#words for the wiser {memes}

[swagrum76]

Typing random stuff here

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[keferon]

I just saw the post about Jazz not taking care of himself and all that, and with the doodle provided on that, i for some reason, have the mental imagine of Prowl now just holding Jazz on one hand while the tiny human sleeps there, and he's just working on whatever it is that he needs to work on with one hand

Because he got scared and now does not want to let go until he's sure he's ok.

There is no context, i just saw Prowl holding tiny Jazz and now my brain itches for more of that i guess.

THO SPEAKING OF WHICH (please excuse the rambling), but like when Prowl first finds out about Jazz actually not being a mech and just this tiny soft squishy human, who, in tfp Ratchet's words, can go squish under their pedes like, now constantly panics about Jazz possibly being hurt

And under no circumstances allows him to walk on the floors in fear he might, in fact, go squish. So everytime he leaves his suit Prowl has him sit by on the tabls or straight out just carries him (bring out that meme of Finn having a pocket for Jake)

Idk, the amount of funny scenarios of Prowl having to learn about how to be careful around a human is endless and i love it, and dammit your au has been stuck in my head i can't stop looking at content for it, it's making me go insane!!

Oh and to hopefully finish my rambling off, but add huamn adrenaline to the mix. Jazz getting severally hurt, but the adrenaline keeps him kicking for a bit longer, like bleeding out and a broken arm but he pushes through as if it were nothing....until they are out of danger and the pain kicks in. Prowl is none the wiser to his partner's injuries until the mecha suit starts to tweak as Jazz starts to let out pained screams, or small gasps of pain depending how much hurt you want him to be in, and then he pops out the chest compartment to reveal how much actual damage he took.

Ok this was supposed be a small "haha Prowl holding a sleeping Jazz" and it turned in to a full on yap session about very different ideas, hope you dont mind ^^;;

Just really love your au man...

YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ACTUALLY PREDICTED THE THING I WAS PLANNING TO INCLUDE IN MY THREAD :D

Like. Y E AH. Think of it. Fuckinb imaginb. Jazz falling asleep right where he was standing and Prowl is like. Okay I need to find some safe place to put this tiny guy because I don’t want him to get squashed right?? But he doesn’t really have a lot of options so he ends up just sitting and reading something from his datapad with one hand. And holding Jazz in the other. And it works perfectly because Jazz is small enough to fit in Prowls palm.

ALSO. A L S O

I imagine Jazz has magnets in the gloves of his suit. So! Not only Prowl can carry him around but also Jazz can just stick himself to Prowls plates haha

Prowl: Where tf are you

Jazz, crawling on Prowls back: I’m Spider man

Another Cybertonians react to this the same way people do when they see a spider on someone’s shoulder btw~

[thicccshady]

Mom's Spaghetti...And Dad’s Nose👃

Eminem X Reader

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Content: Fluff, Cursing

Y/N sat on the couch, scrolling through TikTok filters. It was one of those lazy nights where Marshall was deep in his notebook, pencil scratching against paper as he worked on lyrics. He was locked in, his brow furrowed, lips occasionally moving as he mumbled lines under his breath.

She loved watching him like this—how his focus seemed unbreakable, like nothing else in the world existed except the words on that page. But, she also loved messing with him!

“Hey, Marshall,” she called, trying to keep her tone casual.

“Mhm?” he murmured, not looking up.

“Can I take a picture of you real quick?��

He sighed but waved a hand. “Fine. Just don’t make it a big ass production, alright?” He scribbled a few more words then sat his tools down.

Y/N smirked. “Of course not.”

She flipped to the new TikTok filter she’d found—one that made your nose comically oversized. She adjusted the angle, framing him perfectly as he sat there with his usual serious expression. Y/N thought a video might work better. So, she hit record. The filter did its magic, inflating his nose to cartoonish proportions. Y/N clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.

“Y/N?” Marshall raised an eyebrow.

“Almost done,” she said, her voice shaking with suppressed giggles. She quickly stopped the video. Barely keep it together, she watched the clip of him with that ridiculous nose while he was none the wiser.

“Y/N, What’s so fuckin' funny?” he asked, his tone suspicious now.

“Nothing,” she said, snorting as she tried to hide her phone.

Marshall wasn’t buying it. He set down his pencil and gave her a look, finally breaking his concentration. “Let me see.”

“No way!” she said, scrambling to hold the phone out of his reach, but Marshall was faster. He grabbed the phone with one hand and put her in a playful headlock with the other arm. His brows furrowed as he took in the video, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything.

Then he blinked. “What the... fuckin'.. Fuck is this?”

Y/N couldn’t hold it in anymore. She burst into laughter, nearly falling off the couch. “It’s a filter! Look at your nose! Oh my God, you look so serious—like you’re about to drop the hottest diss track!”

Marshall stared at the phone again, his expression deadpan. Then, without warning, he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You’re a dick.”

“I had to! It was too good,” she said between laughs.

He sighed, handing her back the phone. “Just don’t post it anywhere, alright?”

“Of course not,” she promised, still grinning as she uploaded the photo to TikTok (Friends Only, of course.)

---

The next morning, Y/N woke up to her phone vibrating nonstop. She squinted at the screen, groaning at the bright light, only to see a flood of notifications. Her stomach dropped.

“No…” she whispered, sitting up in bed.

“Y/N!” Marshall’s voice echoed from the living room.

In her gut, she already knew what had happened. She hurried out to find him sitting on the couch, holding up his phone. His face was a mix of disbelief and reluctant amusement.

“Care to explain why the internet thinks my pointy ass nose is about to expode?” he asked, tilting the phone toward her.

Y/N peeked at the screen, cringing. The photo had gone viral. Someone had screenshotted it, and now memes were everywhere.

One had the caption: "The way you shake it, I can't believe it. I ain't ever seen a nose like that!" Another read: ��Marshall Mathers has Big Honkin Nose Energy.” And, of course, #BigNoseShady was trending.

“Oh my God,” Y/N whispered, her face burning. “I—I only posted it to my friends! I didn’t mean for this to happen!”

Marshall rubbed his face, shaking his head. “Y/N, you can’t be this bad at technology.”

“fuck, I swear it was an accident!” she said, panicking. “I’ll delete it right now!”

He waved her off. “Don’t bother. The internet’s faster than you.”

Y/N sat down beside him, mortified. “I’m so sorry. I’ll fix it somehow.”

Marshall looked at her, and for a moment, she thought he was genuinely upset. But then, "Did I get you?" a grin broke across his face. “payback's a bitch isn’t it.” he said, laughing. “This might actually be the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Look at this one—” He showed her a meme where someone had photoshopped his filter-enhanced nose onto the 8 Mile movie poster. It read: “Mom’s spaghetti…and Dad’s nose.”

Despite herself, Y/N laughed. “Okay, that’s actually pretty good”

Marshall leaned back, scrolling through more memes. “Look at this—they put my nose on the Mount Rushmore presidents. I’m up there with fuckin' Lincoln now.”

Y/N relaxed, her embarrassment easing. “You’re not mad?”

He shook his head. “Nah. it’s giving me ideas.”

“For what?”

“Next album,” he said, smirking. “I’m naming it The Nose Knows.” He joked.

"oh god, please don't!" Y/N groaned, laughing as she buried her face in her hands. “I’m never living this down, am I?”

“Probably not,” he said, pulling her close.

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑼𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑺. all sentences have been taken from the showtime drama, the tudors. change names, locations, pronouns as you see fit. this is a redo of another meme.

“Without knowledge, life is not worth having.”

“I have come here to die. I die a Queen, but I would rather die the wife of Culpeper.”

“One day I shall lie beside you again, I promise and we shall sleep together for eternity.”

“Your Majesty's life is far too precious to be put at risk against such a common rabble.” 

“Of course, if you choose to go, you'd be like a lion among wolves.”

“My friend, if all ambassadors were beautiful women I'd be serving my country day and night.”

“You hate him like a scorpion. And why? Because he would not satisfy your ambition.”

“Diplomacy is nearly always settled by such proximity.”

“I call Mary my English mare, because I ride her so often.”

“You are a poet as I am a woman. Poets and women are always free with their hearts, are they not?”

“There's something deep and dangerous in you, Anne, those eyes of yours are like dark hooks for the soul.”

“As a humanist I share your opinion. As a King, I'm forced to disagree.”

