#katie replies

[kmackatie]

For prompts, how about 'flutter' for "Sleep With Benefits" Caleb and Essek?

oooh sleepverse! keen for that

(ask me a march writing prompt)

A crack of thunder pulls Caleb from his sleep, his eyelids fluttering as he shifts. He reaches out instictively--Essek's a lighter sleeper than him, more prone to waking with the slightest of reasons--and his hand touches cold sheets. It's been while then. Light flashes, blinding out his partially lidded eyes, and a second crack follows right on the hells. He swears he can feel the wind, the phantom rain, can feel the skin prick as if he was standing in the open and not lying in Essek's bed. Blinking, Caleb stirs fully, sitting up and letting the sheet pool around his waist. He beerily peers around, yawning as he tries to locate his partner. He realises why he could feel the wind; Essek is standing before the balcony, the curtains drawn back and the door wide open. His silver robe is slipping off one shoulder, caught in the maelstrom that is raging outside. Another flash, and Essek is silhouetted against a white sky before it plunges back into darkness, the door rattling with the force of the storm. It takes Caleb's breath for a moment, for the way Essek doesn't even flinch in the face of nature's fury, a statue. Slipping from the bed, Caleb pads across the room, wondering how best to draw Essek from whatever is holding him. How to reach him. Essek hasn't given any indication that he's aware of Caleb's presence and he doesn't want to startle him. In the end, he opts to step up next to him. It doesn't entirely stop Essek from jumping, from flinching back before he realises who it is and who is there. "Caleb." "Hey." Another flash of lightning, illuminated Essek's white hair and turned his usual storm-grey eyes silver. The rain is hitting them here, blowing in with the breeze, and he can't help but shiver. "Everything okay?" "Hmm?" Caleb nods towards the open door, the storm raging around them, and winces as thunder cracks again. "Yes. I couldn't sleep." "Something on the mind?" "Mm. I'll come in soon." Caleb watches him, watches how Essek looks far away, eyes scanning and tracking the rain. He leans in and kisses Essek's cheek. "Don't stay too long, you'll catch a cold."

#where is this going? #I am not sure #something something Essek contemplating asking Caleb to move in #I might turn this into something longer eventually #shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #the mighty nein #critical role #cr: fanfic #fic: sleep with beneifts #march writing prompts #ask katie #katie replies #theisngerbadger #my writing

[katiexpunk]

hey just curious if you know what's up with the joel fanfic writeres?? the girls are fighting and i am so confused on what's even happening???

Hi Non, I try to practice a Yogic principle called Ahimsa, or nonviolence. I'm not going to touch on what's happening, mostly because it's not my place, but also because it would only cause harm. I know it's natural to want to know what's happening, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't fall into that rabbit hole from time to time, too, but it's not going to do anyone any good. Lucille Clifton once said, "Every pair of eyes facing you had probably experienced something you could not endure."

Every human being walking this earth has painful stories tucked into their hearts.

Even on the Internet.

Even on Tumblr.

IMO, it doesn't matter what's happening.

It doesn't matter who's right, or who's wrong.

What matters is the community we cultivate here, and how we treat others.

Ahimsa asks us to step lightly, do no harm, and honor the relationship we have with the earth, with each other, and with ourselves.

End rant. xx

#katie replies #joel miller x reader

[inkskinned]

i got my isbn today for the book. 8 months to go. my mom and i were talking about what the next steps are. i was eating trail mix, standing on one foot, phone tucked into my ear.

"yeah," i said. "the problem is that tumblr as a market is like, not something that can be studied." there's this weird wave of nostalgia and affection for this place that came up over me: how lovely we avoid consumerism. okay, it sucks as a creator. but also? keep stickin' it to 'em.

my mother made the sound at the back of her throat that i also make, the one that means i've got an idea. "you should figure out some kind of reward for presale amounts. maybe you give out poems or a mug or a signed book or something. would your followers like that?" my mother is sweet, and kind, and i have no idea how to explain on this website you can buy someone crabs.

i put more m&ms down the hatch. i had to speak through peanuts and almonds. "if it passes 25 thousand i will print the book out in its entirety and eat it live on camera."

