#( me reblogging memes instead of doing drafts? absolutely! )

[pathos-logical]

How to Keep Doing Descriptions (from someone who does a fuckton)

Plain text: How to Keep Doing Descriptions (from someone who does a fuckton)

This is a list aimed mostly at helping people who already write IDs; for guides at learning how to do them yourself, check my accessibility and image description tags! I write this with close to two years of experience with IDs and chronic pain :)

Get used to writing some IDs by using both your phone and your computer, if you can! I find it easier to type long-form on my laptop, so I set up videos and long comics on my phone, which I then prop up against my laptop screen so I can easily reference the post without constantly scrolling or turning my head

I will never stop plugging onlineocr.net. I use it to ID everything from six-word tags to screenshots of long posts to even comic dialogue! On that last note, convertcase.net can convert text between all-caps, lowercase, sentence case, and title case, which is super helpful

Limit the number of drafts/posts-to-be-described you save. No, seriously. I never go above 10 undescribed drafts on any of my four blogs. It doesn’t have to be that low, but this has done wonders (italics: wonders) for my productivity and willingness to write IDs. If I ever get above that limit, even if it’s two or three more, I immediately either describe the lowest-effort post or purge some, and if I can't do that then I stop saving things to drafts no matter what. No exceptions! Sticking to this will make your life so much easier and less stressful

My pinned post has a link to a community doc of meme description templates!

Ask! For! Help! Please welcome to the stage the People’s Accessibility Server! It’s full of lovely people and organized into channels where you can request/volunteer descriptions and ask/answer questions

I make great use of voice-to-text and glide typing on my phone to save my hands some effort!

Something is always better than nothing!!! A short two-sentence or one-sentence ID is better than no ID at all. Take it easy :)

If you feel guilty about being unable to reblog amazing but undescribed art, try getting into the habit of replying to OP’s post to let them know you liked it! This makes me feel less pressured to ID absolutely everything I see

This is a sillier one, but I tag posts I describe as "described" and "described by me." When saving to drafts, I never preemptively tag with "described by me," since for some reason that always makes me feel extra pressure and extra stress. Consider doing something similar for yourself if that applies!

I frequently find myself looking at pieces of art which feel like they need to be considered for a bit before I can write an ID for them, and those usually get thrown into drafts, where the dread for writing a comprehensive ID just builds. Don’t do that! Instead, try just staying in the reblog field for a bit and focus on the most relevant aspects of the piece. Marinate on them for a little; don’t rush, but don’t spend more than a handful of seconds either. I find after that the art becomes way easier to describe than it initially seemed!

On that note, look for shortcuts that make IDs less taxing for you to do! For example, I only ever describe clothes in art if they're relevant to the piece; not doing that every time saves a lot of time and energy for me personally

Building off of that, consider excusing yourself from a particular kind of ID if you want to. Give yourself a free pass for 4chan posts, or fanart by an artist who does really good but really complex comics, whatever. Let it be someone else's responsibility and feel twice as proud about the work that you can now allot more energy to!

As always, make an effort to find and follow fellow describers! It’s always encouraging to get described posts on your dash, and I find that sometimes I'm happier to ID an undescribed post when the person who put it on my dash is a friend who tagged it with "no ID"

TL;DR: To make ID-writing less stressful and more low-effort, use different devices and software like onlineocr.net and voice-to-text, limit the amount of work you expect yourself to do, and reach out to artists and other describers!

#i have no idea if there's a real audience for this post but this is a genuine list of things i do to help myself out #i hope it can help someone else out too <3 #accessibility #image descriptions #my posts #kay talks #long post #this has been in my drafts for so long i'm exiling it because i can't stand wondering if it's coherent any longer

[xperimentalranger]

How I run my blog

Tagged by: Stolen from the dash Tagging: Do crimes, just don’t let my ranger catch you.

Speed:

As a general rule, I am a slow roleplayer, it all depends on how active the muse is and if I am busy or not. While crossovers are fun, I have a tendency to reply to the threads from the same franchise first and focus on plotted threads. Sometimes I reply fast, sometimes I take whole months depending how busy I am.

It also depends on what character is currently the main muse. For example, Rough was my main muse for a while until he got replaced with the little can opener (affectionate) and thus became more of a secondary muse and is currently, just like the sideblogs attached to him on low activity.

Replies:

As mentioned above, characters from the same franchise and plotted things take priority for me. The way I work on my replies is that I usually let them pile up if they are not from the same franchise, because I don’t necessarily enjoy replaying to just one thing. Then, I will bury myself in drafts and will throw them out all at once.

Since I am busy during the day, I will write notes on paper for the reply if I can find the time and write the reply on there first. Then, at night when I am able to chill I copy what I wrote on the paper to my google docs - work over it, rewrite stuff or just correct any mistakes.

Starters:

You won’t see me making a starter call anymore, or rather, rarely. My go to method is interacting through memes. For some reason, starter calls stress me out. I will write one, people like it and I will be like “oh now I have to think of something and write them a starter” which is weird because that’s why I post them, but I realized that interacting through memes is so much easier for me. That said, I will gladly like a starter call if I see one. I just don’t…enjoy doing them myself.

Inbox:

Oh, I love my inbox more than I like my drafts. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love writing paragraphs because they are so much easier than shorter posts but sometimes, when I don’t want to work on my drafts but still want to write, I like answering my inbox because it’s more chill. Sometimes it becomes a looooong paragraph because I just can’t keep things short, it’s boring for me and I, including my characters just have a lot of thoughts.

It can get frustrating not having a meme to answer when you reblog a meme post, but nothing I will be truly upset over. I understand that sometimes, it might not work for the characters but because of that feeling, I try my best to send memes to others when they reblog something.

That said, I like a variety of interactions and have a tendency to spam other inboxes with memes or just random things. HOWEVER, nobody is obgliated to answer everything, especially since I know I can get carried away. Generally, I try to leave it at 4-5 things in a day. Not that I will send something every day, just when the muse spikes.

Selectivity:

Yeah, I’m strictly selective. Which is either during past experiences or that sometimes I already feel like I don’t click with a person or their writing.

Though the selectivity also depends on the muse sometimes. XR, Charmy and Rough are more outgoing people, so it’s easier to get interactions with them. But for example Savy, Eberwolf, Sierra and Ty are more reserved and prefer interacting with people they can tolerate instead of everyone.

Honest Note: Uhhh...I tend to be wary of people and I am not exactly the best at communication. I know a lot people here think that mutual = friend, but that doesn’t go for me, because it just doesn’t work like that. It requires communication and trust. You will know when I am comfortable around you. When I goof off and talk to you a lot, then I consider us friends, but not when we just met and still need time to get to know each other, which is even harder because I am bad at keeping up with conversations.

I am also a very blunt person, so I understand that this might not be everyone’s cup of tea. I try to be careful where I can, but the direct and honest approach is more my style.

#Out of energy (ooc) #new ooc tag? #new ooc tag.

[buniyaad]

August 23rd - 29th, 2021

Monday, August 23rd - Hero/Villain Swap // Cyberpunk AU

Tuesday, August 24th - Curses // Ancestors

Wednesday, August 25th - Japanese Mythology // Greek Mythology

Thursday, August 26th - Friends to Enemies // Enemies to Lovers

Friday, August 27th - Kingdom Lore // Non-Human Lore

Saturday, August 28th - Freedom // Calamity

Sunday, August 29th - Free Day

ONLY SIX WEEKS AWAY!!!

Purpose?

To increase the amount of and diversify fanworks in the Black Clover fandom featuring canon characters!!

But we have a general Black Clover Week, so why should we participate in this one?

The main purpose of this week is to showcase Tabata’s canon cast of characters through various prompts that are not relegated to the just safe-for-tunglr dot hell environment. In fact, this week will not have a dedicated blog that will be collecting these works. Instead, these prompts are free for anyone to use and publish on their preferred social media, archives, and landing sites (Tunglr, Twitter, AO3, Livejournal, etc). Because it is a non-traditional, non-monetized, and free-to-opt-in casual event, there will be no mods but moi, no advertising of paid services, or participant restrictions.

To reiterate, this event will solely focus on canon characters, and will NOT encourage Original Characters and Self-Inserts as the center of the fancontent. This an opportunity for people who’d like to explore canon characters, dynamics, and relationships to come forth and get their creative juices flowing. Crackshipping between canon actors is encouraged, as well as darkfic, horrorfic, genre-specific work, and other both safe and not-safe-for-tunglr dot hell tropes.

So how does it work?

The release date for works is from Monday, the 23rd of August through Sunday, the 29th of August!

Since this is a create-and-explore-at-will event, creators will be encouraged to write, draw, and create freely. Readers and viewers will be encouraged to engage with whatever content they feel comfortable with.

In order to ensure that both creators and readers/viewers are making informed decisions about what they engage with, all creators must include all triggers, genre specifications, ships, and warnings in their posts so that people are free to opt out of engaging with the work.

All safe-for-tunglr fanfiction should be under a read-more. Safe-for-tunglr fanart does not need to be under a read-more.

Not-safe-for-tunglr fanwork should be LINKED to whatever landing site the content is being hosted on (Twitter, AO3, etc). This includes both fanfiction and fanart. I don’t want anyone getting their blog banned because they forgot tunglr dot hell no longer supports 6k pwp between Vanica and Undine the water spirit.

And last but not least - if you are engaging with any of the fancontent, reblog, reblog, reblog! Share the work with your followers. Send all the love to the creators for crafting their masterpieces!!

What can I contribute?

Fanart (standalones, comic strips, etc.), fanfiction (one-shots, multichapter, etc.), fanmixes, gifsets, graphics, meme collections, fanvids, whatever your heart desires! Go wild!!!

Can I create/write not-safe-for-tunglr dot hell content?

Yes!!!  All creators must include all triggers, genre specifications, ships, and warnings in their posts so that people are free to opt out of engaging with their work. All not-safe-for-tunglr fanfiction, fanart, and multimedia must be linked to a separate landing site (Twitter, AO3, etc.)!!!

Darkfic is allowed! For more information, see this post.

And I reiterate, tag all triggers!!! All of them!!! I mean it, thotties!!!

What does (X) prompt mean?

Each day has two prompts!! You can either pick a prompt OR you can combine prompts in different ways.

For example, for Hero/Villain swap, you can do a traditional swap between a villain and a hero through artwork and other multimedia, OR, you can explore hero-to-bastard and bastard-to-hero dynamics through fanfiction and other multimedia. Let your imagination take you where you want to go with each prompt!! If you want to explore both curses and ancestors in the same fanart/fanfic, then be my guest!!

Both Canonverse and AU content is acceptable! Creativity is key! Have fun!!!

Can I crackship/multiship/harem/OT3/polyam the characters?

Absolutely!!! The only stipulation is that the characters must ALL be from the Black Clover CANON. If you want to write a throuple between Charmy, Henry, and Yami, then heck yeah!!! If you are writing a polycule with Vanessa, Finral, Nozel, and an OC, I will have to respectfully ask you not to participate in the week as the focus of the week are the characters of the Black Clover canon, and the purpose of the week is to increase and diversify fanworks that explore canon characters. Thank you for understanding!!!

Does this have a tag?

During release week, use the general “black clover” tag to share your work with the wider Black Clover fandom on tunglr. You can use whatever other tags you fancy. If you have work you’re not sharing on tunglr dot hell but would like to share with me, feel free to send me an ask with a link to the work!!

I have questions/comments/etc.

Send me an ask or a message!!!

I didn’t read a damn thing before this, Ava.

TL;DR: We’re just six weeks away from posting week!!! Now’s the time to start finalizing your creations, and maybe even draft additional pieces for the event if you’re inclined to participate in more than one day!! Once again, there are NO creative restrictions, but I do ask that you follow these posting tips:

All safe-for-tunglr fanfiction should be under a read-more.

Safe-for-tunglr fanart does not need to be under a read-more.

Not-safe-for-tunglr fanwork should be LINKED to whatever landing site the content is being hosted on (Twitter, AO3, etc). This includes both fanfiction and fanart. I don’t want your blog getting flagged bc tunglr hates bewbs!!!

Provide contents warnings for all triggers, squicks, and genres. Unfortunately, Black Clover fandom has its share of purity warriors, so PLEASE be sure to post warnings for all your fanfiction and fanart, even the tame stuff!!

You can participate in as many days as you want!!!

#black clover #yami sukehiro #fuegoleon vermillion #noelle silva #finral roulacase #2021bcweek #real talk

[soulrph]

About reblogging from the source for memes ... a friend of mine changed their rules because she had so many followers reblogging the meme right after she posted it without sending anything in, ever. Like this went on for months every time she reblogged the meme, and it was always the same people reblogging from the source every single time.. She felt like she was being used as a meme finder instead of an rp partner. What are your thoughts on that situation?

hi angel!! thank you for your patience, and i hope my response helps some bit at all!! so, before i begin, as always, i am not the voice of the dash. i'm just one person. i encourage all my followers to comment their own thoughts on this subject, and i hope that through some opinion or other, there's clarity and a better understanding! so, here we go.

for starters, i can understand where your friend is coming from. this situation adds a further layer to the debate surrounding reblog karma, and honestly i do remember a time where i was in a similar position to her with regards the frustration of it all.

however. we're all different people. for example, i have the memory of a goldfish. whenever i'm on my laptop, i'm buried in the drafts and inbox until i switch it off. i'd forget that i ever reblogged the meme; the number of times, darling nonnie, that i have reblogged a meme, forgotten about it, and five minutes later i see someone else reblog it, think it's super swell, and reblog it again?? embarrassing stuff, but i own it.

and even when i'm caffeinated and i remember reblogging it, i guess i've stopped caring so much. but i also understand that people are responding differently to these situations, and i absolutely appreciate that. i think, to offer my opinion on your friend and her decision to make a rule about it, would be to assume i know everything about your friend, and i don't. if your friend is happy and content to do that, that's fine!! and good for her, too!

but. my post regarding the reblogging from the source was more aimed at those who tag my memes with "do not reblog from me OR the source". i write these memes so that people can interact with one another, break the ice, explore the void, have the craic. i encourage everyone, EVERYONE, to send them to people, especially people they don't know well, because that's why we're here! why would we become mutuals if we aren't going to write together!

basically, i think this question is less about your friend, and about the actions she's taking to improve her experience of the dash, and MORE about the fact that we as a community need to stop being so terrified of each other. we're on tumblr. we're sitting in a blazing trashcan and occasionally sending replies out into the flames. we need to accept that social anxiety has no place in this hellsite!