“Though I love Your Majesty and I'm loyal to you, in every way, I cannot disguise my distress and unhappiness.”

"I should only ever tell the king what he ought to do, not what he could do. For if the lion knows his own strength, no man could control him."

"Blessed lady, Queen of Hearts, there will be even greater crowds than these to welcome you when you return to London."

"For every scholar that votes for you...I could find a thousand who would vote for me."

"You and I are both young, and with God's grace, boys will follow."

"You have no one to blame but yourself for this.”

“I was a true maid without touch of men. And whether or not it be true, I put it to your conscience.”

"Seduce me. Write letters to me. And poems, I love poems. Ravish me with your words. Seduce me."

"I have never known another man....and nor would I ever want to."

"If I had to choose between extreme sorrow and extreme happiness, I would always choose sorrow, for when you are happy you forget about spiritual things, you forget about God.But in your sorrow, He is always with you."

"Chastity? You talk to me about chastity when you have a mistress and two children, your Eminence."

“This, I vow, that my eyes desire you above all things.”

“As a humanist I have an abhorrence of war. It's an activity fit only for beasts yet practiced by no kind of beasts so constantly as by man.”

“What if the King doesn't know what's in his best interests?”

“If you want to keep the love of a prince, this is what you must do: You must be prepared to give him the thing you most care for, in all the world.”

“Lady Anne is so beautiful, it is the duty of every man to love her. Of course I loved her, but from a distance.”

“You treat me so unkindly and in public neglect me.”

“My only satisfaction is that in frustrating you I hasten your fall from the King's good graces, an outcome I desire above all others.”

“Mistress Boleyn, you should not abuse the Queen's honor with such language!”

“He was a lion in my defense. Now he will die ashamed and alone in a prison cell.”

“Then here's the truth. You must shut your eyes and endure  like your betters have done before you!”

“Don’t you know that I can drag you down as quickly as I raised you?”

“I am more convinced than ever that he is the agent of Satan. If I could, I would strip him from the King's side- and burn him.”

"I know of no Queen of England but my mother. And I will accept no Queen but my mother."

“If the King's mistress would intercede with him on my behalf, then I would be grateful."

"Lady, you must know how beloved you are to the people—as was your mother before you, God rest her soul."

“I'm a lot older than I was when I first knew you. And wiser.”

“have no heir. The Tudor Dynasty, all my father's work, finished, and it's MY fault!”

“He will tire of you, like all the others.”

“You know perfectly well what the King desires and what he shall have.”

“You can't have 3 people in a marriage!”

“I am surprised to receive such a request from such a wise and noble man as you.”

“ I am but a poor woman, lacking in both wit and understanding. How am I supposed to respond to such a request made to me out of the blue?”

“I know what you are trying to do, but do not think to take the King away from me. Let him play with you. Let him give you gifts. But he cannot give you his true heart.”

“I make you this promise. When we are married, I will deliver you a son.”

“I was wondering if you'd like to become my mistress.“

“The brat is now officially a bastard.”

“Everything will change for her. That kiss is her destiny and fortune.”

“People of England, your King is unharmed!”

“An important question, whether it is better for a king to be feared or loved.”

“I do imagine there are some at court who would like to see the Queen replaced.”

“Lady Bryan, if I cannot please the King, will he kill me?”

“For he who possesses the heir to the throne will very soon possess the throne itself.”

[sage-way]

hey how prophets work in my book

(it’s kinda interesting i would read it if i were u)

um I tried my best to explain but also I did write this at like 3am and if anyone’s interested I have more things to talk about not just about prophets but like the storyline and world building I would gladly talk about it ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They can interpret prophecies ANY way from just writing it down to making a tile mural

they don’t just see great prophecies they also see random stuff like what the baker will eat for breakfast in 20 years

most prophets don’t really have limited Vision they can see basically everything that will happen but they’re only allowed to tell people about certain events

because they have no limit they do understand memes and quote vines and make jokes about things that happen in the 1700s that no one understands

the Prophet is the god in control of what becomes a prophecy or not so even if they know something is going to happen and will be awful they aren’t allowed to tell anyone

Prophet usually doesn’t care if his children warn about something or lets a little future knowledge slip out and lets them make minor prophecies and such BUT if there is a big prophecy they aren’t allowed to breath a word of what will happen about the event except what is the actual prophecy

when you become a prophet you become Prophet’s child no matter your heritage but of course there are many prophets that actually are his kids like biologically

his kids don’t call him Prophet they usually call him dad or Solskinn his god name

god names are what the gods have been named but they have the names that the mortals call them such as Solskinn being Prophet

prophets are great advisers because they can’t straight out tell you what’s gonna happen but if you’re at war they could go like “you know it would be much wiser to attack from the other side hint hint”

there is only one prophet at a time well one official prophet the successor can be alive and spitting out predictions but they are not officially a prophet

because of this they have basically no limit on what they can say so if the official prophet makes a great prophecy and people are confused the non official prophet can be like “ur gonna die that’s what it means”

most have a ‘friend’ that helps remind them what time period they’re in because it’s easy to forget such as prophet-YEET friend- buddy remember the year is 250(bce) not 2020 ok? this friend also help protect them from harm and is never to far away

while giving a prophecy some will go into a dazed or trance-like state making them very vulnerable that’s when the friend really protects them

a great prophecy can take a few hours to a few days to deliver because not only are they witnessing what will happen they are also talking with Solskinn on what they can and can’t say as well as trying to put it in a way that make sense to mortal minds

Clothing and stuff

Beads-so there is this necklace that a prophet wears once they become official (the time my story takes place there are already several layers of beads) it is made out of gold wire and the beads come in all shapes with different symbols on them(all are about the same size tho) these beads were made out of bone from every prophet before them

once a prophet dies the successor carves a chunk of bone out of the previous’ root of power and leaves it in Solskinn temple overnight and the next day it’s shaped into a bead-it’s assumed that the dead prophet told Solskinn what they wanted to look like and then he shapes it for them

all the prophets are Solskinn children but the ones that are biologically his their bead isn’t just normal white bone color it’s like a marble between bone and gold(cause they’re half god)

Root of Power- so a prophets power comes from everywhere-the world, people, the gods- but also themselves and they can channel their power or feel it flow through them stronger in one area

It sometimes relate to how they deliver their prophecies so if they sing it then the Root would be the throat but if they paint it it could be their fingers you get the idea (it can also just be a random place)

prophets wear loose flowy clothing because it helps them connect with the world

they typically wear white with a accent color usually something cheerful and they have golden jewelry/accessories example: belt with suns carved on, dangle earrings, rings, etc…

besides the beads there is another thing passed down (officially they pass down stuff like interesting rocks they found and a cool ring you get it) it’s a cloak that comes down to about waist level and it’s a nice golden yellow and has a sun on the back with stars surrounding it and patterns around the edges it has a hood

Kinda like a cross between these two

ok that’s all I have today um this might be badly written cause I wrote it at 3am and if anyone’s interested or confused about something tell me and I’d GLADLY explain and yap at u about it also wow can’t believe u read all that

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2024 Annual Fic Review

Guess who's back, baby!! Wrote a lot this year and I'm pretty happy about it. Anyway, I did a write up with the usual questions on my dw page HERE.

Or you can read it below: (where tumblr has shot all my formatting through the head, so dw is preferred)

Destiny (1)

Seven on high - Andal/Cayde-6

Hornblower / Temeraire (1)

Off the Starboard Bow - Archie Kennedy/John Granby

barter

Team Fortress (23)

It’s all sniperspy, unless noted otherwise.

thrifty

All bite

No bark

ARMSTOPPER - Engineer/Spy

Critical Provocation

Happy Hour

hindsight

positive reinforcement

Tell You Everything

Conflict Resolution

Get This Feeling, Feel This Static - Engineer/Medic, Sniper/Spy

Last Stage Fashionalism - rule 63-verse

Part 2

Part 3

Various Ficlets/Prompts:

Gun Maintenance

Fluffy

Domestic

Yuri

hypnotic

ostentatious

Idle

Post comic 7 ficlet

just might come crashing

Top Gun (2)

Been Told

rings around

I’m in the not so unique position of where I wrote at least 4 of the fics at least 75% of the way done 13-15 years ago, which is a huge chunk of words. I would estimate 12k written over a decade ago. The Top Gun fics were leftover WIPS from last year. Minus 20k words in total? So more like 71k. Which. Still a massive amount for me.

