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ilikekidsshows · 1 year

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I don’t have fandom friends so I’m coming in ur ask box with this hope you don’t mind. Basically adrien was my favorite character ever. ML my longest fandom fixation, and I never really shipped anything before lovesquare. now it’s like a gaping hole from betrayal. I don’t find new favorites easily and I’m terrible at watching tv, I never finish series. Plus I’ve never been a writer, it scares me,I don’t have that faith in my ability. if i could start a new creative phase that would be amazing. I don’t know how or to make friends on tumblr.

do you have any recommendations or advice?

Hello! Okay, don't take this as definite correct answers for everything ever, but I've been around the fandom and creative block a few times, so I'll just share my experiences and maybe something there will be of use to you.

I’m going to say this about writing: your work is always going to look like a work in progress to you, because it’s your work and you saw the entire process of creating it. My advice is to pick something you really like and be as self-indulgent about it as possible. If you’re having fun writing it, it matters less if others don’t like it. However, there’s a big chance that those who do like it will like it for the same reasons that you do, that they’ll like the same things you do in general and you can have some fun conversations about those things.

As for how to make friends on tumblr, you’re kind of already doing a part of it. Interact with people. Make contact. Ask questions, state your own opinions and keep doing those things. My tumblr friendships are based very much on sending prompts for ask games and responding to posts made by people I think are cool. The ask game thing is a good tip for determining who to try this with too. If they reblog a lot of ask games, that means they want to be sent asks and be interacted with, otherwise they wouldn’t invite people to do so.

Now for the recommendations: I don't watch many romance-focused shows, but I do watch a lot of superhero shows and I have a preference for strong character dynamics, especially found families and friendships, so I have some recommendations I think might work. I'll give some details about how they're similar to Miraculous and the biggest differences in case you're looking for something very similar in a particular way.

Ultimate Spider-Man: I made an entire post series about how this show has the exact same energy as Miraculous. It's very kid-friendly, a more humorous take on a hero who often comes with a lot of emotional baggage, and Peter will not chill about his bestie Harry. The main difference is that big parts of the series are a bit more like the New York Special in that Spider-Man spends a lot of episodes meeting different Marvel universe heroes. The show is kind of a crash course on the big names of Marvel in addition to being a Spider-Man show.

Spectacular Spider-Man: This one is more romance-focused with some love triangle drama and secret identity hijinks. The target audience clearly veered more towards older viewers and it ended before its time so it doesn’t really have a satisfying conclusion. Although most shows on this list don’t really have a definitive ending, this show has a flagrant: “come join us for the next season (that never came)!” vibe. This is generally seen as the most high-quality Spider-Man show.

Teen Titans: Fun superhero team show with an actual main couple. On the other hand, it doesn’t really do anything with secret identities and the romance is only focused on sporadically. The team dynamics are really varied with the kids on the team all having different personalities that mesh and clash in different ways.

X-Men Evolution: Romance and high school hijinks with superhero action. This is a team show like Teen Titans, but actually has a double life thing going on. The show clearly telegraphs to you who the final couples will be, even if the way getting there might have some drama along the way. Far more focus on things to do with school than the other recs on this list. Not really secret identity hijinks since all the heroes and villains know who each other are; it’s the normal students who are being kept in the dark, so it’s more of a “don’t let anyone know this different aspect of the world exists” secrecy thing.

Danny Phantom: A Spider-Man clone with ghosts. This one also telegraphs who the main couple will be in episode one, but there isn’t really much development there, so the characters spend a lot of time focusing on other stuff. Like X-Men Evolution, this one also has more focus on school stuff, although with the whole “superheroics make school even harder for an awkward teen” angle. Some secret identity hijinks with Danny trying to keep his ghost-hunting family in the dark about his ghost powers, but his best friends are in on it from the get-go.

Batman Beyond / Batman of the Future: So, funny story: this team got told: “make a Batman show where he goes to high school” for relatability points, and their solution was: “a new Batman goes to high school in a cyberpunk dystopian future and gets mentored by the original”. This show is a sequel to the Batman the Animated Series, but you don’t need to have seen that show to follow this one, since it’s set so far in the future. Just having a concept of Batman and his usual supporting cast will do. Terry has secret identity hijinks, gets stuck between two girls, neither of whom he feels understands him fully, and saves the day from some pretty creepy villains. This one is definitely for an older audience because, as I just stated, the singular episodes can get creepy.

Kim Possible: This is a banger of a girl power show. The main premise is “Kim Possible: she can do anything. Ron Stoppable: he can’t.” Kim’s sidekick is her main love interest even if they take forever getting there and, despite his sidekick status, Ron is treated with a lot of respect as a character by the writers. He frequently gets his own focus episodes and he’s allowed to have opinions that go against Kim’s and this aspect of them is really showcased in how different they can be. Even so, you never question whether or not these two adore the heck out of each other even while they’re still trying to keep their relationship platonic. No actual super powers or secret identities, but there is some drama with trying to schedule your civilian life around your hero one.

W.I.T.C.H.: This show has peak “guy who starts off as strictly the love interest suddenly becomes a major player in the plot” development in addition to having another guy who’s there for the action from the get-go while also having a major romance arc with one of the main girls. In addition the girl team gets secret identity hijinks with their families and friends although they all know each other’s secret identities. Gets more serialized in season two, like the comic it’s based on, but each episode still has a bunch of meat to it.

Winx Club: This show is a bit more of a changeling fantasy story than a superhero story, but the main characters do need to save the day a lot and even start to view themselves as heroes the more the series goes on. The main point is the main lead having a Normal Teenage Girl perspective in a magical school. She and her friends basically all get their own romance arcs, all with different flavors so there’s something for everybody. Each season has a self-contained story that gets concluded by the end, but the quality of said stories decreases from season four onward (kinda like another show), so I recommend watching only seasons 1-3.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: This pick is mostly if romance is not a key factor. It doesn’t matter which one you pick; there’s barely any. The focus is on family first and foremost. But, the thing about this franchise is that it’s been relaunched so many times and the different versions are so different that there’s a high chance of there being a version for everybody. The 87 cartoon is kid friendly, until the edgy retooling that was panned and the 2003 cartoon is grittier until the lighter-toned retooling that was panned (almost like you shouldn’t mess with a working formula). Fortunately you can skip the seasons that don’t work, because of the “and the adventure continues” nature of Turtles shows; there is never a conclusive ending. The 2012 show is a zany CGI cartoon and Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is the most anime-esque with Studio Trigger-like action scenes.

Power Rangers: @infinitysgrace and @chronicallylatetotheparty keep telling me early Miraculous and Power Rangers have a lot in common, so I’m downloading Mighty Morphin Power Rangers as we speak. Can’t say much more than that yet.

My tip for not wanting to deal with shows letting you down: wait until you can be reasonably sure of what the show is going for before you get into it. The thing about Miraculous though is that season four was a retooling of the series so it introduced some pretty bad curveballs that few people saw coming. Of course, that’s why my recommendation list is full of shows that have already concluded. Sometimes works that are already finished are better because the drama has already passed and you can check beforehand if you should be concerned about a particular character’s treatment in the show.

#dats chats #long post #recommendation

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deliciouspeachpirate · 1 year

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I posted 1,194 times in 2022

12 posts created (1%)

1,182 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@carryingthebanner

@mysandwichranaway

@cold-butter-warm-toast

@hotcocoandmarshmallows

@shippingcannons

I tagged 554 of my posts in 2022

#newsies - 144 posts

#jack kelly - 52 posts

#newsies shitpost - 38 posts

#davey jacobs - 34 posts

#percy jackson - 26 posts

#lord of the rings - 22 posts

#important - 22 posts

#newsies fanart - 21 posts

#fansies - 21 posts

#tumblr culture - 19 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i’m currently in a room with 11 other people who are presumably asleep and will be for another hour and a half so i can’t listen to it now

My Top Posts in 2022:

This is a tumblr hug, or a tumblr high five, or a tumblr sitting in the same room together, pass it on to your ten favorite followers or mutuals <3

AYYYYYY THANK YOU BESTIE! Right back at you! I saw your other ask too, you're so sweet <3

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crash

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Ok now I'm curious to see which newsie you associate ME with

Okay so I went to look through your blog and the very first thing I saw screaming lady and cat meme and so my brain instantly said Race but then then the very first couple posts were about how nice it is when someone's open about how much they care about you and giving someone the bigger or better part of something you're sharing because you love them and so I'm gonna say you're Jojo.

I've always seen him as a bit of a jokester and always trying to make people laugh, but he's also the sweetest guy ever and one of the first people to know if someone is having a bad day. Basically, I think you're really cool!

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for the newsies association, either kath or finch!

Ooooo interesting! I am very honored that I remind you of our queen, her majesty Katherine Pulitzer Plumber! And Finch is cool too, I never would have thought about that! We stan our bird man

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My #1 post of 2022

Sprace Royal Wedding AU (Let me know if anyone has an idea for a good title!)

@gendistic42 Here is your fic for @newsiesgiftexchange! I absolutely LOVED your prompt! This was my first time writing an au, so I hope you like it. It's also important to note that this fic isn't finished yet because it is going to become my first ever series! Updates will probably be sporadic, but shall be made with love so hopefully that counts lol I'm so glad I got to be a part of this! Without further ado, here is the first part of *Inset Title Here That I Will Come Up With Later!* I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Spot was pissed. He'd always known that one day he was going to have to marry someone who was chosen for him, someone that he wouldn't have much time to get to know, and given his track record, likely someone he wouldn't even like. All the same, to find out that Denton had chosen someone without even talking to him first made him angry.

Denton had been his father's advisor before he died. He'd practically raised Spot and while it was safe to say he was one of the only people Spot actually loved, they two didn't always get along very well. Denton wanted to make sure that Spot would be ready to rule when the time came. Seeing as how his father had died years ago, he would be crowned king as soon as he turned 18, leaving him with far less time to prepare than most had. Spot had watched Denton rule as the Lord Protector, learning all he could from him, until he effectively took over at 16. It was a hard life and while Spot often wished it had been passed to someone else, he wanted the best for his people and wasn't willing to risk turning over his kingdom to someone who didn't care about it as much as he did.

Spot's inevitable marriage was one of the most common debates between the him and Denton. It always started the same way. Denton would ask if Spot had thought any more about one suitor or another, Spot would get defensive over all the other things he had been working on lately till Denton pointed out that Spot was using that as an excuse to avoid thinking about it. Spot would get angry, Denton would yell back and they'd fight till Spot inevitably stormed from the room to lock himself away in his office for hours on end. They always made up quickly, they couldn't afford not to, and they both understood the other's position. The last argument had ended with Spot telling Denton to just find someone for him so that he didn't have to think about it anymore.

Sitting in his office, Spot now regretted telling Denton to decide without him. Spot realized that while he trusted Denton to try not to doom him to a miserable life, he had given up what little choice he'd had in finding someone to marry. Knowing Denton, it was likely someone serious, stoic, and far to boring for Spot's taste. Someone who could help him run his kingdom well, but probably not someone he would want to spend his life with.

Most of the reason why Spot loathed the idea of an arranged or political marriage, though he would never be caught dead admitting it, was that he wanted to have a chance to actually fall in love with someone. He wanted the chance to admire them from across the hall, for his friend's to tease him whenever his crush walked in the room. He wanted to ask them on a date and go to the movies or watch the stars together talking about everything and nothing. He wanted to hold their hand and watch their face light up when they talked about their passions. He wanted to make pancakes on a Sunday morning while his partner cooed over their kid in the living room. He wanted so many things that he'd never get the chance for.

