#reblogging to read later!

[aphel1on]

i have such a love for characters who descend into madness or villainy out of deep, deep empathy. characters who fundamentally cannot cope with the cruel realities they find themselves in and blow up about it in spectacular fashion. fallen angel type characters with tears of outrage in their eyes. characters who break before they bend, and break so badly they splatter blood all over their noble ideals. every variation on it gets me so good

#getou suguru #kaneki ken #abyss twin #i know there are others who im not thinking of rn #feel free to reblog with more examples #aphelion.txt #tropes #WAIT I REMEMBERED MORE #jaina proudmoore #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #phosphophyllite #i just spent like half an hour trying to find this on tv tropes but it must be. Too specific of a thing i have in mind bc #I just kept finding similar and related but too broad categories #despair event horizon. fallen hero. well intentioned extremist. etc etc etc #like specifically i'm talking about when the character's EMPATHY is the CRUX of the problem. sosooo crunchyjuicytasty #edit: #also just know that i am reading every tag on this post #and enthusiastically scribbling down the names i dont recognizr #so i can check out their series later #edit 2 wow this post blew up 🫡 godspeed fellow villain likers #the amount of people tagging this as 'me lmao' is concerning to me #wwx #how did i fucking forget this was also yllz era wwx

[mustlovesteve]

thanks so much to @toktopus-art for this awesome commission that she drew! based on a scene from my vamp!eddie steddie fic.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #not my art #there was only one bean bag chair................. #she'll be posting a bunch of commissions together later so she said i could share this one now!! #i'll reblog with a link and scene excerpt probably for those who already read it and didn't recognize the scene #i changed some details for the sake of having more striking visuals lol

[cloudysfluffs]

kiss kiss!!!! <33333

~kink/nsfw blogs dni please!!!~

#again i do not support viv///ziepop. but i am only so strong #hazbin hotel tickle #tickle art #my art #lee!husk #ler!angel dust #huskerdust #<<< might delete that tag later . out of shame #uhhh idk how else to tag this. ??? #i might post more hh art soon well see. :P #OH OH OH IF UR READING THIS GO FOLLOW @FIZZBOT (if u want) #its my hh/hb reblog/critical blog lol

[antariies]

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 fan submission #I CAN FINALLY POAST THISSSSS #THANK GODDD tumblr raised their image limit to 30 or else i woulda been fucked #anyway here is my zine piece on its own! rly wanted it in its entirety on my blog hehe #i might do a whole big post breaking it down later? if ppl want. like notes on a scene #and as alwayssss if u enjoyed reading would u consider reblogging! n telling me ur thoughts in the tags i read every single one of them ;W; #my writing

[tmos-time]

*sits up in bed from a cold sweat* oouh redraw day cringetober erisol real.... ok good day o7

#tmos has art #erisol #eridan ampora #sollux captor #i am a little ill today if you cannot tell LMAO #id post the original drawing from. checks date. 2015? under a read more but frankly i dont want to look at it right now lol #maybe on a reblog later if i remember whos to say <3 #anyways. its criminal that sollux rocks the doom aspect colors meanwhile eridan looks like he should be wearing duck print pj pants lmfao

[flowercrowngods]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 (these make one big story, you won't understand this part without the others)

day 07: free space a happy ending

Wakefulness embraces him so slowly and gently that Steve’s not entirely sure he isn’t dreaming when he sees Eddie lying next to him, watching him with an easy smile as his fingers tap out a slow beat on his pillow. Steve looks at him, blinking away the remnants of sleep, not quite daring to do anything more than that for fear of it being a dream after all, scared that Eddie would disappear if Steve reached out to touch. 

But then Eddie’s smile widens. “Good morning, sunshine.” 

Steve gasps a little and moves his hand to Eddie’s cheek, tucking a few strands of hair behind his ear, his breath hitching when Eddie leans into the touch. 

“You’re here,” he whispers, his gaze wandering over Eddie’s features, taking it all in and looking for any indication that this is a dream. 