#cinnanon roll. #ooc. #( mobile. ) #i'm so sleepy and so happy to see this anon! #man i love these questions

[nancysgillians]

17-29 for Glee ask meme!! 💜

Oh wow ok thank you! I hope this is not too annoying to answer all of these in one go. You indulge me so @gorgxoxus​ 💖

17) Favorite canon couple? I mean obviously Wemma. KIDDING. It’s Klaine. 

18) Favorite noncanon couple? I answered with Pezberry for this earlier but I am also going to say that a very strong contender lately has been Quinntina and I blame @kuiinncedes​ and @personalgarbagepile​ for this burgeoning obsession. I want some collegiate Ivy League whirlwind romance story for them thank you. Where’s the fic?

19) Least favorite couple? You know what my absolute least fave couple was Wemma. Emma deserves better. Bring back Carl or make Holly/Emma happen. Hemma?

20) Best friendship duo? I think Blam’s friendship duo was the most fleshed out and I adore them but Kurtcedes will remain near and dear to my heart.  21) Best friendship trio? Kurtcheltana - we really could have had it all with them but we had to get a stupid subplot of funny girl understudy shenanigans to ruin everything. If you’ve followed me you know I reblog everything kurtcheltana. I think I have at least 15 posts with them in my drafts right now. 

22) Least favorite friendship? Puck and Finn (enter your preferred mashup of their names here), they really only had a friendship when it was used for a plot device and I dunno I think they both deserved a better friend. 

23) What ship is totally overrated? Hmmm an overrated ship is interesting, I answered underrated earlier (and below) and followed the underrated canon ships only rule so for this one I am doing the reverse. An overrated noncanon ship that I adore but can admit is a lot would be Faberry. 

24) What ship is completely underrated? I answered this one earlier with Tike so I’ll say another ship that is canon and underrated is Wildebrams. They had something sweet that I liked and though I love Jenna and Kevin’s friendship I would have preferred a Tike and Wildebrams endgame if everyone has to follow the unrealistic you-must-fall-in-love-with-someone-from-highschool trope Glee loved so much. 

25) Ship you used to like but now dislike? I genuinely used to like Quick and honestly I don’t know what flipped but rewatching the series this year twice I just found them blah and want Quinn to live her best life at Yale and not be tied down by her past. Plus as we know from above I am digging Quinntina Ivy League vibes. 

26) Ship you used to dislike but now like? Hmm I am mostly an equal opportunity shipper but I used to dislike Samcedes bc the show ruined Sam so much and I think Mercedes deserves the world. Now I like the idea of them growing up and living these awesome lives in LA and Lima and then eventually getting together later in life. I don’t want them to have Finchel’s original endgame story but I wouldn’t be opposed to something where they are endgame but have really happy midgame romances, lives, and experiences. 

27) Favorite family relationship?  Is there any other answer but the Hudmels?!?! Burt and Carole are everyone’s parents and Finn and Kurt are a brother duo comedy goldmine. 

28) Favorite mentor relationship?  Listen, I loved Isabelle and Vogue.com as much as the next Kurt stan but I have to say that Isabelle wouldn’t challenge Kurt to soar. I think Carmen and Kurt would have been a kickass mentor relationship that the foundation was laid out for in the show but instead we have to give Rachel (523981738) chances and make me resent Carmen a little. 

29) Best vocal duo? Darn this one is difficult because I think when Klaine get a good song or a line I am overjoyed at how they sound but its like 50/50 on if their vocals will be perfect. Meanwhile Artie and Mercedes (Artcedes?) are like everyone’s back up vocals and when they have a song or a section together it is PERFECTION. If you aren’t listening to Amber Riley’s or Kevin Mchale’s music you are sleeping on them. This was way too much fun, thank you! Send me a number/question! 

#glee ask meme #glee #asks #gorgxoxus

[mimzy-writing-online]

Image Descriptions Make You a Better Writer

Writing is a form of art and imagination that can’t be expressed visually the way most other forms of art can, and yet words can fill your heads with images of places you’ve never seen or even considered before.

So reasonably, it’s probably good to practice describing things to people who can’t see the thing you’re describing. and the best way to do that is to learn to write image description.

What is an image description?

It’s a paragraph of text written to describe the image it’s attached to, and it’s written for those of the internet who can’t see the image because they’re blind or visually impaired. Blind/VI people often use screen readers which read all the text on screen for them, but screen readers can’t understand and describe images, so they rely on someone writing an image description down so that blind/VI internet users can understand the image they can’t see.

It’s a form of accessibility, similar to adding wheelchair ramps and elevators for people with mobility disabilities, or adding closed captions to videos for the Deaf/HOH.

Those accommodations make it possible for people with disabilities to share important parts of life with people who are abled. And image descriptions make it possible for Blind/VI people to enjoy the important parts of life able bodied people experience.

And learning to write image descriptions will improve your writing. Here’s why

If you’re someone who struggles to describe the scenery you’re seeing in your head, it might be helpful to have some scenery visually in front of you to describe.

It can be a nature photography image, architecture, people, background setting, anything. Having the image in front of you and allowing yourself the time to describe it effectively and concisely will improve how you describe these images in your writing.

It’s important to note that you should avoid purple prose while writing these, keeping it from being too abstract. There’s nothing wrong with purple prose and if you enjoy writing it than by all means run wild with it. But, it makes things harder to understand, so avoid it in image descriptions.

Writing image descriptions for memes is a different experience.

Memes are abstract images and it takes knowing the context to understand the joke. And memes are evolving every day. We have a dozen new memes every month and they have their own evolution.

So you’re describing an image to someone who’s never seen your meme, and you have to learn to explain the context in a way that makes sense. It’s not like describing a tree or a building, where the person listening to these image descriptions has some experience with the tree or building and can use some sensory memory to fill in the gaps.

Eventually you learn how to describe images in new ways, how to introduce new and abstract concepts to someone who hasn’t experienced that type of humor much.

And having some experience explaining new, abstract concepts might be helpful if you’re trying to explain some unique world building context, I’m just saying.

Writing image descriptions for screenshots or articles, tweets, and other social media will teach you how to explain all the necessary information and prioritize what your reader should know first about what there is to see. Which, again, when in writing you should learn who to prioritize which details come first and how to build on them. These are probably the easiest images to describe, so they’re a good place to start.

The real reason why you should write image descriptions?

It’s accessibility. You’re literally providing someone a chance to join in on the experience of this post by including the image description. People who rely on image descriptions are left out of the loop when entire conversations are based on just one image that they can’t see and have no context for.

If you’ve ever used Tumblr on mobile and you see post after post where images won’t load due to data limitations, then you have a small idea of what it’s like to be left out of the loop on these posts.

There’s a screenshot of an article headline? Great, but it looks like a grey box to you, so you don’t even know what the headline says, just that people are arguing about subject headlines, timing, politics, and semantics.

There’s a screenshot of a tweet, but it’s a grey box to you so you don’t even know that it’s a tweet. All you see are the lines of people adding things like “queen” and “slay” and “ooh, tea” but again, no context for why everyone likes this image. Or they’re roasting the person in the screenshot, but again, you don’t even know that it’s a person.

That is the best way I can explain the experience of being left out of a conversation to sighted people. You have everyone’s reactions, but not what the conversation is about. Sometimes you don’t even have a reaction, just a series of eight grey slides that have no context added.

How to write an image description:

Most image descriptions are put in (paranthesis) or [brackets] and usually begin something like this:

(Image Description: photo of a grey and white kitten on a tree branch, looking at the camera with blue eyes. The kitten looks calm and unworried. End Image Description)

[Image Description: Distracted boyfriend meme. Distracted boyfriend is me, checking out re-rewriting parts you’ve already finished (the other girl) instead of looking at parts that still need to be written (the upset girlfriend) End Image Description]

[I.D. Screenshot of an article headline from The New York Times that says, “Jeff Bezos set to make another 100 billion off Amazon slave labor.” Author, Guy Steves. Includes photo of bald Jeff Bezos in a three piece suit and a second photo of a 40 million dollar mansion. End I.D.]

Please note, the above New York Times article is fake, obviously, I just made that up off the top of my head.

I don’t have photos, but those image descriptions get the idea across without the photo, don’t they.

Final Note:

I understand if you don’t want to add image descriptions all the time. I feel that way too. There are a lot of things I think about reblogging and then don’t because the image description is too much for me, like very long twitter threads or comic strips for example.

Most of the time, if I have an image I want to reblog, I put it into my drafts folder and add an image description and some tags before I toss it out into the void of tumblr.

An option you have is to go through the notes and look to see if someone else has already added an image description and you’ll reblog from them.

One thing you should absolutely not do is find an image that already has an image description and find a way to reblog or repost without the image description. It’s fucked up and I don’t respect anyone who does that. I don’t know why that happens, but I’ve seen people do that and it upsets me.

Thank you to all the people who express support to this blog and to the image descriptions. I’ve had wonderful bloggers add my image descriptions to their original post, I’ve had them reblog the original post (because there was a response they didn’t want on their blog) and copy/paste my image description with credit given. You’re all wonderful and I appreciate you.

#writing community #writing advice #writing tips #accessibility #writeblr #image descriptions #my post #my advice

[ohwereusingourmadeupnames]

Sorry Not Sorry

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark  Warnings: none - Pete is 20ish. There be smut, though.  Summary: 

Peter Parker runs a really popular Iron Man fan account on Twitter. One fine day, he accidentally posts a photo meant for that fan account on his official Spider-Man Twitter, instead.

Read it at AO3 here.

Getting home from class, Peter pulled his laptop out – a saucy smile on his face. MJ, the absolute perfect wingman, sent him the first sneak leaked from Tony’s latest Iron Man photoshoot with TIME Magazine during the last ten minutes of his Biophysics lecture and it took everything in him not to ditch the rest of his professor’s oh so exciting set of PowerPoint slides to rub one out in the bathroom. Swinging home with a hard-on tucked into his pants wasn’t exactly the definition of a good time. Dr. Simms had the greatest timing, though – the mention of a quiz during the next class saving Peter from having to embarrassingly excuse himself. Tucking his phone back into the pocket of his jeans, Pete forced himself to focus and get through the rest of class. He only needed to make it five more minutes – then he could swing as fast as momentum could carry him back to his small studio apartment where privacy was the name of the game.

His skin already felt flushed from the brief glance he allowed himself before pocketing his phone. The few minutes it took him to stealthily get to the roof, get his mask on, and web home from NYU’s notorious physics building felt like torture. More than once he mistimed his swings and had to accommodate with a well-aimed strand against a lower building or lamppost. Settling on the ground a couple blocks from his building, Peter used the last few steps to collect himself – to get in the zone and pull his fanboy pants on once again. The ability to see Iron Man in the flesh was a thrill – Peter as Spider-Man earned the man’s respect long ago. Yet, there was nothing like the secret fantasies he’d been harboring over the last few years as Peter Parker himself, a simple 20-year-old with a good old-fashioned boner for the beautiful man behind the brilliance that was Ironman.

With the laptop sitting on his legs, Peter started his ritualistic perusal of all the emails and forums. Since he’d been running an Ironman fan account for years, he got pretty exclusive access to new material courtesy of the connections he’d made freaking the fuck out about all things Iron Man and Tony Stark. Like so many times, his inbox was filled with links to Tumblr posts already putting the images into eloquent image collections – each one he scrolled by showing that patented Tony Stark sexiness.

This particular shoot made Tony look raw – the use of black and white enhancing the man’s natural ruggedness that made him so damn irresistible. One in particular stood out in each set – his heart pounding hard when he finally decided to click on it. They were obviously in the lab – the place not only cool but insanely aesthetically pleasing and recognizable. Tony’s shirt was of a lighter material, the shadow behind him enhancing the glow from the arc reactor that could be seen through the shirt. Though the image didn’t have any color in it, Tony’s chest illuminated life – the pulse of the arc reactor something that was hard to ignore. The Iron Man helmet was tucked carelessly under his arm – a faraway expression on the older man’s face. Whoever the photographer was got so many bonus points for the a-plus framing – the whole image was absolutely stunning. Without much thought, Peter clicked the little hearts on each post, his fingers carelessly reblogging the sets he liked the best and saving the rest for later. What fucking right did Tony have being that goddamn stunning?

He managed to find a singular still of his favorite photo to save to his phone, the image immediately going into a Twitter post with a typical ‘I’d let him fuck me’ caption. Most of his followers weren’t on yet, so he saved the post for later – not noticing the fact that he didn’t change the profile he saved the draft to. He could already see the threads, the excitement and wet seats from the beauty of these photos, the comments and retweets that would keep his phone blowing up for hours. For some reason, the action on his I Heart Iron Man account was way more important than anything that happened on the official Spider-Man account. That one was heavily monitored by one Pepper Potts and he rarely got any creative freedom when it came to the things he was able to post for the world to see. He usually received an email with a photo attached and a pre-planned caption – one that was both politically correct and wholesome enough to keep his friendly neighborhood superhero persona alive and well. He understood the necessity – the current age of social media was like the jungle and a single mistake could take down an entire pride. Being attached to The Avengers came with a bit of added pressure – but he listened and did what he was told – Spider-man was a good boy.

Peter Parker on the other hand, well, he’d been cooped up behind the mask for too long – and stuck in a lab with the single hottest human on the planet, of course. Upon being discovered by the man a little after his eighteenth birthday, Peter and Tony fell into an easy camaraderie. The older man appreciated his brain and recklessness – though he’d never admit to the latter. Working together through his internship with Stark Industries got him a little closer to the actual man himself – and Peter liked everything about him. His brilliance felt tangible – Peter able to feel Tony’s thought process when they were pushed up against one of the lab tables together, the web fluid code spread out on the holoscreen in front of them.

When he got an idea about something, Tony couldn’t be stop, slowed down, or deterred from the course. Many times, Peter watched Tony go from a raw idea to a solved puzzle in the matter of a couple of facial expressions. It made Peter want to clap his hands in excitement and pull the man flush against him all in one breath. He didn’t take into account, when he started getting to spend time with both Tony and Iron Man, that the difference between the two would soon be hard to discriminate – and his attraction became twofold.

