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dollsuguru · 24 days

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Hi hi hi ! ♡♡♡

The only thing I can think of is the Mc running her fresh acrylic nails on Suguru's scalp. I bet he likes the feeling :3:3:3

I was thinking a medium coffin shape but feel free to make it whatever ♡♡♡

It's a bit of a weird thing but I like when mcs have cute acrylic nails :333

I totally bet Mc fell first but suguru fell harder tho lol

Oooooooooooo it def should be suggestive.

Set the scene. (Ignore this atp I'm just fantasizing u don't need to try to include this lol) We're all at one of Satoru's obnoxiously loud parties. Music shaking the house, booze everywhere. What starts out as friendly conversation, ends up with them sharing a blunt and grinding on each other

S9SDJDKJDNDJD I AM SO WEAK FOR THIS MAN AND YOUR WRITING ♡♡♡

OH YOU’RE A GENIUS!!!!!! i just know reader & suguru love playing w each other’s hair so much and the ACRYLICS omg i love coffin-shape acrylics so much <3 i think he’d love the feeling in his hair/it would calm him down and the entire time he’s like “wow my gf literally is so sweet… playing w my hair… i love her so much 🥹🤧” meanwhile reader is like “Damn I Need His Haircare Routine Or Else I’ll Die.”

BLACK IS THE COLOR!MC FELL FIRST BUT SUGURU FELL HARDER YOU GET IT! 🗣️🗣️🗣️ i think reader is v open w their compliments and immediately were like “wow you’re beautiful” and suguru just couldn’t help but blush (he’s used to people hitting on him but he knew you were being genuine w no hidden intentions… just a very Pure compliment as if you’re simply stating a fact) and HEHE also. i think he fell for you instantly i don’t think it took time for him to Fall In Love but i think it takes time for him to Accept It if that makes any sense… i’ll try & explore and explain those feelings more in the fic!

AND YAY TO GRINDING 🤭🤭🤭 i have an Idea for that in mind already but omfg yours is very fratboy!sugu coded WHEW… if YOU wanna write that feel free 👀

#asks #anon #i love the acrylics idea i think it’s so cute and sugu is def the type to pay for your nails (obvi) <333 #anon have YOU considered writing bc that grinding idea is a whole fic in and of itself omfg that’s real hotboy shit! 🗣️#i need to read some grinding fics for research now (like actually not even joking) 😭#the things i do for fic writing omfg

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obscurecurse · 25 days

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Entrance to the Villa Ottolenghi (completed 1978), Carlo Scarpa

I'm sorry but like please imagine you go to someone's house and you have to descend into what looks like the entrance to an actual labyrinth? Descending and turning in a narrow concrete throughway is kind of the opposite of what you expect of a residential entry sequence. Think of every house you have entered in the last year, from the approach all the way up to arriving at the front door.

Scarpa meters the feeling of enclosure he creates by opening up to a meadow at the end of this throughway. This is the same move you experience in gothic cathedrals. You are compressed in the entrance and then the room opens up to a grand space with stained glass, candles, religious symbolism. At Villa Ottolenghi you are presented with earth, sky, a still pool reflecting your surroundings. This was a design move he made often, deliberate compression resolved by a meadow, reflection. It was succeeded through smaller gestures, but he thought about the journey as much as the destination.

#villa ottolenghi #carlo scarpa #h writes #god help you if you need to get a refrigerator down there tho #my self soothe is thinking about what my venetian hotboy could DO with concrete

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kekaki-cupcakes · 7 months

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Hiiii! How are you hanging?

Warning: periods? Not sure if it’s a warning. If it is or it makes you uncomfortable I am so so sorry it was not my intention

Could you write for Leo Valdez being his s/o’s biggest simp and like acting as heater and heating pad especially when she’s on her period and building her lots of gadgets for basically anything he thinks she may need?

Feel free to skip this obviously!

Sorry again and have a lovely day!

Bye! (Ps I have reade your Nike one for about 20 times now and it still is so fun and amazing! ‘Cant wait for the Hypnos one!)

I'm working on so much rn so this is just a short head canon list that sort of derailed but it was so cute to write. I'm glad you liked the Nike one, and the Hypnos fic was just posted I hope you find it <3

And period talk doesn't make me uncomfortable don't worry I'm fine with writing lots of that kind of stuff I just have like, limits with smut and age gap kind of stuff [I'm also a minor]

This header just gave me like, hot water bottle cover vibes and matched the rest of it too, hope you enjoy!

Hotboy/Hotpack---Leo V x gn reader on their period

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-No but like he’s literally perfect for the job

-Who else is better at laying down as a weighted blanket and heating himself up to perfect temperature and then just literally fiddling with rubix cubes while you use him as a hot water bottle

-He’d be so happy to as well, like it was the best job in the world [which it is to him, he gets cuddles as well as being a good boyfriend. It’s a win win]. Even if you didn’t ask, he’d catch you microwaving a wheat pack while you take painkillers in the camp kitchen and sneak up behind you and hug you. Or maybe he’d lay across the counter dramatically,

-‘mi amor are you replacing me? Why would you do this? I love you, and now there's other guys in your life!’

-‘it’s literally a hot water bottle’

-‘No! I must win you back!...Come on let’s go make out-’

-Then he’d take the hot water bottle away and smother you in kisses [if you felt like it] and drag you back to your cabin. He’d bring your favorite snacks and steal Pipers Ipad, the one with the hello kitty stickers, and you’d watch movies to pass the time.