"oh god. no, you don't have to do that." she was anguished. "just tell them that you'd love them to read it, and that they've inspired you to write. you got started on that site, and they helped you keep going. raquel, you love these people. the community? you talk all the time about the other writers and artists and whatever else. tell them that you're hoping for their support, they'll come through."

"no," i assured her. i discovered i had dropped an m&m, but an ant had already found it, so it belonged to him now. i will let his little life have a surprise blue treasure in it, too. "i'm gonna fuckin' eat the book."

#writeblr #:) #the small secret love i have for y'all. the way i am filled with gratitude. #for the nosebleed club. for stephen particularly. #for every artist i've ever been in contact with and collaborated with. #for every person who has commented on my work and passed it along or fallen in love with it #for every silent 'just hitting like' follower and for every person who sends me dms and for each of you #i know i suck at replying bc i have anxiety. but like. you keep being here. so i keep writing. #i legit wouldn't be here without you. #thank you sophie thank you katie thank you carolyn thank you stephanie thank you jess #thank you if you're reading this #i got too overwhelmed with love and have to stop writing this FAR too early into the thank yous bc im about to cry with love

[total-drama-brainrot]

For the Emmitt throw meme:

Katie and Sadie? Please.

Woe, Katie and Sadie be upon ye.

#total drama #td katie #td sadie #shitposting #replies

[miamierre]

strollonso + teeth

If you'd told the Lance of five years ago that he would be here right now--back flat against a tall marble pillar in the middle of a midnight-dark graveyard with a stranger bearing down on the exposed skin of his neck--he...well, he might have believed it, considering the tendencies he'd had when he was still in school and putting out for every older rich man in the area that bothered to buy him a couple drinks.

But contextually, he certainly wouldn't have believed it: and really, there's no explanation that could make it believable in the slightest, considering the way Fernando's sharp teeth are glinting in the moonlight spilling through the branches of the dying willow tree towering over them like the moon is trying to emphasize how they're not just teeth but fangs.

Fangs--like vampire fangs, a discovery he'd made about five days prior and has been thinking about it ever since, the idea of his favorite (and hottest) coworker on the night shift sinking a bite into Lance, breaking skin and entering his body in a way more intimate than he'd ever imagined anyone doing--

"Eres tan hermoso pequeño," Fernando practically growls, nose bumping just under Lance's ear as his mouth presses lightly to graze his neck and knocking Lance out of his own head as he shivers against the marble. It's insane, how much he wants this: how it's consumed him entirely, had him up into the early hours of the morning when he should've been sleeping looking into vampirism in other species and not even bothering to open a private browser, how he'd touched himself thinking about this man hovering over him in bed and flaying him open like a creature of the night.

"Fuck," Lance gasps when the older man's lips purse gently to press an innocent-seeming kiss to his jugular, tongue slipping out and leaving behind just enough wetness for the night air to breeze across it and draw another shiver out of him, "Nando, please."

send me a ship and a word and i'll write you five sentences <3

#rip i fear they're going to **** nasty in a graveyard. maybe it's even halloween. Fernando Is Down Horrendous #strollonso #14 x 18 #fic #five sentence fic meme #ask reply #singsweetmelodies #gjdsklgjdslkj katie thank u for all this inspo ily

[lesbianphan]

Does anyone know any sneaky secret society to get dnp merch to countries they don't ship to??? kinda wanted the holding hands shirt, but idk how I could possibly get it to Brazil since they hate us and all

#like do I need a phannie friend to ship it to and send to me? #it's a lot of money so I'm just scared of trying it and the person doesn't actually send it #spoopy #I was gonna ask Katie but I mentioned it multiple times and I don't think she's on board cause she never replied to it askdjas #and since I'm already so annoying idkkk #kinda desperate cause they'll stop making it and then I won't be able to have it #sigh #maybe it's a blessing in disguise tho idk how much it's gonna cost in shipping #talking myself out of it #dnp #Dan and Phil #phan #it would be so much easier if these bastards didn't deliberately stop shipping here

[aqueerchronicle]

Turns out if you squint hard enough nearly every song on 1989 TV is actually inspired by Supercorp!