Spot jumped as his phone vibrated next to him. Looking down he saw the name lighting up the screen. Of course Davey would be calling him. Spot had known Davey Jacobs for as long as he could remember. The Jacobs family had always been granted nobility back when Spot's grandmother had been queen for their ongoing efforts to align the monarchy with the needs and feelings of the people. Ever since the family had been both politicly active and well loved by most of the nation. Because of their close relations with the royal family, Davey, Sarah, and Spot had practically grown up with each other. Spot wasn't always sure if Les knew that he was technically his future king, but Spot didn't care for Les to ever see him as anything other than his older brother's stressed out friend.

He huffed and ran a hand down his face before declining the call and going back to the document he had been trying to distract himself with earlier. Not five seconds later his phone lit up again. Groaning he declined the call again, unlocking his phone and typing out a text before the young politician could call him another time. Just as he was about to send it, that damned picture of a smiling, gap toothed 8 year old Davey took over his screen again.

"Davey what the fuck do you want?"

"Wow, Denton said it was bad but I didn't expect that," Davey's languid and amused voice gave away that Spot's reaction was exactly what he had expected.

Spot gritted his teeth a took a deep breath before he responded.

"Jacobs, I swear, you'd better have something real important to say."

"Dude you just got engaged and you don't even know who it is. You literally told your dad to choose someone for you."

Only a handful of people knew that Spot would often refer to Denton as his dad. Given that his actually father had been the king and was now dead, it would have been considered disrespectful of him to refer to anyone else as his father, even though the former king had never had much of a hand in raising Spot in the first place.

"Yes, which is why you had better say something interesting in the next five seconds or I'm hanging up, I've got work I was doing before you called!"

"Uh huh, because you were definitely focused on that and not on your future husband," Spot could hear Davey rolling his eyes through the phone.

After a moment of silence, Davey huffed slightly before speaking again.

"Look Spot, how about I come over tonight. I don't want you stewing around your office and don't say you're working, we both know you aren't gonna get anything done like this. Let's just watch a movie, maybe sleep out on the balcony and talk. You need some time to process this."

Spot sighed before answering. "Ya know what Dave, you pick out the movie and I'll cover snacks."

"I'll be there in 20 minutes."

Spot laughed, "You'd better, Jacobs."

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enslaughts · 1 year

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the dividends of experience. . .

#𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂 : a low activity horror - heavy multimuse roleplay blog for characters featured in mixed media, including life is strange, the quarry, the last of us, stranger things, dc + marvel, succession, supernatural, yellowjackets, star wars, twilight, the grishaverse, hunger games, and more. headcanon heavy.

an ode to : teenage horror, body terror, ignorance as bliss, mirrors behind sheets, and things that go bump in the night. 𝟶𝟺/𝟷𝟾/𝟸𝟹. written by jean, 23, white, they/any, cst. on hiatus.

roster. prompts.

currently consuming : the last of us part i and ii, the bear

high muse.

sean diaz. life is strange 2. karen reynolds. life is strange 2. jesper fahey. the grishaverse. @dvrast cat saetang. the last of us. tommy miller. the last of us. kendall roy. succession, not spoiler free. javi martinez. yellowjackets, not spoiler free. laura lee. yellowjackets, not spoiler free. cassian andor. star wars. k-2so. star wars. peter parker. the amazing spider - man. bruce wayne. batman: unburied. jason todd. arkham knight. peeta mellark. the hunger games.

dash rules.

000. . . disclaimer.

just a little one ! i am very new to dc + marvel comics and find myself often overwhelmed with the amount of issues there are to read. i’ve got the spirit, but i may or may not know the basics about your muse when it comes to comic based portrayals. i apologize in advance, but it’s nothing a little plotting can’t fix, so if i pop into your ims with stupid questions about your muse, this is why. but as always, if you’re still down to clown, i am very much too !

001. . . activity.

i'll be frank : i write pretty sporadically, and this goes for ic and ooc interactions. i can get overwhelmed juggling responsibilities often, and socializing is one of the first things to go. i un / fortunately work 40 hour work weeks, and only get every other weekend off, so my schedule makes consistent activity difficult on top of my focus. if i can successfully plot something with you, i find my muse is sooo much more involved, but i'm contradictorily bad at it due to the reasons above ; it's truly hit or miss, and i understand if that becomes frustrating for any of my partners. sometimes i’ll be able to get out a couple drafts a week, others merely once, or not at all. if i haven’t replied or answered something in a while, please know it’s nothing personal, i’m just taking my time until i feel good about what i can put down. writing is a hobby i enjoy, but if you're looking for a blog with any sort of regularity, this isn't the one for you. i have other rp blogs i try to run as well, therefore i might be very slow on this one at times. i can be quite the flaky rp partner, so i apologize in advance for that and completely understand if my antics [ or lack thereof ] result in an unfollow. if i go longer than two months without activity, i'll try to make a hiatus notice.

002. . . following.

because of the previously stated, i’m also highly selective with who i rp with. i want to not to bite off more than i can chew, and for the sake of pacing myself, my activity will be reserved for mutuals only. if my thread count gets too high for my liking, it's not uncommon that i drop threads, but i will absolutely try and let you know if that happens. duplicates are always welcome <;3 [ let me know if you need me to tag same - muse posts and i’ll be happy to ! ] i regularly go on softblocking sprees to keep my follower count semi - low, but do feel free to re - follow if you feel like the stars merely misaligned for our first bout of mutual following and i'd be very down to give it another shot. on that note, it'll take me a week+ to follow back sometimes, as i like to read through not only rules, but dossiers and verse pages, especially for ocs, so it can take a hot minute.

003. . . etiquette.

the basics ; don’t be an asshole, any transphobia, biphobia, homophobia, racism, whitewashing, pro - shipping, incest, etc, will be blocked on sight. no godmodding, please cut your threads, continue asks in new posts, etc, and no stealing of any personal concepts of mine. loose inspiration is fine, but if i see repeated similarities, i may or may not approach you about it. formatting - wise, here is an example of my prose style. i primarily use big ol’ text and static or no icons, beta editor + xkit rewritten, but feel free to format however you like and i’ll try to match you somewhat. since my concussion, however, i will no longer be threading with super small text or anything heavily formatted, as this can strain my eyes and make headaches worse, even with my glasses.

004. . . shipping.

i’m all about exploring meaningful dynamics, whether they be platonic, familial, antagonistic, pre - established, etc, so feel free to shoot me a message if you’d like to plot something out between our muses ! while the mun of this blog is 18+, smut just really isn’t my thing ; referenced ‘ offscreen ’ as it were is fine, as are nfsfw headcanons and such, maybe fade to black / time skips, but for the most part, you won’t find any roleplayed smut on this blog. this of course is muse dependent and does not apply to any underage muses. romance is fine to some degree, but again, if they are a child, anything beyond lighthearted and innocent experiences are off limits, no exceptions. if i see you’ve aged up a minor character for shipping purposes, it will result in an instant unfollow. if at some point i flesh out adult verses for them, these shipping rules will not change. on that note as well, i do prefer to rp with muns who are also 18+. i don’t see your age somewhere in your rules or pinned, it will affect my willingness to follow.

005. . . memes.

memes from anyone, anytime, for the muse or for the mun, are always welcome, and often a go - to ice breaker of mine since starter calls make me nervous. please don’t hesitate to send a good handful since i try not to cage myself into answering ones i just don’t have muse for. i find if i force stuff, i’m just less likely to ever actually get it done, so don’t feel like you’re overwhelming me if you send more than just a couple for me to choose from. please remember to specify which muse your asks are for unless it’s to one of my sideblogs. if you want to start a thread from an ask, i greatly encourage it since i try to write most answers as potential starters anyway ! lastly, any memes in my tag aren't expired. if i don't want them sent in anymore, i'll delete them from the tag.

006. . . triggers.

this blog leans horror - adjacent in many ways, and this blog will be portraying that accordingly, including trigger - heavy content such as : depression, ptsd, panic attacks, violence, murder, kidnapping, self harm, smoking, abuse / neglect, animal death, horror elements, cannibalism, torture, brainwashing, death / resurrection, religious imagery, etc, but i will try to tag it as ‘ trigger // ’. on that note, please do keep in mind : any abuse present on my blog will be in headcanons or backstories, never actual threads. if i’m writing with villain muses, physical harm may be present, but i refuse to roleplay any domestic / animal / harm or abuse in any form. my personal triggers are visual eye gore, visual self harm, and visual vomit. please do feel free to say something if i forget to tag a post and i’ll try to tag it for you right away !

whew. all that said, i'm jean, 23, white, and i use they/any pronouns ! thank you for taking the time to read my rules, and rest assured if i follow you, that means i’ve read through yours as well <3 discord is available for mutuals upon request.

007. . . blogroll.

enslaughts. a medium activity horror - heavy multimuse. dvrast. a selective jesper fahey. low activity. follows from enslaughts. wolfsp1der. an original spider character. low activity. fists4once. a fandomless, original archie andrews. low activity. wayfares. a selective western multimuse. hiatus. greatloss. a selective slow five hargreeves. hiatus. clericlost. a selective slow william byers. hiatus. mindsflayed. a selective slow mind flayer + vecna. hiatus. follows from clericlost.

#navigation.

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fists4once · 10 months

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#𝙵𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚂𝟺𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴 : a fandom - less portrayal of archie andrews, inspired by ethel cain's preacher's daughter and removed from canon. often dc based, but very crossover friendly ! extremely personal + original take on the character, re - written as fandom - less and very headcanon heavy. sb to enslaughts.

a study in broken promises and fallen pedestals, bruised knuckles punching in the wind, hero complexes, lost childhood and butterfly nets, grief as anger, healing, what it means to have a body, and to not. 𝟶𝟼/𝟸𝟸/𝟸𝟹. re - imagined by jean, 23, they/any.

notes. prompts.

dash rules.

you do not need to be following my main to follow and interact with me over here. however, i do require that i be following you from there before interaction.

000. . . disclaimer.

the rpc's distancing from riverdale is very much understood, however, my portrayal of archie is incredibly personalized and wholly adapted to a personal trajectory of mine over the last half a decade. inspiration is taken from the cw show for his backstory, but my default verse for archie is only vaguely season five - like, but that's about it as far as similarities go. this character is a comfort muse unfortunately and incredibly comfortable for me to write simply because of how long i've been doing it. if you hate riverdale, i promise i've heard it all before and am not here to hash it out, but to write what's practically become an original character for me. if you don't wanna be here, simply scroll or block, beloved.

001. . . activity.

002. . . following.

because of the previously stated, i’m also highly selective with who i rp with. i want to not to bite off more than i can chew, and for the sake of pacing myself, my activity will be reserved for mutuals only. if my thread count gets too high for my liking, it's not uncommon that i drop threads, but i will absolutely try and let you know if that happens. duplicates are always welcome <3 [ let me know if you need me to tag same - muse posts and i’ll be happy to ! ] i regularly go on softblocking sprees to keep my follower count semi - low, but do feel free to re - follow if you feel like the stars merely misaligned for our first bout of mutual following and i'd be very down to give it another shot. on that note, it'll take me a week+ to follow back sometimes, as i like to read through not only rules, but dossiers and verse pages, especially for ocs, so it can take a hot minute.

003. . . etiquette.

004. . . shipping.

005. . . memes.

006. . . triggers.

this blog leans horror - adjacent in many ways, and this blog will be portraying that accordingly, including trigger - heavy content such as : depression, ptsd, panic attacks, body horror / issues, violence / injury, horror elements, parental death, smoking, religious imagery, as well as past statutory rape, but i will try to tag it as ‘ trigger // ’. on that note, please do keep in mind : any abuse present on my blog will be in headcanons or backstories, never actual threads. if i’m writing with villain muses, physical harm may be present, but i refuse to roleplay any domestic / animal / harm or abuse in any form. my personal triggers are visual eye gore, visual self harm, and visual vomit. please do feel free to say something if i forget to tag a post and i’ll try to tag it for you right away !