Total number of completed stories: 26

Total word count: 91,005

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted?

I published 1 fic last year and it took all I had in me. But, privately, I wrote a bunch of OC stuff. I definitely blew myself out the water this year. I don’t think I’ve ever had that much output in a loooong time.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?

Bruh. Team Fortress 2 after 14 years of moving on. I’m still fervently shipping sniperspy—and I’ve always been a same fraction girlie. Not much has changed with how I think of them but now that I am older and wiser and better at pwp… I know they’re both bottoms. I know it in my heart. I think the me from 14 years ago would be pretty pleased that I can now write decent pwp (or I just don’t care to be self conscious about it anymore).

What’s your own favorite story of the year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you happiest?

lol, I love all bite to pieces. It was fun to write! Truly joyous. I answered this question on a tumblr meme so here’s the answer:

I was on an absolute mission with that one. Knew what I wanted, from top to bottom. Wrote it VERY fast. I love how it flows; it’s easy to read, easy to understand the dynamic. (At least, for me.) Sniper bottoms. Spy bottoms. They’re both extremely clear with what they want, and aren’t, like, blushy-shy about it. There’s a lot of characterizations I crammed in as well and, tbh, the jokes still make me chuckle. (Awoo, biscuit, and LET’S TEST THIS PUPPY OUT, being the top three.) That fic was all for me, HAHA!!

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

I wouldn’t say it was a risk… but I feel like I really showed my ass with just might come crashing. I think it’s an indulgent fic, which is not inherently bad, but I wasn’t going to post it. It started as a collection of somewhat melodramatic scenes that I didn’t plan to make cohesive, didn’t make a plot other than “they go up to the mountains and don’t even hang out with each other for the majority of it”. I drew a lot of scenery inspiration from my own mountain trips.

Admittedly, I don’t much like reading “I Love You” confessions in fic, especially during sex. I wanted to play around with what I would consider…. a neat confession, of sorts. Mind you, this is only the tip of the iceberg with that fic.

Oh, and something I learned from all that… I truly believed this was written pretty poorly for an audience (that wasn’t me!). I didn’t think it would get compliments, like, at all. LOL. Imagine my surprise by all the nice things people took the time to say, haha. So thank you to everyone who did take the time.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the New Year?

Nah. Just keep chugging along, I guess. I wanna finish foresight, and I wanna write more not-so-sub-but-yeah-he-likes-it!sniper. u_u

My best story of this year

Ooh, a toss up between ARMSTOPPER and hindsight. Unfortunately, my thoughts on hindsight have kinda been tainted by the follow up I’m trying to push though so I think hindsight is a bit of a pain in the ass atm, but ARMSTOPPER also had that same kind of suffering. ARMSTOPPER made me take the biggest victory lap, while I reread hindsight more often just because I do like it a lot.... both of them have Spy suffering so maybe that's the real entertainment for me.

My most popular story

Critical Provocation has a baffling amount of hits to me. Well. Not baffling. But it sure is funny. Thrifty actually has the most kudos as of now, but not by much, and it was written earlier in the year.

Critical Provocation was something I knocked out in, like, two days. Because I saw a funny tumblr shitpost, and also I was determined to write Sniper as a bottom, but not… like… being shy about it? I’m not super into extremely shy-blushy-mewling sexually inexperienced bottoms, especially with Sniper. idk, I think Sniper would really put on a gameface about it. Then I think it’s a really cute narrative payoff when he does break. That’s just my two cents. Anyway critprov was fun to write. I’m glad people enjoy it. perhaps the people also long for confident bottom!sniper..... :/c

Story of mine most under-appreciated, in my opinion

Oughoguh it’s not anyone’s fault but Off the Starboard Bow is another one that I’m super proud of but it combines two very niche Age of Sail fandoms that are quite…………….. quite old. I think it’s nicely written, fun, and true to voice. I miss writing for Temeraire. Granby is also a fun character to write for. Things are always happening to him, all of the time. He should be able to suck dick in peace. Archie also deserves to get his dick sucked. rip archie kennedy you would have loved to be granby's normcore boyfriend.

Most fun story to write

I’ve said this with all bite already so my second choice would be Happy Hour, which I sorta wrote buzzed on martinis and melatonin during an 18 hour flight to South Korea, where I didn’t sleep for 48 hours (had to take a third flight to Jeju). It was the only thing keeping me sane on that wretched plane. I had a woman digging her feet into my thighs so ironically when I do reread the fic, Spy going apeshit on the other spies was just me channeling the same violence, and I think of that unhinged plane lady often.

Editing that fic was wild, let me tell you. There’s so many post-dinner minific parts because I wrote the concept of them on the plane. I wish I saved a screencap of an early draft. Utterly incomprehensible.

Most Sexy Story

Thrifty? I’m not sure on this one. I wrote a lot of oneshot PWPs and all of them have sexy scenes, but I think thrifty hits that spot of having adequate build up throughout the fic, with all the flirting and whatnot, and like.. the payoff sex scene, which I think it is very cute to write sniperspy being super into each other and not so fussy with the physicality of it all (just the emotional). Spy especially putting himself in a less dominant position but still being in control is fun.

Oh. I just remembered gun maintenance as well. Conceptually, that was pretty hot. (gun puns....) Non-explicit build up is what I enjoy writing a lot.

Story with the single sexiest moment

positive reinforcement. Another fic inspired by a tumblr shitpost but

Sniper leaps from his chair, grabbing Spy by the face, thumb and forefinger circling over Spy’s mouth to shut him up. Spy jumps, surprised into reaching for Sniper’s wrists, but it’s been a while since Sniper touched him, and the burning stare is enough to make him freeze in place. Sniper gives Spy’s face a little shake for emphasis. He leans down, fingers digging into Spy’s skin through the mask. “Then. Figure. It. Out.”

lol. I love sub!sniper with all my heart but in those moments when I write him calling the shots, I do have fun with twisting the dom/sub dynamic around. I mean, what’s cuter than teaching your normally calculating attack dog the command to “go feral” on you? :’)

Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story

Nah. All my fics are in the category of “I’m Not Surprised”. hindsight, in fact, was such a ME fic to write. No one should have been surprised about me writing this kind of time travel fic.

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters

LMAO, I GUESS THE FIRST TF2 FIC I WROTE AFTER 14 YEARS? barter? I wrote it, got a bit dissatisfied with falling into “oh spy of course gets on his knees and sucks sniper's dick” trope and so I was like… I’m gonna turn the dom/sub dynamic around a bit. and wrote it twice?????? i don't claim to be reasonable. but i think i did make it clear that Spy was running the show the entire time.

Hardest story to write

ARMSTOPPER TOOK ME 14 YEARS TO PUBLISH. Prior to this year, I had not open the document since 2015 but the creation date was 2010. That file has survived three computer changes, all my years of uni, 10 years into my career. that's my teen child. i can get it a drivers permit.

On a more serious note, ARMSTOPPER’s unfinished state was due to a lot of high expectations from myself at the time, combined with me just drifting away from TF2 around 2015. I got into other fandoms! I also wasn’t a deft enough writer to fully pull off with what I thought I had to write. ARMSTOPPER was supposed to be long and plotty with a sex scene, confession, and courting. And I didn’t know how I wanted to end it at the time. And so it languished!

Years later, I opened it back up again and thought what I had written was still good. I’m not sure if it’s really noticeable, but there’s a distinct shift in writing in the middle of the fic where I simply continued where the early 20s me left off. I think towards the later half, it’s just a bit snappier and the narrative humor is sliiiightly different but I think I was able to emulate my older style of writing, which is a wild thing to say, haha.

I also had to pull out an unbelievable amount of meme jokes from the fic. There is a “Deal With It” falling sunglasses meme gesture Spy does at the very beginning and in my heart of hearts I knew I could not totally rewrite over it.

Most disappointing

(puts my hand on ur shoulder) Those Aren’t Posted.

But!! Honorable mention goes to rings around — where I forgot to write an entire scene (THE ENDING I PLANNED?!?) and posted the fic, panicked, and had to, at great speed, write that missing scene in. WHICH IS WAY THERE WAS A WEIRD TIME SHIFT EPILOGUE AOUGHGOGH MY GODDDDDDD. I wrote a different ending (with Carole), which I did not initially plan because I completely forgot my original ending (with Ice). Incredible work, by me. What a blunder. Other than that, I very much like rings around. It deals with my favorite time travel themes of guilt, longing, and a character looking into their future and just simply hating it because they end up being happy, LOL.