Eddie hums. “And you’re pretty.” 

It hits him out of nowhere, the open sincerity in Eddie’s voice, the fondness in his eyes, the honesty in everything about him. The love, open and free now — or getting there, at least. It’s still so raw, though, so new, that Steve doesn’t know how to handle it yet. 

“Shut up,” he huffs once he’s caught his breath, rolling over to hide his face and the way his cheeks are heating up. He rolls right into Eddie's chest, though, and he's so warm, so close, smells so good that Steve wants nothing more than to bury his face in his neck and stay there for the rest of the morning. Or maybe the rest of his life.

The reflex to pull away is there. The urge to run and hide, to laugh it off, to freeze up and find something else to do, something to occupy his hands and stop them from reaching for Eddie. Years and years of muscle memory telling Steve to leave. 

But Eddie's arms come around him, holding him close and pulling him even closer. And Steve breathes him in, remembering that it can be okay. Remembering that they get a chance now. 

Remembering the words. 

What are you doing? 

Changing the world. 

So he tries that, too. Changing the world. He tries by winding his arms around Eddie, too, and breathing in again and again, learning that Eddie won't disappear if he does. 

Slowly, he dares to move his arms, stroking along Eddie's back in slow, gentle patterns, lulling himself into a safety he hasn't felt in a while. Maybe ever. At some point Eddie begins to hum, and Steve thinks that it's just another one of his audible smiles, inviting Steve and the rest of the world to join in if they're so inclined. But then he detects a familiar melody in the vibrations of Eddie's neck against his skin, and he holds his breath to find out what it is. 

His heart jumps when he recognises the song as one he used to listen to on repeat like a lovesick fool around the time his feelings for Eddie turned into something more, something better, something infinitely worse. 

It skips and he forgets how to breathe as he lets his hands travel over Eddie's back, slowly and tentatively daring to slip underneath his shirt and touch his skin. 

Eddie begins to sing, then, and Steve wonders if he's even been in love with him before, because nothing of what he's ever felt compares to Eddie's gentle, hoarse, sleep-rough voice as he sings Somebody to Steve, to their little bubble, or to the world outside. 

"I want somebody to share, share the rest of my lifeShare my innermost thoughts, know my intimate details."

He closes his eyes as he listens, focusing on the vibrations, on the warmth, on the closeness, on how this moment is everything he's never even dared to want. Everything so perfect that he couldn't even dream it up. 

Everything. You're everything. 

He needs to be closer still, so be buries his nose in Eddie's neck and breathes him in, tangling their legs, filled with a breathless kind of joyful bliss when Eddie's breath hitches, too, and he stumbles over the words of the second verse as Steve tries to climb into his skin. 

"I want somebody who cares for me passionatelyWith every thought and with every breath."

You have me, Steve thinks, pressing his lips to Eddie's pulse point. It's not a kiss, not quite. It's something deeper. It's a promise. 

Eddie's hands come up to hold him there even as his voice carries through the drumbeat of Steve's heart in his throat, running fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, making him purr along to the melody. 

"But when I'm asleep I want somebodyWho will put their arms around me and kiss me tenderlyThough things like this make me sickIn a case like this, I'll get away with it."

When the song ends, Eddie's words faded out, replaced once again by the gentlest silence, Steve feels raw. Vulnerable. Open and exposed. But he also feels safe, and loved, buried in Eddie's skin and held there, as though Eddie is just as scared of fading away as Steve is. 

He lifts his head just slightly, enough to meet Eddie's eyes – only to find that they're closed, an expression so serene like Steve has never seen before. Mesmerised and overflowing with affection, he reaches out to trace the line of his brows, down to his cheeks and all the way to his lips, where his eyes are glued for a second. 

The thought of kissing Eddie is right there. The opportunity is, too. But he doesn't. He barely dares to move as it is. But he does roll them over the rest of the way until he lies comfortably on top of Eddie, and tucks his head underneath his chin, finding one of his hands and lacing their fingers. 