007. . . blogroll.

enslaughts. a medium activity horror - heavy multimuse. dvrast. a selective jesper fahey. low activity. follows from enslaughts. wolfsp1der. an original spider - person. low activity. wayfares. a selective western multimuse. hiatus. greatloss. a selective slow five hargreeves. hiatus. clericlost. a selective slow william byers. hiatus. mindsflayed. a selective slow mind flayer + vecna. hiatus. follows from clericlost.

#navigation.#fandomless rp #dc rp #dcu rp #apocalypse rp #tlou rp #marvel rp #mcu rp #superhero rp #supernatural rp #western rp #yellowjackets rp

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wolfsp1der · 10 months

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#𝚆𝙾𝙻𝙵𝚂𝙿𝟷𝙳𝙴𝚁 : a selective low activity kaeden ' kae ' klein aka wolf spider roleplay sideblog for an original character based in sony's into / across the spider - verse. un - affiliated with earth - 13989's spider - wolf, crossover friendly !

an ode to : terrible, horrible, no good, very bad luck, a good liar's web, and making a home in your own skin. 𝟶𝟼/𝟷𝟷/𝟸𝟹. spun by jean, 23, white, they/any, cst.

prompts. footnotes.

dash rules.

you do not need to be following my main to follow and interact with me over here. however, i do require that i be following you from there before interaction.

000. . . disclaimer.

001. . . activity.

002. . . following.

003. . . etiquette.

004. . . shipping.

005. . . memes.

006. . . triggers.

this blog leans horror - adjacent in many ways, and this blog will be portraying that accordingly, including trigger - heavy content such as : depression, ptsd, panic attacks, body horror, violence, murder, kidnapping, abuse / neglect, animal death, horror elements, expirimentation, death / resurrection, religious imagery, etc, but i will try to tag it as ‘ trigger // ’. on that note, please do keep in mind : any abuse present on my blog will be in headcanons or backstories, never actual threads. if i’m writing with villain muses, physical harm may be present, but i refuse to roleplay any domestic / animal / harm or abuse in any form. my personal triggers are visual eye gore, visual self harm, and visual vomit. please do feel free to say something if i forget to tag a post and i’ll try to tag it for you right away !

007. . . blogroll.

#pinned.#spiderman rp #superhero rp

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thetruearchmagos · 1 year

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it’s not october anymore (though it will forever be in my heart), so here are a couple of prompts for the october-themed ask game: 🌙 🥧 👻

Farewell October, til we meet again in a time period that will feel, at least to me, like something between six years and a week.

Now, my Answers!

🌙: Do any of your OCs have dark backstories or secrets they're trying to keep?

Ooooh, let's see....

Counts on fingers... keeps counting... runs out of fingers

Yeah, I'd say they do! I feel like it likely speaks poorly of me that most of my characters will never, ever, receive fully reveal my characters pasts, or really reveal much at all. The biggest offender is probably the guy I'm stuck calling "The Magician". He's got over a century living across the 12 Worlds and beyond them, and he's not gonna be telling you even a fraction of it. Part of it is genuine safety, for himself and others. Some of it is due to his employment in the Occult Defence Directorate, as well as certain "other services" he's rendered unto the United Commonwealth government, almost all of which is incredibly classified. And some of it is because he's an absolute dick who enjoys knowing more than anyone else in the room, which ends up usually being the case.

I'm thinking you'll hear more than a few references to past legends surrounding him, coming from various other characters, if I were to make use of him as a character. He'll seem a borderline mythical being, enemies who've only ever heard those stories speaking of him like we would Hercules or Achilles. To his friends, colleagues, and subordinates, he retains his air of mystery to varying degrees, though under a more positive light.

🥧: Let's talk about food in your WIP. Are there any special recipes or traditional meals? Do any of your OCs cook or bake?

You, my friend, have brought me perilously close to running my mouth off for a hundred years on a Worldbuilding tangent! That will have to wait for another post, if you want to hear it.

Some of them, yes, and the way and why of their cooking is something I've considered trying to use for their characterisation. The Magician is... a magician, who could frankly never eat at all without suffering much, yet indulges himself constantly on as fine cuisine as he can manage to get, or simply using said Magic to conjure up a meal with a snap of his fingers. Still, he retains what is said to be a rather developed skill as a cook, though the only thing most will see of that is a breakfast of soft boiled eggs, and toast of butter and a mysterious kaya jam. And if you know what that refers to, you get a star! If you don't, I'm happy to tell you, but also, haha!

Meanwhile, Higgs and a very important, yet so far not much talked about, man named Jean Dumont cook for their SOs, a symbol of their affection. Colonel Higgs ain't much of a cook, sporadic attempts at simple dishes being her limit, but Lt. Gen. Gustav would take it all in as if it were liquid gold as long as he knew she made it, something I think of as a symbol of their love being the slender strings bringing together two people who have been through so much horror, violence, and trauma, and have found in each other something and someone to hold onto, to be so foolishly free with. Brigadier Jean, who by the way is Gustav's Chief of Staff, on the other hand, would make a good crack at a Michelin star, if that existed in the 12 Worlds. He cooks for his wife, Hadhi, not lavish but certainly well made meals they enjoy, especially with each others company. In their case, the homely meal around the table is the sort of love they could rarely share back in the Wars, and so every moment they can spend in one another's is another chance to make up for lost time. There's is a long love, a deep and passionate love that has been tested and left unyielding through the horrors of war and lonely distance, which weathers the storm unflinching and, at the end of it, leaves the other with a home, hearth, and haven to come back to.

... alright, one unscheduled rant on love and relationships, done!

Oh dear, I realise I may now sound utterly insane after reading that

👻: Can you tease some WIP ideas that have been haunting you / something you want to write in the future?

Can I? Yeah, probably!

Alright, there's a lot of them. I'm gonna go with one, and just one so this doesn't get too long, of my weirder ones. Warning, one very long and poorly worded rant ahead!

Ever heard of "The Adventure of the Dancing Men"? It's a Sherlock Holmes story, one of my favourites, and in a way it inspired this WIP, which currently lacks an actual name. Basically, it starts off with these two guys, good mates, meeting up at a cafe. One of them seems nervous about something, and after some sort of prodding by the MC, says his fiancee's been acting a bit strangely recently. Blank letters and strange packages keep arriving, sent for her even though she says she never ordered them. She's become incredibly anxious, sometimes scared to leave the house, sometimes completely missing for the whole day, until she returns late at night, impossibly tired. The fiance says he feels like he's being followed, and that apparently people have been asking about him at his workplace.

The MC knows the two of them well, and knows they loved each other dearly, couldn't be seperated, and when he hears of the parcels and questions he realises that his friends might even be in serious danger. Now, MC here has a friend, a semi-retired detective from the police force who has quite the legend about herself, and goes to speak with her. She first tells him to mind his own business, but relents, and decides to call in with her old boss to see if he can help.

Since she's done that, she isn't surprised when she's called in by said boss to the station. However, when she's there, her boss tells her that she can't do anything to help, and that our Detective is to immediately and completely cease any involvement with "the Fiancee" or her SO. Now, she doesn't like hearing this, and begins questioning her boss, but seconds after she gets started the door to the office bursts open, and an older man and a slightly less old woman, wearing suits, step into the room. They move to stand to either side of the Boss, and the woman introduces them as members of the "security and intelligence" community, or something along those lines. She says that the woman in question is involved with something highly sensitive, and that as such the Detective's involvement would place a significant risk to security and public safety. She gets her and her boss's word that they will not involve themselves, leaving them a signed order from their own superior, the Director General of the Police Forces, and then departs with her silent colleague.

Needless to say, the Detective is immediately suspicious, but is conflicted about what she can do about it. She meets with the MC, and they chat over the whole affair. The next day, they find out something happened.

The Fiancee is missing, and the Fiance was found unconscious, laying on the floor of their apartment. The dwelling looks as if it'd been hit by a tornado, ripped apart and thrown about, and all of the woman's belongings are as absent as their owner is.

And... that's it for the Teaser! Believe me, there is sooooo much I didn't include, Gemini, though if you're really curious I can say more over the Messages or in another post. Until then, I'll leave you with... whatever this was.

And, that's a wrap!

#writeblr ask game #my writing #my wips #asks #original writing #This was oddly fun #especially for the second one #I didn't even know I did that stuff #but it exists now!

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rosy-dolly · 3 years

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DP Shiptember 2021

Day 4: Awkward, Competition, Patching Each Other Up

Jazz swears she did it while under Ember's spell.

Danny doesn't bother mentioning it was on the freshest page of her notebook.

#dp shiptember 2021 #danny phantom #hypno therapy #jazz fenton #ember mclain #i will try to post a couple more prompts but it will be very sporadic tbh #also big thank u to everyone who left such nice comments on the last prompt I did 🥺💗💗💗💗#my art

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azuregiggles · 3 years

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i love these prompt things haha

could you possibly do 15 with ler!sap, lee!dream ?

I’m not sure which list you wanted 15 from so I’ll try both lol

15. “You lose, I tickle you. Deal?”

15. Person A doesn’t like their smile, so they always cover it when they laugh, much to person B’s disappointment. In retaliation, Person B starts lightly tickling Person A, who covers their smile, but it means they can’t use their hands to stop Person B’s tickles. As they slowly get worse and worse Person A eventually breaks.

@fluffallamaful I hope you like it :)

Masked Smiles [Ler!Sap Lee!Dream]

Author’s Note: I’ve never written a full on Fic before so forgive me on this first attempt. Sorry if the intro takes too long. This is a platonic relationship.

Summary: Dream hides his smile and Sap has had enough.

It had been nearly a year since Sap had moved in with his masked friend. In that time Dream had slowly become comfortable enough to keep his mask off everyday. It had taken a while and Sap was grateful to have finally made it as far as they had. Once Dream had opened up to him their friendship took off rather fast. These days they could joke and laugh about almost anything, much like they were now.

Together in Dreams streaming studio they were placing bets with the chat as to whether Dream could beat Saps record on some parkour course they had come across. So far Dream had come really close, and chat was on his side.

“Ooh maybe if you weren’t trash at Minecraft you’d be able to keep your spot on the leaderboard Sap” Dream read the dono and laughed, hand over his mouth to cover his arrogant grin. Sap rolled his eyes, he didn’t care about the dono, he just wished Dream would smile freely rather than cover it up all the time.

“Why do you always cover your smile? You don’t even have a face cam no one can see you...” Sap asked the green hooded man.

A faint blush adorned Dream’s features “I don’t like my smile, there’s nothing wrong with that.” Once again Sap found himself rolling his eyes, he’d see him smile eventually, he’d find a way.

The stream continued another hour and Dream still hadn’t overcome Sap on the Leaderboard. Chat was getting bored and Dream wanted to move on to the next event.

“One last try chat, one more. Last prediction, Will I beat Sap? Place your bets.”

“What if we had a bet of our own?” Sap said in a mischievous tone.

Dream, who was always up for more ways to pick on his roommate didn’t hesitate “What kind of bet?”

“You lose, I tickle you. Deal?”

Dream flushed a lovely red, very grateful for push to talk “WHAT!? Why the heck would you ask for that!? What kind of a bet is that?”

“Oh wow is THE Dream, GOD of Minecraft, scared of a little bet? Worried you’ll lose?”

“Oh my gohod you’re so dramatic. No, I’m not scared of your stupid bet. WHEN I win I’m making you walk to the store in a dress and makeup.” Dream covered his giggles “No, no. If I win, you post pictures after I do your makeup.”

“Alright, deal?” Sap extended his hand. Surprised that his friend would agree so easily, Dream hesitated. “Well, you scared.”