Since getting to know the man behind the mask, Peter thought about putting his Iron Man fan account to rest a few times. Tony Stark, who Peter knew considered him a friend, deserved a lot more than the ‘fuck me, Tony’ memes he’d been known to create in his spare time long before he knew anything other than a schoolboy fantasy. Twitter told him just the other day that his account celebrated its fifth birthday – an accomplishment in and of itself in this day and age. The couple times he came close to finally getting rid of it, he found himself scrolling through the many, many – way too many posts he’d made over the years – inevitability unable to pull the trigger and actually delete the account. He figured, since the images could still pull such a reaction out of himself and others like him, well – what could it possibly hurt?

In all his time as the moderator of the fan account, he never once gave himself away. Despite all of the people wanting to be friends and meet in person – Peter managed to keep his identity and the anonymity of the account secure. Mainly because the only personal opinion he ever let anyone see was the one that said, ‘I want Tony Stark to top me & I don’t care who knows it!’ At the end of the day, that singular idea seemed to be more than enough for most people scrolling through his content. There were so many things he juggled on a daily basis – he couldn’t imagine what being caught out worshipping the man he’d come to really know and appreciate would be like.

Over the past couple of years, Peter tried his best to gain the respect of all of The Avengers. Despite being eighteen and technically an adult when he joined them, each member looked at him like a kid, or their younger brother they needed to protect. Little by little, he felt the acceptance from most of the group – Steve and Bruce were surprisingly in his corner relatively fast. The one person he craved to be seen for the man he was couldn’t decide how he felt on the matter. Tony could be so carefree, especially when they were in the lab together or joking around after a particularly good patrol. Tony could also be very protective and turn on ‘dad-mode’ just as easy. A part of Peter wanted to believe the other man cared for him so much that his protective nature couldn’t be helped. Though, the man was Iron Man – he spent his life getting into situations to protect other people. Whatever the deal was, Peter didn’t really know where he (not Spider-Man, the heroes were too close knit after so many battles together) stood with Tony Stark – so pining from a distance would have to do.

All of the excitement of freaking out with all of his fellow Iron Man fans made it easy to neglect the time. Glad for once that he listened to his instinct and didn’t decided to rub one out in the NYU bathrooms, Peter took his time enjoying each and every one of the photographs. Most afternoons left a little bit of time between coming home from class and heading to SI – a time in which Peter usually did the little bit of homework he usually had. Today, his routine went out the window the second he got his laptop open and the images on the screen. It didn’t make sense – how much attention the photos were getting from him. As he clicked through each one, he felt more and more – arousal at first, then something… different.

For whatever reason, this spread decided to highlight the man in the mask without the mask on – like the world needed more gratuitous pictures of the gorgeous Tony Stark (okay, it did – it really fucking did.) The lack of a full connection to Iron Man in the photos made Peter really think about how much of Tony Stark actually went into the superhero. Spider-Man was Peter’s alter ego – the mask kept him safe and allowed him to face recklessness head-on without a second thought. The principles that guided Spider-Man very much belonged to Peter Parker – but the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man was an entity of its own. The more Pete thought about the differences between Iron Man and Tony Stark – there weren’t many that didn’t have to do with the abilities of the suit. When the mask came off, Tony didn’t stop being Iron Man. It only took two years of getting to know the man to truly understand.

The haze of his realization and the fog of arousal that’d been collecting in the room slowly pulled Peter under – he let his left hand move away from the computer screen, his fingers skating across the fabric of his shirt until they settled on the button of his jeans. It didn’t take much to get the button undone, the zipper coming down easily a couple of seconds later. A soft sigh left his lips when the pressure he’d been staving off finally let up a little – his cock finally able to breath for the first time since leaving class. For a few minutes, he let himself continue to tease the tips of his fingers over the bulge that pressed so nicely against the front of his black Calvin Klein’s. Flipping through the photos a couple more times, Peter found a set of his favorite picture in a couple different tones – the heat he felt making him fist his cock, the material of his briefs already wet and humid. He let a soft moan leave his lips – the younger man finally letting his fingertips trail under the waistband, the skin-on-skin contact almost too good.

He clicked on the last of the photos in the set, Peter still hung up on the original – the black and white something he never knew he needed in a photo. The way Tony looked in it, Peter could almost imagine that same stare when he looked up and caught the older man looking his way. That thought sent a rush of heat to his middle – the precum pooling in his boxers starting to saturate the material, his cock literally dripping. He couldn’t resist wrapping his fingers around the head, the pad of his thumb smearing the liquid around.

It didn’t take long to imagine the look in Tony’s eyes actually being directed at him, the faraway look replaced with one of hunger and desire. Tony wouldn’t be shy about the way he wanted, either. Peter could only imagine how he’d pull his smaller body flush against his own – taking control of the situation without a second thought. He spent a lot of time thinking about how Tony would kiss, the man was so talented at everything – it would only make sense that Tony Stark was a world class kisser, too. When kissing became too much, he thought about the older man wiping all of the things off the desk behind them, picking Peter up, and having his wicked way with him on the flat surface. Oh, to feel the heavy press of Tony’s chest against his own.

The apex of the coiled heat in his stomach quickly approached – the Tony and Peter of his fantasy were sans clothes and happily rutting together on the table. The heavy drag of the older man’s cock would be overwhelming – each pass of the skin of it against Peter’s own trigger-happy dick bringing him closer and closer to the edge. A hitch in his breath brought Peter out of the fantasy, brown eyes watching as his own hand moved under the tent of his briefs. His skin felt like it was on fire, the heat inside him consuming every nerve ending before finally settling in the depths of his balls – the swell of it boiling over and bringing Peter along with it. He kept a slow rhythm going until the oversensitivity became too much. The spidey senses were a hell of a thing when it came to stimulation – many times overwhelming him from all angles. Coming down, Peter pulled his hand out of his pants, the stickiness making him chuckle. Only Peter would jerk off in the comfortability of his own home without getting out of his pants – at least he did his own laundry now.

It didn’t take long to get cleaned up, a quick wipe of his soiled briefs and a change of pants had him ready again in no time. Which ended up being a good thing – when he came out to check his phone, he noticed several text notifications and a missed call from Tony. His eyes bugged when he saw the time – he was hella late. So late, in fact, that he was surprised Iron Man himself wasn’t banging at his window. Sucking in a breath, Peter unlocked his phone to call Tony back, although, he didn’t get very far – Tony’s name popped up before he could get the app up. He swiped his thumb to answer the call, getting it before the first ring could finish.

“Mr. Stark, I’m so sorry. Time got away from me – I’m on my way, now,” Peter got out, the words immediately coming out of his mouth before Tony could get a word in edgewise. He inadvertently worried the man, the sheer amount of texts and calls showing that. The least he could do was be gracious and get his ass to work as fast as he possibly could. Pete heard Tony let out a sigh on the other end of the line – the older man obviously more relieved than mad. “Fuck, Pete – I got a little worried when you didn’t show up. I asked Friday to check in with Karen – but you weren’t wearing the suit, either. I don’t want to tell you how close I came to putting on my suit to come find you,” Tony tried to keep his tone light, though his words spoke louder than any feigned nonchalance could. “Glad you’re safe, kid,” Tony said, the words completely genuine. “I’m okay – sorry I worried you, Tony.” Peter smiled at his own words, then quickly disconnected the call with another promise to be there soon and get there safely.

Peter couldn’t keep the grin off his face when he thought about how well he actually knew Tony Stark. He knew the other wasn’t far from using the suit to make sure he was okay or find him if the case called for it. Though, the fact that he spent all that time fantasizing and getting off to the other man’s photos remained – so the joy of the feeling wasn’t… entirely pure. Shaking his head, Peter got himself into gear – his feet carrying him around the room at a record pace. The walk to the roof was quick, his energy renewed now that he’d handled the burn eating him up since Biophysics earlier and he was about to spend the next however many hours elbows deep in nanotech goodness with a person that was quickly becoming his favorite. Before pulling the mask on, Peter pulled his phone out and shot Tony a text.

Peter Parker [6:30PM]: Swinging your way. Peter Parker [6:30PM]: See you soon, Tony.

He smiled at the use of Mr. Stark’s name and let the joy from before settle in again – he felt good and intended to enjoy it. Clearing out his programs, Peter noticed he left the post from before sitting in his drafts. That wouldn’t do – especially since the world deserved to see the sexiness that was Tony Stark as Iron Man. And the world expected I Heart Iron Man to comment on something this monumental. He absentmindedly pulled the draft up and posted it – the younger man not bothering to make sure he posted to the right account. Pulling on his mask, Peter grinned to himself and started to run, his feet carrying him at a high speed off the edge of the roof and into a flawless swing – that was always the best part.

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It felt invigorating, flowing from web to web throughout the gorgeous backdrop that was New York City. Before being discovered by Tony and later invited to join The Avengers, Pete spent many nights simply enjoying the fact that he could see the city from this perspective. Between battling muggers and making sure innocent people remained safe – Peter’s work was cut out for him, and the simple moments were really what made it worth it. He didn’t speed through his city swing the same way he did earlier that day, that burning desire simmering in the pit of his stomach right now, the need not burning hot and pulsing like earlier. Eventually, Peter landed on the landing port on top of Stark’s building – a soft sigh leaving his lips when his feet settled against the hard surface of the flattop. It took him a second to get his equilibrium back, the boy slightly dizzy for a few moments after stopping the gravity defying movements. He took his mask off then, now steady feet carrying him to the door of the elevator – the penthouse a couple seconds ride away.

Before he could get his hand on the button, Friday’s voice came out of nowhere. “Peter, you might want to move a little quicker. Something happened,” Friday said, the words making Pete’s heart beat a little faster. It didn’t take him that long to get from lower Queens to Stark Tower – he made the swing every day and almost always got it done in a few minutes. There hadn’t been anything noticeable in the sky and he didn’t see any alien technology trying to infiltrate their atmosphere. His eyebrows furrowed as he got into the elevator, the door obviously being opened by Friday - the AI smarter than her own good sometimes. “What’s up, Friday? I didn’t see anything when I was out over the city – I know I would’ve at least noticed trouble.” Peter spoke with curiosity in his voice, the idea of missing something big driving hm a little crazy. “For once, the country is safe, Peter. Have you looked at your phone lately? It seems like something got out that shouldn’t have,” Friday’s voice was matter-fact, but Peter knew if she could, a chuckle would’ve accompanied those words.

Without another thought, Peter pulled his phone from the pocket of his backpack he kept it in when he was otherwise occupied doing Spider-Man things. Clicking the button on the side, his eyes bulged when he saw the massive amount of notifications blowing up his phone. He didn’t understand what happened right away – his eyes catching all the likes and retweets of his latest tweet – but then, holy shit – the tweet being retweeted came from his Spider-Man account and not the fan account. “Holy shit. Friday, how many people have seen this? And Mr. Stark – did he –?” Peter felt like the elevator was closing in him – the ride taking way longer than it normally did. “Mr. Stark gets an alert when any of The Avengers send out a tweet,” Friday answered him truthfully. Peter already knew that – he’d given the older man shit about how close of an eye he kept on them all more than once over their time together. Sometimes jokingly, and sometimes with a malice that only a 20-year-old can bring. The elevator finally settled and for once in his entire life – Peter wasn’t ready for whatever waited for him on the other side of the sliding doors.

Not being prepared was an understatement. There were three bodies waiting for him the second he got off the elevator; Pepper, who looked absolutely appalled, Steve, who had the slightest bit of laughter in his eyes, despite the seriousness of his face – and Tony, who’s expression was the most unreadable. His gut clenched tightly when he took a step closer, all eyes on him. “I can explain – “ Peter started, but his words were immediately cut off. “Peter, this is the dumbest thing you could have done! I knew I shouldn’t have given you access to the official Twitter.” Pepper’s words cut, each one swiping salt into a wound that was slowly opening, the blood seeping from the gash little by little. “You need to delete it – now!” Her eyes flashed at that, the seriousness of the situation not really hitting him until that very moment. The tone of her voice was like Aunt May after he came home with a black eye, though the underlying worry did not exist in this lecture.

Peter didn’t hesitate – the phone was still gripped tightly in his fist from the initial humiliation that hit him in the elevator. Nimble fingers worked over the screen until Twitter was up and the tweet was gone – though millions of people already saw it if the traffic on it was anything to go by. Slamming his eyes shut before looking up at the people in front of him, Peter felt a wash of shame slip over him – how in the world did he look Tony Stark in the eyes now that he’d carelessly revealed himself to the other man. And the way he did it – the comment on that photo did not do his true feelings justice. What a fucking idiot, Peter thought – his hands clenching into fists once his phone was deposited back into his pocket. “I’m so fucking sorry,” Peter finally managed to get out, his head titling up until he could look at them. He avoided Tony’s eyes, though – the embarrassment too real and in his face at the moment.

“We’ll discuss this at a later date. Until then, please don’t post on Twitter at all. I need to go and do some damage control,” Pepper spoke with finality, the arms crossed over her chest relaxing as she started to walk away. “If you’ll excuse me, fellas.” Her heel clicks sounded louder than they’d ever been, each one reverberating around the penthouse – the feeling she left behind like final nails in a coffin. His cheeks still flaming, Peter looked over to Cap – the older man’s arms crossed much like Pepper’s, though the amusement in his eyes hadn’t left. In fact, Steve looked like he wanted to laugh in Peter’s face – the immensity of the situation not lost on the hero. “I don’t even know why I’m here, honestly. I think I wanted to see your face in person. We’ll meet as a group about this some other time – talk about how this might affect the dynamic of the collective,” Steve said, his words sure, the tempo and tone of his voice very much like normal. “Until then, I’ll leave you two be.” The blonde threw a look in Tony’s direction, then followed Pepper’s steps out – a hand landing on Peter’s shoulder for a quick second when the older man passed.

All at once, Peter found himself alone with Tony – the other man’s face still unreadable. Peter didn’t know what to say, the younger man hoping for once that Tony flew off the handle and lectured him. Anything was better than the expression on the older man’s face. “Tony, I – “ Peter still didn’t know what to say, his heart was beating so fast and the entire situation was stupidly overwhelming. He almost wished he could turn and run away, follow Steve’s footsteps and retreat into the elevator – the call of his studio apartment was much louder than normal. Instead of standing there, Peter moved a little farther into the apartment. His feet knew the path so well now – he’d spent more than enough time exploring the marble floored hallways, the rooms with their huge beds and even bigger screens on the wall, the lab and all of its techie glory. Over the past couple of years, this place became home. Hopefully his dumb ass libido didn’t lose that for him – he didn’t really know what he’d do with himself if he suddenly lost The Avengers, Tony, and the place he felt the most comfortable in one fell swoop.