"You've got him," he breathes eventually. "That somebody. If you—“ 

"Yes," Eddie says, his other hand finding its way to the nape of Steve's neck to play with his hair again. "I want."

"Good." It's lame; far from what he wants to say. From what he has already said last night. It feels like they're doing this backwards, starting with the I love you and catching up with the slow build-up afterwards. "Good. Me, too." 

"Good," Eddie hums, and there's that smile again that Steve can't help but mirror. 

They fall asleep again like that even though it’s already late in the morning; cuddling and holding and cradling each other, still trembling slightly. Maybe that's what changing the world will do to you. Maybe that's the bravery more than the love. 

Or maybe it's just Steve and Eddie. Steve and Eddie. SteveandEddie. 

I love you. 

~*~

It takes a bit for Steve to relearn loving Eddie. To not associate it with tragedy and sadness and a bone-deep loneliness that'll leave him breathless even on the best of days. 

It takes a while for Steve to learn a whole new kind of breathlessness, a whole new kind of aching when it comes to Eddie. 

And Eddie's not much better than Steve, pulling away when Steve wants him closer, swallowing his words and needing a second, third, fourth try until he learns that he gets to love Steve now. 

Years of unrequited love, or feelings unreturned, of words put out into the universe with no one to receive them, are not easily or quickly unwritten. But every time Steve's breath gets lodged in his throat and he wants to run away, Eddie is right there to remind him of what they can have now. Every time Steve tries to be a little less of who he really is, Eddie is right there to coax him out of his head with gentle touch and a lot of hugs. 

Every time Eddie starts to doubt himself and all the ways he makes Steve the happiest person on the planet, Steve is right there with the words he only has for Eddie. Words that don't get stuck anymore. Words that finally get a recipient. 

~*~

Their first kiss, the first real kiss, doesn't happen that first morning. They spend the first week only holding each other, barely wanting to let go, hiding their vulnerabilities within each other. 

Steve is worried about it at first, seeing Eddie so quiet, so reverent, lacking his usual cheer, his energy and snarky comments. He asks about it one night, ready to prove right that he isn't and can never be enough for him, that all he will do is steal the things that make him Eddie. 

Eddie stops then, lifting Steve's chin with a finger when he's too scared, too ashamed, too vulnerable to meet his eyes on his own accord. 

"Stevie," Eddie says, his voice so gentle that Steve immediately feels stupid for doubting. "I have loved you for ten years. I've had you for three days. Let me bask in it. Let me be unable to be myself with how absolutely and utterly overcome I am with the knowledge that I have you now. That I get to hold you. That I get to kiss you and keep you and... God. I'm not unhappy. I'm so much the opposite of that that I'm not sure there's a word for it. Other than devoted. Smitten. Bewitched, body and soul."

Steve wants to kiss him then. Almost does, with the way they're just staring at each other, breathing the same air —air that smells like Eddie now. In the end, Eddie just holds him, brushing a kiss to his cheek, his forehead, his temple, and whispers, "Let me bask in it." 

And so they do. 

Wayne called Eddie not long after with the words, "Chrissy just told me the wedding's off. Please tell me that means what I think it means." 

Eddie just blushed, reaching for Steve, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "Yeah, I, uh. I finally talked to Steve."

There was a very loud cheer on the other end that made Steve laugh, falling into Eddie's side, holding him tight, a weight falling off his shoulders knowing that Wayne was okay with them. 

You know, I always figured it would be you. 

No matter what happens, you'll always be a son to me.

It made his eyes sting again, but he basked in the moment and in the knowledge that Wayne was on their side. Always has been, always will be. 

"You better come here on Sunday, and bring Robin and Chrissy, too." 

"Robs and Chrissy?" Eddie asked. 

"Oh, you're in for a treat. I'll see your asses on Sunday, boys." 

And with that, he hung up. Steve immediately went to call Robin, hopeful and giddy with Wayne's implication, knowing that Chrissy was Robin's person just like Eddie was his. 

