, and his suitcase slid under the couch. Made sure to stay out of sight. You figured it was full of valuable paper work.

Did make you wonder though.

Where the hell did those pajamas he was wearing come from then? Did he just have them in that case and papers?

He was just full of to many questions to ignore.

He’s a stranger, but you just had to learn more.

Learn what made that man tick.

[incognitopolls]

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[singthemoon]

I mean yeah the people framing Orpheus and Eurydice as an avoidable tragedy are factually correct

But like,

Of course he was gonna turn around.

I think,

To love someone so much that you would try and drag them out of hell is to love someone so much that you would turn around.

The same intensity that guided him down to attempt the impossible is the one that made him fail. There's not one without the other.

He was never able to bear it, that she wasn't there.

Or maybe I'm wrong, maybe he'll get it next time.

[finniestoncrane]

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 1.5k i want to stand in the middle of a room and let him do what he wants and see what he wants and blush the entire time ;-; 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: porn with very little plot, dominant/demanding behaviour, fingering, biting, breast/nipple play (we got tit-sucking with the ghoul, fellas), cmnf, scratching, teensy bit of possessive behaviour

Your eyes flitted briefly to the door of the abandoned shack. It wasn't as if anyone was going to walk in on you both, but you were still nervous, embarrassed to do as he asked.

"C'mon now, darlin'. Can't get any further while you've still got that pretty, blue suit on, can we?"

Cooper had been waiting for this moment since he'd first decided not to kill you. What lay beneath that now tattered, once pristine, vault suit? What were you keeping from him? How unspoiled were you? And what could he do to ruin you? It was no longer a deep desire, a passing fancy. He needed to see your body, and he needed to make his mark on you.

With a flourish of his hand, he urged you on, indicating his growing impatience at your refusal to bend to his will with a roll of his eyes. You watched as his fingers skimmed over the barrel of his gun, visions of everyone else he had so flippantly shot crossing your mind.

"I ain't gonna ask you twice, sweetheart. Take. It. Off."

With trembling fingers, you did as he asked, fumbling with the zip before slowly pulling it down, your eyes flicking upwards to Cooper, watching him as he watched you. As you slid your suit off your shoulders, exposing your breasts, you noticed his pupils widen. And when you shimmied it down over your hips, letting it drop to the floor, your entire body on display now, he pressed his tongue out, wetting his lips in silence.

You could feel your cheeks burning, your hands reaching to cover your breasts, thighs pressed together in a bid to shield your sex from him. He wasn't going to speak, so you did.

"Well..."

"Well what?"

"A-aren't you going to... take something off. Your coat at least?"

"Oh, you have sorely misunderstood, missy. I'm not taking off a damn thing. You're the star of this show."

You felt like it, and not necessarily in a good way. It was like a spotlight was shining on you, focusing on your body. Cooper's attention drawn to it, like a moth to a flame. You tried not to think about the way his eyes were taking you in, hungrily. It felt almost sinful, the way he greedily admired you.

His mind was in a frenzy, a carnal fugue state brought on by just how smooth you were in comparison to him. Your skin, perfect, unspoiled, untainted. A burning desire to mar that perfection in a wanton display of lust and violence.

"Well... look at you. If I'd known what you had underneath all that... well we might be a few days behind schedule at least."

It was almost torturous to stand there as he scrutinised you, and yet you found yourself yearning desperately for him to not look away. There was just something so beguiling about Cooper, a charm that oozed out of his every orifice, that made even his more sadistic habits seem reasonable and, yes, even attractive.

You wanted him to touch you, to feel like he was a part of this. That you weren't just there for him to stare at. He seemed to be able to sense your need, as he was quickly in front of you, warm, dry hands reaching for your body and settling on it. It was strange, how delicate he was. But clearly your willingness for his touch, the way you leaned into him, spurred on his more wicked nature.

He began to rake his nails across your skin, first up your arm, the ragged texture scraping over the top layer, making white tracks on the surface. Then he dug in deep, fingers gripped at your upper arms, your back, your hips, scratches etched into your perfect body. Like he was signing a piece of his work before he'd even started with it.

"I had wondered how you would feel, so smooth, like silk... like I remember marble feeling as I ran my fingertips over it..."

Just as his words began to feel sweet, too complimentary for them to feel like they were being said by him, he switched back to his more commanding tone, his orders coming out in a deep, serious growl.

"Lean back on that old table there and spread those pretty legs apart, darlin'. I want to get a better look at all of you."

The way he stretched that word out.

All of you.

All.

And the way he waited, patiently but uncompromising as the looked to him nervously, cheeks darkening with your blush. It felt so dirty.