Rolling his eyes, Dream shook his hand and the bet was made. “Alright chat, Sap and I placed a bet on this last run. WHEN I win you all get to see how pretty he is in makeup” his usual maniac laughter followed as chat exploded with encouragement and questions. “Last run here we go”

After a few minutes of dodging pistons, riding mine carts, and jumping from ladder to ladder, it was time. Dream was at the final stretch. Only six blocks stood between him and victory. He jumped from the fence to the ladder, mentally counting down. Five more. Off the ladder and onto the slime block, up to the end rod. Four, three. A sprint jump to another fence. Two. Across to the final ladder, up and to the runway where he’d need a perfect sprint jump to cross the six block gap. One left. He ran, jumping in time to build momentum. Reaching the end of the platform he jumped, and missed the ladder by what felt like only a pixel.

“WHAATT! What the heck was that!? I HAD THAT!” Dream smacked his headphones down as chat filled with Omegalul, Fs, and Notlikethis. He had lost. “That shouldn’t count. Chat I think I deserve another run.”

“No, you don’t! You lost Dream!” Sap laughed before getting close to his ear “You know what that means now right?” He placed his hands at the other’s sides, earning a squeak.

“NO! You have to let me end stream” nervous, muffled, giggles flooded the air “we are NOT doing this while I’m live!” Sap withdrew his hands and told him to make it quick. Dream only managed to stall for a couple of minutes by reading donos before Sap wiggled his fingers in the air. The message was clear, he could end now or suffer through whatever had Sap possessed. With a last goodbye to chat, he ended the stream and shut off the PC. “So, uh...”

Sap scooped his friend out of the chair, not waiting to hear whatever excuses he’d planned to get out of this. Dream struggled over his shoulder, gently punching him until Sap squeezed his side, causing his hands to shoot up and cover his mouth. Once in the living room Sap tossed Dream onto a large bean bag, after all bean bags are shifty and much harder to escape from. Straddling the green one’s waist with a smirk Sap smirked down “Alright if you feel like you’re about to die the safe word is Smile.”

“Sahafe word?” he couldn’t hold back his covered giggles “What is thihihis, Fifty Shades of- SHIHIT!” He was promptly cut off by the fingers digging into his ribs. “NOHOHO StahaHART sohomWHEHEre EHEHLSE” Dream pleaded with his roommate, there was no way he’d be able to hide his face for long if this continued. Rolling his eyes with a huff, Sap switched to kneading his sides. Dreams sporadic laughing slowed to high pitched giggles. “Okahay yohou tickled me pleheheHEASE Sahahap”

“Please what? It hasn’t even been two minutes you big baby” Sap drilled his thumbs into the lowest rib on each side. Dream let out a tea kettle wheeze and his hands shot down to push at the offending digits before snapping back up to cover his mirthful grin once more. But, it was too late, Sap had seen his smile and he wanted to again. “Move your hands!”

“HEHELL NOHO”

“I already saw it so you might as well give it up Dreamy~” he cooed. A brilliant, deep red washed over the laughing boys face, barely visible through his fingers. Both hands managed to sneak under Dream’s shirt and start to skitter up and down his belly “Awww you’re so red~ I thought your favorite color was green”

New peals of high pitched, desperate laughter filled the air “FHUHUHUK YOHOHOU! J-Juhuhust SHAHADDUP Ahahalready!”

Sap clicked his tongue, shaking his head “You haven’t even tried to stop me yet, you didn’t try to run. It’s almost like you missed that jump on purpose Dream. Did you secretly want this~?” A series of sputtered, incoherent words were all the answer he needed. “No way?! Does the little speed runner like having his tummy tickled?” Sap slowed to gentle pokes so he could receive an answer.

Both arms rose to cover his deep red face “Gohohod yohou’re SO ANNOYING, shuhut uhuhup. I’m gonna kihihihill you”

“Uh-huh, whatever you say giggle bitch! Now, let’s see that smile” Sap used both hand to try pulling his arms down.

“I already told you no! You’re literally soho dumb! I’m not gonn- FUHUCK NO NO SAHAHAP NOT THERE!” A strangled shriek escaped Dreams throat as his best friend dug into his hips. He tried to buck Sap off but the bean bag didn’t allow him enough leverage.

“Oh? Is this your worst spot?” He inquired, going from squeezing to kneading and drilling his thumbs into the bone. Another ticklish shriek escaped the man beneath him.

“NOHOHO! DOHOHONT! SAHAHAP! DOHOHOHONT”

“I’m not doing anything! Don’t what?” He feigned an innocent tone.

“TIHIHICKLE MEHEHE” Dream didn’t realize until he’d said it what he’d fallen into “WAHAIHIT NOHOHO- ACK!”

“Only because you asked buddy!” One hand kneaded Dream’s hip and the other pulled one hand from his face so he could blow a raspberry on his neck. The dam broke.

“*snort* SAHAHAP NAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE!” his free hand shot down to push away the attack on his waist, the other still held captive “*wheeze* STAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE” his smile was free.

“Aww you sounded like Techno for a second there! I gave you a safe word~” he cooed directly into the green man’s ear before resuming the raspberry onslaught.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP SAHAHAP! I DOHOHONT CAHAHARE! STAHAHAP!”

Sap stopped blowing raspberries long enough to drink in Dream’s smile. He had no reason to hide it, his teeth were white, they weren’t crooked. It was a nice smile. “Say the word, or I’m not gonna stop.”

He hesitated until Sap gave him a final raspberry, this time on his belly “FIHIHINE SMIHIHILE!”

The attack immediately ceased and Dream’s wrist was set free. “You okay?”

Self conscious and flustered Dream nodded, still giggling from the phantom tickles but not covering his face anymore.

“You have a nice smile” Sap ruffled his friend’s hair and climbed off of him.

“I hahate you”

#ler!sapnap #lee!dream #tickle community #mcyt tickle #Azure Fic

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hannah-schooler · 3 years

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for the summer vibes prompt - fresh fruit, maybe with the disaster trio? love you!! 💚

Hey!! Thanks so much for the ask!

For the prompt "Fresh Fruit" from these summer vibes prompts

Obi-Wan, with what he would never admit was amusement, watched as Anakin attempted to force feed his Padawan a ration bar. He couldn’t particularly blame the girl for her refusal—she was still new to subsisting on them, and no matter the flavor they tasted like lightly flavored dust.

But after the last battle, they all needed sustenance. He would likely find himself in a similar situation with Anakin later. The fact that he’d been in the same position with Ahsoka only hours earlier would undoubtedly go completely over his head.

The planet they were currently stationed on was mostly tropical rainforest. Brightly colored vegetation and wildlife surrounded them—was indeed beautiful to look at. But the resultant humidity coupled with sporadic rain showers made it seem as though they were being slowly steamed alive.

Obi-Wan hefted himself to his feet, wincing at the twinge in his back. He turned toward the where the treeline lay to the east and set off in that direction. He might as well scout the area. His two errant padawans would be trying to out-stubborn each other for a long while yet.

The dense canopy above him blocked out nearly all sunlight once he got far enough away from the sparser edge of the forest. He paused in a clearing, opening his senses to the Force. It’s eddies were energized here in a way that was astonishing to behold. He had always been more attuned to the Cosmic Force than its Living counterpart, much to his own Master’s befuddlement. But here, with so much life surrounding him, it wasn’t hard to see the beauty Qui Gon had found in the world around him.

Birds called from high in the trees, answered by unseen creatures roaming through the foliage. He couldn’t quite tell through the trees, but the planet’s suns seemed to have begun their downward trek. He best be heading back to camp, before Cody sent out a search party.

On the edge of his vision, something golden and low to the ground stood out against all the green. He studied the curious plant: its golden-yellow coloring, the points lining its skin, and tall green leaves sprouting from the top. He vaguely recognized it, perhaps from a long ago mission. He thought he remembered it being edible, perhaps a sort of fruit.

He smiled to himself, igniting his lightsaber to cut the plant’s bounty away from its base. Something sweet, something natural after the artificial bitterness that always lingered after a battle would do Anakin and Ahsoka some good. And if he remembered correctly, he had enjoyed this particular delicacy as well.

Though it was entirely possible he was misremembering a poisonous plant, similar in appearance, that had laid Quinlan Vos out for a week.

They’d soon find out, he supposed.

It was far later than he’d anticipated when he finally emerged into the flickering firelight of the camp they’d set up earlier that evening. He nodded to the troopers posted on watch as he passed, following his bond with Anakin toward the center of camp.

The fire was on its last legs, and in its shadows he found his padawan resting against a log, with Ahsoka curled up like a loth cat in an impossibly small ball. Her head rested on his thigh, while his draped over her like a blanket.

Anakin glanced up at his approach, inclining his head as the older man sat down beside him.

“Did you ever manage to get some dinner into her?” Obi-Wan inquired, rolling his harvest in his hands. Anakin looked at him curiously, but apparently decided against asking.

“No. Togrutas are carnivores and all we had on hand were the plant based bars. Apparently she can handle most natural plant matter just fine, but the artificial stuff upsets her stomach.” He waved his hand. “Something about chemical structure—I don’t know. Point is, I had no idea because apparently no one thought it was important to tell me that my apprentice can only eat half the food we’re providing for her.”

Obi-Wan settled a hand on Anakin’s shoulder, and his own heart went out to see his shoulders slump in dejection. Unwanted though she may have been, Ahsoka already had Anakin well and truly wrapped around her little finger. Though he would never admit it. And Obi-Wan knew well the worry and care a Master had for the wellbeing of their Padawan.

“Well in that case,” he presented the fruit he’d found on his walk.

Anakin raised an eyebrow, but said nothing and merely shook Ahsoka awake as Obi-Wan began carving up their late night snack. The fruit’s inner flesh was bright yellow and fragrant. It smelled tangy, and had a sour feel on the tongue, but its juice gushed with sweetness.

“Quite a complex flavor, I do say.” Obi-Wan studied the piece in his hand, glancing to his companions for their input. He wondered if the fruit could only grow in tropical zones, or if it might perhaps do well in the Temple gardens.

But his question was met with only silence, and he turned to find his two, idiot children stuffing their faces in competition.

“That’s seven!” Ahsoka cried triumphantly, though it came out more of a garbled mess as she spoke around her food, juice dribbling down her chin.

“Nine!” Anakin smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as if he’d just won a great award.

Internalizing his sigh, he waited patiently for the two of them to realize they couldn’t swallow without choking themselves.

Ahsoka tried, and failed, to fit one last piece of the fresh fruit into her mouth, looking entirely too put-out for the situation. Force help him if they continuously tried to one-up each other like this throughout their entire partnership. He’d be grey by the time he was forty.

Ahsoka proceeded to delicately remove the fruit from her mouth, then popped each little yellow cube back in until she’d eaten them all.

Her Master, ever the picture of grace, spit the bunch into his hands. Obi-Wan swore he’d at least tried to teach the boy manners.

“That’s so gross, Skyguy.”

Anakin shrugged as he dropped a handful into his mouth. “I still won.”

“Well it wasn’t exactly a secret that you have a big mouth.” Both Anakin and Ahsoka’s heads snapped in his direction—Anakin’s face the picture of bafflement while Ahsoka portrayed open delight.

After a beat they took to digest his words, Ahsoka erupted into unrestrained laughter, while his former padawan spluttered for a response.

Anakin chewed dejectedly on the remainder of his fruit, but his lips were tugging up at the corners as Ahsoka’s pealing laughter carried through the night air.

Obi-Wan found his own smile spreading beneath his beard. These two…He shook his head, rising to his feet and dusting off his knees.

“You turning in already, old man?”

“Yes, well, some of us need our beauty sleep.” He shot Ahsoka a conspiratorial look, laughing at the way her eyes lit up. “Anakin most especially.”

Anakin rolled his eyes as Ahsoka dissolved in cackles once more. “Alright Snips, I think it’s far past your bedtime.”

“What?! You can’t give me a bedtime.”

“I’m your Master. That’s my job.”

“Master Obi-Wan hasn’t given you a bedtime.”

“I’m a Knight!”

“Could’ve fooled me!”

