#thank ya!

[holochromatic]

QOTSA and Placebo for the music ask!

qotsa: into the hollow, forever and ever

placebo: honestly, it's their cover of running up that hill. i was never really into that song, but they made it perfect

#thank ya! #answered #ask game #music

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

testostersaurus is a great pun and i want you to know i have been grinning for over 5 minutes because i keep thinking about it

anon you just made my entire day :D

#thank ya! #🏳️‍⚧️🦕

[mushtoons]

hi y’all are v swag

i got that silly guy swag rizz up in here

#DHDJDJDK #THANK YA! #glad u think we're swaggy 😌 /genu #wood wide web #hehehehehe

[veone]

🪴15 questions for 15 mutuals

I was tagged by: @imageingrunge @kazuaru @fukkiemon@wldestluv-rs@7intendo@paupelou 😌 zank ya

are you named after anyone?-yes! little baby david in the bible before he became king David. I was a premi baby if i wasn't i would've been named after my dad.

when was the last time you cried?-hmm a couple of weeks ago, i was going through it.

do you have kids?- i am the oldest of four.

do you use sarcasm a lot?- nah

what sports do you play/have you played?-I use to run but for work.

what's the first thing you notice about other people? hair!

eye color?-dark brown

scary movies or happy endings? what? happy endings i love horror movies though but with happy endings

any special talents? i know CPR! and how to take xrays! i be you can't do that!

where were you born?-the middle of the united states.

what are your hobbies?-...drawing, storytelling, reading, hiking!

do you have any pets?- no

how tall are you?-5'7

fave subject in school?-math, it's straight forwards!

dream job?-😌mri tech I want that cushy desk job in my old age

I'll tag!: hmm everyone! I think I saw all my mutuals do this.

#thank ya!

[kcrabb88]

15 and 19?

15 is answered!

19. Why did you start writing?

I was a teen going through a hard time and my oldest friend introduced me to fanfic via Media Miner (and later, Fanfic.net) and at first I just read, but then she gave me my first writing notebook made of fake leather with looseleaf inside and purple puffy paint writing on the front. It was such a nice escape and so fun and turned out, I loved it. So, I kept doing it! It's been really cool to see how my writing has grown and changed since then.

#Thank ya! #KCrabb does memes #Fic things

[nostalgic90s]

I just wanted to tell you I’m like obsessed with your fic It Was Only A Kiss.

Thank you! I appreciate your love for my fic ❤️❤️❤️ (because I am equally obsessed)

#fic appreciation #love ya #thank ya!

[sidekickjoey]

twenty-nine?

#29: Gloom - Djo

Fave lyric: "I need to walk my dog, I'm ready to go / My dog's expecting me, I'm ready to go"

Send me a number from 1-100 and I'll tell you the song and my favorite lyric

#it's such a silly line I love it every time #ask game #spotify wrapped #thank ya!

[mehoymalloy]

Tilda for the character ask game?

For this ask game!

Sexuality Headcanon: I lean toward her being a lesbian!

Gender Headcanon: she/her

A ship I have with said character: Lis/Tilda is good for angst and Aloy/Tilda is good for fucked up angst~

A BROTP I have with said character: Through writing Prometheus Bound, I ended up loving her and Erend of all people. Her icy attitude just does not phase him, and he can consistently meet that attitude with unbridled cheer (particularly if he's drinking a little). But I think Tilda herself would get along best with Alva.

A NOTP I have with said character: Beta. Obviously I don't shy away from problematic ships, and age differences don't bother me. But I don't like to toe that underage line, and I also don't personally enjoy exploring the power imbalances that come with dynamics like caregiver/patient, teacher/student, etc.

A random headcanon: I think she's one of those art snobs that has very strong opinions on what qualifies as 'art.' Like, in my mind, she would absolutely be one of those board members that scoffed at Fountain back in the day.

General Opinion over said character: I wish we got more of her in-game! If she joined the GAIA gang earlier, or even if we had heard her name back in the first game, maybe I as the player would've been more inclined to believe she had genuine intentions from the get-go. But as it stands, I was suspicious of her from the moment we met her, and her 'sudden turn' at the end was not impactful to me personally.

#thank ya!

[diancie]

🍒🍓🎀(what perfume/fragrance/scent do you wear)

🍒- how do you act when you have a crush?

most of the time i act like a lovesick school girl with massive heart eyes. or i’m always picking on said crush more than ever

🍓- one secret about yourself

if i told u the secret it won’t be a secret anymore now would it? lol jk! ppl underestimate me cuz i like pink and cute shit but i also like gothic and macabre! im not a huge fan of horror in general but i dont mind the media i consume have some twisted and sick stuff (p.s. i’m referring to things that are like EAP’s the pit and the pendulum or shakespeare’s macbeth, not proshipper shit, not into that)

🎀 - what perfume / fragrance / scent do you wear?

currently in love with butterfly by…yes, bath and body works (i used to work there!) idk it’s so sweet and fresh and crisp i’m obsessed with it

#thank ya! #cutuals 💝 #edit: i had to put the disclaimer in so no one make assumptions that i’m into ‘dark fic’ or whatever. i’m not! #edit edit: i realize i put hamlet and i meant macbeth OOPS

[loveoaths]

🖋️ 😩

meet OSIRI, HAFSA, and APROBATE ANDULI from SWARM:

Osiri rolls over, gets his shackled wrists under his chest, waits for the violent buzzing in his head to dull and the nausea to fade before shimmying his way upright. The underground cell is muggy and pitch dark. Everything aches, but nothing hurts quite as badly as one realization:

Hafsa is gone. 