But you did it anyway, knowing you couldn't refuse him, and didn't really want to. You were rewarded by the sharp intake of air as he sucked in a breath and let it out with a whistle.

"Now that is a fine lookin' cunt, sweetheart. So pretty. So wet."

He shoved his hand between your legs, fingers immediately spreading your pussy lips to feel your wetness. There was a sense of frustration bubbling stirring within Cooper as he indulged himself in in your heat, how soft your swollen lips felt, like velvet against his dry fingertips. How the patch of unruly pubic hair was tickling his skin, delicately. That you'd held this back from him for so long.

As his fingers glided pasted your lips and spread your folds you couldn't help but practically purr at how gentle he was being, and that in turn had Cooper biting back a moan. The thrill of seeing you there, at his command, beneath his touch. He couldn't help but feel a little smug.

"Still got it, Howard."

Your body was trembling as he explored you, and you felt yourself begin to squirm when he turned his attention to your clit. With his rough fingers, he teased at your hood, pulling it back to expose the sensitive bud, smiling as you hissed when he tapped softly on it. Writhing against him, the heel of his palm pressed into you, you tilted your pelvis into him to feel it against your opening, moaning as he fingered your clit, but aching to feel something more, something deeper.

"You need something inside you, darlin'?"

Nodding, you clenched your body as he removed his hand from you completely, a pleading mewl letting him know how badly your body needed him.

"Careful what you're begging for there, sweetheart."

Your back arched immediately in response to his fingers inside of your cunt, massaging your inner walls as he hooked them up and struck the perfect spot inside. Sweat began to bead on your forehead, your mouth hanging open, agape and panting as Cooper began pumping his fingers in and out of you. He was unforgiving, watching in cruel delight as you spasmed, sweating and huffing as he fucked you hard with his firm, practised digits.

He relished in the way you clenched around him, spasming as his merciless rhythmmade you wail in pleasure. It was almost reckless the way he was fucking you with his hand, borderline clumsy, and filled with passion. But he pulled away from you with a deep grunt, deciding that there were still other parts of you he wanted to experience before you were too spent to let him keep going.

"I'm 'gon need your help here, lil lady. Start touchin' yourself, I want you to feel how wet you are."

His voice was dark, a guttural growl that indicated how serious he was, and you obeyed his instructions with wide, nervous eyes.

As you began to stroke your own clit, Cooper leaned over you, his breathy moans of anticipation tingling over your skin as he sunk into your chest. He slowly laved at your sternum, following it up as his hands cupped at your breasts, and then his mouth shifted to your nipple, closing over it and sucking as his other hand worked your breast.

His tongue darted over the sensitive bud, lapping at it with flat, broad strokes before he pointed it, tracing around the nipple as your breath rasped at the stimulation. You were quivering, your core tightening as Cooper worked your soft flesh, savouring the taste of your skin, the tang of your sweat on his stiff tongue. He was laughing against you, a crude reaction to your whispered gasps and soft whines. The cruel way he received your body and encouraged your orgasm made you wail out against him as your fingers worked you the way you knew best.

You could feel it coming, the precipice of your release. Gut tightening, eyes rolling back, your groans becoming whimpers

Cooper let out a cruel laugh as you took in a shaking breath, filling your lungs with warm, dusty air to prepare for your orgasm. And then your back arched, your knees buckling, as you screamed out in pleasure.

Enough electricity rippled through your body that you could have powered the shack without a generator. And it still coursed through you when your cries died out, jerking you, your body convulsing as you came down from the seemingly impossible high.

"I hope those scratches don't stay on your soft skin too long, sweetheart..."

Cooper winked at you, lips stretching into a sneer.

"... and put your suit back on quick. Now that I know what you've got under there, it's mine only."

[nakajimeow]

WRITING ADVICE THAT I HEARD (THAT ABSOLUTELY WORKS FOR ME)

Okay, so I am writing these tips that I have learned/heard from other authors. It worked for me, I just want to share it just in case other people might find it helpful too!

Know the ending of your story before starting it.

Whenever you have an idea, WRITE IT. IMMEDIATELY! (before you could even lose it or worse, forget it)

READ MORE !!! (get inspiration from other people's books)

Write EVERYTHING. Just correct/edit them later when you are finished.

Explore other genres. (do not get stuck with one genre. instead, read/write other genres. you never know, you might be better at writing other genres)

Similar to the first one, CREATE OUTLINES PER CHAPTERS !! I REPEAT, CREATE OUTLINES. (in this way, it would be easier to write because you have a summary of what is going to happen in each chapter.)

reblog to help other writers !!