His hands skimmed across the leather of the couch he sat in just the day before – the sounds of The Walking Dead playing in his ears at the memory. After getting done in the lab for the night, Tony nodded towards the couch – the older man obviously not ready for their time to end yet. In the recent weeks, Peter noticed their time in the lab always ended outside of the lab – whether they ate takeout and watched tv or played chess on the really cool black and white checkered board, there was always a bit of time spent outside of the lab. Last night, Tony puttered around the kitchen while Peter got settled on the couch – his brief conversation with Friday getting the series pulled up and their current episode onto the screen. A comfortable silence fell over them when Tony brought plates of fresh eggs and bacon over – both men always ravenous after their time in the lab. That time was so easy and now seemed like a lifetime ago. What good could possibly come from this? Peter hadn’t really thought about what would happen if Mr. Stark found out about the crazy obsession he let play out through a twitter feed.

Though the word obsession seemed a little heavy. When he first started following Iron Man, it was with rapt attention and idolization. He could still remember the first time he saw the hero on TV – the way his heart kind of beat in a way he’d never experienced before, and his palms got a little sweaty. He liked what the name Ironman represented. Then, well – a sexual awakening came not long after that and Iron Man seemed to be the fuel to that fire. For a couple of years, Peter felt himself falling for the illusion of what Iron Man represented. When he actually met the man, the hunger for Iron Man didn’t relinquish, not really – instead, it was replaced with what could only now be called actual feelings. Getting to know Tony made it impossible for him to not be totally in love with everything about him. The fact that he was Ironman only enhancing the deal that much more. He could have easily copped to an obsession a few years ago, but now – well, his keen eye noticed the attraction and the something else that came with it. Whether his friend decided to see it that way or not, Peter didn’t really know.

Footsteps coming closer to him brought Pete out of his memories, the firmness and cool feel of the couch still under his fingertips grounding him, keeping him in the moment now that he could see Tony in front of him. The older man stopped with a couple of feet between them, eyebrows slightly furrowed. “So, I guess we should talk, huh?” Tony asked, sarcasm in his voice evident – though the tone contained no malice, which was both interesting and insanely comforting all at once.

Peter watched as Tony walked around to the front of the couch and took a seat, his scar-specked hand patting the seat beside him until the younger man got the hint and joined him there. The couch was comfortable but, in that moment, Peter couldn’t find a place on the seat that felt right. Maybe that was the feeling of wanting to crawl out of his skin and run away – or maybe it was the guilt that sat steadily on his chest, pinning him uncomfortably to whatever spot he settled on. When he finally forced himself to stop wiggling, he noticed the miles of space between them. Just last night they sat shoulder to shoulder – the feeling something Peter didn’t realize he needed until right then.

His chest felt tight when he pulled in his next few breaths, nervousness running through him. In all 20 of his years, Peter couldn’t ever remember feeling this way. Apprehension, tension, embarrassment – and the worst of all, dread – crawled all over him like the spider that bit him to give him the powers he now wielded so expertly. “Tony, I really am sorry. I never – uh, I never meant for you to even… find out,” Peter started, the younger man not able to exist in the silence that settled between them any longer. Tony turned slightly, his left hip and side pressing against the couch so he could see Peter a little better. He seemed to be paying attention but made no move to contribute to the conversation. His eyes were cloudy, and his expression still sat neutral – the man a pro at poker faces and composure.

“This is pretty embarrassing, but I’ve obviously had a thing for you for a long time. More so now than ever before – and it’s different – but its been there and I’m just really fucking sorry.” Peter felt a little desperate with the last couple of words coming out of his mouth. The weight of how Tony reacted next pressed on him – each pound tangible in the tightness in his chest. Until that moment, they hadn’t made any direct eye contact – Peter avoiding it like the plague. Yet, for some insane reason, he felt a little better when their eyes finally did lock. Tony’s posture relaxed even further, a hand coming up to scratch at the salt and pepper hairs on the tip of his chin – the gesture one Peter knew to be a nervous tick Tony probably didn’t know he partook in. “I can’t say this was the best way for anything like this to come out. Pete – Friday managed to find the account you were trying to post to.” Peter sucked in a gasp, his face coloring to personify the flames that swooped over and engulfed him. How fucking great.

Tony wasn’t finished it seemed, the older man grabbing his own phone – thrusting it into Peter’s hands. Pete didn’t need to look down to see what was on the screen. He remembered each of the first five posts that were visible and hoped the world would swallow him whole. What a way to come out not only to the world, but to the object of his desire, too. “At least you have good taste,” Tony mumbled, the phone settling on the couch between them – the screen still bright, the most recent meme staring back at them both.

Peter still didn’t know what to say – what the hell could he say in a situation like this? Sorry spilled from his lips more times than he cared to think about. Aside from the humiliation, Peter felt a little curious about the calmness of Tony’s reaction. The older man had every right to be fuming – and in any other situation, he probably would have. Tony didn’t balk at opportunities to make his opinion known or tell someone else the way it truly was. The silence was broken when Tony spoke again – “Is the stuff you said true? Is that what you want from me? A little romp in the sheets with your fantasy?” The question was unexpected and totally knocked Peter off balance. It almost seemed like Tony was teasing him, but the sincerity of the question remained – Tony wanted to know.

“Yes – but also no. Iron Man was the dream. The thought that guided me through being a teenager and figuring out without much warning that girls were not on the menu. It felt good to experience excitement with other people about someone I – y’know, wanted. Then I met you and the way we seem to click changed things. The time we spend together in the lab is amazing – you’re the smartest person that I’ll get to work beside. Don’t tell Dr. Banner, though. You talk all this talk and act like you don’t care – but I know that’s total bull shit. You’re a good guy, Tony – no matter how much you don’t want that to be the case. I guess the fantasy turned into something else. I want that, you – but not just that. Iron Man doesn’t come without Tony Stark for me anymore – not when Tony Stark is the best part of the package.” Peter didn’t let himself stop until all the words were out of his mouth – if this was it, he at least needed to walk away having put everything out on the table between them. Considering he didn’t have any intention of Tony ever finding out, his expectations were not high – but a boy could dream.

The hand on his shoulder tightened and Peter looked up to see Tony staring at him – that same faraway look in his eyes like in the picture that got him in so much trouble to begin with. Pete could tell he was thinking, letting all of those words and what they meant process in the recesses of that big brain of his. Then, the hand moved to his cheek, the calloused fingers firm in their pressure against his skin. “You couldn’t just tell me? I know for a fact that a conversation like this could’ve saved a lot of people a lot of headache,” Tony’s voice was filled with humor, the words sounding different to Pete now that he could feel the heat of the other’s skin against his own. Tony shifted until they were close – the hand on his cheek sliding until it cupped the back of his neck. “Next time, just lay one on me or something, okay? No more of that crazy shit – if you’re posting pictures of me, it better be because you took it or we’re both in it.” Tony used the fingers on Peter’s neck to tilt his head until the younger man was looking at him square in the eye. Peter’s breath caught in his throat – the seconds passing by them at a glacial place. “The real thing is much better, anyway,” Tony finished, his lips quirking into a smirk that Peter couldn’t recall ever seeing before.

The distance was easy to close after that. Peter wanted to wipe the smirk off Tony’s face and feel what it felt like against his lips all at once. The heat on his neck from Tony’s fingers was starting to radiate down his back – the tendrils moving until they settled deep into his core, this heat different, running a little hotter than what he felt earlier in the day. Tilting his head, Peter felt Tony adjust too until they were angled perfectly – their lips sealed together tightly. A tongue started to trace at the seam of Peter’s lips, the younger man granting it access immediately. In the time he spent fantasizing about one Tony Stark and all the kisses they’d shared in his mind, he never could have pegged this particular flavor or feeling. He could taste the smoke of the man’s favorite bourbon on the back of his tongue, Tony probably downing a couple glasses the second he got the notification just to soothe his nerves. The delicious flavor layered on top of the booze could only be the man himself – something that was simply Tony. His lips were soft and insistent, the facial hair above his lips exotic in the way it teased across the skin of Pete’s upper lip. Years of experience allowed Tony to explore his mouth seamlessly – and when they pulled back, the look of pure want on the other’s face was unmistakable.

Pete felt his chest heave, the lack of oxygen consuming for a moment while he stared at the man still pressed against him. His lips were tingling, the simple thought that Tony kissed him making his brain feel like putty. The reprieve didn’t last long, though – Tony pressed forward, this time with much less abandon and way more passion. The kiss stared hot and wet, both men passed the point of exploration. Peter felt Tony’s other hand start to drift down his chest until it settled on his hip, the other’s leverage being used to pull him even closer. Now that they were pressed flush against each other, Peter could really feel what was under the suit. His own hands moved restlessly, first taking in the skin of Tony’s cheeks, then down his shoulders and arms – the muscles there firm, not just from controlling the Ironman suit but also all the hours spent in the lab. The roughness of Tony’s fingertips against the skin of his neck spoke of a man that worked with his hands and so did the rest of him.

Peter copied Tony’s move and slipped his hand down the middle of the other’s chest – his palm stopping when he came into contact with the arc reactor. He kept his hand there, the warmth of the unit seeping into his palm – like he figured, it radiated life and energy, even if it wasn’t actually from the unit but the man himself. Pulling out of the kiss, Peter watched as he moved his fingers over the reactor through Tony’s shirt – the thickness of it stopping the glow from emanating, but Peter knew it was there, anyway. “It’s warm,” Peter murmured, his eyes slipping from the motion of his fingers up to catch Tony’s eyes – a hazy lust sat within them combining with something Peter didn’t recognize.

Tony stayed silent for a second, his puffing chest letting the reactor press more firmly into Pete’s hand with every inhale of breath. “Good, if it wasn’t – I wouldn’t be alive,” Tony said back in reply – the hand around Peter’s neck moving until he grasped the younger man’s wrist between his fingers. “It feels a little weird when it’s touched. Like, I can feel your fingers all over me, instead of just over the top of my shirt.” Tony pulled Peter’s hand to him, his lips pressing a kiss to each of the fingers and then his palm. “Want to move this elsewhere?”

The inability to speak had Peter getting up off the couch quickly – he couldn’t believe this was happening, but he sure as fuck wasn’t going to miss the opportunity. He heard a chuckle leave Tony’s lips before the older man got from the couch and followed after Peter. His strong arm wrapped around Tony’s middle, Peter refusing to be parted from the other for too long. Though he never saw the room before, Peter knew exactly where he was headed. The door opened on its own accord; Friday’s technology really was amazing. The next thing Peter knew, Tony was pulling him close and pressing him against the door that was now shut. The older man’s lips were everywhere, the scruff of his goatee burning a path across the cheeks of his face, down his neck and across the bits of collar bone that were exposed under his shirt. Peter let a moan escape his lips, the attack on his skin intoxicating, each press of Tony’s lips or tug of his teeth made his skin prickle – the weight of the door pressing into his back even adding to the entire thing. His hands were uselessly tangled in the fabric of Tony’s shirt – his body under a trance from the bizarre situation and overwhelming stimuli.

Peter did not expect the next thing he saw to be Tony Stark on his knees in front of him, yet when he opened his eyes – the older man was there, his hands tracing over his flanks, lips mouthing over the obvious bulge in his too-tight pants. Then, hazy brown eyes were looking up at him, Tony’s hands catching up to the rest of him, those calloused fingers already working on the button and zip of his jeans. Tearing his glance away from Tony, Peter glanced further down to make sure he didn’t have any embarrassing boxers on, a soft breath of relief leaving his chest when he remembered the white Calvin’s he put on after getting himself cleaned up earlier.

The time for thinking was completely out the window when he felt a puff of air ghosting over the bulge pressing insistently against the front of his briefs. Tony’s hands were quick to pull his pants and briefs down, Peter clumsily kicking his shoes off to help with the process. His cock bobbed in front of the other man’s lips – Tony’s eyes glazing over further when he noticed the slick sitting on the tip of his dick. He was already leaking like crazy, his cock rock hard and balls drawn up against his skin. Tony looked up and caught Pete’s eye for a second before the younger man was nodding, answering the silent question without any hesitation.

The incredible heat surrounding him caught Peter off guard – his head smacking back against the door behind him from the intensity of it. The talented tongue pressed against the heavy vein on the underside of his cock and traced it – Peter moaning at the feeling of another drop of precum falling from the head of his dick. Tony moaned around him then, his fingers circling tightly at the end of Pete’s shaft to pump the last inch or two his mouth didn’t fit around. Between the drag of his tongue and the tight suction passing from the tip down to Tony’s fingers, Peter was a mess against the door in a couple of minutes. He tried to keep his hips from pressing forward, though he didn’t give a shit about his hand’s tightness in Tony’s hair – the other man seemed to enjoy it, anyway. Suddenly, Tony’s hands were gripping his hips, fingers digging into the skin and pressing – pressing until Peter could do nothing other than thrust forward. The need to cum flashed hotly across the front of Pete’s mind, his stomach tighter than tight – every single bit of him drawn up and ready to explode.

“Fuck – Tony, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop,” Peter babbled using the energy he had left to pick his head up off the door and look down at Tony. The older man didn’t let him go, in fact – those fingers tightened on his skin and his mouth moved until only the tip of his dick was in Tony’s mouth. One last hard suck and Pete was a goner – each pulse of release making him call out Tony’s name, his fingers probably brutal in the other’s hair where they gripped. Tony didn’t loosen his grip on his hips, instead using it to keep Peter upright when his knees threatened to buckle. “Holy fuck,” Peter moaned, one of his hands moving to grip tightly in his own hair – the pain of it keeping him grounded.

“Holy fuck is right. Get the rest of your clothes off, Pete. I can’t wait much longer to feel you against me,” Tony’s words were suddenly right by his ear – Peter’s eyes widening when he realized just how close the other man was pressed against him again. Tony palmed his dick, fingers tickling over the sensitive flesh teasingly – “you can go again, can’t you?” The question lingered there, Peter’s shit eating smirk answer enough for the both of them. The younger man quickly stripped, his shirt coming off over his head and then his socks – Peter so glad he didn’t notice before. Tony Stark sucked him off with his socks still on his feet – just like the noob he actually was. Peter practically jumped on the bed, his back settling against the softness of the sheets, the mattress beneath him one of the comfiest things he’d ever felt.

