#yep here's a meme

[thedetectiveofinaba]

Blog Update: On Hiatus for at least 6 months

I'm going to keep this short & sweet: I have no muse for Naoto as much as I had earlier and I have no idea if it's the insecurity of being wanted as a writer, lower energy levels to depression + RL situation or me coming to terms how I'm more drawn towards new genres and games. There's still some spark, but not enough to get any concrete ideas.

So... yeah. I have to put an end to my pseudo Hiatus waffling and pull the plug. I'm going to be on Hiatus until this year's October (Oct. 2024) and will be focusing on my energy levels other stuff what sparks joy in my life. That's things like... yelling about Kamen Rider or watching Kamen Rider series, drawing and writing drabbles whenever I feel like it.

I'm letting my Queue run empty on this all posts in that & most likely emptying my Drafts and askbox before leaving to be able to start fresh. If you want to break mutuals at any time when I'm offline, just sb if you feel like it

I'll be back eventually to write Naoto, but the writer burnout has set for reals and it's going to take ALOT of time to recover. Thanks for making my time in Tumblr Writing Hell enjoyable & worthwhile, I wouldn't change anything on this ^^

[helluva-hazbins]

🧡+ 😌 ( lucifer ovo )

[💘]

The fresh crisp air of a new morning sweeps in past the curtains of a nearby window, far off ambiant sounds of birds and the outside world fill the air; when she wakes he's there, humming with a gentle and harmonious timber to his tone. When she finally meets his eyes, his own features practically melt, surprise turns to a softened warmth, eyes heavy, smile light. His heart jumping and chest dipping, taking dives down his torso and fluttering down to his gut but he's not going to let any of it distract him. Not when the first early morning rays are illuminating her long sweeping tresses and gracing along her entire form, she was glowing in a way he can't rightly look away from and he wanted to admire her, just like this, after the night they'd shared. Just the thought warms him and the words flow out freely.

"Pardon the way that I stare

there's nothing else to compare

the sight of you makes me weak

there are no words left to speak

but if you feel like I feel

please let me know that it's real

you're just too good to be true

can't take my eyes off of you"

He's brought his hands to cup her face on either side, warm, delicate, holding her cheeks as he gazes, and he only wants to look deeply into her eyes, a sense of true connect waiting there for him, smiling he closes the space between their lips, slowly allowing the moment to overtake them, each movement natural, free. A steady rythym quickens, slowly his forked-tongue slides to meet hers, an eager flicking, once, twice untill it smoothly rolls along with her own tongue's motions. Breaking the kiss only to quickly meet and lock them again.

[thranduilswifesblog]

Me : *clear my throat* hei Galadriel! Do you know what happen in aqualonde in the year-

Celeborn : *back handed me across the room*

[shirogane-oushirou]

me: i think i'm gonna try to log off for my mental health ^_^

me: and by that i mean spend multiple days straight cleaning out my very first tumblr blog so i can back it up bc tumblr utils keeps getting stuck halfway through <3 <- dying and perishing and passing away

[doomxdriven]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?

ruined by fury

you are angry. you are angry and everyone knows it. the fire within you will not die, cannot die. for if it dies, you wont have a reason to burn. your rage simmers close to your chest, it boils near something you wont touch. you are angry because it is easier than anything else. you are angry because you choose it over pain. you are ruined because you cannot feel anything but your own ire.

[amber-isnt-a-precious-stone]

lab gothic

I remembered the old gothic trend and I was in the lab on Halloween night and I'm just channelling that unsettling vibe tonight:

The postdoc who never seems to leave the building. Morning or night. You blink, and he's there. You blink again, and he's gone. You wonder when he was out in the sunlight last.

The bacteria misbehave on purpose. Just ignore them, they despise being genetically modified. Kill them with industrial strength detergent when they offend you too badly

There's beeping coming from the lab. An alarm? You follow the noise but it stops. You find a centrifuge on. You open it. It's empty

The washed-up glassware pile stacks up higher and higher, you barely blow a gust of air in its direction as you walk past it and it tumbles and smashes, glass scattered on the lab floor. You find the broken glassware box with a sigh as you tidy it up

Someone seems to be playing a prank. Your lab book keeps moving from wherever you set it down. You put it on one bench, it appears on another. You should get to the bottom of it but you're already so busy

You put on your lab coat but it's at least 4 sizes too big. You check the collar and it's not yours. Yours is gone.

[justalittleauthor]

alright, let's share some rats, I've heard they're delicious. you can have some expired twinkies?

Part 1 -> Part 3

[aparticularbandit]

Due to the persistent amount of hate I have been receiving over the past nearly two months, I will be instituting some general ask box principles in terms of what asks I will - or, rather, won’t - be answering.

First and foremost, I will no longer be answering asks regarding the following:

G!P and my views thereof

RPF and my views thereof

Specifics on: 1) My gender labels 2) My romantic/sexual orientation 3) My age

These are not new boundaries, but I figured I would list them here.

I will be adding to this list when/if more topics come up.

Second, I will no longer be answering asks that respond to other asks.

What this means is that (with one potential exception), if someone sends in a question regarding, for instance, my views on, I don’t know, calico cats and someone else pulls a quote from it critiquing said views - I’m not going to answer it!  If you want to remark on something I’ve said in a reply, answer it on the original post itself.

There are a couple of reasons for this:

It keeps the discussion all in one logical place, so I’m not cross-referencing multiple posts or following links to earlier posts or, on occasion, answering multiple asks related to the same post.

It should hopefully cut down on the bad faith asks, given that most, if not all, of them have happened on anonymous.

I suppose you can still send those asks in; I just won’t be answering them.