"She loves me," Robin said, on the verge of tears, and Steve joined here right then and there. "She's– Steve. She's so– She... God!" 

"Yeah," Steve laughed at the ceiling above his bed, grinning because Robin sounded so happy, not even caring that she didn't have the right words for it, because he could hear Chrissy laughing in the background, too. Laughing and saying hi to him and interrupting Robin's ramblings and groans and giggles with kisses that always left her dumbstruck for a good two seconds each time. 

When the call ended, he went right back to the living room, where he and Eddie started watching Pride and Prejudice before, and fell right on top of him with a happy, happy smile. 

~*~

It happens at Wayne's, exactly one week after Eddie showed up at Steve's in the middle of the night. One week after the phone call. One week after I love you. 

It happens in the soft glow of the fairy lights Steve and Eddie helped him put up years ago. I happens after Wayne hugged him tight once more, after he pulled Chrissy to the side and promised her that she's still his kid, that he still loves her, and that he's happy to see her smile like that. After he promised the same to Robin.

It happens when Wayne's inside to refill their drinks and Chrissy and Robin are caught up in each other that they're blind and deaf to the rest of the world. When Steve turns to find Eddie looking at him with the softest, gentlest expression. 

"Eddie," he whispers, leaning in to rest their heads together, lacing their fingers and stroking his thumb along Eddie's palm.

"Yeah, baby?" 

Baby. It fills him with butterflies, with the urge to scream, to shout from all the rooftops that he loves Eddie, and more importantly, that Eddie loves him back! Baby. Baby.

"I love you." 

"Hmm. I love you more." 

No, you don't. Just longer. "Can I kiss you?" 

He can feel Eddie's little gasp before he leans in even closer, rubbing their noses together, cradling Steve's face with his free hand. "Please," he whispers. 

And Steve does. He captures Eddie's lips, pouring into it everything he feels and more. Sealing the promises he's made and all the ones he's yet to make. The promises to love and cherish Eddie. To be brave. To be there. To stay and keep and bask. 

It's nothing like their first kiss all those years ago. There is no question behind it this time. Only declarations, only promises, only the beginning of a shared future. 

And there are many, many more after this one.

🌷🤍🌷 THE END 🌷🤍🌷

tagging: @sexymothmanincarnate @mcneen @livsters @eddiemunchondeeznuts @abstractnaturaldisaster @steddie-as-they-go @hyperfixationgoddess @goodolefashionedloverboi @stxrcrossed186 @eddiemunsonswife @bidisastersworld @ghost-ly-s @romanticdestruction @walkingaftermidnight07 @anaibis @rainydays35 @mightbeasleep @sunfloweringstories @korixae @tuesdaycats @totoroinatardis @ilovebookshowboutyou @musical-theatre-gay @theluckyalien @copingmechanizm @srra @changelingbaby @sassygoop @obsessivelyme @r0binscript @hardboiledleggs @estrellami-1 @bisexualdisastersworld @space-invading-pigeon @swimmingbirdrunningrock @y0urnewstepp4r3nt @oxidantdreamboat @spilled-jar @phirex22 @littlemsterious @captaingigglyguinea @animecookie95 @sharingisntkaren @haluton @littlemsterious @animecookie95 @suddenlyinlove @bisexual-bilingual-biped @jinx-nanami @makewavesandwar @scheodingers-muppet @morcantinon @hexdbog @homosexualhomocide13

god i can't believe it's over. i thank you, every one of you, who cheered for me, cried with me, screamed and yelled at me, and stayed with me throughout this past week. i have no words right now other than thank you 🤍🌷 and i hope this is okay