The buzzing between his temples redoubles, digs itself into his neck and throat. Osiri squeezes his eyes shut against a hot stinging surge of tears. This is the part where Hafsa would call say Don’t cry Akorin, you’ll sadden the sun! But Hafsa isn’t here to say it, because Osiri once again walked them into danger.

Overhead: footsteps, clear and sharp – on wood. Harsh muffled laughter and a crack, and then twelve paces left of his cell, a door in the roof opens, bleeding out –

Light. Beading, yellow, illuminating the room in fat, viscous drips: a dirt ramp cut out of the side of an illegal cellar. Dirt floor in his cell speckled with old blood. Metal bars on his cell. A tiny window cut into the side of the cell wall opposite. Outside it, unfamiliar stone, polished; yellow gloved hands, a maid’s gloves, smoothing bags of dirt over freshly imported flower beds. Heavily petalled flowers already wilting. 

Osiri’s stomach clenches. Only one kind of person would be so stupid as to plant flowers in summer.

A loud thud pulls Osiri back to the ramp. A small body swathed in red and gold slides down the ramp and hits the wall so hard his own back smarts. Osiri clambers to his feet, ignoring the pain in his body.

“Hafsa!” he cries.  “Hafsa, say something!”

But Hafsa does not stir.

Black boots descend the ramp. A brown man clothed in military uniform and shadows crouches next to Hafsa. Osiri squints, trying in vain to see the man’s features in the dim light. The light behind him is too bright; he is but eddying shadows in imperial skin.

“Funny,” the man murmurs, voice startlingly soft, like fire ash swept away by a cool breeze. “I asked your companion to do the same. She did not answer me, either. At least in this, we are equals, you and I.” With a white gloved hand, he thumbs away a bead of blood from Hafsa’s split lip, smearing it across their cheek, then strokes a hand over Hafsa’s hair. Osiri cannot help pressing angrily against the bars of his cage as the man examines one henna-dyed lock like a child poking an interesting looking insect. 

“Not she,” Osiri snaps. “Hafsa is ègbè. Not that you would understand, you–”

“Egbe? I see. I was unaware,” the man continues as if Osiri hadn’t spoken. “Forgive my ignorance, Singer; yours is a rich and cultured language. I am still learning the notes of your Song.”

Osiri stills. He knows of the Song?

All at once the man’s fist tightens in their hair. With clean, stiff strides he drags them across the floor, unlocks the cell door, and throws them in. Hafsa hits the dirt with a groan. Osiri pulls them into his lap as the man’s shadow looms over them.

The man stands tall at attention, heels in, toes out – like a soldier, but with the ease of a general. He tilts his head, and this time the light catches him – ink black hair, straight, and coiffed short; a prominent nose; a naked upper lip; and brown skin, just a few shades lighter than Hafsa’s. Not a white man, like the other officers, and not of the continent either, but brown. Brown, yet he proudly wears Imperial white. 

“Tell your friend that the next time 'they' are questioned by Aprobate Anduli,” the man smiles, cordial and chilling, locking the cell with expert flicks of the wrist, “They would do well to provide answers.” And Osiri is sure it's the head trauma or the Song getting confused in his head or the electric lights from upstairs leaking into the basement cell, but when Aprobate Anduli turns his back and makes up the stairs, for a moment, a moment, the violent buzzing flares behind his ears again, and Hafsa's beautiful brown eyes burn honey gold.

Osiri is an Akọrin ("singer"), a kind of magical traveling griot and healer. He is charged with immortalizing the soul of his homeland by collecting stories and memories from its inhabitants, and storing them in magic jars in a massive apothecary box (that his apprentice carries, of course). Akorin were once staples of his society, but ten years ago another nation invaded and took power, and executed most of the Akorin, because their king understood how rebellions use shared histories to build coalition and power.

During the violent takeover, Osiri was injured and lost his memories, but when he meets Hafsa, a young, traumatized, and deeply violent youth who is being used as a human pet by an Imperial Consular, who awakens a startling affinity for "Singing the spirit" (aka using song to cast magic), Osiri remembers how to Sing again. He is a peaceful man who refuses to kill, but as he and Hafsa become targeted by imperial spies, rebel cells, rival magic users, bored tourists with human-hunting licenses, and dangerous safari wildlife, his pacifism is challenged. He doesn't know why, but he is plagued by violent nightmares and carries an immense guilt and sadness deep in his chest, and whenever he sees a honeyguide bird he starts to cry... and maybe remember pieces of who he is, or used to be.