Peter didn’t spend much time thinking about the bed, though – his eyes were drawn to the older man starting the process of underdressing. Like any gentleman, he popped off the expensive watch from his wrist, the accessory finding its way to the proper place on the dresser he’d wandered over to. Next came the belt in his jeans, the leather making a ‘whoosh’ sound as each inch pulled from the loops. Pete felt his chest flushing, the heat in his core once again starting to bubble with arousal. Those talented fingers gripped the edge of Tony’s shirt, the older man slow with the job, the shirt moved inch by inch – each new flash of skin making Peter’s cheeks burn hotter and hotter. What he assumed to be hard muscular arms were chiseled, the definition of the muscle something Peter assumed most people Tony’s age weren’t really able to accomplish. His stomach wasn’t nearly as cut up as Peter’s, but the thick line of hair that trailed down it more than made up for it. Peter’s fingers itched to get caught in the coarse hair there – to pull and tug until he could feel the warm skin underneath. The last and most painstaking piece of clothing to come off was the other’s jeans. He undid the button with just his thumb – the zip coming down on its own – the obvious bulge there much bigger and prominent than Pete’s. He stepped out of them first, each leg being removed, then folded into a neat little pile.

Only then did he let a teasing smirk slip across his lips – the older man’s hand cupping himself through his underwear as he took Peter in, dark eyes roaming. Peter watched Tony give himself a squeeze before slipping his fingers under the waistband of those sexy briefs and pull until they were falling down his hips and onto the floor. “Wow,” Peter muttered, the word coming out before he could stop it. Tony laughed; his head thrown back from the sheer joy of it. “You’re one to talk, kid – damn, Pete,” Tony answered, the hand cupping himself now back giving his cock a few languid strokes. The whole show screamed dirty – the older man obviously okay with the fact that Peter thought so candidly about him. Tony was putting this on for Peter – each steady tug of his cock, the slow strip – even the amazing blowjob against the door.

Tony tortured Peter with the amazing view of the man stroking his cock for another couple of minutes. Peter taking the time to really look at the other man. His hands were speckled with white lines and severe scars, though they moved flawlessly over the warmed flesh of his own cock. His legs were long and lean – his thighs heavily muscled but not in a way that screamed ‘dumb meat head’. They were working man’s legs – and they helped carry the weight of the world on Tony’s shoulders. His chest was defined, though heavily scarred, too. The faint blue glow of the arc reactor added to the mood – Peter’s eyes selfishly settling on the incredible piece of tech for a moment or two longer than necessary. The man’s dick was long and thick – the appendage much heavier looking than his own. He could see the slightest hint of precum starting to collect on the head, Tony’s thumb moving over it to collect the fluid while he watched, using it to ease the glide of his fingers over the turgid flesh.

Pete chocked off a moan when Tony finally moved over to the bed and joined him, the older man pressing himself over Pete – the weight exactly what he dreamed it would be. The show was obviously over, Tony’s hunger tangible in a way it wasn’t just a minute ago when they were staring at each other across the room. He opened his legs and let Tony settle between them – the move bringing their cocks together. Pete’s hand slipped between them to wrap his fingers around them both – just to keep them sliding against one another, the younger man hungry for friction and heat. The moan he could feel come from the pit of Tony’s chest had him clenching his fingers, bringing them that much closer. Their hips swiveled and pumped together – the slickness drooling from Peter easing the slide in the most delicious of ways.

“I hope the fantasy of me topping you is still a thing. I need to fuck you so bad, Pete – I have not stopped thinking about it for ages now,” Tony mumbled against the side of Peter’s neck. Ages? Holy shit, Pete thought – his attraction wasn’t as one sided as he forced himself to believe all this time. That thought gave him renewed confidence and sent his mind spiraling in a million different directions.

“It is – it really, really is. Do you want me to tell you how I thought about you turning me onto my belly,” Peter thrust his hips up while he spoke – the slide still doing delicious things to his brain. “How you opened me up with just your tongue, then draped your weight over me and took what you wanted.” Tony’s hips were moving restlessly against his own – the older man’s pants and groans loud in his ear – the huff of his breath the only indicator for him to keep going. “Or do you want to hear about how I thought about sitting on your lap and riding your dick until I came a couple times across your chest – until I dragged an orgasm out of you with just the roll of my hips and squeeze of my ass?” Peter watched as Tony threw his head back and moaned “fuck”  – the man starting to lose what little bit of control he seemed to be grasping to. “Fuck me, Tony – please, I want you to,” Peter finally panted out, his fingers squeezing their dicks once more before pulling his hand away, his fingers gripping onto Tony’s hip instead.

A hungry kiss was pressed into his lips, the slide of their tongues dirty and hot. Peter could feel the tiny thrusts against his stomach, the slick slide of a trail of precum that he didn’t know who it belonged to. He pulled away from the kiss – the need to breath overwhelming, his senses getting overloaded in the blink of an eye. Tony sat up a little, the older man taking the respite to stroke himself with one hand while the other reached into the bedside drawer – a victorious look on his face when he dropped the condom and lube on the sheets. He didn’t move to turn Peter over, so the younger man simply spread his legs wider – the indecent way he did it not lost on either of them. Tony heaved in a huge breath at the sight, his body moving on its own accord – the older man once again fitting snuggly between the v of his knees. A couple of kisses were peppered to the inside of his thigh, Tony distracting him from the sound of the lube cap being popped open and the feel of cold lube on his ass when he felt a finger pressing against his rim.

The moan that left him when Tony got the first finger in would’ve been embarrassing if it didn’t match the grunt Tony didn’t bother holding back. The stretch was nice – the little bit of burn biting across his skin, making the entire situation feel much more tangible. The subtle pump of the digit felt amazing and then Tony skimmed his prostate and Peter saw stars. “Tony, fuck!” Peter gasped out; his hole clenching tight around Tony’s finger.

The older man looked up at him, the view he’d been staring at obviously too much. Though, Peter watched his eyes glaze further when he took in the view of Peter laid out before him – long limbs and soft skin sweat covered and ripe for the picking. A second finger quickly joined the first, Tony now intimate with his sweet spot and the precum that dribbled from Pete’s cock when he hit it. His pace was steady and teasing. Time stood still as he laid back and absorbed. The third finger slipped in easily next to the others, the stretch so much and not enough – Peter’s senses were so overwhelmed, he probably couldn’t have told you his name or address in that moment.

The whispered “I want you across my lap” almost had him undone – Peter’s hand flew to his cock to grip the base tightly. He let out a sharp moan and tucked his head back against the mattress – his teeth digging into his bottom lip – “fuck, anything, Tony.” And he meant it, too. He dreamed about this so many different times, they probably couldn’t fuck enough to keep up with all the ways Tony could possibly want him. Tony pulled his fingers out lightly, the man pressing a quick kiss to Pete’s lips before he moved enough to sit on the mattress, his back pressed against the headboard of the huge bed. Those calloused hands fumbled a condom down the length of his dick, Tony smiling at him when he caught Pete’s eye.

Peter didn’t waste any time – after he felt Tony was adjusted enough, he opened the cap of the lube and poured a big drizzle of the stuff right on Tony’s cock. The older man moaned – his eyes widening when the coldness of the lube hit his smoldering hot flesh. His hand gripped Tony’s cock and gave it a stroke, the lube cool in his hand – the contrast of it making him shiver. He settled over Tony, the tip of that heavy cock pressed against his opening and Peter couldn’t help it – he sat back without warning, the head breaching first and then the rest of him sliding, sliding, sliding until Peter could feel the base of Tony’s hips. Tony felt amazing inside of him – Peter finally feeling completely full and totally connected with another human being.

The rhythm Peter set came naturally, the younger boy rolling his hips to get adjusted before he started to bounce on Tony’s length – the speed slow to start. Tony’s hands were tight on his hips, the older man pressing in right at the end of his stroke to get as much of his length into Peter as he could. They kept that up for a few minutes, moans and the sweet slap of flesh against flesh the only things heard in the room. Then, Peter adjusted slightly and sat back a little – the movement bringing the tip of Tony’s cock right against his prostate. “Oh god, that’s – fuck,” Peter got out through clenched teeth, the heat in his core no longer simmering, the rolling boil of it starting to come to the lip, threatening to spill over.

“Fuck, Pete. You feel amazing,” Tony murmured, the older man sitting up a little bit more to get a little deeper and to press them even closer together. His lips found the warm skin of Peter’s chest and his hands wrapped tightly around him – hips starting to join the action a little more. Peter felt the clench of Tony’s hands on the skin of his back as his thrusts started to speed up – the younger man sitting back more, letting the thrusts pummel into him hard and deep. By the end, each stroke tapped that spot inside him, the slapping of their skin loud and overwhelming with the way Tony huffed while he thrust and moaned when their bodies came together. The friction of their slick chests squeezing his cock pulled Peter over the edge – Tony’s name shouted from his lips before he went black for a second. Tony kept up his ruthless pace, Peter’s name coming off the other’s lips like a mantra until he too fell over the edge – Peter just able to catch the look on Tony’s face and the way his cum felt pulsing against the walls of his insides.

The come down from this orgasm took a little longer – Peter’s brain frazzled from the three orgasms he pulled from himself throughout the day and Tony’s weight more distracting than it had any right to be. The older man was pressing kisses against whatever skin he could reach, Peter finding himself more grounded with each touch. When he finally blinked away the haze of it all, Tony was looking up at him, one hand still clenched tightly around his middle while the other caressed the side of his cheek. Peter couldn’t help the soft smile that slipped across his lips, the man a fucking vision looking at him like he was – his touches still intoxicating, despite the fact that he was completely spent. “Wow,” Peter finally managed to mumble, his lips seeking out Tony’s for a sound kiss.

Managing just enough energy to get up off the other man’s lap, Peter collapsed against the comfortable mattress, his body melting into it. He watched with sleepy eyes as Tony got up and disposed of the condom, the man trekking into the bathroom for a minute or two before coming back and joining Pete on the bed. The soft press of a warm washcloth on his skin was surprising but not unwelcome. The simple fact that Tony cared enough to clean him up was exhilarating. Whatever happened after this, at least he knew Tony liked him enough to be good to him – especially after such an intense between them.

It didn’t look like Tony was going to make him leave or anything, so Peter let himself relax into the comfort of the sheets beneath him. The other’s weight surprised him a moment later when he felt Tony shift back onto the bed and gather him close – Peter’s back to Tony’s front, the soft thrum of the arc reactor pressing into his skin. No words were exchanged, the two simply settled down and snuggled up together. Tony pulled the blanket over them both with one hand, then pressed a couple of soft kisses against the back of his neck. Peter let the barely there pulse of the arc reactor and the rise and fall of Tony’s chest lull him to sleep.

If Peter was surprised when he woke up the next morning with Tony Stark spooning him tightly, he didn’t let it show. A small part of him thought Tony might run away like he seemed to do – but the man was still there, snoring peacefully against his neck. Tony actually seemed to be more relaxed now than Peter could ever remember seeing him. His hand moved to grasp onto the warm palm pressing against his chest – Peter slipping his fingers into the gaps of Tony’s to keep the man close. “You’re thinking too loud, Pete,” Tony said into the skin of his neck, the younger man not nearly as sneaky as he thought himself to be. The older man pressed a kiss against his neck and tightened his grip, a sigh leaving his lips. “How do you feel about pancakes?” Peter couldn’t help but chuckle and bring their joint hands to his lips. After pressing a kiss to the back of Tony’s, he nuzzled back and grinned. “Pancakes are my favorite, actually.”

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Later that morning, after admittedly way more time than either man usually spent in bed, Tony and Peter made pancakes together. The natural way they fit together hadn’t changed – instead, Peter could feel a different kind of closeness between them. A closeness that only grew the more time they spent together – in the lab, out on the town together, and in bed, though the time spent in bed would probably always be Peter’s favorite.

The next time Peter got the opportunity to post on Spider-Man’s Twitter feed, he snickered when he pressed post – the world probably not ready for the photo they’d just taken. They were on the roof of Stark Tower, Spider-Man’s mask was up just enough to show his lips and the helmet on the Ironman suit was pulled back to see Tony’s face. In the photo they were kissing, Spider-Man’s hand on the meat of Iron Man’s cheek and Iron Man – well, the roundness of that jumpsuit encased ass was the focal point and the glove was cupping it tightly. Pocketing the phone, Peter pulled his mask back down and grinned – this time, when the world saw Spider-Man’s love for Iron Man, it’d be reflected right back.

Tony wrapped the suits arm around his shoulders – the two looking at each other through their masks.

“Come on, Pete – city’s waiting.”

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[deloresisout]

@goodoldtraditionaltitfortat​  said   :   ✎ / ❝ ❞/ ✸ / (and ♥ for: i really love your blog) ONE OF THOSE MUNDAY MEMES I REBLOGGED.

✎ When choosing a name for your muse, did you pick something special or meaningful in some way?

     SO UNLIKE HER HUSBAND SAL - who was developed first, and had a name within eight minutes or less, Delores took a longer time to receive proper characterization. And in addition to that, I never knew what I wanted to name her. Deena was my first REAL choice for her, but I didn’t vibe with it. Ultimately, I chose the name Delores specifically due to the deceased writer Delores Philips. She wrote a book called, “The Darkest Child,” that I enjoyed reading at the time. Looking into the author’s life fascinated me, though there were few details I could find about her, and it also saddened me because she died before she could finish the sequel. So I ultimately made the decision to name Sal’s wife Delores, specifically with the DE instead of the DO. It stuck.

❝ ❞ Is it easy for you to write dialog for your muse? Do their speech patterns come naturally to you while writing? // @seekesotsibteadmist​ + @vantablade​

     Dialogue is easy for me with Delores! I rethink, tweak certain lines in the drafting process, but don’t we all? Her manner of talking use to be more difficult for me, though. I feel like every character has a specific way of speaking and being comfortable with it, for the first few months, is difficult if they’re new.     Last summer, spending an entire month writing Delores for a personal project got me accustomed to her tone. Then, writing a shorter story about her - in first pov- suddenly gave me the insight to know how her thoughts corresponded with her speech. After completing that I thought, ‘okay, yeah, Delores is my favorite of now. I can write her for fun. It’s no problem at all.’

✸ Tell us about any NPCs on your blog. Who are they to your muse? What do they contribute to your blog?