The sound of their bickering followed him into his tent. It might very well grate on his every nerve when they had to face the war once more in the morning. But tonight, the evidence of their youth and the taste of sweet fruit on his tongue were the lullabies that carried him softly into sleep.

#disaster trio #anakin and obi wan and ahsoka #fanfic #fanfic asks #tumblr prompt #just me indulgently writing the kids eating some pineapple #does pineapple grow in the rainforest????#it does now

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thegrantwater · 3 years

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holy shit you guys thank you so much for 50 followers!! i really do have to apologize for being gone for so long, believe me i'm trying really hard to keep up with posting on here but i'm dealing with a very toxic home life at the moment

i'm gonna work on something for this milestone over the next few days, but in the meantime if anyone wants to send in prompts/ships/characters they'd like to see me write for i'd be more than happy to try! i love you all so much, and i seriously cannot even begin to explain how happy this blog has made me over the last couple of months. y'all mean the world and thank you so much for the support <3

i'll be back to posting semi-regularly hopefully soon, so in the meantime there'll be pretty sporadic updates of little things or drabbles i can get out in the meantime

#text #holy shit 50 followers #seriously thank you all for the support #it means the world #fuck toxic parents that try to take your shit and stop you from writing #i love you all

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ghostofskywalker · 3 years

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i need advice, i am a pretty sporadic writer (i was in your fic exchange last fall, under the name ithehellisbucky, its my side blog) i write every day for a week and pump out three stories, and then i get 4 notes total and go radio silent for 5 months. i have done this many times with between 500- 6k words per fic. i never got any recognition, and as much as i didnt want to pressure anyone into anything my main reason for writing is to create a world to feel safe in, and when no one joins you in your world, you feel really lonely. i have pretty bad mental health issues, so i often switch from fandom to fandom (but i loop back around a bunch and am very committed) and i am in need of reassurance. im gonna finish up a request i got a while ago, and then im gonna go work on a series i wrote the first part of. so, my questions are:

should i publish under my main blog with a large following that i dont really want to be the same as my writing, or should i go back to my highly refined side writing blog that gave me 0 notes for 5000 words and 30 followers

how can i help myself write

how can i write better

and how can i grow my following

sorry for the intensity, i just need to ask someone :)

hi again! don’t feel bad, i totally understand needing someone to talk to 💕 i think the best way for me to answer is to just tackle your questions, i’ll do that first

i’ve gotten a similar question before, so i’ll also link that if you want to take a look :)

although i prefer a sideblog specifically for my xreader fics, i can understand why it’s not always the best idea. it’s kinda hard to get to know your mutuals, and replying to comments is always a bit awkward if the person doesn’t know your main blog. what you could do is post the fic to your sideblog and then reblog it to your main, that’s what i did for my first couple fics. this way if anyone follows your main and they also read the type of fic you’re posting to your sideblog, they might drop in and follow it if they already follow your other blog. or, you could make an entirely new blog and start completely fresh.

i would say the best way to get myself to write is to find like random prompt list on here and write from that. sometimes when i see people reblog prompt lists i’ll skim over them and i’ll be like “oh that prompt might work with bucky,” so if there’s a prompt that catches your eye just write it!

i’ve found that getting more comfortable writing allows me to both write more and improve my writing skills. i’m definitely not the person to talk to about time management though, i’ve been telling myself i need to take a break from writing since last october and i still sit down to try to write nearly every day like a monkey dancing for spare change at a carnival

as far as growing your following, the only thing i can think of is time. if your fics aren’t getting any notes, check to see if they made it into the tags immediately after you post, because tumblr has a notorious habit of not putting fics in the tags, and that stacks the system against new writers big time. other than that, events are a good way to get your name out :) i’m still running exchanges, but i’m doing them through tumblr rather than ao3 now because it’s a lot easier for everyone, and there’s just more people on here. also writing challenges are great, because those are normally done for high follower counts, so when the challenge runner reblogs your fic, more people will see it. you could also do one of those posts that’s like “i’m looking for mutuals” and then tag all the characters you write in the tags so people can find you!

also, another thing i discovered is that people don’t necessarily want 5k+ word fics. i’ve found that anywhere from 1k to 2.5k is a nice sweetspot for my writing. don’t freak out about your writing being too short, and as long as you like what you put out, other people will too.

also finding other writers who are in the same boat as you helps so much! a lot of tumblr (whether people want to admit it or not) is give and take, so if you find some people and you all reblog and hype each other up, it just benefits everyone :)

i hope this helped! if you have other questions i’m here 💕

#ghostofskywalker.ask #blondefrnk

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write-it-motherfuckers · 4 years

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Just a quick note about why I’ve not done much other than reblog old prompts over the last two days.

Right now my laptop is shutting off sporadically every couple of minutes or so, whilst letting out increasingly worrying high pitch crackling sounds. As such, I’m finding it very difficult to type anything or edit any posts, as I’m having to save them every couple of lines, just in case the laptop shuts off again and I lose all progress.

Please keep being patient with me, I am trying my best with what is available to me at this time.

After I’ve written up the prompts of the day, I think I’m going to just turn it off and stick to fiddling with my phone for the rest of the day, in the hopes that the rest will help it function better tomorrow, so that I can get more done.

I’m sorry for all the trouble Darlings, I hope things are going a lot better on your end 🖤

#mod speaks #I'm so sick of this honestly

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for-emilia · 3 years

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Catch Me.

Football was finished for the christmas period. Neither of the pair had any plans over christmas, only to spend the time with each other and relax. The house was quiet as both dogs slept and the couple lay on the sofa, scrolling through their phones aimlessly.

“Let’s go and play footie,” Emilia spoke out into the quiet room, lowering her phone and pushing her foot into Fikayo’s face to get his attention.

“One a side?” Fik laughed, locking his phone and putting it down on his chest, kissing the side of Emilia’s socked foot then scrunching his nose up, wondering why he just did that.

“No, two a side,” she nodded her head over to the two drooling pups on front of the fire, Bronx laying on his side, head rested on Fik’s discarded hoodie, Camo laying on his front, no doubt dribbling in his sleep.

“Me and you vs the boys? Or me and Bronxy vs you and dribbler?” Fikayo laughed, smiling as Bronx pricked his ears up at the sound of his name.

“Me and Mr dribbler, he don’t just dribble on himself you know, gonna dribble around you and chunk,” Emilia retaliated, sitting up and looking out the big bifold doors to her left. It was cold, the Late December weather casting a layer of frost over the grass, making it sparkle in the low sunlight.

“Come on then,” Fik squeezed her knee, looking over at her and smiling before calling out for the dogs, “Oi, Bronxyyy, Camo, you wanna go to the field?”

Both of them immediately jumped up, prompting their parents to do the same thing, making their way upstairs to put more layers on. Fikayo replaced his thin shorts with some thicker joggers and a quarter zip that they used in Chelsea training, his initials and number on one side of his chest and the club logo on the other side. Emilia pulled on some yoga pants she knew Fik would like, a sports bra, and one of Fik’s smaller hoodies, not wanting to be dragged down by it being too oversized.

They met back at the door, where Fik was already standing with the boys, collared and leashed up ready to walk the short distance to the field before they could run free. As soon as he saw her emerge down the stairs, Camo ran over to Emilia, waiting patiently as she put her trainers on, knowing she’d pick up his lead sooner or later so they could leave.

“Oh lord, can you calm down?” Emilia let out a loud belly laugh, seeing Fik in his professional Chelsea training gear and holding his football boots in the hand that wasn’t holding Bronx’s lead, “the gaffer ain’t gonna be there you know.”

“Pfft, you thought I was gonna take this lightly?” Fik scoffed, lowering his eyebrows and scrunching up his nose, “you invited the wrong lad for a kick about.”

“You right, you right, lemme call Tammy real quick,” Emilia played along, reaching to pull her phone out of her hoodie pocket just to wind him up.

“Get out,” Fikayo opened the door and pushed her out into the cold, smacking her arse and looking down to watch it, “mm where’d you get these?”

Emilia smirked to herself, knowing her prediction was right and she knew her man too well.

“That’s not very professional, is it?” she played along to him taking this casual kick around seriously, “don’t think that’s how you should be representing the badge.”

“Oh, did you not know?” he spoke out seriously as he finished locking the door, “that’s part of training now before we start.”

“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes and began walking, looking down at Camo happily plodding along beside her.

“Your bum’s nicer to smack than Mason’s though,” he laughed at his own joke, emphasising his point with another spank to her arse, leaving his hand there for a little bit as they walked, “you should come to training in the new year.”

“Yeah, I will,” she smiled, stopping for a moment to let Camo do his business.

“Oi, let's beat mama and Mo,” Fikayo whisper-shouted to the rottweiler, setting off immediately running down the street alongside the dog, leaving Emilia and Camo in their wake.

“Dickheads,” Emilia said to the slightly smaller of the two dogs, “come on.”

They finally arrived at the field, first letting the two dogs off the leads so they could run around and play together. Luckily, the field was empty, allowing them to do whatever they wanted, just them four and the ball Fikayo had kicked the whole way there.

“Come catch me,” the second he’d dumped the dog’s stuff and their other belongings by one goal post, he set off with the ball at his feet, speeding across the field away from Emilia’s whines of protest.

“Fik!” she giggled then began running as fast as she could, he might be absolutely rapid, but there was no way she was going to let him win, no matter how she had to do it.

Fikayo ran in circles, up and down the wing, pulling stupid little tricks he knew would wind Emilia up even more, until he got knocked off his feet. It was somewhat dangerous and she probably shouldn’t have done it but he should’ve known to not challenge her.

She jumped in two footed, almost winding herself and Fikayo but she didn’t care, the ball was now hers and she wouldn’t let him forget.

Her shrill laugh echoed around the vast, empty field as she scurried off with the football and sounds of Fikayo’s complaints mixing with her own victories.

“Come and get me now, in your little professional gear,” she laughed as she imitated his stupid cocky tricks, somehow managing to pull them off just as well, “if only the lads could see you now.”

Fik took it upon himself to let her tire herself out, doing stupid runs and trying to torment their babies with the football while he set up his phone on the goal post on the opposite side of the field to their belongings and where she was. He opened up the camera app and knelt down to press record, checking it was going before dashing down the field.

You could immediately hear her screams as Fik chased her, sporadic movements trying to set her off balance and make her lose possession. They continued like this for a few minutes, Fikayo regaining possession but Emilia always kicking the ball from under his feet somehow. That was all until Bronx had enough of his parents acting like children, coming from supposedly nowhere and tackling the ball from between both of them, his large body and strength blocking them both from stealing it back off him.

“Oi! That was your fault! Don’t let your son steal it!” Emilia laughed, hitting Fikayo on the chest and pointing at where Bronx and Camo were now imitating their parents, running around like loons trying to get the ball from each other.

“What do you mean?! I’m the soft one with him, you’re meant to be the one to be harsh and tell him off!” Fik retaliated, pushing her away but keeping a hold of her wrist so she got pulled back in and confused slightly.

“Well go and get it then, or you know what Camo’s like, he’ll chew it up,” Emilia mused, looking at Fik expectantly knowing he’d have more of a chance of receiving the ball than she would.

He sighed and began to calmly walk towards them, knowing they’d just set off in the other direction if he ran. Suddenly, he was nearly falling to the ground. An unexpected weight on his back almost knocking him off kilter before he realised it was his girlfriend, clinging to him like a backpack.

“Take me with youuuu,” she laughed quietly in his ear as he jumped her up, settling her more comfortably on his hips, “I’ll get lonely.”

He laughed and wiggled where he stood, trying to shake her off as a joke before grabbing a tight hold of her legs and running as fast as he could in between the two dogs with Emilia on his back.

“No! Fik! You can’t run!” she squealed, realising extremely quickly this was a bad idea, not knowing what came over her as she didn’t like being picked up in the first place, “babe you’re gonna drop me!”