#steddie #steddie fic #steddieweek2023 #steddie week fic #i feel like this one's a bit disjointed but i kinda like that about it?? little snippets that make a happy ending you know?? #idk i hope you like it too (i always get anxious about endings tbh catch me vibrating out of my skin) #dio words #i cannot believe it is done. i cannot believe what a ride it's been. i'll find the words for it later i think. first we read. and we bask 🤍 #morcantinon i am ENDLESSLY sorry i forgot to tag you even after you sent that wonderful ask please forgive me 😭🤍 #i also forget a bunch of people who asked in the reblogs but dear god i hope you find this anyway i am all over the place #i will edit this and work in more chrissy/robin when i post it to ao3. but this is steddie week. and these are 15k words of an au #that happened spontaneously and within 2h each night of me flying by the seat of my pants. xD

[scarlethexelove]

MASTERLIST AND SHIT

MINORS DNI

PEOPLE I WILL WRITE FOR: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Kate Bishop, Possibly others if requested.

THINGS I WILL WRITE: Legal age gap, Mommy/Daddy kink, smut, fluff, amab/intersex (only for characters not reader), pregnancy, breeding kink, praise kink, degration kink, thigh riding, dark fics, sensitive topics, cnc, lactation kink, anal play, ABO, will only write sub reader, and more just to name a few.

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE: Incest, pedophilia, men x reader, male!reader, amab/intersex reader, underage, dom reader, and more that I can't think of.

Taken emojis: 🐾🎨🦖🎀

Minors, blank blogs will be blocked 🚫

If I'm uncomfortable with your ask I will probably delete it.

And if you don't like what I write don't read it.

All warnings will be in the fics, I may miss some but anything that could be triggering will be stated.

Smut = 𖤓 | Fluff = ❁ | Angst = ☽ | Dark = ✧

WANDA MAXIMOFF:

A Crazy Love Story Pt1 (☽)

Roles Reversed (𖤓)

Seeing Double (𖤓)

There Is Nothing Wrong With You (❁)

I'm Sorry (☽)

NATASHA ROMANOFF:

You're My Comfort (❁)

Little Bug (❁,age regression)

Please Don't Leave Me Pt 1 (☽)

Gone Pt 2 (☽)

Oh Baby (❁,age regression)

WANDANAT:

Complications (☽,✧,❁,𖤓)

I Did (☽,❁)

We'll Keep You Safe Pt 1 (☽,✧,❁)

Save You Pt 2 (☽,❁)

I Don't Even Know You Anymore Pt 1 (☽)

What About Now? Pt 2 (❁,☽)

Our Omega (𖤓,❁)

AGATHA HARKNESS:

My Little Bunny (✧,𖤓)

You're Mine Now Pt 1 (✧,𖤓)

You're Not Going Anywhere Pt 2 (✧,𖤓)

Let Them See (𖤓)

Please Stay (𖤓

My Office (𖤓)

Love So Deep (𖤓)

Why Are You Here? Pt 1 (☽)

You Came Pt 2 (𖤓)

Why Pt 3 (☽,❁)

You Don't Know What You Do To Me (𖤓)

We're Going To Be Late (𖤓)

Unexpected (𖤓)

KATE BISHOP:

Let Me Use You (𖤓)

You're All I Ever Need (☽,𖤓)

CAROL DANVERS:

I Want You (𖤓)

I'm Ready (𖤓)

#wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #natasha smut #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff angst #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda smut #wanda maximoff angst #wandanat #wandanat x reader #wandanat smut #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop fanfiction #agatha x reader #agatha harkness #kate bishop #agatha harkness x reader #carol danvers x y/n #carol danvers x you #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers #carol danvers smut #carol danvers x reader smut #reblog thingies #reading list #read later

[isablooo]

I know frankenstein is technically set in the 18th century but I can't help always imagining it in the 1810s when Mary Shelley was writing... I just love the regency melodrama of it all <3

#the creation's classical esque fit was inspired by how he was depicted in stage adaptations of the 1820s #ill reblog this with some pics later cuz i just love that costuming for him #like of course a guy who learnt to read from paradise lost and plutarch's lives would want to dress like his idea of a greek philosopher #frankenstein #victor frankenstein #the creature #myart #isabelle draws lit