Hafsa, Osiri's Àwọn ("choir", aka apprentice), is his sweet, big-hearted and bigger-mouthed apprentice. Hafsa is wildly fucked up but trying so hard to be gentle and kind like Osiri... of course, because they're obsessed with him, because they're the reason Osiri has no memories! Osiri was actually murdered by Hafsa ten years ago after catching Hafsa using his Singing for dark magic! Hafsa tried using Singing to bring Osiri back, but was too weak. They started creating facsimiles of Osiri to assuage their guilt and fill the hole left behind while they gain the power to bring back the real Osiri from the dead. (The real Osiri's body is embalmed in enchanted honey and kept in the back compartment of Hafsa's massive medicine box.)

Throughout the story, every time Osiri starts to remember things he doesn't, Hafsa wipes his memories. At some point Osiri realizes what's going on, and remembers why he cries when he sees honeyguides: honeyguide used to be his pet name/given name for Hafsa, because they're so sweet and taught him to look for the sweet things in life even when things look dour. Oops!

Aprobate Anduli is the Imperial Agent that causes them a ton of trouble. He's trying to work his way up the ladder, but hasn't quite realized that being brown will keep him from succeeding in a, you know, racist ass empire.

#thank ya! #walkie talkie. #original fic. #long post.

[a-shrieking-cloud-of-bats]

Ah, was scrolling though my dash, and saw your tags on the faust/matpat post. Matpat is a game theorist guy, who's claim to fame was trying to come up with 'lore connections/storylines', in certain video games. Stuff like Five Nights at Fredy's, or Undertale, tended to be the most popular ones.

While it started out fine, over time the quality of the videos got worse and worse. There are several videos that outright make no sense or ignore lore in the games themselves ,with one of the most infamous being a claim that Sans is Ness from Earthbound. (something that might make a fun fanfic idea)

his videos where very popular, and helped make/break certain video games. This was such a big thing for building hype for your indy games, that many games to this day work by having lots of 'secret stories' for youtubers like Matpat to talk about. (Hello Neighbor is one of the first extreme examples. the company constantly tweeted to Matpat mentioning 'secrets' and the like in their game, to try and have more videos made advertising them. Theres a bit more to it then that, but , it was definitely influential.)

Matpat kind of has a reputation of sorts for just putting out any random theory in order to get views, and inspired several other youtube channels focused on 'explaining/collecting the full story for these lore-centric games.

this is interesting, thank ya for the clarification! I think the actual history of things sorta get bungled up in the memes sometimes!

#thank ya! #bats replies

[cobertaddict]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! 💚💚💚

Thank you so much 🥺 Here's some cobert cuteness in exchange Anon! :)

#thank ya!

[dynamitekansai]

Just wanted to high five you for the cool username. Dynamite Kansai was super fucking cool

Absolutely ✨

#thank ya! #my first interest in wrestling at all was old school joshi #and when i decided to sit and properly watch some matches i picked one for cutie suzuki #but got immediately distracted by dynamite kansai lmao

[foreveryourfinalgirl]

2, 7, 13, 14, 17, 23

‼️

#thank ya! #ask fm radio #smooch

[twothpaste]

3 and 13 for the ao3 meme!

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

I like all of my stuff, I'm bewildered and proud of myself for writing so many fics in general this year! By far though, my best work is Capybara. No contest. After months of thinkin' I couldn't do much with "canon" Claus, or far-out postgame ideas, only for this terribly specific take on the character to become one of my favorites. Agh. The amount of shit going on between the lines in that fic, how much allegory I managed to cram under the hood, how everything down to the most minute details loops back around to reinforce its core theme. Which is one that bears an awful lot of personal significance to me - if there's anything I wanna share with my readers, it's the conviction that recovery and self-love are well worth the long-haul effort they demand. I'm always tryin' to write grounded themes in new and wacky and sometimes surreal ways, while still staying true to the source material, and I think Capybara was the best I've done all that. Will be hard-pressed to outdo it.

13. What’s your longest work of the year?

Hunker capped out at 33,800 words. One of those fics that was supposed to be much shorter, but ended up filling more space and time than expected! Intermission's close behind at 33,600 (which is also weird, in my mind's eye it feels like a 10k joyride). After a full year of doin this stuff, I've decided 30k per fic is my limit going forward. Mad respect for folks who write hundo-k epics - and whatever the hell November 2021 2thpaste was doing with Loose Ends - but I think smaller scale work suits me best. Really wanna try to write more oneshots next year!

#thank ya! #ask tag

[from-beyond]

4 and 20

omg thats the weed number!

4. for the eradication of seemly incurable sadness, Ezra Bell

20. Heartbreak Junky, Kyle Craft

Send numbers for Spotify Wrapped?

#answered #anon #thank ya!