Easiest story to write

Critical Provocation. I saw the shitpost “griping and complaining on it” and a demon possessed me. I slapped that one down quick since I was looking for any excuse to write bottom!Sniper being on the inexperienced side but totally up for it. Wrote out the banter I wanted (WHICH SOME ENDED CUT, THEY WOULDN’T SHUT UP ENOUGH TO GET THEIR DICKS OUT..), and then the rest fell into place, thank god. It was a very Point A to Point B type of writing experience.

Fun bonus fact: I have mulled over a pillow-princess!Sniper follow up but I genuinely think I’d write it in such a way where it’d be more like restraint kink than being pampered. Idk, imagine they attempted it and found it lacking.

Biggest surprise

Bruh. TF2. all of them.

But, more seriously just might all come crashing, which I will get more into in the next question. I’m not surprised I wrote it, I’m just surprised I published it since I tend to not post stuff I find embarrassing, lol. That fic was really supposed to be for my own practice and entertainment.

So… what I mean to say is…… JMCC was written …… from the heart and … (grits teeth) very sincerely. Not that my other fics aren't sincere but. Like. This one was….. hrm …this was written with genuine affection and earnestness for the ship. And I truly didn't care to put in any more than what I wanted (hence the gaps). I don't think it's very polished, and the pacing is something I did not focus on. I’m a pretty confident writer, so to put something out there where I’m kinda like “lol, that was meant for me to read myself, not for others” is… eh. Kinda revealing, I guess.

Most unintentionally telling story

Right. Here we go. I’m gonna yap at length about just might come crashing. Because I feel like it’s a bit different from the other tf2 fics I put out there. Like I need to justify myself, lol.

I put a lot of boring themes in that one. Career burnout. Now’s-not-the-right-time romance. His-Happiness-Over-Yours. The importance of time away from something or someone you love (a job, a partner). Being perceived in what you think is the most cringiest way possible (gee..). I love dynamics that play with mutual attraction/awareness of feelings, but both participants actively choose to not go forward for whatever reason. It’s emotional purgatory, and that’s fun to me.

It’s my ideal, self-indulgent version of sniperspy; love as a responsibility you're taking on. Love being a cold little cabin you are caging yourself in, with all these monitors and trackers you aren't using. The one time you do, there's a huge truth being blurted out that you can't beny but you're also not surprised by it. And the only surprise Spy feels is his own deep, unrelenting happiness. He disassociates, compartmentalizes, because he knows he’ll choke on it.

All this, and he still lets Sniper go out for days, freely, despite being lonely, because Spy knows Sniper will come tapping against his window eventually. Sniper is an independent spirit, but he also knows the lengths Spy has gone, and that's also daunting—being invested in someone's happiness that might not be in line with your own. I think, in the end, they are two fundamentally different people that just happened to cross paths due to circumstance. If early on they had met other people more compatible.. I mean. I don't think they're each others' first choices. They both know it.

This isn't even addressing the mercenary careers they both have, and there's a high chance either one of them will find the other dead in a ditch eventually (in THEIR minds, at present). To them, being in love is a burden you take on so you make damn well sure it's worth it.

Then, I suppose after all the mutual pining’s been addressed, they’d deal with it in their typical mercenary way, by being absolutely ruthless with it. For them, being in love is a job, one you can also burnout of. These are two people who take joy, pride, and satisfaction from their careers. They are going to care a whole lot. So, you know, other than that being a completely deranged way of thinking, that’s just their take.

(I touch on this in hindsight, the time travel fic when Spy is having a moment and thinks about the work and effort of a relationship.)

Don’t get me wrong, JMCC is a hopeful romantic fic—but there’s a tragic undercurrent to it, lol. I don’t resolve the career burnout. I don’t have them confess directly. They don’t talk about it. I don’t go into the UFOs. I don’t even write an explicit sex scene. They don’t even see each other for the majority of their two weeks in the mountains. At the end, Spy comments on Sniper being intentionally hurtful. Is it mutual? Yes, it is.

Fourteen years ago I wrote all that matters, which I belatedly realize was kinda the prototype for this, the first iteration of that underlying sadness and the work that goes into maintaining a relationship. There's a bookmark comment on it by nik_knak, "Maybe it's just me, but I myself find it rather depressing, even in the end." Haha, they've nailed it even before I did. Funnily enough, it’s also from Spy’s POV; love as extra work you’re willing to take, and you’re just lucky to have that other person return it, and that you might be happy doing it.

So, yeah. That was a telling fic. The most unintentional part of it was me revealing that Spy is my little meow meow. My sweetie pie. My silly pookie. My dipshit clown dolly I like to continuously waterboard in an iced tub just to see him suffer while I put Sniper into the woodchipper but give him a nice mug of hot chocolate afterwards.

Story I’d like to revise

Brother, once them fics are up I don’t touch them. Unless to fix typos or sentence structure.

Story I didn’t write but will at some point, I swear

This will get me blacklisted but I think about a BLU Spy/BLU Scout with RED Spy/RED Sniper comedy hour fake dating situation a lot. Wherein BLU Scout attempts psychological warfare with his sperm donor, R!Spy, by pretending to date B!Spy, who goes along with it because it would be so fucking funny. R!Spy sees through their plan and doubles down, ALSO pretends that he’s SO HAPPY his SON has FOUND a GOOD GUY to DATE and he hOPeS THEy aRE soOoOoO hapPY tOGeTHer.

In the meanwhile, R!Sniper proceeds to reconsider his life choices. Relationships go down the pisser. RED and BLU teams implode. All because B!Scout and B!Spy are fucking and committed to the bit.

And that’ll be the fic.

Closing statements:

Never delete your WIPs. Never say die. If you're not feeling it, put it away. Maybe in 10 years you'll come back to writing and it'll be fun again. Maybe you'll love tf2 again.

Anyway. What a nutty year. I hope to continue the trend! I've got a few more fun sniperspy pwps to finish so I'm actually hoping the first fic for the New Year is either Sniper shaving Spy or being in a maid dress. Who could say. The man contains multitudes.

[spyridonya]

i will be an enabler. “ may i have this dance? “ for sophus and raphael could be fun maybe? 👀

oh my god i have an enabler than enabled me to write over 1500 words for the first time in months, thank you romeo! ❤️ first time trying to write in 2nd person, which normally isn't my thing, but we'll just blame the game's narrator.

sacred romantic raph being an ass moments meme

The uncanny stillness of the eternal gloom seeps into flesh and bones, even under the shelter of lacy moonlight. The sensation of coiling vastness would disquiet any soul, yet you find yourself reminded of the antipeak hours of your home when the wane of the luminescence leaves all to lantern light. This is not an unknown concept to the singular tadpole that remains coiled just behind your eye; you are both creatures of the planes on the most molecular level. The lapping sounds of water are still alien to your ears despite its gentleness, it's the strumming of Alfira's lute from far away that puts you at ease, the lazy notes falling like snowflakes upon your nerves, and the bard none the wiser.

The sound of teleportation makes your tadpole jump, though years of training that keeps you from the startle from rolling down your body, and keeping you still as a stone as the notes continue to waver in the air, the commotion too far for Alfira's attention. But that moment of panic is brief, you recognize the sound of this particular user.

It's not that uncommon of a skill, most arcane weavers can attest the sounds of a teleportation spell are based from it's point of origin. You wouldn't know the difference between the sounds of the Elemental Plane of Water from the Heavens, but you know the sounds of the Lower Planes. You won't ever forget the horrific timbre that aches like a soul shredded between rusty gears. 

You knew it long before the cambion set eyes upon you and yours upon him.

You don't give him the satisfaction of turning to him, presenting the solid wall of your back to him, a move that would have your comrades in the Cage mutter as if you had gone addled in the brain-box. An action that would make your current comrades mutter as if you had gone mad. 

The cambion’s steps are slow and purposeful against the ancient wood, making Raphael sound heavier than a man his size should be.

It's an old rage that makes your hand move, and your arms follow as the glaive swings. The weight feels sluggish in your hands, though the powerful muscles of your arms and the twist of your torso carry the motion until the blade just stops at the cambion's throat. Above the blade, Raphael grins, his teeth white against the copper of his skin.

You hate acknowledging how fetching that smile is, as if he were not your elder by millennia in truth and decades by appearance. That coyness is so strange and you find the pulse in your throat is throbbing as if you're the one with blade point against skin.