[ninacarstairss]

there is a tremendous lack of chloe green and shara wheeler content on this app and we should be fixing that

#i’m sorry but why???? #i’m not exactly the best person to raise this argument since i’m reading this only now like fifteen months later #but??? what is this lack of content for them??? #GIVE MY BABIES SOME LOVE #also heron and rory?? summer and georgia??? please i crave people to project this obsession onto #i crave posts i can reblog millions of times #yes you could argue ​i could make the content myself #but 1 i don’t have any artistic or creative talent whatsoever at the moment #and 2 i am too lazy to do stuff #but i need more of my new babies #i kissed shara wheeler #iksw #casey mcquiston #casey mcquiston verse #shara wheeler #chloe green

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Dancing with the devil...

@estelletheskeleton forgot to add this here but here you go >:Dc

#illustration #my art #dust sans #utmv #undertale au #dust!sans #dusttale #dust #i wasn't sure if i was gonna post it today but it's midnight now so it technically counts as tomorrow right?? ;D #all thanks to you drag if you're reading this! you never ask for anything so how could i say no to you precious bean?? >:'Dc <3333 #anyways hoo boy you guys sure liked my last dust drawing!! #which still baffles me to this day cause like. first of all i really forgot just how many of y'all liked this crusty dusty man HHH #and second i'm sorry but why is it always the art that i'm 'meh' about always the ones that pop off?? i was hiding my head in shame- #nitpicking it like crazy but then going ''eh it's not like people are gonna see this one so *shrugs*'' posting it then going °O°??!! #sorry i just never like any of my dust drawings for some reason cause i can't!! get the hang of his whole silhouette/hoodie/face combo!! #he always looks so stiiiiff in my art i'm sorry dust stans you draw him so elegant and i can't do him justice xD #((side note but the phrasing of the ask made me giggle the first time i saw it xD #thanks estelle and i really do draw if it weren't already already clear by now hhhh :'Dc <3333)) #anyways i'm rebloging it later in the day for those of you that are asleep rn so bye for now >:Dc hope you liked this one<3333

[queerbaitesque]

the creepiest thing about eskew is ep 9's summary

because its true. i never remember this episode even exists. like have i listened to it before? yes. is it about hospitals? allegedly. i dont remember.

#what did they put in this. its a legitimate question #idk how many times ive listened to this show i never remember wtf this episode is about #i am in eskew #EDIT bc its getting reblogged: its the burn unit episode and its actually one of the episodes i remember better #i just keep forgetting it comes so soon jn the show!! and so im always surprised when i read that description bc i genuinely am convinced #the burn unit episode comes later so im like. wait theres ANOTHER hospital episode and i dont remembere it??

[fivekrystalpetals]

actually, Fyodor saying that--

surprised, not by the flooding, but by the fact that Dazai and his 7-year partner's bond was so shallow that Dazai think Chuuya's ability cannot deal with that flood // @/popopretty

--is surprising to me because Chuuya didn't really do... much for them to escape.

You see, this wasn't an incorrect fact:

Dazai is right, the walls are anti-ability and we see this in action too: (this most probably was a part of Fyodor's plan to throw Dazai off-guard and make him think that his plan was working)

Yes, Chuuya's ability doesn't work on the walls. Dazai didn't underestimate him or his ability. He looked at the facts and gave his opinions. (That's why I think his words in BSD 101 were also true, he must have really believed that Chuuya was going to drown because he had no way of knowing that Fyodor was gonna pick him for a pawn)

Getting Chuuya to break the threshold between every door was Fyodor's idea.