#listening to 1989 tv while I write #replying to some of the prompts I got today! #I need music to write #wish you would #how you get the girl #wonderland #I know places #this love #you are in love #supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara zor el #melissa benoist #katie mcgrath #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfiction author #fanfiction writing

[spurgie-cousin]

Savanah, Garrison Brown's sister, made a very sweet post about her brother's passing and when I went to just leave a quick "sending you so much love from afar sweetheart" comment I saw Katie Joy's...................

I'm going to give her the benefit of the doubt (something she rarely gives the people she can profit off of) and assume she's just trying her best to say something nice but also just, don't say this "oh if only he knew you'd be sad he'd never do it" or "he was sick and didn't understand" kind of thing.......just maybe *don't* comment on the mindset of this 19 year old girl's brother who you did not know that took his own life. That first comment in particular made me so mad, like why would you think it's ok to tell Savanah that even in an instagram comment?? Jesus Christ.

#ive known and loved ppl who've taken their own lives but never to the degree savanah has #and i know that if you would've said that to me during that time it would've made me so upset #i don't have the energy to explain exactly why but just send love and thoughts or even prayers don't say shit like this about people that #you DON'T KNOW #katie joy #woacb #sister wives #savanah brown #i was going to *calmly* respond but KJ got dragged to filth in the replies and it also makes me sad that that has to be on savanah's post #but at least someone said something

[tundrakatiebean]

Every single artist I follow on threads: wow this place is so supportive and nice 🥰 let’s keep it that way and not let any of the twitter drama in here!

The same artists:

And like a TON of other artists are in the notes giving tips about how to not get caught dumpster diving or speculating wildly about this poor person whose only crime is existing where someone else can see them.

#Katie is rambling 2k24 #this is WILDLY inappropriate #both on like a fundamental human level #AND on a professional page for an artist #like I get I’m not perfect all the time #and I’m more open than is normal often #but at least I’m not forming roving internet bands of gossip hounds #I made a comment and I think I’m gonna unfollow the people that I follow who are being gross in the replies #I do not feel comfortable with that kind of behavior

[goldkirk]

Hey, so I haven’t read any of the Nu52, and I was wondering about the drone army that you mentioned in your post ‘Things from the comics I think are underexplored in Tim Drake fanfiction’ and what issue it was?

It was Detective Comics issue #940!

This is the time where they THINK Tim's dead, but he's actually teleported to Mr. Oz's space prison outside of time and space or whatever.

If I ever have the right brain plot bunny for it, I'd love to explore it in fanfiction somehow, because Tim's there for A While and everyone thinks he's still dead. That's gotta be a lotta trauma!

#sorry it took me so long to answer this!!!! I hope you still get to see my reply finally #tim drake #dc #anonymous #katie answers asks

[ask-october-fox]

Candy apples, caramel apples, chocolate apples or regular apples? 👀 or all..

I'll take All of the Above! 🍎🍏🍎🍏🍎🍏

#quick reply #small-gay-katie

[kmackatie]

dearest katie! might I request "pattern" or "shiny" for a March prompt? would love a musicians au continuation or a certain wip (waggles eyebrows) but no presh either way 🥰🥰🥰

my lovely Kat! this is in my mind musicians au verse!

(ask me a March writing prompt)

Essek hears him coming. It wasn't that hard when he had lived here for so long. If it was quiet, he could hear the elevator ding, could hear the shuffle of feet and the rattle of keys, and it didn't take long to learn the pattern of Caleb. Caleb liked to have the keys out before the elevator opened; he's observed this on many occasions, and Essek thinks he would be able to pick the sound of Caleb's keys and keyrings out of a lineup of just different sets of keys. Then, would hitch his bag up as he made his way down the corridor, and depending on the shoes he was wearing, would make a certain sound with the cadence of his walk. It also helped that Frumpkin's head would dart up when he heard the same patterns. Essek is slouched in the armchair next to the couch, legs out in front of him, head resting uncomfortably low to the point of causing a crick in his neck, and his phone is held out dangerously above his face. The slouch got steadily worse across the afternoon, and now at this point, he is one with the chair and moving seems like a monumental effort to go to when he could just stay here. Frumpkin hears him coming too, the alert ears a moment before he leaps off the cat tree near the floor-to-wall windows and he skids across the floor to the door. Caleb's keys rattle in the look, fumbling a moment, before it turns and the door opens. "Ah, hallo Frumpkin. "Essek?" This Caleb calls louder, the sounds of bags being set down on the counter, keys following a moment later, and then the refrigerator door. One, two, three. "In here," he calls out, voice oddly strained from the angle. More sounds, Caleb's jacket coming off and being hung on the chair, the pause as he toes off his shoes, and the slight dance he has to do around a Frumpkin who wants to be picked up. But eventually, he makes it to Essek. Lips press to his forehead, before Caleb chuckles, his breath warm. "This cannot be comfortable." "It isn't." "Why are you sitting like this then, hm?" "I was waiting for you." It's the truth, though Essek could have chosen the actual couch but by the time he had that realisation, it was already too late. "Essek." "I'm making my mother proud." Caleb snorts, before stealing Essek's phone right from his hands quicker than he can react. "You can continue to make her proud later. Come, I have something you'll like."

#shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #the mighty nein #critical role #cr: fanart #my writing #fic: the breath before the phrase #fireryn #ask katie #katie replies #march writing prompts

[katiexpunk]

hi!! i love your blog especially your biker!joel story and was wondering if there was a plan for a part 2 of little mouse in the works at all? much love :) <3

Hi Nonnie! Thanks so much for the love 🫶🏻 there is still so much story to tell for our beloved biker!Joel and part 2 is definitely gonna happen at some point, can’t really tell you when at this point, but, I promise you that @josephquinnswhore and I want to continue Little Mouse’s story as much as you want to read it. So stay tuned! 👀

#Katie replies #little mouse #biker!joel miller

[icezansky]

giving myself a wordcount to hit before i can take a nap but then just sitting and staring tiredly at my computer because i just want to nap

#and don't you dare reply to me to just take a nap I KNOW 🔪 #but i want to WRITE!!! #katie text

[miamierre]

good morning my love <3333 how about piarles + "gossip" for the 5 sentence fic prompts? ❤️

It's instinct for Pierre to find him the moment they walk through the threshold of the Driver's Meeting conference room--he knows Charles will have the seat beside him empty and waiting somewhere towards the front of the room, splayed out lazily in one of the folding chairs like they're actually comfortable and not set up all half-assed.

Charles, of course, is exactly like that when Pierre sidles up to him: he doesn't even greet his best friend before dropping into the available seat, their knees bumping as Pierre adjusts his position before turning, lifting his fist in greeting, which Charles bumps in acknowledgement before a wicked, dangerous expression flickers across his face.

"What," Pierre deadpans, and Charles doesn't even bother hiding his delighted cackle, shifting forward in his seat in preparation for whatever insane thing is going to come out of his mouth--probably gossip, which Pierre can't deny that he loves.

Except...Charles is too eager to tell him, and Pierre must be a little too eager to hear, because they move in imperfect tandem; Charles' mouth, normally a safe distance away, brushes against Pierre's earlobe with a wet exhale as he attempts to tell whatever secret had so hastily appeared on his tongue.

Attempts being the key word: Pierre shudders immediately at the intimate contact, head dropping forward just a little at the suddenness of Charles' lips against him, and the aborted sound that comes from his best friend's mouth is just loud enough, just close enough for him to realize that, of course, he'd noticed.

send me a ship and a word and i'll write you five sentences <3

#GM KATIE THANK U FOR THIS ILYYYYY #piarles #10 x 16 #fic #five sentence fic meme #ask reply #singsweetmelodies

[klanced]

hinge anon for the final time lol, i appreciate that!!! so hard to toe the line between a good story and too many details (hashtag adhd icon!!!!) & i definitely don’t want anyone harassing them!!! just such a funny experience to have had

as a fellow ADHDer I 100% understand & no judgment from me!! thank u for sharing your story anon it made me audibly start laughing in my office anwkfbejqjfbwjd

ngl. I’ve been meaning to get back on dating apps. Perhaps I will torture all my fellow Bostonian wlwers with the possibility that they might match on Hinge with Katie Klanced

#imagine I’m chatting with someone and after a few days they finally muster up the courage to ask me if I’m Katie Klanced #and then I reply ‘what’s Voltron’ #ask #anonymous