Her words got more high pitched as she spoke, tightening her grip as much as she could around his shoulders and laughing, half out of sheer terror and half out of fun. Impressively, Fik managed to steal the ball back, booting it up the opposite end of the pitch away from the two dogs as they were now interested in Emilia’s dangling legs and Fik faffing about in between them.

“I’m gonna have to put you down into the sharks,” Fik joked, wanting rather to put her down than risk dropping her and injuring her or one of the dogs.

He tried to gently put her down in between them both, but with the bustling dogs and the short warning, she ended up on her bum.

“Fikayo!” she scolded him in his full name, cursing as he cackled at the sight of her sitting on the muddy ground with him standing over her. And like fuck was she having that.

Emilia grabbed his arm and behind the knee at the same time, pulling him to the floor where she was lying, trying to not get crushed as he fell like dead wood.

“Baby!” he screamed, trying to quickly alter his reflexes and land next to his girlfriend not on top of her, only having a split second to shift his weight so landing half on top of her.

“I’m gonna kill you,” he laughed, moving to have one palm on the floor on each side of her head, suspending himself inches away from her face in a plank over her, “you cheated.”

“Agh shit, did Tammy tell you? Fuck, it’s not what it seems, I can explain,” she made a joke out of him calling her a cheater, twisting his words and thinking she was the funniest person in the world.

“Shut the fuck up,” Fik whispered with a smirk painted across his face trying not to laugh, knowing she was more than close enough to hear him.

The dogs had ran off, not interested in the pair anymore, probably chewing up the football but neither of them particularly cared anymore since there were a million more back at the house.

“I could fuck you here and nobody would know,” Fik whispered again against her lips, half forgetting about the running video and half not hating the idea of turning it into something else. The camera obviously couldn’t hear any of what was being said

“Aye that’s until a random neighbour comes out the bushes and reports us,” Emilia scrunched her eyebrows up, not wanting to say no but also knowing it was a horrendous idea, “we’ll get mud everywhere too.”

He dramatically sighed and kissed her a few times, relaxing for a minute and warming himself up on her lips before his arms started to shake and he decided he needed to actually rescue the poor football’s fate. She sat on the floor for a second, watching as Bronx barked at him and Fik mocked major offence, putting his hand on his chest and pretending to be sad they’d argued before asking him for a cuddle, using it to his advantage to rip the football from out of his mouth. He could hear Emilia’s cute laugh from the other side of the pitch, booting the football and immediately hitting the crossbar.

Fikayo ran around the pitch dramatically to celebrate, both dogs following and on his tail as they made it over to Emilia, pulling her up and joining in on the fun, knowing she’d want to battle Fikayo for who could hit the crossbar most times. While she brushed off her bum of the debris that clung to her from the floor, Fik ran over quickly and pocketed his phone, not wanting her to know he’d filmed some of their shenanigans.. Well, until he got home and rewatched the footage, unable to contain himself therefore posting the clip to his story of him stealing the ball off her a few times and the little clip of them clattering to the ground at the end.

“You little sneak,” Emilia beamed, seeing the notification pop up on her phone as they lay in bed together, knowing the clip of them falling to the floor surrounded by the dogs would make everyone blow up.

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Warning: sad.

Tabula rasa. Those are the terms.

Get out of Azkaban, work at her insipid house-elf charity for a year, and pretend they’ve never met before.

It’s weird but anything is better than sitting in Azkaban for a second year.

It’s like a fresh start.

The concept is tantalising.

He refrains from rolling his eyes as he agrees to the terms. “I’d love to act like I’ve never seen her before.”

“The terms will be magically binding. Violate them and you will return to fill the additional year of your sentence,” the weevil-faced lawyer says.

Draco glances at his mother who sits eagerly beside him and is nodding encouragingly.

“Fine. I’m legally bound act like I don’t know her. Sounds ideal. Where do I sign?”

He doesn’t know why the clause even exists in the agreement. Three weeks on the job and he hasn’t even laid eyes on her.

The day he arrived, he’s shuffled off into a cramped office in the basement and, after they try giving him a variety of different tasks, he ends up being assigned to write thank you letters.

It’s his entire job.

Excellent penmanship is apparently the only usable skill that he possesses.

He assumes at first that it will be easy. He’ll come in late, leave early, and spend a matter of minutes charming a couple dozen notes tops.

“Dear Bootlicker, Thank you terribly much for your generous donation if 500 galleons. I’m thrilled there was literally nothing else you could conceive of to do with your money. It will assuredly be used by yours truly to improve the lives of the sentient abominations called house-elves. Sincerely, love and kisses, the Wizarding world’s favourite buck-toothed harridan, Hermione Granger.”

No. It’s not easy. Granger has elaborate requirements for all the thank you letters that she doesn’t even bother to personally write.

He has to go through the society papers and Granger’s detailed personal calendar to make references to the donor’s last meeting with her. He’s expected to ask about children and grandchildren by name, and discuss the inner-workings of the charity as well as to relate anecdotes about all the sad little elves the donor’s money saves.

Within a few weeks he’s maintaining a full-fledged correspondence between the most bizarre assortment of Wizarding folk, a centaur, two vampires, and an alleged forest troll. A correspondence that he is maintaining as Granger, whom he hasn’t laid eyes on in years.

Supposedly she looks over all his letters before signing them and sending them off, but Draco doubts it. After weeks there, he still hasn’t so much as caught sight of her bushy head.

He torn between a sense of outrage and admiration over what a slick ship she runs. He doesn’t think she even shows up in her office most days. If she does, she never slips so much as a toe past the fourth floor, certainly not to any floors Draco’s allowed on.

Granger has a matronly personal assistant the size of a mountain named Charlotte. The woman is like the female version of Crabbe and Goyle simultaneously. Draco is convinced she must be at least a quarter troll. She glares at Draco whenever “passing on messages” and makes clear to Draco that she’d gladly snap his spine if Granger ever gave her the go-ahead.

Draco accepts his “job” with his head down. He just has to endure it a year and then he’s free. Maybe once he’s not at risk of returning to Azkaban, he can expose what a fraud Granger is.

He finally sees her after two months.

She’s walking by with her assistant when he’s standing in the hallway, taking a break from his cramped office’s inadequate air flow.

Granger catches sight of him all the way down the hallway and without hesitating, bolts up to him.

“Hi, I’m so sorry. You’ve been here for over a month and I haven’t said hi.” She’s beaming at him as she takes hold of his hand and shakes enthusiastically. Her assistant comes thundering down the hall after her. “I’ve been admiring your penmanship for weeks. I’m Hermione Granger, and you must be Draco Malfoy. I’m so pleased we could have you on the team here.”

Draco stared at her blankly while she pumps his hand up and down.

Tabula rasa.

Everyone at the charity knows who he is, even though they make a show of not. There are loud comments about the kinds of people who would become Death Eaters. The receptionist pretends to be unable to recall his name or that he has a job there. Draco is obliged to go through the full sign-in process every morning as though he’s a visitor.

However, Granger has no idea who he is. It’s not an act. There is not even a flicker of recognition in her eyes as she grins up at him.

He’s imagined their fake “meeting” a dozen different ways but this iteration isn’t one that occurred to him.

“Granger,” he says as she continues wringing his hand. Charlotte is ten feet away, her footsteps shaking the hall, and her eyes are threatening a slow and painful death. “It’s been a—pleasure.”

“Miss Granger, you have a meeting with Gibbling to review charity finances in five minutes,” Charlotte says as she reaches Granger, trying to tear her away from Draco.

“I do?” Granger’s hand slips out of Draco’s and she looks chastened, as though she’s been slapped. “I didn’t remember—“

“I apologise, ma’am,” the assistant says smoothly, inserting herself between Granger and Draco. “It slipped my mind, I only just remembered he sent a note this morning. I’m sure it will only take a few minutes.”

Granger is craning her neck to look back at Draco as she’s being herded away. She side-steps her assistant and cuts back.

“It was nice meeting you, Draco. I’m having a little party at my flat this Saturday with some of my friends. Would you want to come by? It’s the least I can do after being so rude.”

“I…” Draco glances back and forth between Granger’s hopeful face and the venomous expression of Charlotte behind her, who is shaking her head warningly. “—don’t think I can make it.”

“Oh. Well, I’m sure we’ll see each other again.”

Draco watches Granger trot off with her assistant in tow feeling incredibly confused about what’s going on.

He feels like if anyone were going to tell him, they would have already done so. He’s legally bound to play along with whatever this ridiculous farce is.

His mother has to know, but her lips are apparently sealed on the matter.

“You’re out of Azkaban, darling. Focus on that and never mind anyone else.”

He wants to, but he can’t help but try to figure it out. Why doesn’t Granger remember him? It feels like he’s been personally and exclusively excised from her life and he hasn’t the foggiest idea why he was the only one singled out.

Granger clearly knows his mother. She’s an active participant post-war rebuilding and gives speeches from time to time about things like the Battle of Hogwarts.

Granger isn’t the type to fuck with her memory based on anything and everything Draco knows about her. If she were, he doesn’t know why she’d choose to forget him. And if she did choose to forget him, he doesn’t know why her weird melange of employees and friends would let her hire him.

It feels personal and he can’t bring himself to leave it alone. Is there anything else she doesn’t remember?

When he isn’t ghost-writing her correspondence, he starts going through the newspapers and her old calendars trying to pinpoint exactly when Granger may have forgotten his existence.

He thinks it happened about six months after he was imprisoned in Azkaban following the war. Granger’s exhaustively detailed calendars start immediately after that and her public appearances were sporadic and odd up until then.

He starts hanging around in hallways when he thinks he might run into her. Her assistant is always a few steps behind her, glaring at Draco as though she knows why he’s there and inventing meetings and events in order to get Granger away from him.

He’s been there four months and has barely spoken to her for more than ten minutes in the entire time.

He’s in the middle of writing a sarcastically cordial letter to Romanian vampire when his office door cracks open and Granger sneaks into his office.

He looks at her as she drops into the chair across from his desk and lets out a heavy sigh of relief.

Draco eyes the door, waiting for Charlotte to burst in like a raging erumpant.

Granger notices where his gaze is directed. “Don’t worry. I sent Lotte on an errand. We have at least fifteen minutes before she comes looking for me.”

Draco looks back to Granger. He doesn’t know what to make of her.

This version of Granger is weirdly cheerful, like all her prickly defensiveness has been smoothed away. She still looks frightful, as though she suffers a phobia of hair potion, she’s still bizarre and obsessed with things like saving house-elves and everything else in the world. But he feels like she’s an entirely different person around him.

Maybe he’d just never known her without her claws out.

Granger shifts and looks slightly uncomfortable. “She’s very protective of me. I—I lose track of things sometimes.”

Draco just nods, not really sure how anyone who keeps records of their daily activities as exhaustively as Granger does could possibly be accused to losing track of things.

She glances around his office. “Why on earth did they put you in here? This room looks like a storage closet.”

Draco refrains from telling her that it literally is a storage closet and the absolute farthest room from her office. He measured one day, just to confirm it to himself.

“I’m not picky,” he lies. “It’s more comfortable than Azkaban.”

Her mouth purses. “That’s hardly a commendation. I’ll have you moved upstairs. I’m sure we still have a few extra offices. Somewhere with a window and plants! My friend, Neville, is a genius with plants, once we’ve moved you, I can get a few.”

She pokes around in his office for a few more minutes, interrogating him about how he likes his job and how his “co-workers” are treating him. Draco lies his way through her questioning until she stands up looking at him thoughtfully.

The next day, Charlotte appears looking enraged while he’s at the front desk filling out the visitor sheet for the hundredth time.

“Miss Granger wants your office moved to the fourth floor,” she says, looking as though someone has force-fed her a lemon.

Draco’s new office is two doors down from Granger’s. He has an entire wall of windows.

Granger pops in relentlessly, bringing him plants and a knitted tea-cosy, and “Lotte” looks more and more as though she wants to throttle him.