And it doesn't even seem like a big deal to break the threshold; it hardly took the power of a finger for Chuuya. (and no more than a slight dent in the floor should be enough for the water to flow out)

So.... why is he talking about their trust and bond and all if not to simply rile up Dazai?? It's Fyodor that Dazai should have kept an eye on (and still needs to) because once again, this conjurer is misdirecting his attention to his 'stronger' assistant here while the actual trick was all Fyodor's.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd fyodor #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd 105.5 #bsd 106 #bsd spoilers #bsd analysis #my-bsd-posts #i am unable to put this in proper words bc i am so excited #i will probs add more to this later when i have more coherent thoughts #but yeah tl;dr #it wasn't chuuya that dazai underestimated #it was fyodor #not only do we still don't know his ability #he managed to escape by what a leak between the doors and a gun? #eta: please also check my re-reblog #i added a few corrections after reading the translation

[mikecrewsteacup]

character asks

Is your character…okay?

What would be on a wanted poster for your character?

How does your character feel about death?

What’s your character’s coffee order?

What does a day off look like for your character?

What lies are told about your character? Do they believe any of them?

Does your character have a natural enemy? What about a nemesis?

Is your character resilient? Why or why not?

Would your character choose immortality?

How does your character handle rejection?

What’s the first thing you decided about your character? What’s something you still haven’t decided about them?

What does your character carry on them at all times?

What would your character give up for someone they love?

To what degree does your character follow the rules? Do they feel justified?

Is your character dangerous? Do they think they are?

What is your character’s most vivid memory?

How popular is your character? Do their friends (or fans) truly know them?

What’s the line between right and wrong for your character? How moral do they consider themself?

How does your character usually solve problems? Or are they more likely to cause them?

What would make your character cry?

Are your character’s hands warm, or cold? Does it bother them? Do they ever make them someone else’s problem?

What’s your character’s most embarrassing memory?

How far would your character go to get what they want most?

What’s the first thing your character does in the morning? What’s the last thing they do before bed?

Where is your character from? How do they feel about it? Do they ever go back?

What does your character overthink about?

How does your character feel about snowy weather?

What kind of a villain would your character be? What would it take to for them to become a villain?

Who would your character give anything to be reunited with?

What kind of lesson does your character need to learn?

Does your character have the patience for puzzles?

What was your character’s worst choice so far?

What does mercy mean to your character?

What is holding your character back? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

What kind of magic appeals to your character?

What kind of flower would your character pick?

If your character couldn’t talk, how would they react? Would they still be able to communicate?

What is your character like when they are really tired?

How does your character feel about the dishes?

What kind of weather does your character prefer? What kind of weather do they hate?

What does your character wish they could forget? If they actually could make themself forget, would they take that opportunity? Would it change them?

Given a nice camera, what would your character take pictures of?

What kind of keychains would your character have?

What’s the dumbest way your character has gotten injured?

Who raised your character? What’s that relationship like now?

Which “deadly sin” is your character most guilty of?

Who does your character trust most? Who do they trust the least? Why?

What gets your character up in the morning?

Does your character believe in love at first sight? How would they handle most cute relationship tropes?

Who does your character relate to the most? Who do they have the most trouble understanding?

If your character is a dnd character, why or how did they choose their class and subclass? If they aren’t, what would they choose if they were?

On a scale of “can fall asleep anywhere” to “sleepless in new places”, how does your character fall?

Does your character have a pet? Do they want a pet?

How curious is your character? About what sort of things? What doesn’t interest them at all?

What really bothers your character about others? How do they show it? Do they talk to the person about it?

What kind of characters are good influences on your character? What about bad influences? How does your character influence others?

What would your character never, ever do? What would they never do again? Why?

What has your character never done that they would like to try? Why haven’t they done it yet?

What kind of naming scheme does your character use for pets/kids/other nameable things? Do they care about names? Do they take it seriously, or go silly?

“Don’t get me started…” What could your character rant about with no preparation? What do they love to talk about?

What is your character like when they’re sick?

How does your character feel about “normal”? To what degree do they conform–or not conform–to the idea?

How competitive is your character? Can they be a sore loser? How often do they “win”?

Does your character do make up, paint their nails, or otherwise decorate themself? Is there a reason why or why not?

What’s your character’s relationship with romantic love? Is that something they’re interested in? What sort of person would be their sort of person?

