Tumgik
#Hope you're well!
tamelee · 1 year
Note
I love you I hope you never leave the sns fandom. Will you do more analysis? I really like your long ones and you're one of the few who always make sense and uses actual evidence. I particularly like the one where that dudebro was super passive aggressive and you answered beautifully. Also your art is a gift from the divine (see what I did there? Lol hashimada) anyway I hope u share ur thoughts more often coz they're great!
Tumblr media
Thankyou so much Non.e💕 This doodle is for you 🥰
79 notes · View notes
zorlok-if · 1 year
Text
I'm graduating soon (yay!) and that's very exciting but I'm looking ahead and thinking about how much more time I'm going to have and how it'd be amazing to dedicate most of that time to writing. So, I was thinking about potentially (and eventually, not anytime soon) launching a patreon. Wanted to get people's reactions to that and share some of the exciting ideas I had for different tier perks.
First, there are some that I think are pretty standard: early/beta access to all my projects, exclusive shorts/art, lore posts, thorough frequent updates, tutorials, patron-only discord channels and roles, Q&As (as myself or as the cast), maybe some steamy scenes, we'll see.
But the main idea I've thought of—and which I actually have a bunch of ideas for already—is to do interactive D&D games with members of the Zorlok cast. For example, play through a supernatural regency one-shot with Danny, Lucía, and Rose, or a horror sci-fi game with EJ, Tommy, and Ciel, or a spicy fey drama with Dev, the Celestial, and Adam/Eve, or something else (as I said, I have a lot of ideas for this already, hehe). Maybe with special characters joining the table from time to time—characters like Adonis, Jovy, Cecil, Max, Hero, Laðe, etc.? Who knows? Could be anything!
Additionally, maybe with one of the tiers you'll be able to vote on which cast members or which one-shot idea you want to have in the next installment. Or maybe there's a longer campaign that is published every other month with shorter one-shots in between? Either way, I think this could be really fun to write and create as a group. If you have any thoughts on this, I'd love to hear 'em!
Some other ideas for patron rewards include custom templates made for all patrons or specific commissions for individual patrons, short stories for people of their MCs/OCs, the same kind of individualized scenes but as add-ons you can unlock with a passcode or secret word or something and play with personalized stuff in the D&D episode, interactive short stories set in the universe (about topics like characters backstories, side-characters exploring niche aspects of the world's lore, or non-canon adventures), etc. There are more ideas, but this block of text is already getting too long, so if you'd like to hear about those or if you have an idea/suggestion, let me know!
So, yeah! Just some ideas I'm playing with. Again, a patreon would be a while off, but wanted to see people's reactions to that idea now so I can plan accordingly moving forward. Thanks for reading all this and hope you have a good day!
66 notes · View notes
pontevoix · 3 months
Text
for nobara : hc + favorite color hc + how her room/space is decorated hc + favorite food from this | @shoukous
Tumblr media
headcanons | nobara kugisaki favorite  color:  she  wants  big  &  bold  &  bright.  she  wants  out  of  the  countryside,  away  from  never-ending  green.  she  felt  suffocated,  &  she  starts  associating  green  with  nausea.  that  being  said,  when  she  gets  to  tokyo  metropolitan  curse  technical  school  —-  she  doesn’t  mind  that  there  are  trees  lining  the  campus.  it  feels  familiar.
but  she’s  not  the  type  for  nostalgia.
nobara  knows  what  type  of  girl  she  is  —-  remember  ?  big  &  bold  &  bright.
but  she’s  not  the  type  of  big  &  bold  &  bright  that  chooses  the  cheeriness  of  yellow,  the  tackiness  of  orange,  the  emptiness  of  white.  red  is  just  aggressive  &  reminds  her  of  an  alarm  bell.
it’s  a  poorly  disguised  secret  that  nobara  has  a  romantic  streak,  but  it’s  one  that  she  lines  with  something  competitive.  she  sacrifices  none  of  herself  for  the  sake  of  romance,  even  though  she’s  well  aware  of  her  the  ongoing  debates  about  what  it  means  for  her  femininity  or  her  strength.
she  doesn’t  spare  the  time  for  the  debates.  maybe  she  should,  but  she’s  got  momentum.
anyway  :  she  knows  that  she  likes  the  things  that  make  her  feel  elegant,  make  her  feel  a  little  peaceful,  a  little  like  she  is  the  center  of  everything.  pink  adorns  some  of  her  accessories  —  a  bold  pink,  magenta.  she  likes  pink.  it  makes  her  feel  soft.  it  might  be  her  favorite.  she  also  likes  a  lilac.