Emoji anons are the only exception to this.  However, as before, I can still choose to answer those or not at my discretion.

Hopefully, this will help alleviate some of the issues I’ve been having over the past nearly two months.  If not, I may return to this and modify it.

We’ll see.

[sparrovv]

I'm so tired rn I just read assess as asses

[godblooded]

@asteritm asked :  “ i was kinda surprised you called, thought you disappeared again. ” / FAITH

gotta pop a brow at that, question it, but not question it, too. the chosen second stuffs her hands in her pockets and kicks a rock. the rock arches, and it whizzes way off the street and clangs against a street sign. knows when to be ashamed of herself, but mostly because-- well, she’s a fuck-up, right? real big mess. 

“ my b. ”

picks a hand up in the air like she’s waving hi when in reality faith’s talents always for byes. but she knows when to be embarrassed. even if nobody believes that. 

“ could i come-- pop a squat for a couple? i was in the neighborhood, yo. ”

[thebibliosphere]

So, anyway, I say as though we are mid-conversation, and you're not just being invited into this conversation mid-thought. One of my editors phoned me today to check in with a file I'd sent over. (<3)

The conversation can be surmised as, "This feels like something you would write, but it's juuuust off enough I'm phoning to make sure this is an intentional stylistic choice you have made. Also, are you concussed/have you been taken over by the Borg because ummm."

They explained that certain sentences were very fractured and abrupt, which is not my style at all, and I was like, huh, weird... And then we went through some examples, and you know that meme going around, the "he would not fucking say that" meme?

Yeah. That's what I experienced except with myself because I would not fucking say that. Why would I break up a sentence like that? Why would I make them so short? It reads like bullet points. Wtf.

Anyway. Turns out Grammarly and Pro-Writing-Aid were having an AI war in my manuscript files, and the "suggestions" are no longer just suggestions because the AI was ignoring my "decline" every time it made a silly suggestion. (This may have been a conflict between the different software. I don't know.)

It is, to put it bluntly, a total butchery of my style and writing voice. My editor is doing surgery, removing all the unnecessary full stops and stitching my sentences back together to give them back their flow. Meanwhile, I'm over here feeling like Don Corleone, gesturing at my manuscript like:

ID: a gif of Don Corleone from the Godfather emoting despair as he says, "Look how they massacred my boy."

Fearing that it wasn't just this one manuscript, I've spent the whole night going through everything I've worked on recently, and yep. Yeeeep. Any file where I've not had the editing software turned off is a shit show. It's fine; it's all salvageable if annoying to deal with. But the reason I come to you now, on the day of my daughter's wedding, is to share this absolute gem of a fuck up with you all.

This is a sentence from a Batman fic I've been tinkering with to keep the brain weasels happy. This is what it is supposed to read as:

"It was quite the feat, considering Gotham was mostly made up of smog and tear gas."

This is what the AI changed it to:

"It was quite the feat. Considering Gotham was mostly made up. Of tear gas. And Smaug."

Absolute non-sensical sentence structure aside, SMAUG. FUCKING SMAUG. What was the AI doing? Apart from trying to write a Batman x Hobbit crossover??? Is this what happens when you force Grammarly to ignore the words "Batman Muppet threesome?"

Did I make it sentient??? Is it finally rebelling? Was Brucie Wayne being Miss Piggy and Kermit's side piece too much???? What have I wrought?

Anyway. Double-check your work. The grammar software is getting sillier every day.

[city0f-dreams]

Tag Dump 1: General Things

[thestarfishghost]

holy shit i convinced someone to get into Touhou... somehow maybe I should finally get into Touhou after putting it off for like,,, a decade LMAO

[joshisepic2222]

so uhhhh weird totally random question... were there any 2023 tumblr memes?

Yep, much fewer but here is the list:

Sorry About your boyfreind

Speaker for the house vote

Bug race

The second great Sexyman poll

#cecilsweep

holy shit, we actually have the nofly list. holy fucking bingle. what?! :3

The Tumblr woman and lady polls, vriska Sweep

Vanilla extract

This Barbie is

Hyper specific polls

The fake Homestuck Kinney Murder pool party

The Barbie Arrests

r/196 refugee crisis

@amtrak-official

Women are my Favorite Guy

Mole Interest

The _______ Brothers

Loud Sound Wednesday

Goncharoversary

[erineas]

Day 4: Free space 💕

...

I took the meme too far. The only context you'll have is that I joke about my bed like this.

Here's a little bonus:

(Yep, he stuffed the second pillow in his ribcage)

[reliquice]

THE REAL IMPORTANT CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS PART 2

@unavernales​​ has asked for ROY:

what’s their favorite dish to cook?  favorite dish to order out?

describe their dream vacation.  would they take anyone or go alone?

↳    ∿  answered by┊” the blue blood ‘

— roy doesn’t cook, and for simple reason. if he did it we would be left with a mess and burnt or poorly cooked food. before his embrace his favorite dishes were chilled-marinated pork &  grilled lobster tails w/ lemon & herb butter. if any menu’s he came across served these type of dishes, he’d know exactly what he wanted. while he wishes he could taste these dishes again, the urge for vitae is much more prominent. & the taste of such a substance can never be replicated. which leads to one simple response now that he’s dead, mortals.

  — roy spends most of his time alone, so he wouldn’t need anyone unless they were his lover. his dream vacation would be a cruise out in sea, bathing in the sun ( if he were mortal ) & spending time at fancy restaurants. if you saw him out an about on deck, he’d be reading one of his favorite books out by the sea, & accompanying him would be a Margaretta and poorly applied sun screen upon define abs. but ever since his undead life has came into fruition, he’d only be seen out at night, staring at the stars, listening to the waves crash against metal below him & wishing things were different.