Granger takes to sneaking into his office whenever Lotte is out running errands. Which seems to occur suspiciously often.

Draco is certain that Granger’s aware that there is something odd going on. Her eyes are sly and calculating. She knows she’s being “handled” and that it involves endless attempts by all her employees to keep her as far away from Draco as possible, which makes her obstinately seek him out all the more.

At first Draco tries to ignore her, but she is his boss. He feels obligated to talk to her whenever she shows up.

Eventually they talk about all the letters he’s writing on her behalf. She looks down at her lap and spends several seconds straightening her skirt.

“You must think it’s odd that I don’t keep up with the donors personally,” she says looking up at him.

“Not at all,” he lies. “I’m sure it’s common for charities of this size. I’m happy my handwriting can be of some use.”

“I used to—“ she says, her voice somewhat halting. “But—“ her head jerks slightly, “my—my memory can be rather—that’s why I keep so many notes in my calendars, to keep track.”

Her expression is visibly strained, her beaming effusiveness gone.

“You’re a very busy person,” he says, eyeing her carefully.

She gives a stiff little nod and her eyebrows furrow. “I think—I used to remember things better. Now, if I don’t have someone to remind me about things”—her head jerks—“I forget details.”

“It’s probably just stress.”

“Maybe,” she sounds unconvinced.

She has all the traditional symptoms of someone who’s been extensively and powerfully obliviated. Absent-mindedness. She’s chronically forgetful, Draco realises over time.

Charlotte does invent excuses to get Granger away from Draco, but many reminders are for real events that Hermione forgets she’s headed to. On several occasions Draco finds her standing alone in the hallway, trying to remember which door is her office.

She’s still smart. Still blisteringly smart, but it’s like watching a bird with its pinions clipped. It’s clear she’s intended to be airborne, but someone has hobbled her.

It’s painful to witness, and it’s made worse by the fact that she’s clearly aware of it.

The memory loss somehow seems to centre around Draco, which he cannot understand. If someone malicious were to go and wipe something from her memory, her best friend’s school rival is not the person Draco would pick.

Obliviation is self-protective. The mind will not consider the idea of tampering or let her realise her memories are incomplete. Whenever a conversation strays anywhere near their shared past, her attention abruptly, almost violently pivots to a different topic.

However, despite how obstinately her memory keeps her from suspecting any past acquaintance with Draco, she can’t seem to stay away from him. As though she can instinctively tell he’s a missing piece.

One day she tells him about a potion idea she has, and it’s almost brilliant except she’s clearly forgotten a brewing idiosyncrasy of a key ingredient. She realises she’s missed something and just comes to a rambling halt in the middle of her explanation, a drawn, embarrassed expression sweeping across her face.

“Never mind. I think—I should...maybe it will work out if I write it down—“ she looks down and her cheeks are stained scarlet.

“Sting slime needs to simmer for six hours uncovered,” he says. “Unless you want the potion to result in weightlessness.”

She stares at him for a moment and then her face breaks into a beaming smile. “Yes! Six hours of simmering. That’s when you leave it under the full moon and gather fresh asphodel.” She sighs with relief and presses a hand against her head. “That’s what I was missing. I thought—thank you, Draco. I thought—I thought maybe I’d gotten it all wrong again.”

Her exuberance causes Draco’s entire body to grow warm and a weird bubbling sensation in his stomach.

He avoids her eyes. “I haven’t brewed much since leaving prison, but everything else sounded correct. If you want to send it on to a potions journal, I can look it over if you ever write it all out.”

Her eyes are shining and she grins at him. “That would be so helpful. My friends didn’t really care much for potions class. I’m so glad I found you.”

She skips slightly as she leaves his office, which causes his entire face to twitch repeatedly as he witnesses it.

Granger spends increasing amounts of time in his office and Draco doesn’t—well, he doesn’t exactly mind.

She’s infinitely better company than dementors, he tells himself.

She incredibly interested in him, in a way that he has no idea how to handle. She wants to know what he’ll do once his contract with the charity is over, and he finds himself trying to come up with ideas to share with her that don’t don’t merely involve him indolently frittering away his time on his family’s properties.

It isn’t as though he’s not allowed to be friends with her. The terms of his contract simply require him to give no indication of any prior acquaintance with her.

They can be friends, he tells himself when she invites herself into his office to have lunch with him.

Good friends even, he reasons, when she invites him to her flat for dinner one evening.

Or more than friends...

Hermione is perched on the arm of his desk chair.

Their faces are getting slowly closer and closer until he can feel her nervous breathing. She has the most beautiful eyes. Her hair falls forward as his nose brushes against hers.

His hand ventures up until his fingertips trace along her cheek.

She smiles. Her smiles always start in her eyes and the corner of her mouth curves faintly up as she dips her head lower.

Their lips are almost touching when the door bursts open and Charlotte storms across the room.

“Miss Granger is supposed to be at a board meeting,” she says as she rushes Hermione away.

Draco has barely gotten his heart rate back down to a steady pace when Charlotte returns in a state of seething rage. She grips him by the robes and physically drags him from the building.

“You’re contagiously ill. Bed-ridden. I don’t want to see you set foot in this building for a month,” she says, glowering at him. “Stay away from her, you Death Eater bastard.”

Draco goes home sulkily. His mother is in France visiting a cousin and he has nothing to do but lie about indolently drinking.

The attempted separation goes as well as Draco expects. Charlotte may be obsessively loyal to Hermione, but she clearly didn’t think through what sending Draco home sick would result in.

Hermione shows up at Malfoy Manor through the floo after three days. Draco has to bolt through the manor and dives into bed mere seconds before she comes trotting into his bedroom, carrying a basket packed with soup and potions.

She fusses over him for several minutes while he lies and pretends to be languishing. Finally she sits down, looking endearingly awkward and starts updating him on the various going ons at the charity.

As the minutes tick by, Draco can’t help but develop a sense of unease. There’s something off about her.

Her eyes begin darting around. She speaks faster and faster. Her hand rises up and touches her throat before twitching up to her temple. Her head jerks.

It finally dawns on Draco why she doesn’t remember him.

She breaks off mid-sentence, her eyes darting around wildly.

“Draco—have I—have I—been here before?”

Draco sits up instantly and reaches for her, trying to keep his voice steady. “Hermione. Hermione, look at me. Focus on me. You were telling me about the elves that came to you yesterday. Don’t look around. Focus on the elves. Let's get you back to the office. I’m feeling better. Let’s get out of here.”

She doesn’t seem to hear him.

She glances up and catches sight of the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. A whimpering gasp escapes her and she falls backwards off her chair.

Draco lunges but she stumbles to her feet and skitters away from him.

Her head starts jerking violently.

“We didn’t! We didn’t—“

Her voice breaks off with a sob.

Her face is turning white and her eyes lock on his. Her voice drops into a ragged, pleading whisper that pulls up memories that Draco has tried to bury in depths of his mind. “Please… Malfoy... Malfoy…please—”

Her head jerks. “We didn’t! We found it—”

She starts screaming at the top of her lungs.

It’s one endless scream that vibrates and tears the air apart. Draco doesn’t know what to do. Hermione keeps screaming until her whole body starts shaking violently.

Her voice abruptly cuts off and she drops to the ground.

Draco has to leap to catch her.

He’s shaking with panic and seething with rage as he carries her downstairs and through the floo to St Mungo’s.

He nearly decks Potter when he and Weasley come bolting down the hallway into the Janus Thickey Ward.

Draco wants to murder them both. “You couldn’t have bothered to explain that the reason she doesn’t remember me is because you obliviated her entire memory of Malfoy Manor?”

They just shove him out of the way as they rush into her room and leave him waiting outside.

Potter is the first one to re-emerge, more than an hour later. He stands staring at Draco for a minute. “She’ll—she should be fine,” he says in a dull voice. “The mind-healers will just have to reseal the memories.”

Draco glares at him. He’s still shaking. He doesn’t think he’s stopped shaking the entire time. “Why didn’t anyone just tell me why she didn’t remember me? And why the fuck did you obliviate her at all? Do know what you’ve done to her mind?”

Potter’s expression turns deadly. “Do I know what I’ve done to her? Why do you think it happened, Malfoy? Did it never cross your mind that there might be long term consequences for telling your insane aunt that Hermione was Muggle-Born.”

Potter’s face starts turning white with rage. “If you want to know whose fault this is—try looking in a fucking mirror.”

Draco stares at Potter in blank horror.

“Did you think people just get over torture? Since the war, St Mungo’s has discovered there’s an entire spectrum of brain damage that the cruciatus can cause, prior to reaching the point of insanity. Your aunt didn’t torture Hermione to insanity, but just—barely. We thought she was fine. The first couple months afterward—she seemed fine. She started having neurological issues a few months after the war. When she got them checked here at St Mungo’s, they found out the cruciatus had fried parts of her brain. That’s—apparently that’s how it works.”

Potter pulls off his glasses and wipes them. He refuses to look at Draco. “The only way they could contain it was by walling off the damage with magic, by using targeted obliviation. So—that’s what we did. It was just coincidental that she forgot entirely about you. I guess, for her, you were just as much a part of it as your Aunt.”

Draco stares at Potter and doesn’t know what emotions he’s experiencing. A lot. An entire maelstrom. More emotions than he knew he had. More than he ever wanted to feel.

“Why—Why did you let her hire me?” he finally forces himself to ask.

Potter’s face hardens. “That—was your mom’s meddling. Your release was conditional on your ability to secure a job. To the surprise of no one, nobody wanted to hire you.” He scoffs and looks down, his voice becomes mocking. “She’ll do anything to protect her son. She’d heard Hermione didn’t remember you, so she went to her with a whole sob story about her poor son who’d been forced to take the Dark Mark before he was an adult and now he was rotting in Azkaban because no one would give him a chance.”

Potter stares bitterly at him. “Hermione can never say no to a lost cause.” He gives an empty laugh. “We couldn’t explain to her why she shouldn’t without endangering her. We thought if you and your mother were both magically gagged, and Hermione was kept away from you, that it would be doable. But of course she noticed how lonely you were, and decided to take you under her wing.”

Potter exhales slowly and swallows. “Stay away from her, Malfoy.” His voice wobbles slightly. “The healers say you and your house are her main triggers. If you hang around her, she will inevitably relapse again. Every time they have to re-obliviate her it’s going to carve away a little more of her mind and memories. If there’s even a shred of anything decent about you, stay away from her.”

Draco manages to nod once before turning and walking unsteadily away.

When he’s home, he floo-calls his mother and yells at her until his throat gives out.

He packs a bag and gets a cheap room in Diagon Alley. It smells and there’s noise from the bar below, but it’s not screaming. There are no chandeliers.

He returns to “work” after a month and is informed that his office has been moved back into the basement. He doesn’t even blink at the news.

He resumes corresponding with Hermione’s growing donor list.

He doesn’t see her again.

Charlotte no longer bothers with passing on messages personally in order to communicate her utter loathing of him. She doesn’t ever leave Hermione’s side.

Draco only has to work at the charity for two more months. He puts up a calendar and X’s off each day.

He’s walking back from his lunch break two weeks later when he catches sight of Hermione’s bushy hair all the way down the hall. He ducks quickly into a nearby closet and waits until he’s certain she’s gone.

He nearly crashes into her as he steps back out.

Her eyes are bright and she’s slightly breathless from running. Charlotte is thundering down the hall after her.

Hermione beams up at him as she sticks out her hand. “Hi! Hi, I’m so so sorry. You’ve been here for months and I haven’t even said hello. I’m Hermione Granger, and you must be Draco Malfoy. I’m so pleased we could have you on the team here.”

Draco stares down at her.

There is not even a flicker of recognition in her eyes as she smiles up at him.

His throat’s so tight it’s as though he’s being strangled to death as he stands looking down at her.