&  at  the  same  time:  she’s  got  a  sense  of  professionalism.  she  never  fully  forgets  that  she  has  to  work  to  get  to  where  she  wants  to  be,  to  be  the  person  she  wants  to  be.
nobara’s  favorite  colors  may  be  a  bold  pink  &  lilac  —  however,  she  never  makes  them  the  primary  color  of  her  attire,  her  decor,  anything  like  that.  she  uses  her  favorites  as  accessories  &  keeps  everything  neutral  colors.
how  her  room/space  is  decorated:  here  we  have  three  stages.  who  she  was  in  youth,  who  she  tried  to  be,  &  who  she  never  was.
when  she  was  young:  her  home  wasn’t  traditional  as  it  could  be,  but  it  was  old.  her  family  had  lived  in  the  same  house  for  ages,  &  the  paint  on  the  walls  chipped  in  many  places.  there  were  chips  in  the  kitchen,  chips  in  the  living  space,  chips  in  the  bathroom.
when  nobara  was  six,  they  repainted  her  room  because  the  walls  were  starting  to  flake.  her  mother  had  chided  her  when  she  pointed  at  an  outrageous  color  of  pink  (  the  paint  will  last,  nobara.  pick  something  that  you  can  live  with  )  —-  &  then  her  mother  had  chosen  a  neutral  cream  color  for  her  daughter’s  walls  .  .  .  but
nobara  is  an  only  child.  she  has  inherited  old  talents,  &  she’s  deeply  loved.
her  mother  caves.  they  paint  one  wall  (accent  wall!)  with  a  sky  blue  that  was  supposed  to  bring  good  luck.
nobara  accents  the  space  with  poorly  matched  linens  that  never  seem  to  be  properly  made.  she’s  got  a  bookshelf  stacked  full  of  books  (  she  treats  her  manga  like  it’s  contraband).  the  bottom  shelf  is  board  games.
she  doesn’t  like  plushies,  so  there’s  none  of  that.
she  gets  heavily  excited  at  the  prospect  of  posters  when  she’s  eight,  but  she  can  never  decide  what  posters  to  hang.  she  mostly  just  hangs  posters  of  actors  she  thinks  are  cute;  it  confuses  her  father  &  flusters  him,  but  they  have  a  good  time.
she  refuses  to  let  anyone  else  do  her  laundry,  so  her  hamper  is  always  empty.  she  does  some  of  her  parents’  laundry  for  good  measure.  however,  she  gets  impatient  folding  her  clothes  &  leaves  a  folded  stack  at  the  bottom  of  her  bed.  this  stays  true  of  her  when  she’s  a  teenager.
when  she  was:  there’s  still  a  pile  of  clean  clothes  at  the  foot  of  her  bed.  she  does  worse  at  making  her  bed  as  a  teenager  in  a  dorm  than  she  did  in  her  family  home,  but  she’s  comfortable.  at  tokyo  metropolitan,  there’s  no  one  to  convince  about  painting  the  walls  a  fun  color,  so  nobara  really  has  to  buckle  down  on  the  posters.  she  feels  grown,  so  she  casts  aside  the  posters  of  actors.  instead,  she  opts  for  posters  of  cityscapes  or  band  tours.  she  feels  edgy,  &  she  feels  comfortable.
she  had  one  poster  of  a  western  painting  —  ophelia  laying  in  a  bed  of  flowers.  it’s  a  bit  morbid.  nobara  rips  it  down  after  three  weeks.  there’s  still  tack  on  the  walls  from  where  she  hung  it.  she  pins  photos  printed  on  printer  paper  on  the  walls,  &  she  was  thrilled  when  she  hung  multicolored  twinkle  lights  in  her  room.
she’s  abandoned  her  bedding  for  something  more  sophisticated  —-  white  sheets  &  a  purple  comforter.  lots  of  pillows.
she  invests  in  a  small  rug  that  she  can  keep  on  the  floor  because  it  makes  her  feel  artful.
her  collection  of  books  is  smaller  in  tokyo,  but  she  keeps  them  in  neat  stacks  that  collect  dust.
she  keeps  an  open  clothes  rack  out  in  the  corner,  &  she  thinks  it  makes  nice  decoration.
she  wishes  she  had  more  clothes.
nobara  keeps  a  mirror  propped  at  her  desk,  &  she  keeps  a  drawer  of  doodles  stuffed  in  her  desk.
in  another  life:  nobara  isn’t  patient  enough  for  interior  design,  even  if  she  has  abstract  dreams.  in  her  teenage  dorm  room,  she  sometimes  watched  tv  dramas  on  her  phone  &  thought  about  what  she  would  like.  no  posters  in  the  future,  but  she  would  like  framed  art.  she  wants  greenery,  she  wants  glass  vases  as  decorations.  she  wants  a  walk  in-closet  &  a  vanity.  she  wants  luxury.
it’s  nice  to  dream  those  things,  but  mostly  nobara  imagines  a  neat  style  for  herself  —  white  linens  topped  with  a  pink  knit  throw.  she  imagines  big  windows  &  candles  &  a  dresser  with  a  big  mirror.  she  likes  imagining  peace  for  herself.  very  breakfast  at  tiffany’s.
favorite  food:  her  favorite  food  is  listed  as  popular  food  &  watermelon  !  anyway,  nobara  tends  to  fall  asleep  too  late.  she  spends  her  watches  television  on  her  phone,  &  she  unapologetically  has  a  preference  for  reality  television.  she  likes  seeing  people  that  seem  happy,  people  that  look  like  they’re  enjoying  the  world  that  they’re  in.
for  the  record,  nobara  isn’t  tempted  by  popular  things  because  she  wants  to  be  cool  or  anything  like  that.  she’s  confident  in  herself.  she  just  wants  to  taste  the  freedom  of  exploration  that  the  popular  seems  to  reflect.
but  also  she  has  a  proclivity  for  fruit  in  general.  she  has  a  sweet  tooth,  but  she  prefers  fresh  things  to  pastries.  overall,  nobara  loves  little  more  than  lounging  in  the  grass  on  a  summer  day  with  having  a  bowl  of  fruit.