"Such unfathomable treatment of a guest, my dear boy. One would think you're displeased to see me."

"Whatever made you believe that, princeling?" You grit out; you know he's a cambion but not his sire. But cambions do not become this powerful without some false pride of their mastris on their tongue. You have your notions, but don't speak them.

"Ah, Sophus, you wound me- or have attempted at the least." Raphael chuckles lightly, his hand gently pushing the pole of the glaive from him in a slow arch, and you allow him to do so. Those heavy footsteps creak against the planks of the old dock once more, “You seem most eager to create of me an adversary.” Your gaze is hard as it narrows down upon the human form of the cambion, despite how you lower your weapon.

Raphael stops at his comfortable distance, a sentiment not entirely shared by you as your muscles tense. The cambion does not bring a rhyme to the curl of his lips nor show the flash of his teeth, he merely studies you with that coy gaze of his as darkness shrouds his amber eyes. “What are you here for?” You ask, knowing his old enemy is dead and in the Hells. Suddenly, you remember the child and your hand tightens on your weapon, “Not the girl, not Mol.”

“For all your sharp teeth, little mouse, you forget yourself and your mind. You know as well as me that such investment in a child would never mature so rapidly.” He lifts his arms in a shrug, the motion muscle under the doublet that he wears is noticeable, “Let her grow, let her learn. Isn’t it far safer for her to know the dealings of the law than the grind of the Abyss?” A striking motion of his hand, and his amber gaze meets your steel. “No, no. Do not think that of me. Rather, I came to offer something else.”

You mutely realize that your back is to the water while the cambion’s to the Last LIght Inn. And yet Alfira’s music still floats about you, defying the stillness of the gloom and the tension of your body. Yet, all Raphael does is smile, offering his hand. His fingers look refined, straight, the tendons perfect and nothing like a man approaching his 50th turn of the spire, much less his possible 2500th.  “May I have this dance?”

There’s no humor in the high cheek bones nor his knowing smile, only a curious tilt of his brows. And he holds this pose for a moment, and you think you will out wait him when he realizes what he’s begun. Your mind flickers to Wyll and the rejection on his face as you turn your head from his dance. You rejected a good man, a good person. 

Your arms lift over your head, to return the glaive to it’s strap on your back and carefully you take Raphael’s hand. 

"I dare not ask if you are aware of any Calimshite dance,” Raphael responds and to his credit, he does not leer at the small triumph he’s won, “Such a question would be an insult to us both. However, a Havana based box step may be unfamiliar in name, but perhaps not in motion?"

The cambion's hand is warm in yours, his hand steady on your hip, yours upon his, and blood hammers in your ears as you follow his first step all the while your mind screams to stop.

In no time at all, you are led into a dance as Alfira continues to play to her unknown audience of two. Raphael is right, you may not know the name, but you know the motions and the damnable cambion knows each step - practiced until perfect. 

“In terms of asking a question that would insult either one of us, what are you getting at, Raphael?” You ask quietly, not sure what the tieflings above you in the inn would think of such dance or the intimacy of a cambions warmth not quite against your body. You try not to think of it as well, your mouth straight, your eyes narrow - even if old shames creep into your mind - a moment of wondering if the cambion truly likes what he sees. 

Or what he can harvest from you. 

“A planer-touched greeting to his fellow kin, even if we’re not entirely neighbors.” He replies with that charming grin as he leads you from the length of the dock that stretches over the water and closer to to the shallows that lead up into the Inn. “What is after this grand, heroic gesture of yours? Do you perhaps have a faction in the Cage that would approve of such?” The cambion’s grin stretches, seeing the line on your face, the lowering of your eyes. “I could help you get home… if you wish to go home.”

That is when you stop, that is when you pull away, your heavy steps creaking under you, not trusting the way your body reacts to the question and the way you breathe through your nose. 

Raphael does not look insulted, not ashamed, not even smug with that little curve of his smile. Rather he stands straight and tall, though he barely reaches your chin, and regards you in a way that makes you feel small despite your being far taller and larger. 

You find you want to wipe this expression of his face, hold him down and-

“I do not take silence as a no, little mouse,” The irony of that nickname isn’t lost, “Nor a yes… but an aasimar hiding as a half elf can only keep the ruse for so long, if only to himself. This is not your home, Sophus Firesbane. This place is so alien to your senses and to the powers that call themselves gods offend your sense of fairness.” The cambion takes a step back, then another, and this time you don’t follow, “Perhaps even more than you are offended by me.” And his tone becomes rumbly smoke, “Though I don’t believe you’re as offended by me as you wish you were.”

You don’t strike this time, though your arm aches to move. Once more you glare, “My oath is far more important than your promises.” From all that you’ve learned about fiends, you know how prized a paladin soul truly is to fiendkin. Including cambions with powerful sires never spoken.. 

“That oath of yours,” Raphael shakes his head, the dark mahogany of his hair almost tumbling from its perfect coif. “You’ve a long way in the darkness ahead, little mouse. Perhaps this will be a conversation for another time, if you survive.”  There is a scent of brandy, cherries, and sulfur that sours the sweetness - and the sound of souls being torn by rusty iron gears. “I hope that you do.” 

Once more you find yourself almost alone in the darkness, save for your silent and comfortable tadpole.

[seaprofound]

interview meme

——— character question sheet

▌real name: poseida. ▌single or taken:  married (verse dependent).

▌abilities or powers: water manipulation (no matter the source—such as blood, for example, or even sweat), magic (most notably illusions), healing hands, empathy and emotion manipulation, shapeshifting, transmutation, earth manipulation—and, by extension, metal manipulation as well (so long as there are earth particles within the metal)—weather manipulation, accelerated healing, enhanced condition (strength, speed, durability, agility, and more—with her flexibility being to the point of elasticity), enhanced senses, limited flight (via water wings spell), teleportation, life creation (various creatures—both mundane and magical—and the atlanteans), power bestowal, aura reading, lunar empowerment, forbidden knowledge projection, bioluminescence, telepathic communication (limited to equids and animals tied to the sea), limited precognition, mild omniscience (with relation to her domain), and immortality.

▌eye colour: the blue of the mediterranean sea with sea green swirling in the center (central heterochromia). ▌hair colour: red—the red of a fox. under the sun, the glints of gold that catch her hair makes her mane look like wildfire.

▌family members: kronos and rhea (birth parents); nereus (father figure and mentor); hestia, demeter, hera, hades, and zeus (siblings); many, many children (most of whom are adopted); also numerous nieces and nephews that she dotes on almost as much she does her own children (at least, when they were young). ▌pets: do mortal men count?

▌something they don’t like: people who go back on their word. people who do not know the meaning of the word honor even if it slapped them in the face. deception against an enemy is something she takes no issue with—deception against an ally, on the other hand, she finds far less excusable.

▌hobbies/activities: arts and crafts, tinkering away at new inventions, magic, studying, reading, cooking/baking, singing, dancing, playing music (guitar, violin, drums, trumpet), swimming, surfing, horseback riding, and video games.

▌ever hurt anyone before:  yes. ▌ever killed anyone before: yes.

▌animal that represents them: horse, cat.

▌worst habits: comforting others but neglecting to comfort herself. isolating herself instead of talking to others. similarly, failing to communicate when there’s a problem—a habit that she formed from her days spent as her own father’s servant. the same days that taught her that it was wiser to stay quiet.

▌role models: nereus, hestia, the telkhines.

▌sexual orientation: pansexual.

▌thoughts on marriage/kids: complicated for the former. she resisted marriage for much of her early rule out of fear that she would only get used by someone who seeks to rob her of her power. with regards to kids, though, she has always been fond of them—especially the disadvantaged. the ones who are abandoned or mistreated for things that they cannot help. the unfortunate souls who have done nothing wrong except be born to parents who can't love.

she, herself, was such a child—a lonely, sorrowful child. and, yet, as she soothed her newborn cousin, chiron, for the first time, anger became her—not sorrow. how? how could anyone do this to a child? how could anyone just abandon an innocent infant without a second thought? the unfairness of it all gave her the resolve to better the lives of as many children as she could—whether it'd be by mentoring them, nurturing them, or flat-out adopting them as her own.

a happy child, to her, represents a brighter future.

▌fears: being worthless. not being of use to anyone. being discarded.