Is your character particularly organized? Is there a reason why?

How does your character decorate their personal space?

Who makes your character feel better when they’re down?

What is your character’s idea of comfort food? What about comfort media, or their go-to de-stress situation/company?

What role does your character tend to take on in their group?

What is your character’s reputation like? What are they known for? How do they feel about it?

#i don't know how to add a read more i'm so sorry for page stretching #feel free to reblog if you'd like to! or prompt me! #but i'm mostly posting this as a reference to slowly answer questions about my own OC at random for fun ;3; #but if you feel so inclined and kind as to prompt me with ones feel free #i got this list from a completely different website where i assume it originated so if this is already a tumblr post i sowwy #memes #writing #for daniel later.....

[awakefor48hours]

Please consider reblogging for a larger sample size

*Edit, now that this poll is dead, please read tags

#my poll #polls #poll #tumblr polls #tumblr poll #high school musical #high school musical 2 #hsm #hsm 2 #hamilton #hamilton musical #lin manuel miranda #disney high school musical #disney high school musical 2 #i'm putting this extra bit of context in the tags because i've recently learned that literally no one reads tags #(also just be aware this is a poll meaning that i can't edit this later) #i NEED to see Hamilton get ratiod #(i especially need to see it get ratiod on tumblr dot com) #and from what i've seen extra commentary like this does incite more votes/reblogs for polls #i want this to be a blood bath #also if you *are* reading this keep it on the DL (please) #it's funnier this way

[livebeginning]

Dunno if I'm the outlier here but I'm a lot less likely to reblog a fic if it isn't under a read-more. Sure, put the first paragraph before the read-more to get people hooked, but the majority should be under. I know not all of my followers want to read fic and I don't want to put something on their dash that takes a minute to scroll past, especially on mobile. Hell, if I see a fic in a tag that I'm not interested in reading, making me scroll past 5k+ of words only makes me tempted to block that person so I never have to do that again

TL;DR please put your fic under a read-more

#bg3 fic #bg3 raphael #<- using these tags because I have noticed several people in them doing this #I hope I don't sound like an asshole because some of these fics I see are genuinely amazing and I would love to reblog them #if they only had a read-more!! :( #I never read fic on tumblr before joining the bg3 fandom so idk what the etiquette is here #maybe there is a good reason why people arent using read-mores and I'm just a dumb-dumb #might delete later

[froganni]

Maybe a little overly serious approach to the situation, but y'all have GOT to be more respectful towards the creators you watch and consume content for. fWhip's message about getting a lot of hate is honestly abysmal.

Like, don't get me wrong, I love lore-related series! I think they're a lot of fun and I love watching them.But give non-lore series a chance! They're also a lot of fun!

These creators are all responsible adults who are very capable of creating boundaries for themselves and deciding amongst themselves what rules they want to follow when joining a project.

Obviously, there are many viewers and community members who this isn't directed at. :D

Please don't send hate to anyone, it's not helpful. If you don't like something, don't engage with it. Just leave it at that. Show respect to the community you're apart of, and to the creators that head it.

(It's fine to be annoyed with something and talk about it, but don't force a creator to see that negativity. It's not benefiting anyone.) The more hate a creator gets, the less they engage with and organize fun things for the community. Please remember to be kind.

#I might delete this later and probably won't add relevant tags #because I have the sneaking suspicion that the people who would see this post are probably those who are already aware of this #sorry to get serious on a silly fanart account lmao #It just drives me nuts when people are mean to creators. like. that's a human person #and for the crime of- *checks notes* doing something they enjoy and having fun in a way that isn't how viewers want it to go #please take a step back and revaluate if you ever feel the urge to yell at people and send them death threats #if you follow me and actively send dts please do me the favor and learn some respect and unfollow me #I don't need that negativity in my life #will def delete if I get backlash from this lmao but my opinion will never change even so #feel free to reblog tho if you read this far #I'm just a little bish and scared to add tags lmao