3 notes · View notes
mobius-m-mobius · 5 months
Note
Hello! I created a super long post and credited you for your replies to my theories, but for some reason the post is not showing up on any of the loki tags. :(
Here it is if you're curious: https://www.tumblr.com/percheduphere/732633434764312576/i-am-9999-certain-that-the-original-3?source=share&ref=_tumblr
Oh that's awesome, thanks so much for letting me know! Been a crazy busy day and it may take me a bit to catch up with reading but definitely looking forward to it 😊💖
2 notes · View notes
sillakits · 10 months
Note
19, 23, 31 for the handwriting asks
Tumblr media
4 notes · View notes
trashlord-007 · 1 year
Note
hiya bestie! i hope you're doing okay! i miss you <3
Mia!! Bestie 🥺 how are you?? I've missed you, too! I'm so glad you're still on the site~ so many of my moots seem to have disappeared, I'm really glad to hear from you 🥰
Tumblr media
4 notes · View notes
kithtaehyung · 1 year
Note
Hi Ryen, hope your break is treating you well 🥰🥰
#41 and #46 ??
HI LOVE!! it's been fun, i'm chilling in a lodge right now and it's all snowy and pretty outside :'))
41. Who’s your favorite character you’ve written?
gotta be 3tan yoongi and reader!! but really, anyone in that series is fun to write, too.
46. If you could only write one type of AU for the rest of your life, what would it be?
anything-to-lovers <33 just a sucker for love what can i say!!
fanfic writing asks!
6 notes · View notes
twicearoundthesun · 1 year
Note
heyhey! gah dahyun 🥹 and gahhh jihyo 🥹🥹my heartt 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹. youre always hitting me in the feels and i dunno how you do it but its great :D your writings super lovely as always. hope youre doing well and if not, hope you feel better!
-your local neighborhood shy lurker
ps i dont know if i said this but that coven aus amazing your ideas are so unique its crazyy
Hello shy lurker!
Hehe thank you for the compliments. Jihyo is so sweet right?
And thank you so much! I needed a bit more fantasy on this blog!
3 notes · View notes
sugarrspice · 1 year
Note
I don't really know how to word this but you're very very good at writing tension?? Or like, aaah, conveying a specific mood through dialogue and description? It's just wonderful to read your stuff :0
Anyway this came out of nowhere, that antistein fic simply pushed me to throw my appreciation your way!! Hope it's not awkward -A
That's super sweet of you! I'm glad the tension comes across well. It is, honestly, one of my favorite things to write in a scene; I do much better with slower paced scenes, although combat is very fun to write as well.
It's not awkward at all, though! I always appreciate feedback, because it lets me know where I've succeeded. :}
3 notes · View notes
jay-catsby · 2 years
Text
OH.... whoever was sending me kind messages abt my thesis all semester, this one goes out to you:
IT'S DONE!!! :D I got an A!!!!!!!!
5 notes · View notes
liquidstar · 5 months
Text
If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
58K notes · View notes
soft-lee · 2 months
Note
hi claire!
Hiiii anon!! :)
0 notes
zorlok-if · 2 years
Text
Flash Poll
I'm curious about some stuff. If you don't mind, please consider answering some of these simple questions (mostly asking about who your favorite characters are). Thank you! 😊
Click here for the poll
29 notes · View notes
Note
pssst,, guess whos back For Real
Tumblr media
AYOOO
0 notes
Tumblr media
12K notes · View notes
hailsatanacab · 4 months
Text
Family Dinners - dpxdc
"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.
The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.
"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.
"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.
"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."
"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."
Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.
Ancients, that's so weird!
The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.
Wait. Family dinners?
He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.
"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.
"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.
From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.
"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"
"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"
"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."
"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."
The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.
Come on, Danny, recover!
"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."
"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?
"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."
"Costume? What do you mean?"
Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.
"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!
"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.
"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.
His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.
"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.
Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"
"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"
"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."
"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.
It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.
It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.
Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.
"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."
Once again, the whole table falls into silence.
"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"
"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"
"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."
Danny's grin freezes in place.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."
"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"
Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.
"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.
"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."
An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.
"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.
"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."
"What did happen?"
"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."
"How long in the future was it?"
"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.
Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"
"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."
"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."
"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"
"What?"
"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."
Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.
"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.
"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."
"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"
"Damian, stop—"
"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."
"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."
"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.
"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."
"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."
"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."
"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."
6K notes · View notes