▌style preferences: flowing fabrics that do not stifle her nor restrict her movement. clothes that she could hide in if necessary. a color palette that would seem fitting for a deep sea witch: black with darker shades of blue and purple. comfort above all else with little regard for what is currently popular or trending. lastly, a stubborn disdain for shoes—unless they're silly (like shark slippers).

▌someone they love: her wife, amphi.

their love did not start out as a fairytale. po was much too guarded—much too jaded—to offer anything more than pragmatism when she initially proposed the idea of marriage. a partnership is what she called it. a partnership.

amphi gets: the title of queen (and all the powers and privileges that come with it).

po gets: someone to help her bear the burden of leadership.

win-win all around—especially since po did not require that they spend time together outside of the throne room. while not exactly a romantic offer, po did not think that it was a terrible one either. in her eyes, she was making a high-reward, low-risk offer. she even sweetened the deal by saying that she was fine with an open relationship—that she was fine with amphi taking as many lovers as she pleases. the promise of freedom is what po thought she added—so, it surprised her (not to mention stung a little) when amphi fled.

however, they eventually came to an understanding—and, with understanding, came a friendship that slowly blossomed into a romance.

▌approach to friendships: po shies away from them like a hermit crab—but longs for them like a flower longs for the sun. because of her childhood trauma—which made her so accustomed to loneliness—she struggles to make friends (even more so to define what a friend is). she can count on one hand people that she would say she is close to—but she tends not to vocalize that because what if she had it all wrong?

▌thoughts on pie: comforting. not as fun to decorate as cakes but enjoyable to eat. ace with vanilla ice cream. ▌favourite drink: smoothies. ▌favourite place to spend time at: her workshop on olympus.   ▌swim in the lake or in the ocean: ocean. ▌their type: a kind heart. a heart that does not judge others for their appearance nor things that they cannot easily change. a heart that tries to understand rather than immediately judge. ▌camping or indoors: camping because nature always has a way of inspiring her.

tagged by: nobody  tagging: @singofus , @nectaric , @rheaeaseandflow , @storybounded , @takenamiss and you if you see this! can't tag any more people because tumblr is the WORST

[baeyaam]

Evermore. 🌿✨

Sometimes, love comes in, loud and blaring, full of power-unavoidable, like a storm. And sometimes, it hides its face until just the right time, waiting around the corner of life. Of few stories, there was existing love yet hidden, lying in wait for two souls to meet. It is funny how people's paths cross so many times before they actually realize how important they will become to each other. Two individuals can be in the same space, breathe the same air, fill the same corridors, and yet be no more than a momentary concept. They started as a boy and girl who attended the same school but in different grades. They never spoke, not even when they saw each other. Two lives moving parallel, never touching, not even a secret smile, no stolen glances.

However, love has the power to change fate and bend time.

The first words were exchanged years later, over a screen rather than in person. Then all of a sudden, things were different. What started off as merely a familiar face evolved into a homely presence. Messages evolved into late-night discussions, which in turn created a space where spirits mingled and walls crumbled.

It was easy. As though they had spent their entire lives anticipating this moment. However, there will always be challenges in love.. as they all say! Distance can be a really funny thing sometimes.. it can ache your heart, strain all patience, and turn those ordinary moments into extraordinary ones, only because they can never be shared under the same roof. He had moved across the world into a new life, while she stayed behind, taking on her journey. Finally, their paths came together, only to be torn apart by oceans and time zones.

Long-distance relationships are not for the weak, they need faith, commitment, and a deep trust that no buffering video calls or unsent "goodnight" messages can shake. There were times when the silence was louder than words they wanted to say, moments when longing became unbearable, but real love always finds a way.

Somewhere along the line, life took them in different directions, not because the love wasn't there, but because sometimes even the most unlikely connections need some time to stand their ground. He left small, quiet messages to be caught, but conditions would not let the words say it all aloud. She too had her own reasons, the ones that caused her to retreat for a time and step away from him. some time later...

She was back, as if the universe had meant it all along. The years had passed, but the feelings hadn't. It took one message to open that door again, and just like that, they were back, stronger, wiser, and surer than before.

That's the thing about love: if it is truly meant to be, it will always find a way home no matter what.

Now, they have something unbreakable.. something built not just on love but on shared dreams, inside jokes, and the ability to make each other laugh on the hardest of days. Long-distance was mastered. Making virtual dates feel real, counting down the days until the distance would be gone forever..

That's the lesson.

A healthy relationship isn't just about romance, it includes being best friends, hyping each other up like personal cheerleaders, sending memes at the most inappropriate times, and understanding love doesn't have to be perfect, just real. It's knowing on the worst of days, there will always be one person who chooses you, over and over again.

But someday, the distances would not persist, and, one day, good mornings spoke in person replace the late night calls, replaced by whispered talks under the same blanket, an unconfined love story screened and waited. It will all be real and tangible, exactly everything they could have ever imagined.

And on that day, all the wait, all the longing, all the miles in between them would be nothing but a memory. For love, real love, doesn't know any distance. It just is, always there, always present, and forever. Written with ♡ by @baeyaam © 2025 Baeyaam. All Rights Reserved.

[ameliarating]

I got tagged in a fic meme by @veliseraptor!

rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

Most hits: a wiser fool (7,143). I wouldn't have guessed but I should have!

2nd most kudos: lover to your nightmare (375), though the number one (a wiser fool again) has almost twice as many as that. Makes sense, as this fic is way darker.

3rd most comments: Restoration (33). I'm happy that this is as high up as it is as it may be the favorite fic I've written.

4th most bookmarks: Civil Hands (119) - the first non-MDZS/Untamed fic on the list! Basically an oversized character-study of Pete and I'm very fond of it.

5th most words: Knots (7,644), squarely within my comfort zone word count-wise.

Fewest words: Trying Out Brotherhood (and finding it lacking) (489). My first ever fic!

I tag @lu-sn, @stripedroseandsketchpads, and @paradife-loft

[rooksgambits]

ROOKSGAMBITS; this is an INDEPENDENT, SELECTIVE, and PRIVATE SHADOW DRAGON ROOK roleplaying blog. written by bean (they/she). currently most up for DRAGON AGE and BALDUR'S GATE 3 rp. VEILGUARD SPOILERS PRESENT, but i will try to remember to tag them!!!

A STUDY IN: action girl; the anti-nihilist; beware the nice ones; chaotic good; dark is not evil; haunted heroine; jeanne d'archétype; pragmatic hero; soft is not weak; we help the helpless

✑ RULES » ABOUT » VERSES » HEADCANONS » MEMES

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blogroll: @atomiqueen. @heartsdefine. @thanflowers. @thiefscant.

✒ REGULATIONS;

ONE.    MY NAME IS BEAN/BEE. they/she. nonbinary lesbian. i’m 32, neurodivergent, and a full-time grad student with two jobs (so that will take up a lot of my time & energy). I’M WHITE. in the event that i fuck up and/or swerve out of my lane, i invite my friends and followers of color (or fellow white folks who are wiser than me) to let me know. i can and will do better.

TWO.    SELECTIVE AND PRIVATE. this means i’m particular about who i follow and i will only write with mutuals. NOT SPOILER FREE. NO GODMODDING, metagaming, etc. EXCLUSIVITY IS RARE but not unheard of so you can find my mains/exclusives list here

THREE.    I USE PRIMARILY THIRD PERSON PAST OR PRESENT TENSE, though i've been experimenting with second person more. when it comes to verb tense, i'll often check to see what my partner is most comfortable using and go with that. i can do one-liners or multipara threads, but longer things will likely take a bit more time.

FOUR.    I SHIP CHEMISTRY, and i do not force ships because i’m not a monster. i definitely enjoy a good romance, but platonic and queerplatonic dynamics, rivalries, etc. are just as interesting for me to explore!

FIVE.    IF I FOLLOW YOU, IT MEANS I LIKE WHAT YOU HAVE GOIN' ON AND WOULD LOVE TO INTERACT. it doesn't have to happen immediately, just down the line! i'll give most folks at least a week to follow back (thus indicating mutual interest in writing together at some point) before unfollowing. but if i really enjoy your blog/portrayal, i may stick around as a passive follower so long as i am welcome!

SIX.    I PREFER TO BE HARDBLOCKED IF YOU NO LONGER WISH FOR ME TO FOLLOW YOU for any reason. this is so i don't assume tumblr unfollowed you for me and refollow, inadvertently crossing your boundaries. if i suspect someone has softblocked me, i will likely hardblock them myself to avoid refollowing in the future. i am generally quite liberal with the block button, as i'm serious about curating my online space.