A second year in Azkaban would have been infinitely less painful than this.

He sneers down at the proffered hand. “If you don’t mind, I just washed my hands. I don’t want filth like you sliming them up.”

#dramione #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #senlinyuwrites #asks #prompts #anthology collection

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bigskydreaming · 4 years

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Thank you again and still for all the help and support! I really truly can not imagine making it through the past couple days without it, considering I spent most of it awake and in the bathroom puking from the constant migraines that come with your head not being happy about its bones not being in the right place. Stress aggravates them, or at least my awareness of them, and because of how little work there is currently and how expensive being broke and disabled in LA is, let’s just say, there’s been stress, lol.

I’m feeling a bit better today, or at least I’m making myself pretend that and act like that since I’ve got another appointment at that clinic where I get my juicy and tasty IV bags of nutrients pumped into me since I barely even CAN eat, physically, which combined with the lack of sleep and the nausea, like, also not a great combination.

So, I mean it when I say your donations and support have absolutely been invaluable, everything from a couple dollars to an anonymous message, like, its all amazing and appreciated and invaluable. Yeah. I already said that, whoops, anyway, BUT I DIGRESS.

That’s about all of an update I have there, lol, so in other news, I should be around more today since like I said, I’m feeling a bit better and have possibly plateau-ed on this latest pain level. (My super-annoying superpower....ever since I was a kid I’ve been able to adapt to increases in pain like a pro. As in, being able to manage/function despite it. Course, I still feel it, but give me a day or two to adjust to a new norm in how much my body hates me currently, and then I can power through).

So, like I said, I should be around more today, and I’ll probably be random as hell. Like I’ve mentioned before, my blog is where I spew literally everything from inane thoughts to fandom feels, since its like.....my only social outlet these past couple years and the only way I get to interact with people who aren’t doctors. Expect no pattern in topics until I find whatever sticks and keeps me focused on it enough to serve as a distraction from, y’know, the broke body and broke bank account.

SO! Absolutely feel free to hit me up about anything and everything. ESPECIALLY if you’ve made a donation or sent me something. Like, I know some people who have sent money don’t even follow me or know me at all and are just generous spirits who saw my post somewhere, but for any of you who have sent any kind of support just cuz you like, like me and my rambles, lol, totally feel free to drop into my messages even on anon and say what kind of posts or content from me you really engage with and would love to see more of. I can’t make any promises or guarantees, unfortunately, given I didn’t expect or plan on crashing so hard these last couple days, bleh, and just....literally, like, writing more of the kind of stuff or posts people who have helped me stay alive is pretty much the only way I have of kinda giving at least something back, so I mean, I am happy to pounce on anything in that direction.

Again, just can’t make any guarantees given how unpredictable my life is and depending on how many people send requests or prompts or messages, etc, but I don’t delete anything of that nature and I usually get back around to stuff EVENTUALLY. For instance, I’m REALLY hoping to finish up two one-shots today, one that’s focused on Duke, Dick and Cass from that prompt you sent me a couple weeks ago, @zee-gee, and the other uh.....that umm, TW/X-Men fusion you commissioned way longer ago than my pride will allow me to admit in public @camelotpark, lol. And like, those posts you see me making to @russianspacegeckosexparty about the changelings project I talk about a lot, like.....Adam basically just sends me random thoughts and prompts about it all the time, and its like a running thread that’s easy for me to pick back up and sink into whenever I see a new one in my inbox and I’ve got enough spoons at the moment to dig in.

Also have a couple other things I want to respond to today while I have the energy and a destined-to-be-longer-than-it-needs-to-be meta about Dick’s positioning in narratives with various other characters and WHY I think it so usually works out that way, and I’m aiming to keep that more like....musing-esque than rant-errific, but uh, let’s see how that actually goes, lmfao.

Anyway, that’s what I have in mind for today, aside from my going to get my IV buffet at ten and emailing and calling people from listings about rooms to rent, but tbh, I might just end up being even more random and sporadic than usual, if I can’t focus on any of those long enough to stay sufficiently distracted today. (Like, my other annoying superpower as long-time followers have heard before, is my ridiculously fast metabolism. I know, “oh no, I’m so skinny, poor me,” but like....its never been about weight gain or loss for me, its about how fast my body processes various medications, meaning pretty much every painkiller I’ve ever tried is largely useless to me, or at most wears off in a couple hours.....whereas my ADHD meds actually provide me MORE relief from the pain than any of them. Basically, they let me actually focus on something OTHER than pain and not get interrupted/distracted by the occasional pain spike that likes to remind me its there and wants my attention......so I mean, I still feel everything that comes with my head being physically out of whack, but for the hours vyvanse is working for me, coupled with some heavy duty pain meds, I can like.....just sorta....not care about it for awhile. Like, it hasn’t gone away but its more shoved to the back of my mind at least. And all of that, I’m happy to stuff in a closet whenever I can, lol).

And that’s enough rambles for this post, I think. LOLOLOL, as if I have a quota. But yeah. Just wanted to express how much your support has meant and continues to mean, and like.....I’m still here and alive and crossing fingers that I’ll hear about an actual surgery date soon, but in the meanwhile like......I’m kinda stuck in a perpetual Limbo, one that’s largely confined to whatever is in hobbling distance from my bed of the day, and as much as donations help me physically, in remaining able to at least stay that way, just, any and all interactions on here help by keeping me engaged with the world on at least some level, and make it so I have stuff to think or talk about beyond my own situation and how I’m not a super huge fan of that.

(Okay, I shouldn’t say any and ALL interactions are appreciated, since I have my fun little runs of anon hate in my inbox, but I mean, all of the above is why they’re not really a big deal to me and never have been. Its like, dude, my own body has been trying to take me out for the past three years, and you think a few insults from an anonymous stranger are gonna do the trick? LOLOL, please. Tbh, the only real negative effect anon hate has on me is that it makes me a bit more snappish and quick to assume the worst than I’d like, when people @ me in a way that I misread as aggressive or in bad faith. I’m aware that my day-to-day temperment is a lot more irritable and open to fights than I usually like to be, as self-control is kinda a big deal to me, and my situation and stress and other shit kinda keep me constantly operating at a level best described as itchy, and none of that is an excuse for any times I read an interaction wrong and go for the throat. I just mean like.....I’m a very blunt and straight-forward person, and I do appreciate when people take a similar approach to me as it really helps keep those misreads to a minimum. Any time someone wants to engage with me in some way, I promise I am SO much easier to talk to if you just....put it out there, whatever it is. Its the games people play online (and in real life) that just frustrate the hell out of me and...yeah. Again, I’m not saying any of that as an excuse or a request for a free pass any time I fuck up an interaction or cross a line, I’m just saying, if anyone’s held back on interacting with me because they think I might snap at them or mistake it for them trying to start a fight, like......just be direct with me. Honestly, thats just....always gonna be more productive when it comes to me.)

But yeah. So that’s the current state of me and all that jazz. Again, I so appreciate everything everyone’s done to support me, not just these past couple days but over the course of these past three years as well. I notice and remember all of it, and its why even though I rant and complain and am critical about so much in society and fandoms and all that.....I really truly am a believer in the idea that there’s more good in people and the world than bad, and the bad just tends to be louder is all. It was especially loud for me the last couple days, the volume got way jacked up, but the goodwill from you guys has been more than enough to drown it out and give me some reprieve.

Alright, shutting up now. All done. The end.

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vxndictive · 4 years

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I’m back... Sort of

//So uh... Hi. After a couple of days away from everything tumblr related i managed to return with a bit of a fresh mind and new ideas, and this post that i hope doesn’t drag on for too long will serve as an explanation as to why i decided to take this hiatus, and what my plans going forward are. If you decide to sit through it all then hey, thank you, i’m glad you’re still here and i hope we can still talk and interact if you’re interested on doing so.

“So... What happened?”

“An absurd amount of stress and anxiety” is what happened. Basically since last week i’ve been having some extremely negative thoughts about self-hatred and just feeling i wasn’t good enough for anything, to the point where it was hard to even get out of my bed to eat (the mun lives on her own, she has no roommates or family that lives on the same home). I was in a very dark place. It doesn’t help that i also tend to have a lot of trouble opening up to others about my problems: If you knowing i’m not well also makes you feel bad, then i’d honestly prefer to just suck it up and endure everything on my own; which i know is a very toxic way to cope and only ends up making the problem worse in the long run. It doesn’t get anyone anywhere. In the last few days i’ve managed to recover though, and i feel like i’m in a better spot than i was before.

“Are you okay?”

Yes. As i mentioned before, it has happened before and it’ll continue happening. It’s a cycle i’ve unfortunately gotten used to over the years.

“Would you like to talk?”

The thought is appreciated if you want to, i won’t force anyone to listen to my problems but if you want to just catch up with me regardless, or just to talk about unrelated stuff you can just shoot me a DM in either tumblr or Discord.

“Speaking of Discord, can i add you?”

Sure, if we’re mutuals just ask me and i’ll be more than happy to give it to you.

“What’s your plan going forward?”

I decided to set myself a couple of goals that i’ll try to accomplish one at a time during my return.

Improve my formatting.

As i’m sure you noticed, i started using icons for mun stuff and begun implementing small text too. I do want to make things look fancier, even though it’s honestly kind of a chore sometimes. As for muse icons... I’ll see what i can do about that. Thankfully PSO2 is giving me a good outlet for in-game screencaps for Flayn.

Increase my interactions.

It’s no secret that my interactions plumetted in the weeks approaching my break. I want to remedy this, either by sharing more prompts or by approaching other blogs for starters. I don’t want to be a blog that only does memes and 4fun stuff when i have a muse that’s also good for more serious stuff, so i’ll probably be going around sending prompts to people i still haven’t tried to interact with. Of course, all my old stuff is still open if you want to send something in.

Starter calls and mains call.

I’ll be doing these again. Someone might still be interested but i’ll try to cut down the posts needed so i don’t end up clogging my followers’ dashes.

Rework some AUs

I’ll be honest: I’m not very satisfied with some of the AUs i have up yet. Mainly: Spirit Blossom in particular. It was rushed, and made just to quickly cash in on the hype. I’m likely going to revamp this one AU from scratch and go back to the Duality theme i had in mind before, you’ll see it when it’s done. The other AU that will receive some slight changes is Modern, but nothing too drastic will be done to that one. Instead of being an aspiring musician, Flayn will be an aspiring writer and artist instead. I feel that if i wanted to do musical stuff, i could just stick to Rap Devil instead of making a redundant AU.

“Will you be dropping any threads?”

I’ll be honest here: I don’t know. There are a lot of pending threads i’ve been laying off for months, and i have no idea if i’d still have the muse to answer them. I’d have to check individually. If i don’t, then i’ll let you know so we can plan another interaction if you still want to do so. I said several times that i have no problems with starting over if a thread doesn’t work out, so i hope we can reach an understanding over this if that’s the case with one we had.

That would be most of what i had to say. If you’re still here, then hey. I can’t really say anything other than “thank you”, i don’t expect anyone to care about what some random stranger on the internet has to say but i appreciate you still being here regardless. I know i’ve been very sporadic on my activity and i often just don’t reply to stuff, but i will also work hard to change that. I enjoy being part of this community, and i’ve met a lot of nice people during my stay. I truly want to make this a good experience, not just to you, but for all of my writing partners as well.

And this is just the beginning. I also plan to make a small event for next month in Halloween, which also doubles as Flayn’s birthday as some of you are probably aware. But that’s still on early planning. I’ll let you know more when that’s more set in stone.

Again, thank you very much for your time. I appreciate it a lot if you want to stay here and write with me regardless of everything, and i hope we can talk again very soon.

-Damsel.

#━━ ❛ Oh boy she’s starting now ❋ ◤ OOC ◢#━━ ❛ You probably got a bit carried away ❋ ◤ Long Post ◢#tw: icons #tw: depression mention #psa

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