      MS. BEDEL, who has deserved her own post for months, is Delores’ surrogate grandmother. She and her grandfather use to date when Delores was a little girl, but they broke up horribly. Mostly because of a mistake Delores actually made, but also because she didn’t want to be a grandmotherly figure to Amos’ grandchildren. She plays an enormous role in how Delores becomes in adulthood. Specifically in how Delores speaks to others, how she walks, how she holds her head up. She always seemed HARDENED, no-nonsense, and once insisted to Delores early on that she would never be her mother - but then, she allows Delores to live with her over the summer when she’s eleven. Then, years later when she dies, she leaves a hefty sum of money (and valuables) to Delores. Honestly, she lived a really interesting life, filled with mistakes and just summarizing it here doesn’t do her justice.

♥ When it comes to shipping, what factors are absolutely necessary for a ship to develop?

    We gotta talk about more than sex and fluff and good times. Sure, those things are nice and sweet. And like I said, I want to write Delores being soft and sentimental. However, if that’s the sole thing we talk about the ship is bound to be stagnant in the long run. We gotta talk about what if concepts, drama, which is very easy for me to do with Delores because she’s a crime oriented oc. AUs also unlock a lot of potential to show what the ship CAN be within other circumstances. And! More than anything else! Partners have to seem like they enjoy talking to me so I don’t feel bad approaching them fgmbfvkfv

#ANSWERS. / IF YOU KNEW THEN WHAT YOU KNEW NOW. #thank u!

[kyoanikis]

HOW I RUN MY BLOG.

SPEED:  it’s no secret that my activity and muse fluctuates very often! lately, i’ve been more active over on my multi ( @solisfated​ ) and haven’t been really present here on kyou’s blog. for the past couple months my energy has been very low with sporadic bursts of high energy, but i’ve been feeling better the past few days. i’d love to get back to a more regular posting schedule here! i adore kyou so much, he’s my main muse and i love him with my whole heart, and i’m really thankful for all my mutuals who write with me. it’s summertime now and my work schedule it’s a bit lighter so i have more time to be here as well, the possibility of having that time feels pretty good! 

REPLIES:  replies are uhhh also pretty sporadic. i tend to gravitate towards a couple of threads at a time, whatever i have the most muse for at the moment. sometimes i dont reply to a thread for a month or two, sometimes i reply the next day. i do tend to hang onto drafted threads for a long time though, i never mean to drop threads without talking about it first. if you’re waiting on a reply from me i totally don’t mind being reminded about it! my goal to also to utilize the queue feature more so i can knock things out and drop things in the queue for posting to space things out better too. asks are kinda the same, i usually answer asks that i have the most muse for at the moment. man i really hoard asks kshgks i love memes, they’re really fun! 

STARTERS: i’ve had a pretty bad track record for posting starters i’m not gonna lie asdfghjkl; i’ve not posted a starter call in quite a while because of that. i won’t be posting any more starter calls until i’ve gotten a better schedule posting here again, i don’t like to leave people waiting for it for so long. coming up with random lines / scenarios is also kinda hard for me i’ve found, plotting first interactions / new threads is much more my speed. maybe i can utilize starters for specific verses though? maybe! 

INBOX:  my inbox is open 24/7! i love getting random things and i hoard memes like there’s no tomorrow. i’ve kept hanging onto asks for a couple months just like i do with replies and tend to see a shiny new meme and reblog it right away, so i often end up with lots of things in my inbox that i take time in getting through. random asks tend to slip by me and sometimes a lot of time goes by until i answer them, so i just want anyone to know that if you’re waiting on an ask from me i totally don’t mind being reminded about it! some sentimental asks i don’t publish so i can keep them forever, and those are all ooc asks. i always, always keep those, even if i never talk about them, i hold them dear.

SELECTIVITY: i am highly selective on this blog and am mutuals-only. this is really just for my own comfort, it’s nothing against anyone. being selective with who i write with just releases a bit of pressure with writing, you know what i mean? if we’re mutuals i absolutely want to write with you, i never follow just to follow back.

WISHLIST:  this reminds me that i currently don’t have a wishlist tag on this blog and absolutely should make one- but gosh i would love to write more threads throwing kyou at more demon muses, threads with his retired verse and really any of his other verses!! i want to add both an afterlife verse + modern au subverse where instead of a teacher kyou is a chef!! also i love plotting friendships and platonic ships, give me all the friendships... alSO TSUGUKO THREADS... kyou is ready to take on tsugukos 24/7 friendo 

tagged by:  @fleursung​ ( tysm !!! )

tagging:  @holylies​ / @unanimuse / @errantinfinity / & anyone who’d like to do this but hasn’t yet!

[dvp95]

quiet on widow’s peak (2)

pairing: dan howell/phil lester, pj liguori/sophie newton/chris kendall rating: teen & up tags: paranormal investigator, youtuber phil lester, dan howell is not a youtuber, online friendship, slow burn, strangers to lovers, nonbinary character, trans character, background poly, phil does some buzzfeed unsolved shit and dan is a fan word count: 3.2k (this chapter), 6.4k (total) summary: Phil’s got a list of paranormal experiences a mile long that he likes to share with the world. Abandoned buildings, cemeteries, and ghost stories have always called his name, and a particular fan of his has a really, really good ghost story.

read this chapter on ao3 or here!

"Do you remember the Wilkins place?"

"I'm well, thanks." Martyn's voice is dry, and Phil finds himself grinning at the wall despite himself. "How are you?"

"Good," says Phil. It's mostly true, although he could do without the piles of clothes he's sorting through. He holds his phone between his shoulder and his ear as he picks up a top of Sophie's and starts a whole new pile that he's calling delicates, aka things he's absolutely going to screw up somehow. "People think the Wilkins place is haunted."

There's a beat. Presumably, Phil's brother is trying to fit the name into adolescent memories to see where it slots in. "Oh, that wreck in Rusholme? It hasn't been condemned yet?"

"Apparently it's still a hot spot for binge-drinking teenagers," Phil says.

"Well, sure. But haunted? Really?"

"That's what I said!"

Phil feels a little vindicated by the skepticism in Martyn's voice, to be honest. His friends hadn't taken his weird feeling seriously at all.

"I mean, it's a dump," says Martyn. "More likely to be haunted by a bunch of rats than anything else. Why haven't we heard this before?"

"According to my sources," Phil says, only feeling a bit ridiculous about referring to a bunch of strangers on the internet as 'sources', "the activity only recently started. Which makes me think that someone's lying, or maybe one incident kickstarted everyone else's imaginations?"

"Both could be true. Why don't you ask Ian to go check it out?"

It's not exactly a sore spot, but something inside of Phil still twinges at the question. "He's a little busy, isn't he."

"So am I," Martyn says in that same dry, familiar tone that makes Phil feel as comforted as his mum's fretting or his dad's bad jokes do. "And yet here you are, on my phone."

"You don't have a toddler," Phil points out.

"I don't? Yet here you are..."

Phil snorts a laugh and drops all of the socks he's gathered into an empty basket. It's as good a place to start as any. "Shut up, Mar. I'm at least six."

There are, literally, enough dirty socks and pants between the four of them that Phil has a whole load of just underthings. He spares a moment to be grateful to Sophie for not including her bras, because he'd have no idea where to begin with those. He sighs and picks up the basket, fitting it against his hip with one hand so he can hold his phone with the other.

"Well, I can ask around," says Martyn. "I think my friends might be past the point of sneaking into abandoned houses to party, but maybe they've heard something from their annoying little brothers."

"Ha, ha," Phil says dryly. "Think I should contact some of the people making these claims?"

"Deffo," says Martyn. "If you can record them, it'd be best."

"Yeah, that way I can use them in the video," Phil hums, setting his basket on the washer and opening every cupboard to try to find the detergent. "I mean, if they're okay with that, obviously."

"I actually meant because your bullshit detector is dysfunctional, so me or Peej will have to tell you if someone's lying."

"Wow, rude. Whose fault is that?"

"Yours," Martyn informs him dryly. "Just because I told you Santa would pull you up through the chimney doesn't mean you had to believe me."

Phil rolls his eyes, but he's grinning. Maybe it's just a big brother thing, or maybe it's their personalities, but Martyn isn't wrong - Phil has a hard time telling when someone is lying to him. Martyn was always good at lying with a straight face and seeing right through Phil's outlandish stories.

"I still blame you," says Phil.

"Alright," says Martyn. "When are you coming to visit?"

"Probably not ‘til after this one," Phil says slowly, glancing at the kitten calendar on the fridge. They'd let one of their milder housemates pick this year's after everyone got tired of looking at Chris' previous choice of nude knitted puppets.

"Yeah? You gonna head up north for this one?"

In the very last cupboard he checks, Phil finds the detergent. He wants to be annoyed about it, but the truth is that Holly's habit of switching around the kitchen when she's anxious has saved many a pack of biscuits from expiring behind some flour. Phil has never once been useful to anybody when he's having a meltdown, so.

Phil absentmindedly loads the washer while he considers Martyn's question. Maybe it would be best to check the place out for himself, see if anything's really going on. He likes being on-site best, trusts his own gut more than he trusts strangers' eyes.

The problem, of course, is that Phil's childhood home is up for sale, he has no money for a hotel, and Ian's gone and got himself a child. The last thing Phil wants to do is impose or, like, get roped into babysitting. A trip to Manchester might be out of the question for him right now.

"Maybe," Phil says, noncommittal.

Martyn sees through him in an instant, like always. "Want me to ask Mum if they've got any viewings next weekend? I'm sure you know not to trash the place."

"Have I ever once trashed the place? Don't answer that," Phil adds, remembering the shaving cream incident.

A huff comes down the line, and Phil feels the same pride at making his brother laugh as he had when he was seven and making weird noises out the car window. Yeah, he definitely needs to go to London soon, the Isle afterwards - he hasn't seen his family in way too long.

"I'll let you know what's buzzing, if anything," says Martyn. "And I'll call Mum for you and all. I know you get weird about asking them for favours."

"I get weird about asking anyone for favours," Phil says instead of a thank you, because if he gets weird about asking for help, then Martyn gets twice as weird about reacting to gratitude.

"Except me."

Phil smiles, watching the rainbow of socks and pants spin. "Yeah. Except you."

--

Laundry does end up taking Phil most of the day, but he doesn't mind much. It's the least he can do when Chris always does the first draft edit for him, PJ reminds him to take his EMF meter and his meds when he's packing for an overnight, and Sophie sends him pages upon pages of research while she's at work. He's so fond of these people, and he appreciates all they do for him, but being in debt to them - and not in sole control of his projects - makes Phil feel like he's got ants crawling up his arms.

While he waits out the machine cycles, Phil starts putting feelers out into this story. He checks the sources linked to him again and shoots off a couple of direct messages and emails to see if any of the people posting about the Wilkins place are eager to chat one on one.

He's got his laptop set up at the kitchen table and he's on his third coffee of the day when it occurs to him that he's not out of the woods of owing favours just yet. He clicks back into the Tumblr submission that started this spiral.

He decides that he needs to thank this person, at the very least, and maybe offer to buy them a coffee or something when he's in town. They did so much of Phil's grunt work that it feels weird not to pay them back somehow.

"Well, I can't exactly do your laundry," Phil murmurs to the screen. He hopes none of his other housemates are milling around to hear him.

Another click, and he's on the blog. It's minimalist and monochrome in a way that makes things easy to read, but not very interesting to look at. Phil's eyes start to glaze over as he scrolls through, because it's entertaining enough but - well. It's a typical Tumblr blog. That familiar mixture of memes and rants about social issues and some gifs from shows that Phil doesn't have time to watch. There are a lot of familiar walls of text tagged as personal posts, but Phil still can't parse them without really trying.

They do reblog Phil's video posts, though. That makes him grin.

He scrolls back up to the top of the page to shoot them a message and immediately gets distracted by the bio.

winnie. 21. any pronouns.

For someone who sent Phil a wall of text that could be mistaken for copypasta at first glance, it's surprisingly succinct. Phil takes another swig of his coffee and tries not to get caught up on the last part of it.

Any pronouns? What does that mean, any pronouns? What if Phil uses the wrong ones? He isn't exactly a queer theory student, and as much as he supports everybody under his little rainbow umbrella, he's got to admit that a lot of things still go over his head.

He dithers for so long that his laptop screen goes black, and he makes a face at himself in its reflection. Surely he's overthinking this.

Hi!, Phil types, and then accidentally hits enter. He was just trying not to send the fan a paragraph back, but, fine. Oops. So I'm looking into the things you sent me on the Wilkins place and I'm really impressed by the amount of time you put into this? Like it makes MY job a lot easier haha. Is he a triple-texter? He's a triple-texter. The first one didn't count anyway. So thanks!!!!! I'll def give you credit in the video, but is there anything else I can do to pay you back?

Not literally, he wants to add right after he's sent it. Oh, well. He can't just keep spamming this poor person's chat. He hopes it's obvious that he'd offer monetary compensation if he had it.

Phil leaves the Tumblr tab open and works on editing for a little while. It's almost frustrating how bad this video is, how little effort and energy Phil has started putting into these, and he doesn't know how to fix it short of rethinking his entire career.

He could easily keep churning these out for as long as people watch them, but. He's not having fun anymore.

The Phil on his laptop screen is asking questions, wandering around a cemetery just to see if anything will happen, and Phil can't help comparing it to things he did last year, the year before that, the year before that - it feels like his content is declining as his enthusiasm for the topic does, or maybe vice versa.

Phil zones out for so long that the dryer chime goes off from the hallway, echoing through the old, creaky house. He'd given up on sorting the loads after the fifth shirt that could belong to any of them, so he just takes his own things out and folds his housemates' clothes into one basket.

They can figure it out, he's sure. There's only two bedrooms between the three of them, so there's only two closets, and Phil has gone so long without knowing who's officially sharing that it would be awkward to ask now.

Phil swaps the load over and goes back to his laptop, even though the very last thing he wants to do is continue editing and uploading this mediocre video.

The thing is, Phil doesn't need his content to be perfect. He's happy to post things that just make him laugh or have a nicely spooky vibe or whatever, he doesn't need to solve mysteries every month or two. It's just that. He can hear how little he cares about it, lately. It won't be long before people notice, if they haven't already.

Phil sighs and exits the project. Maybe this video is best left unposted. He's not happy with it at all.

Maybe, if this Wilkins place video doesn't pan out, Phil can start redirecting his energy into a different type of creative output. He's got so many stories bouncing around in his mind, he just needs to figure out how he wants to tell them.