SEVEN.    PLEASE DO: BREAK YOUR REPLIES FOR ME UP INTO SMALLER PARAGRAPHS if we write together, as my adhd makes hugelong paragraphs difficult to read; ASK ME TO TAG YOUR TRIGGERS if i’ve neglected to do so (whether i’m following you back or not); LIKE MY STARTER CALLS, send me memes, turn my meme replies into threads (if we are mutuals); SHOWER ME IN PLOT IDEAS and ooc chatter; HAVE PATIENCE with me on all of the above; FEEL FREE TO UNFOLLOW ME at any time for any reason, as i will be reserving the right to do so myself

EIGHT.    PLEASE DO NOT: USE SUBSMALL TEXT or multiple spaces between words in our threads as i find both difficult to read; UNFOLLOW/REFOLLOW to get my attention (it won’t be the kind of attention you’re hoping for); EXPECT ANY KIND OF IMMEDIACY FROM ME IC OR OOC. i love making friends via roleplay, but i’m one smol nerd just trying to have a good time and i won’t stress myself out by trying to keep up with everything at once. just know it’s not personal, and i’ll get back to you as soon as i have the energy.

NINE.    I WILL GLADLY: TAG NSFW AND TRIGGERS appropriately and accommodate those who ask to the best of my abilities (most nsfw will be tagged #usfw with images also being tagged #nsft; triggers will be tagged #trigger tw and/or #trigger cw); WELCOME LGBTQIA+ HEADCANONS; USE MY SHITPOST TAG (#blacklist for less soft nonsense.) on most of my inane ooc content so feel free to block it.

TEN.    I WILL TRY: TO REMEMBER IF YOU DON'T LIKE TO BE REBLOGGED FROM, but please note that I have ADHD and may forget. often and repeatedly. (a bit more info about this can be found here.) if being reblogged from on the reblogging website really bothers you, please feel free to block me as needed. relatedly, i don't really care if you reblog things from me that aren't in-character roleplay posts and/or headcanons. i do think it's polite to reblog a meme from the source if you don't send one in, especially if it's a headcanon meme, but i don't consider it a blockable offense.

ELEVEN.    I WILL NOT: FOLLOW BLOGS THAT DON’T HAVE ANY RULES OR GUIDELINES set up; exceptions to this are reserved for muns i already know aka those whose boundaries i’m already familiar with; FOLLOW MANY BLOGS THAT INCLUDE CHARACTERS from game of thrones and/or house of the dragon, as i’m just not comfortable having a lot of ASOIAF content on my dash; exceptions to this are typically reserved for people i already know and/or multimuse blogs that include other fandoms/muses i’m interested in

CREDITS.    icons / icons / icons / icons / icons

[timothylawrence]

2, 7, 8, 24, 31 for Sunblade

Hi Aisling!!!!! ❤️🫶💛🥹🫂 I’ll put most of this under the readmore!!! Ty 🥺❤️😭!!!

2. What was the first moment where they knew they were in love with their LI?

Hahahahah. Rana. Oh Rana. She denied it until it was undeniable. Until she spends her first night in Rivington laying beside him listening to him sleeply ramble about all the things he wants to show her in Baldur’s Gate… Rana can’t even fathom saying no to him 🥺.

As for Wyll…. Oh god. It’s when he finds her trying to cheer up the kids in the last light inn. some completely random moment where she’s showing them a card trick, hiding half the deck behind her back but they’re all none the wiser. They laugh and the words sitting on Wyll’s tongue surprise him.

7. Favorite Date Activity?

Hehehehe! Exploring! Rana loves to explore and Wyll is more than happy to tag along. I also like to think they enjoy picnics 🥺🫶

8. What are their most prominent memories of each other?

Oh god… Rana won’t ever forget Wyll’s dramatic little meeting, but what stands out even more is their first personal meeting in the grove. Wyll teaching these tiefling kids with so much kindness… it’s a kindness she was never afforded when she was a child.

And Wyll… oh I know he can’t forget that act one scene on the beach. Rana going looking for him, sitting on the shore. The joke but more importantly… the soft kiss they shared 🥺. It’s the first time he’s opened up to someone in years, even just barely, and he can’t quite ever forget it.

24. Is their any moment that happens between them that you know happens and just makes you melt?

Sorry. I like to think they share a tent/bed every night once they do their first dance 🥺!! Rana and Wyll cuddling at night… it makes me melt 😭! I love the idea of wrapping her much smaller frame around Wyll and hanging on tight !!

31. Share anything you would like about the couple!

aaaaa!!! One of my fav screenshots cus it looks like that he asked for no pickles meme

[milesmoerales]

headcanon meme: a knb character of your choice bc i've never watched them and barely knows their names sorry

character headcanon meme: HIMURO TATSUYA ❄️

sexuality headcanon

pansexual, he's def the type of a guy who wouldn't mind kissing anyone in the room. drunk or sober. he literally makes everyone question their sexuality lol

gender headcanon

cis ig? i support genderqueer tatsuya agenda tho!

a ship i have with said character

HIMUNIJI.............

tatsuya is literally the man of nijimura's dream. i'm deadly serious nijimura is so, so gay the first time he saw himuro. bro even has a gay panic the whole time. not to mention they're using a first name basis. holding hands. blushing. the entire kurobas novel replace v: stopping on the way is basically their rom-com, coming-of-age movie that takes place in los angeles california where the main character falls in love with someone he met 5 seconds ago and then something dramatic happened. himuniji's canon novel deserves its own movie, produced by a24 studio, and directed by luca guadagnino. he would love them, fight me.

also nijimura is literally equal to himuro. they're literally the same age, same height (himuro is an inch and half taller but still!!), same interest in sport (basketball and table sports), surprisingly the subject they're good at is maths, they're also equally good at fighting, like both were delinquents in their past (except himuro was WILDER lmao), both are the big brother figure esp nijimura who has younger siblings (with a sick father) and raises 7 kids at the age of fucking 15 is a former captain of generation of miracles so he acts way wiser and more mature for his age, i think whenever nijimura with himuro he could do what boys his age do. being silly. being stupid. he doesn't have to get a little caught up in the role of head of household for a while or being the big brother for his younger friends. nijimura could get his youth back with himuro. also himuro doesn't have to be angst about with nijimura since they match each other's freaks and there's no big gaps between them unlike him with kagami or murasakibara. TLDR they're so fucking funny together. they're perfect for each other.

himumibu, it's another crack pair i like. i love the idea himuro would be so protective to our canon nonbinary queen king mibuchi reo from home of phobic fuckers. they would love going to pride parade together.

a brotp i have with said character

kagami for obvious reasons. himuro is totally the best brother figure kagami has. he may feel jealous of kagami's gifted skills, but aside from basketball, he literally acts like kagami's biological brother. the way he protects him and even drags him into tatsuya's deliquency during their time in los angeles. it's very understandable kagami is so fucking crumbled when himuro said they're no longer brothers after what they did--lying to their parents, fooling the cops, biking to 32 km, going to the forest and himuro wants them to stop being brothers?? be for fucking real, tatsuya!!!! also despite himuro considers him as a rival, kagami still looks up to him. himukaga brotp ftw!!!

murasakibara, bc lbr muro-chin is murasakibara's hotter and cooler step-mom. i love the way himuro dotes on him and literally the one in yosen can handle murasakibara's childish ass. if akashi is murasakibara's og mom who's strict but is actually so fond of him, then himuro as a step-mom spoils him even more to get his attention. himuro is the #1 murasakibara's chips supplier atp

alex, she's like the mom of himuro and kagami.

wei liu, foreigners duo. i always hc himuro is still not familiar with japanese culture and speaks broken japanese despite him being a literal japanese and whenever himuro and liu have a chat, they sometimes get lost in translation. liu also would teach himuro swear/dirty words in chinese.

takao, they def would form a band, doing a bunch of covers of emo bands.

mayuzumi, they never interact in canon universe, but since they're in fujimaki's dream team, i think they would be good friends (since himuro's personality isn't that annoying and mayuzumi can tolerate a person like him)

a notp i have with said character

not really have one..... but im quite not fond of murahimu romantically.

a random headcanon

at this point i believe himuro's parents sent him to a catholic school in akita (literally from a warm place to a cold place how much himuros parents have to punish him 😭) bc each day he strays further from god in los angeles lol like himuro literally picks a fight with guys who are much bigger than him on daily basis, canonically gets along with people from underworld, probably has smoked blunt and drunk alcohol despite being a minor, has fake ids/drivers lisence, makeout sessions every weekend and probably he's the person nijimura lost his virginity to......... also himuro fucks a boy in the ass or any sin he commits while a crucifix and mother mary's statue in his room watching him

also maybe he speaks english in californian accent and misses in-n-out burgers on a regular basis hes just basically a los angeles dude walking streotype lol

general opinion over said character

himuro tatsuya is basically if takasugi shinsuke (and ive's wonyoung) could play basketball, speak english, was a californian, and tall (even taller than tatsuma). he's the inspiration of taylor swift "he's so tall, handsome as hell. he's so bad, but he does it so well." he's the menace. beautiful menace.

in case you need a reference what himuro tatsuya looks like

[chessanator]

WIP Folder Tag Meme

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Thanks for the tag, @kiichu! It's about time this one came around again.