It sounds like his father's voice inside his head, telling him you can't chase ghosts forever. He wishes he still had the gumption to disagree with it.

His laptop makes a little noise, and Phil blinks back to reality. He has to click on a few different tabs to figure out where it came from, but then he realises that he's gotten a response on Tumblr.

Phil smiles despite himself and gets ready for another difficult-to-read message.

Sure enough: UHHHHHH hi hello what the fuck i didnt expect you to say anything this is so weird i am being so weird right now um like no problem? i was procrastinating an essay and this was more fun to research so you dont have to thank me or pay me back whatever that means like i was just fucking around its fine but thank you?????

Phil thinks about the four word Tumblr bio again and snorts. Maybe Winnie wanted to seem as cool and minimalist as their theme itself was.

Procrastination or not, I appreciate it!, Phil replies. Would it be ok if I use you as a reference?

?????????????? i mean yeah but what the fuck, he gets back almost immediately.

It's nice to see you know some punctuation! Sorry if it's weird to reach out like this, I just wanted to like acknowledge the work you put in. I don't have to mention you in the video if you'd prefer!

The sound of the front door creaking open and slamming shut interrupts Phil's nervous typing. He freezes for a moment, fingers still on the keyboard, but then PJ comes in the kitchen with a little salute and several bags of craft supplies, and Phil can breathe again.

It isn't that the other people who live in this house are bad people. Far from it. It's just that, of the people Phil has opted to share this large space with for nearly two years, only three of them have made any kind of effort to understand Phil. The others are nice enough, he supposes, but sometimes they come and go and new people replace them and - Phil isn't exactly good with change, is the thing.

So he relaxes when he can talk to PJ instead of making small talk with someone who thinks he's weird and too messy. "Hey! How's your day?"

"Better than yours," PJ laughs. He drops all the bags on the table and starts puttering around the kitchen. "Hungry?"

"Please. And it wasn't so bad, I got some work done."

"Yeah? Any new info on the new haunt?"

It's incredible how genuinely interested PJ always is in Phil's work. Phil grins down at his keyboard and shrugs a bit. "Some. Mostly just poking around right now, though. Mar's asking his friends too. Oh, and I thanked the person who sent it in."

"That's good," PJ says. He's putting the kettle on, because that's what PJ does when he comes home. "How'd they react?"

"Mostly confusion," Phil laughs. He glances at his screen to see if Winnie has responded - they haven't - and chews on his lip a little bit. "Hey, Peej? If someone says any pronouns are fine, what does that mean?"

"Generally," PJ hums, "it seems like it would mean any pronouns are fine."

"Oh, shut up." Phil runs a hand through his hair, always anxious about getting stuff like this wrong.

"I'm not joking," PJ says, although his tone is still light.

"Oh. So it just... doesn't matter?"

"Not to some people, I guess." PJ leans against the counter as he waits for the water to boil. At least he's smiling, although Phil can't help but notice that it's a little patronizing. "You do know that I'm not a gender guru, right? I'm barely a gender novice. I failed gender out the gate, buddy."

Phil knows his cheeks are pinking up a bit, but he rolls his eyes. "Shut up," he repeats. "You still know way more than me."

The shrug he gets in response makes Phil huff a laugh. This isn't something they talk about, but Phil has been present for enough of Chris and PJ's conversations that he'd gotten the idea.

He wonders if PJ cares that he's bringing it up. Is he making PJ uncomfortable? They don't talk about this.

"Stop spiralling," PJ says easily. His smile is warmer, now. "I don't hate you, nobody hates you, and the fan who doesn't care about pronouns certainly doesn't hate you. If you're that worried about upsetting them, though, you can always ask."

Maybe he's known PJ too long. He's grateful for it, still, so relieved that he doesn't have to voice the swirling anxiety of doing something wrong when he only has the best intentions.

"I guess I could do that," Phil mutters, embarrassed by how easily he's been read.

Winnie's responded by the time Phil looks back at the chat window, a lmao yeah ofc thats fine i just cant believe you want to, im not trying to b weird ive just been a fan for a really long time?? (used a comma for you too) (and brackets) (youre welcome) that makes Phil smile.

Awesome! And are the name Winnie & they/them pronouns fine to talk about you with, or do you prefer something else for this?

no yeah thats good idc how you refer to me, is Winnie's immediate response. It's stupid how much of a load feels like it's been lifted off of Phil's shoulders at that easy reassurance.

"You were right," Phil informs PJ.

PJ nods, solemn, as he stirs his noodles. "I often am."

"You're annoying, also," says Phil. "Hey. D'you wanna come up north with me?"

"Phil," says PJ dramatically, holding the wooden spoon up to his heart. "Are you asking me to run away with you?"

"No, absolutely not, stop making that joke." There's no way in hell Phil is going to keep putting up with this from both of them, and PJ is more likely to listen to him than Chris is.

PJ laughs. "Yeah, yeah. You going to see the haunt?"

"If my parents are okay with us hanging out for the weekend, yeah."

"Oh, okay," says PJ. "We're just waiting on confirmation that Kath and Nigel want to spend time with you? Might as well pack now."

"Your stuff's folded," Phil says helpfully. PJ throws a noodle in his general direction. It flops onto the floor between them, a sad, wet spiral of a thing, and Phil touches his nose at the same time PJ does.

"Well, one of us has to pick it up," PJ says in his Reasonable Adult voice, as if he hadn't thrown it in the first place.

Phil looks at his laptop, valiantly pretending not to see the floor noodle, and blinks.

and i mean i havent seen any of this shit firsthand but if you need to ask me anything about the stuff thats gone down im always free. like literally always.

#phanfic #phanfiction #dnp fic #phan #words words words #quiet on widow's peak

[masterwcrk]

@familiaanteomnia: 14, 15, 24, 25, 29, 30 || be honest meme ( accepting~ ) 3-10, 14, 15, 24, 25, 29, 30 answered!

14. Do you think rp has had a positive or negative affect on your life or you as a person?

both. very much both. it’s very much a fun hobby, & I have met some of my very best friends through it - as well as had amazing experiences, traveled to places I never might have considered otherwise ( south germany, london, florida ), & studied languages or learned things about international politics I otherwise might not have been exposed to, but at the same time there’s a huge reason I stick to my extremely strict personal rule of harshly limiting my personal time on the dash to ten to fifteen minutes on the dash, max, a day. 

I know that sounds ridiculous, but it’s done wonders for my mental health & helped me escape a lot of energy traps that would severely cut into my mental health or writing time. plus, it helps that I can still see pieces of it while drafting so if I see a meme on someone’s blog while I’m waiting for a draft to load, I can pop to their blog, send a thing in, etc. it’s my compromise so I can enjoy my hobby without falling into a bad mental space. plus, all of my mutuals are welcome to send me links on discord to stuff like plotting guides, interest trackers, memes etc. I never mind.

15. How has rp changed you personally?

not RP itself but the RPC: I’m a lot more open minded than I used to be, & also aware of how little things that don’t impact me personally might impact someone else. it’s helped me think of how I might be a more considerate friend - tagging things, giving warnings on post, making my blog more accessible, etc. that’s carried over to offline things as well.

for just strictly RP, I feel like it’s kind of gone hand in hand with my graduate work but I’ve become a lot more open into researching things to flesh them out because I used to be really fucking lazy with my verses, & my oldest blogs show it when I was moving muses onto my multi. also, I’m generally a better writer because of how many diverse partners & writing styles I come across on a daily basis.

24. Have you ever had something stolen from you? If so, how did you handle it?

I’ve had headcanons poached, & when it first happened I used to get really upset but now I just take the attitude that if people like my content, that’s great - people will realize sooner or later where it comes from, & timestamps on posts are a godsend. that, & all my graphics are watermarked to hell & back so 😂 there’s no point in me getting upset by it because if someone has to steal my stuff, they’re entering into an unsustainable pattern of activity, & I can starve the truth out of them by not producing new content for a hot minute while I focus on other things ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

25. Are you open to duplicates? Why / why not?

Absolutely. Each & every one of my muses have their own verse that’s specifically written for duplicate friendly interaction - & in the case of Clary, I even have Seraphina & Jonathan on other blogs, as well as a whole host of other muses who would love to love on the biscuit. I also use alt FCs from her two most common canon ones, so that additionally helps I’ve found. If the verses I have don’t work with a specific incarnation of a duplicate, then I also have a wealth of private verses I can cannibalize, & the TSC lore itself lends itself to lots of potential. There are no limits, come here let me love you.

29. What is your opinion on “reblog karma” and do you practice it?

I can understand why people prefer it, but I don’t practice it. It actually makes me uncomfortable when people reblog from the source instead of off my blog because of the split second of worry “are they avoiding interacting with me?” - but again, I know I’m in the minority, so it typically doesn’t bother me for long, & since I know it’s pretty widespread, I do tend to fall into reblogging from the source if I don’t send anything in.

30. How have you responded to popular slang used on tumblr? Do you use it in every day life? Do you use it at all?

oh god I don’t think I’ve noticed it in my everyday life, but I’m sure I do.

#familiaanteomnia #☆ ❛ selling them on ebay ❜ || answered asks #☆ ❛ paint water ❜ || ooc #thank you for this! #long post

[gciltyascharged]

HOW I RUN MY BLOG.

SPEED:  Speed can determine on my health, which is often poor since I struggle with fatigue, illness, and many family factors, but I generally know that my abilities can be pretty fast when it comes to dash commentary but it can be slower with inbox memes (just because I treat those with some deep consideration). Sometimes...you’ll just suddenly reply to a thread and be clapping the dust off your hands after a draft disposal and then BAM! there I am ; other times? Well, I’m doing my best and I’m sorry it takes so long!

REPLIES:  I take replies so seriously that I will try my best to contribute to both a consistently flowing thread (you know, avoiding passive replies) and keep my character as close to my version of them as I can. I often feel...bad when my muse isn’t nice because, well, I’ve had people think I’m behind the screen just SLAMMING A FIST into them when I’m actually doing what my muse would do in that instance ; it’s something that kills my muse super quick, which is why I’ll often reply with like: I’m sorry for him or I feel so bad! I just don’t want you to think it’s ME trying to make you, the mun, feel bad since I’ve had so many instances where ic becomes seen as ooc! Replies are my favorite part of any thread, though, because I will literally get so GIDDY over seeing a thread responded to (whether it’s from a starter, a continued ask, a reply to a thread, or one of my opens)! As for replies on a post, I generally want to ask that you DON’T REBLOG MY POST to reply to it if it’s out of character ; that’s rude, inconsiderate, and I see it as a way for you to place it on your blog to showcase my business to your followers. There’s the reply to post feature for a reason on people’s blogs or their IMs or their ask box without anon turned on. Don’t be rude and display their business on your blog when it’s not yours to begin with to do so with -- especially don’t do it with mine. 

STARTERS:   It depends on my mood ; I like to start off with one-liners in a lot of respects since you can take them SO many ways. Is Mitch talking to your muse or are they ganging up on someone, are they at a party, or what have you! The choice is whatever strikes your fancy, but, if I get some HUGE motivation, I’ll slam dunk out a huge ass starter...and it’s never a matter of: I like you MORE than so-and-so or I like you LESS than so-and-so ; it’s always a matter my inspiration!

INBOX:  I love my inbox open for questions, prompts, development asks, and all that cool jazz! If you have a question about my muse, BRING IT! If you want to break the ice, BRING IT! If you want to ask about a verse I have because you’re genuinely curious, BRING IT! What I absolutely hate are people who invade my inbox to do three things: to ask me controversial questions, to send me hate, or to try to make me look like an idiot for their own entertainment. I’ve had many times people come into my inbox to try to make me justify my verses just because they didn’t like it. If you want to do that, then my IMs are open for you to come in there to help me develop certain things ; generally speaking, I like to have people talk to me in private instead of trying to act like a white knight with vague asks that sound like you’re questioning my every move. Honestly, it’s not that hard to just talk to me like a person instead of like I’m a figurehead. 

SELECTIVITY:  mutuals only. MUTUALS ONLY. MUTUALS ONLY. I don’t know how many times I’ve had to speak about this, but if you can’t respect that then I really don’t want to interact with you (and if you’re a sideblog, I expect you to put on your blog where you’re a sideblog from so I know). I’ve also decided to thin my followers on April 14th ; if you haven’t interacted with me from 3/14 to 4/14, then you’ll have made it clear you don’t really want to be mutuals in any respect of the word. I mean, seriously, I’ve given many options here, too: IMs, reblog my promo, ask box, discord, wire, reply to a post you like, starter calls, opens, and more on here for my mutuals ; if you can’t find some way to show me you’re interested then I’d rather have five people here who genuinely want to interact than 200+ who don’t.

WISHLIST:  Check out this post

HONEST NOTE: Honest note? Mitch is by far one of my favorite muses I’ve ever done and I’ve been yearning for this community to grow more! If you have any love toward a single TWDG muse, then I suggest you just JUMP on it! Go for it! Pull out the big guns and just enjoy that character with us! If you’re not sure how your s1, s2, or s3 muse can interact in a no apocalypse setting, then I can help you out ; if you’re not sure how to set up your blog, I can help you out ; if you’re not sure about anything, I can help you out! ...or try to! I’m not an expert but I can try my best! Also, I’m super sorry about the negative bits there, but there are a few things that were eating me up!

Tagged by: @dominusornatum​ (thank you!!) Tagging: SHRUGS BUT POINTS AT WHOEVER IS READING THIS

#OOC. থৣ ► ғυcĸ тнιѕ ѕнιт ι'м oυт! #PSA. থৣ ► yoυ cαɴ нαve yoυr owɴ ѕнιттy opιɴιoɴ -- ιт ѕυcĸѕ. #DASH GAMES. থৣ ► ѕee тнroυɢн тнe looĸιɴɢ ɢlαѕѕ. #long post // #// tbh the new rule about interactions is serious ; if you're mobile and stuck there? There's options my dude.