I'll tag @flairina, @jelimore, and @graceisprettygreat.

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Me actually writing:

TUoHS 1 Wake Up, Go to School, Save the World

TUoHS Side Ronpa 2 Here We Go Again

TUoHS Side Ronpa 3 The Worf Effect

TUoHS Side Ronpa 4 The Masquerade

TUoHS Side Ronpa 5 Spanner in the Works

TUoHS Side Ronpa 6 Fade to Black

TUoHS Side Ronpa 7 Sinister Clue

TUoHS Side Ronpa 8 Fair-Play Whodunnit

TUoHS Side Ronpa 9 Create Your Own Villain

I’ll censor the title of the tenth chapter because it spoils the first murderer.

TUoHS Side Ronpa 11 Older and Wiser

TUoHS Side Ronpa 12 I’m a Doctor, Not a -

TUoHS Side Ronpa 13 What Could Have Been

TUoHS Side Ronpa 14 Imposter Syndrome

TUoHS Side Ronpa 15 Celebrity Paradox

TUoHS Side Ronpa 16 Values Dissonance

TUoHS Side Ronpa 17 Doth Protest Too Much

TUoHS Side Ronpa 18 By the Red String

TUoHS Side Ronpa 19 Jigsaw Puzzle Plot

TUoHS Side Ronpa 20 Fridge Logic

TUoHS Side Ronpa 21 Counterfactual Clue

This one spoils the second case murderer and victim, so... censored again! ;-)

TUoHS Side Ronpa 23 Achievements in Ignorance

TUoHS Side Ronpa 24 Science Marches On

TUoHS Side Ronpa 25 Vindicated by History

TUoHS Side Ronpa 26 Cosmic Retcon

TUoHS Side Ronpa 27 Technical Difficulties

TUoHS Side Ronpa 28 Want of a Nail

TUoHS Side Ronpa 29 Values Resonance

TUoHS Side Ronpa 30 All Your Base

TUoHS Side Ronpa 31 Memetic Mutation

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Me planning, and also pretending that I’m actually making video games:

Trial Plans (My main planning document.)

Trial Mechanics (This is where I collect all the stats about how the class trials in the games worked. These days, it mostly serves as a reminder that my first class trial is stupidly long and complex for what’s supposed to be the tutorial mission.)

Free Time Word Count (A list of all the lengths of my Free Time events, so that I can ensure a natural progression and a reasonable but not excessive focus on the Haruhi-canon characters.)

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Me and my characters:

Character Details (My main database of characters, OC, Haruhi-canon and DR-canon alike. Now with a Free Time gift list.)

A profile picture for each of the Haruhi-canon characters I’m using, each of whose filenames is [character’s name].jpg. (When I finally get around to commissioning profile pics for my OCs they’ll go here as well.)

A profile pic of each DR1 character.

A profile pic of each SDR2 character.

A bunch of other profile pics of Danganronpa characters.

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Me (badly) drawing maps:

We now add North 3, two versions of North 4, and a third version of South 3.

South Building Upper Template

South Building Lower Template

South 4 Map

South 3 Map

South 3 Map Tool Closet

South 3 Map Projector Room

South 2 Map

South 1 Map

North Building Map Template

North 4 Map

North 4 Map Incident Prep Room

North 3 Map

North 2 Map

North 2 Map Accommodation

North 1 Map

Gym Map

Gym Map Trial

Clubroom Wing Template

Clubroom Wing 3 Map

Clubroom Wing 2 Map

Map Thingy (My map thingy is important to me, so it's never getting deleted. Never.)

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Me-scellaneous:

TUoHS Stats (Where I obsessively update my wordcount stats)

Misc (My slush file. I started this one when I accidentally wrote a Free Time event in the middle of the second lot of exploration.)

Scraps (A second slush file? It has like one paragraph in it and I don't know why it's there or where it's from.)

Haruhi Yes (Yes, my tumblr icon is still in my WIP folder. No, I still don’t know why.)

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Files not created by Me:

I’ve saved a bunch of notes sent to me by my excellent beta-reader @jelimore in case I need to refer to refer to them again. 19 files worth, as of now.

[benjaycaptain]

20 Qs for fic writers

came across an "anyone who wants to do this" post, so here we go noooo i'm not procrastinating lol

1. How many works do you have on A03? 23 on my old, 18 on my current

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 594,564 orz

3. What fandoms do you write for? descendants mostly on the current ao3, used to be marvel on my old, and now ffvii is working its way onto my page. i've done one offs for jp3, fast and furious, and the 13th warrior. need to finish the tf2 fic. back in my ffn days it was mainly rent with across the universe and spamalot thrown in

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? as of writing this: 1) nothing in this world but myself to protect me 2) friends never say goodbye 3) in time gone by 4) if only 5) i just want our time to be slower and gentler, wiser, free [it's hilarious to me that the second and third most kudo'd fic are for my now notps lmao]

5. Do you respond to comments? i try to, but sometimes i feel awkward if i haven't replied to something in so long and feel like it's too late for me to comment orz

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? oh probably broken truth for sure. i put banner through the wringer in that one

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i feel like most of my fic has a HEA, despite everything lmao

8. Do you get hate on fics? no, not really hate, at least not any more lol mostly it's just entitlement lots of times

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? what kind this says lol non/dubcon, porn with feelings, pwp, kink with feelings. like, what else is there lmao

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? no, not generally. closest i've gotten is writing fic for an rp i was part of lol oh, i mean, i do create pokemon aus of things, but rarely do i actually write anything for them

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that I'm aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? yeah, someone asked permission to translate friends never say goodbye into chinese. outside of that, no idea

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? nope, just done rp within my group

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? ah shit lmao how can you make shipper trash such as myself pick an all time favorite ;-;

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? oh, probably scars. might have to actually go back and mark than as abandoned weh

16. What are your writing strengths? people might say smut, but i think it's dialogue, having the characters speak naturally and believably. the one good aftereffect of being a former theater kid

17. What are your writing weaknesses? description by far. i don't think i can describe things for shit, so i'm surprised when people comment on it

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i do not do this because i personally know i'd butcher other languages. i usually just denote another language is being spoken by doing this, if the pov character understands it: "[I am saying this sentence in German]," he said. otherwise, i'd just say something like "they said something in Language" or just use a few phrases or words here and there cause i am not creative xD

19. First fandom you wrote for? ever? uhhhhh sailor moon or tenchi muyo. the fandom for the first fic i ever posted was rent tho

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? either the gift of paradise or i just want our time to be slower and gentler, wiser, free. both source materials intimidated the hell out of me, but i feel like the tone and voice of the material shines through, brightly at that!

Tagging @descendantofthesparrow @auradon-bore-a-don @dragonwrangler @karenhikari and anybody who wants to do this meme!

[dangooverflowers]

Iruka and Anko with the word "Reminisce" :>

Meme Drabble

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“Y’know, Iruka? I never thought you would warm-up to Uzumaki Naruto.”

“He needs guidance, Anko. The same as any other kid.”

Umino Iruka was not who he used to be in his boyhood. Head bowed-low as he begged on the behalf of Team Seven, Anko considered how life had changed him, changed both of them. They were forged in the fires of trial and difficulty to the point that neither one of them recognized the children in their class photos. It was for the best really. She was wiser now.

“I know. . .You’ve done well, Iruka.”