[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

I Just Hit 52 Subs! Great! This Warrents A 52 Sub Special! But!! I’m Making It WORTH THE 52 SUBS. What Does This Mean? It Will Take A While To Make! I’m Currently Working On The First Draft Of The Script At This Point In Time, But I’ll Want It To Be ABSOLUTELY PERFECT, So It May Take A Few Months, Heck, It May Take Until The End Of The YEAR, But I Don’t. Want. To. Rush. It. Will This Be The Only Content From Me? No! I Will Still Work On Short Animation Memes And Stuff! Will I Need Help? I Don’t Know! If I Absolutely CANNOT Do A Voice, I Will Ask For Help! All That I Request If You Wish To Help With Voicework Is That You A) Have A Discord For Ease Of Communication, B) Know How To Use Audacity, And C) Don’t Rush Me On Getting It Out! I WANT THIS TO BE PERFECT. (Also That You Don’t Harass Me And That You Accept My Decision If I Don’t Feel That You’ll Fit The Role.) Will This Be For A Fandom? Yes And No. It Will Feature My Youtube Egos(Showy, Darkly Pre Corruption Ect) So It Will Also Take Longer In That I Want Their Voices To FIT Their Designs! I Will Post A FEW WIPS, But Other Than That, Expect Radio Silence About The Story/Plot. NO SPOILERS. Also, If You DO Help Me With The Voices I Can’t Do, Please Respect That I Won’t Tell You Anything Too Lore Intensive. I Am Doing This So That If There’s A Rift Between Me Or Anyone I’m Working With, Nothing Gets Leaked. Better To Be Safe Than Sorry. Also Note That Since I’m Not 18 Yet, I Don’t Have A Paypal. I’m Sorry, But Maybe I Can Draw Ya Something As Payment Instead, Again, Not 18, No Paypal. Length Of The Video Has Not Been Decided Yet, But It Will At LEAST Be 15 Minutes Long. Reason Being It Has A Story To Tell That Can’t Be Crammed Into A 2 Or 5 Minute Long Video. “What Does This Mean For The Future Of The Channel?” It Means That I Will Be Becoming More And More Confident In Making Bigger Projects. “Do You Have A Patreon? If So, What Is It?” I Do Not. You Can, However, Support Me And This Project, By Making Fanart Of The Characters! (Darkly Pre Corruption[Imagine Purple Eyes Hunter, But With Pale White Skin], Showy Pre Corruption[Same Design, Just Fix The Overall Straps And Pocket And Give Her Normal Blue Eyes] Ect) I Would LOVE To Make More Original Content, But With How Little Reception It Gets, I End Up Abandoning My Original Content/Projects. “But Art Is Haaard! :/” Write! Fanfic! Please! Entertain What Your Idea Of The Characters Would Be! Completely Heartless Darkly? YES. Depressed Showy? YES QUEEN. ANY Fan Content Would Be An AWESOME Way Of Showing Your Support! “When Will It be Out?” I Do Not Know. I’d Expect At LEAST Near The End Of This Year, But If Not That, The Beginning Of Next Year. (Date Not Cemented, School May Get In The Way Of Working On The Project :/) “What If I Can’t Write Or Draw?” Reblog!! My!!! W!! I!! PS!!! SPREAD THAT SHIT!! LIKES DON’T DO JACK SHIT!!! LIKES ARE TOILET PAPER!!! REBLOGS ARE FORT FUCKING KNOX!!!! “But Reblogging Is Haaaard!” THEN GET OFF TUMBLR, FOOL. IF IT’S “TOO HARD” THEN WHY THE FRICK DO I SEE YOU REBLOGGING OTHER PEOPLE’S SHIT??? PLEASE SPREAD STUFF LIKE WILDFIRE OR PEANUT BUTTER ON TOAST!!! “Will You Put In Roman-” LET ME STOP YOU RIGHT THERE. NO. I WILL NOT. I FEEL LIKE I AM AROMANTIC(I Don’t Feel Romantic To Anyone) AND ROMANCE REPULSES ME, SO NO, THERE WILL BE NO ROMANCE, GO WATCH TWILIGHT IF YA WANT ROMANCE. “But Ships!” YA WANT SHIPS, DO THEM IN YOUR OWN TIME, FUCKO!! ROMANCE HAS NO PLACE IN THIS SPECIAL. NEITHER WILL S*X SEEING AS I’M MAKING MOST EGOS ASEXUAL. “What If I Can’t Use Audacity?” Then Please Reblog The Post (If I Make One) Asking For Help Voicing Someone! Maybe Someone Else CAN Use Audacity! This Post Has Gotten Long Enough. Tl;Dr: I’m Working On The First Draft Of A Script For A 52+ Subscriber Special, Nowhere NEAR Ready To Get Started Animating/Voicing Stuff Yet. @bccfggffbgv  @sam-christy-456 @kitty-dragon6 @al3xfierro

#Long Post

[princess-of-the-corner]

ooh, also fma ship of your choice for the ship meme.

Oh boy. Like. Giving me free reign is a bad idea because now my brain is like do I go for classic ‘Canon’ ships? Do I surprise everyone with a Canon ship that gets a little forgotten? Do I want to do Edling even though I kinda reblogged this ship meme from someone who did that earlier and is that rude? Do I just go completely off the wall and hit y’all with my fave ‘it has three fics on Ao3 and one is mine’ rarepair of Al/Greed?

So, uh, let’s go for a combo and use the ‘Ed Sandwich’, AKA: Edling and Edwin polyship!

which one initiates hugs: Ling. Obvs. He’s very physically affectionate with everyone, friend or lover. He can be a bit ‘not understanding personal space’ about it. Winry is a little hesitant to initiate hugs at first because she knows Ed doesn’t usually like it, but it doesn’t take long for Ed to get used to it and kinda start initiating physical affection too. He doesn’t usually go immediately for full hugs, but more like light touches or holding their hands or doing the ‘bring the face real close for the forehead touch’ thing. 

which one is better at cooking: Winry. She is best cook. It’s not like Ed and Ling are bad or anything. Ling’s also a fantastic cook, and Ed’s good if he has a recipe, but Winry has mastered the art of those ‘home-cooked with love’ meals that, like, sure they’re not fancy five-star restaurant dishes, but they taste so much better somehow. 

which one has more of a sweet tooth: Ed but he’d never admit it. Half of that sweet tooth is caused by getting too invested in whatever he’s working on and just snacking on things instead of stopping for a proper meal. There’s a scene in my drafts of a character calling him out on it. “So, that wasn’t you shoving a handful of peanutbutter cups into yourmouth and calling it ‘lunch’ just before we got into this?”

which one stays calm under pressure: This is kind of a tie between Ling and Winry. Ling is good at the Political Pokerface, since he’s running a country and has to occasionally be diplomatic, plus it’s a learned skill from dodging assassins all your life. With Winry, like, ‘calm under pressure’ is a job requirement for the doctor part of automail mechanic. She knows how to hold everything together until it’s over. 

which one would *will smith pose* “my s/o”: Ed. Absolutely 110%. There’s a few different scenes I’ve yet to write about Ed doing exactly that in the future of the EHSA AU. Like, he overhears someone looking for a good mechanic and just slams his leg onto  the table like “Let me tell you about my wife!!!” , and while it’s difficult to brag about ‘my husband, the Emperor of Xing!’ to strangers who don’t believe them, he’s always mentioning it to everyone who knows. Also there’s the fic where Ed and Winry first get married, and the whole scene of him telling Mustang and Team is… oh boy. He’s just like “Holy FUCK! I have a WIFE!”(Mustang and Team are debating on if he’s better or worse than Hughes. The verdict is out until he has kids to talk about.)

#edling #edwin #you can pry this polyship from my cold dead hands

[jundeccentmil]

I hate to be that person but I'm on mobile and the link didn't work. Sorry.

dhjlgfajfghd that’s fair, lemme copypaste it onto a post 

   General Info

Jun’s characterisation on this blog may be influenced by my own headcanons. You don’t have to agree with them and I won’t hold it against you if you don’t, but please, don’t be rude about it. I’m sure there’s a lot of other Jun blogs out there that more closely resemble what you’re looking for.

This blog is independent, multiverse/multiship and non-exclusive. Despite it being non-private, I may be selective in who I roleplay with.

I accept magic anons. The current m!a status is displayed in the sidebar.I use rpthreadtracker to track threads.I don’t have xkit.My timezone is CET and activity will most likely reflect that.

Please note that this is a side blog. If I follow, send asks, or like or comment on posts, it’ll have to be from my hub: viomuses.

   An Important Note on Mental Health

I don’t follow a lot of people because I have really bad anxiety around following (ask me about this if you want to know more), so it’s unlikely that I’ll follow you unless we’re really close friends and/or regular writing partners. This is something I am actively working on, as I do want to be more involved in the community. As things are though, me not following back does not automatically mean I’m not interested.

When things get too overwhelming, I will password protect this blog. This is usually temporary, and I will return after a while. IM won’t work during that time.

   What I’m willing to RP

I will write anything from angst to banter to humour to fluff, but be warned that some things come more naturally to this muse than others.

I will rp with:

YuGiOh characters - that includes other Juns, GX is preferred since I’m not as familiar with other generations

characters from other fandoms I know - Don’t be afraid to ask if I know a fandom or not. Just don’t be mad if I don’t.

characters from fandoms I don’t know - I live under a rock, so I might not know anything about your fandom and character. If you don’t mind that, the same things apply as for OCs.

OCs - Please have an about page that allows me to learn about the character. I’m picky about OCs.

I will roleplay nsfw themes, but I won’t write smut with you unless you’re over 18. Any nsfw content will be tagged as such.

I will not rp with genderbends due to personal reasons. There might be exceptions to that rule, so feel free to ask, but please don’t be upset if I refuse. Trans hcs do not fall under this category.

I will not write therapy plots unless I initiate them on my own terms.

   What about Shipping?

Mun is filthy multishipping trash and will write almost anything.

That being said though, I don’t rp just to ship, and would like to take the time to properly develop our muses’ relationship instead of just rushing things for the sake of a ship. I don’t mind working with established relationships though, as long as we’ve talked about it first.

This blog doesn’t have Exclusives, but it does have Mains. They can be found here.

   On the Subject of Triggers

I’ll do my best to tag common triggers and squicks when they occur, using the tags “insert-trigger-here tw”. Please tell me if I miss anything.

If you could tag any visual depictions of human teeth, as well as visual and written teeth-related body horror, I’d be very thankful. I’d also appreciate if you could tag the urls of people you thread with, and any group verses you’re a part of (if applicable).

If we’re writing partners it would be nice if you could do this even if I don’t follow you, since I tend to check the blogs of people I thread with manually.

   And lastly, a few basic Guidelines

I would like to keep my thread count at a maximum of three per partner at any time. If a fourth thread is started I will keep the reply in my drafts until one of the ongoing three is either completed or dropped. Exceptions to this rule may occur.

I don’t expect you to match my length, and probably won’t be able to match yours either. My replies are often relatively short and to the point, and I find it hard to make them any other way. I will try if matching is important to you, but please forgive me if I can’t.

Please enable non-followers to contact you via IM if you want to rp with me. (Unless you’re following me and have things set up so I’ll be able to contact you. The point is that we should be able to communicate.)

If you want to interact with Jun from a specific timeline/verse, please specify which one. If nothing is specified, I’ll default to my main verse.Here is a list of my verses.

Tag me as ‘jundeccentmil’.Tagging me in random things is absolutely okay and makes me feel appreciated.

Reblog Karma is in effect! If you don’t want to send stuff in, it’s not that hard to reblog from the source.

Please do not steal the icons that are used on this blog, or the images used in this blog’s theme and pages. They are all cropped and edited either by me or for me so don’t use them for yourself.

This isn’t a hard and fast rule, but I’d prefer if you didn’t use the reply feature for interactions, as those are a hassle to respond to. Asks and reblogs are much easier to work with for me, especially in large quantities.

The memes and open starters on this blog don’t have an expiration date, so it’s perfectly fine to send an ask based on a meme I reblogged months ago, as long as you make it clear which meme your ask is for. Event-based memes and starters are an obvious exception.

If you don’t like my reply or think you can’t properly work with it, it’s totally fine to ask me to change it and I’ll do my best to fix/improve it for you.

Uni homework/personal problems/life in general is a thing, but I try to be as quick and regular with replies as I can. Feel free to gently poke me when you think I might have forgotten about something.

English isn’t my native language. Don’t hesitate to point out mistakes I make, but please be polite about it.

Basically, just don’t be a dick. Please.

   More to be added if it becomes relevant.

#anon #ask #ooc #important

[coeurspire]

HOW I RUN MY BLOG

SPEED.

it may vary, but i am usually quick with thread replies and kind of slow with asks. however, factors like how present my muse is and my how my mental health is acting definitely carry some weight. i usually try to get back to everyone quickly, it just does not always work that way.

REPLIES / DRAFTS.

high draft counts overwhelm me so i don't tend to let them pile up. staying on top of everything and maintaining a consistent level of 'productivity' absolutely helps me in ensuring that this hobby stays fun.

STARTERS.

i like to plot, i like to write starters. what i don't like is when i take the time out of my day to write someone a starter and never get a reaction. i get it --- we all have a life outside of this, but either a short IM like 'saw the starter, will reply when things settle down' or just ,,,, liking the starter can make a huge difference on how  i  see the starter. never reacting is, in my opinion, kind of disrespectful since someone took the time to write something for someone else and by not reacting, it definitely looks like this effort is not appreciated.

INBOX.

as mentioned before: i am slow when it comes to asks. perhaps because where threads have a skeleton already, an ask does exist all by itself? a short phrase without context? doesn't matter --- i do love asks. meme asks, random hc asks, asks because one muse wanted to poke mine. what i decidedly  do not  love is how sometimes, i get multiples of asks for aesthetic edit memes and then crickets when i reblog a sentence meme.

SELECTIVITY.

i don't think anyone has to justify themselves for which blogs they follow --- or which blogs they do not follow. that being said: yes, i am selective and as i believe, it is the only way for me to run my blog. nevertheless --- i love following new people, new blogs and i want to write with the people i follow. 

WISHLIST.

i guess this doesn't mean stuff like 'people actually read pages and don't try to break the guidelines' but instead what sort of plots i'd like to explore. i think the people who followed me for a while know how much i love the modern god verse. it's definitely one of the verses that are most vibrant. it is a verse i always love to add new facets to. as of right now, i don't have any aus i can think about that i'd like to explore, but i would love to explore some of the facets of the canon divergence that apply to this blog further.

HONEST NOTE.

god, what to write here. writing is supposed to be fun and it is fun, most of the time. and i think everyone is responsible for their own experience so there is nothing else i can really think of right now.

tagged by: @sensorybound tagging: if you want to do this, go ahead~

#▌█ ❥▐ ' & PSA. FRESH NEW SET OF RULES.