-He’s the type to try those different rubbing points on your stomach to help with cramps [gods his hands are so fine, but that’s besides the point] and even if they didn’t work you’d get a massage out of it <3

-So we’ve all agreed Leo is the little spoon, right?

-He’d act so tough and macho, spooning you to heat up his hands on your stomach but then you rolled over in your sleep once and woke up to him grinning his head off while you hugged him

-Of course you figured it out and now you’re the big spoon because he’s just so small and cuddly, like a teddy bear [even if he’s a bit boney] and when you get cramps it works even better. He’s like a life sized heat pack pressed against you, and he always holds you hands as well because he’s just like that :D

-He has the softest curly hair when it isn’t covered in sawdust and grease, and when he lays his head on your chest or that little spot between your neck and your shoulder you could just run your hands through it. Or maybe put little plaits in it. He’d love that. Touch is definitely his love language, once he realizes he does deserve it, as well as gifts and acts of service.

-Gifts and acts of service is a subconscious thing for him that he doesn’t even realize he does and likes until he spots the shelf next to your bed filled with all the little things he’s made. Gold or silver jewelry [he quickly figured out which one was favorite through trial and error you didn’t even notice], little metal flowers he’d welded with his fingers, which were literally made with love. There’d be things like lollies and packets of gum he’d realized you liked and promptly bought when he went out, fairy lights he’d made in the shape of hearts, candles with your favorite scents he’d made from when Hazel had a wax-y crafts phase, and more.

-If you ever gave him something in return, he’d probably cry

-But he knows you love him and he definitely knows he loves you [as well as the rest of CHB lol]

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#pjo fandom #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #leovaldez #Leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x oc #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x y/n #Leo valdez x gender neutral reader #reader on their period #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #but no y/n dw #lol

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ananxiousgenz · 26 days

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SONG FOR A CAGED LOVEBIRD: PART 13

this took. a while!! life has been busy recently lol. i feel it is important to note that this part 13 also cashed in at 1,666 words. this was not intentional, but uh. definitely has got some evil undertones.

reading some of the stuff peter says might get a lil confusing- just remember he is signing all of this!! i didn't want to write the word "signed" three million times and sign language is literally a language, just not a spoken one, so i used "said" instead

I SUMMON THEE TPP CREW: @smidgen-of-hotboy @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @urjover @one-joe-spoopy @waters-and-the-wilde @demonic-panini @the-private-eye

Way down deep in the pit of Juno’s stomach, a scaly rattlesnake of dread curled up and bared its fangs.

His muscles ached and his shirt was soaked through with sweat, and every few steps came with a cough from the horrible, black-dust air. He’d been searching the walls for hours now, looking for any sign of the tall, knife-thin figure that had sliced his world in half from the moment he walked into it.

He’d seen a lot of workers. It took a lot of effort for him to not cringe at the sight of them. A hundred thousand faces, laying brick and chipping away at stone, each one looking as bone-tired and hopeless as the next. Some even looked vaguely familiar, distorted into someone he recognized through the dream-like haze in the air. But he hadn’t found anything of Peter Nureyev yet.

The rattlesnake shivered out a tense hiss. He was beginning to question everything. Had Rita remembered what had happened correctly? Maybe he’d missed him somewhere? Was Peter even here?

And suddenly all of Juno’s fear melted away.

There he was. A lone figure against the harsh lava glow of the factories behind him.

Just like he had the first time, he looked tired and disheveled, dirt on his face and a wall around his heart. His overalls were covered in mud and brick dust, his glasses were broken, and his eyes looked hollow and weary. But, gods, he might as well have had a gilded halo around his head for the way Juno wanted to fall down at his feet weeping and praying.

Blessed Saint Peter of the Workers.

Juno broke into a sprint.

“Nureyev?! Nureyev!!”

There was no answer. Peter just kept hacking away at the rock with his pickaxe, head bowed to the ground.

Juno scrambled up the rickety wooden ramp to the top of the wall as the rattlesnake slithered back into his gut. Peter barely noticed him. “Nureyev. Nureyev, please. Peter, please look at me!”

Nothing. Just that steady Hadestown rhythm of breathe, strike, lift. Breathe. Strike. Lift.

Juno grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around. Peter’s eyes were completely empty, like the work here had sucked every last ounce of life out of him. Flashes of memory sped by in Juno’s mind.

Peter laughing. Peter working out logic problems with Buddy. Peter telling stories with Rita. Peter fixing up the bar with Jet. Peter looking at him in wonder. Peter being alive.

He wasn’t alive now. The poorly sutured gash in his neck was evidence enough of that.

Juno was nearly crying now, scared and desperate, the world going blurry through the tears stuck in his lashes. The rattlesnake hidden in his stomach was letting out another steady hiss, it’s teeth bared in warning once more.

“Peter, please, you gotta remember me,” Juno whispered, pulling Peter’s head down to his. “I’m here to take you home.”

And then something strangely extraordinary happened.

Peter blinked. And it was like a miracle.

The hollowness cleared from his eyes in an instant. He squinted slightly through the dim light and broken glasses, and then recognition sparked in his eyes, and a grin more blinding than the sun snuck onto his face, chasing away the despair and melancholy. He looked at Juno, wonder and surprise and love in his eyes, and mouthed a single word.

Juno!

And then they were in each other's arms, holding each other like it was the only thing in the world that existed. Juno realized he was fully crying now, and Peter was crying too. His fist was clenched in Peter’s shirt that smelled like coal dust and sweat and fear but he didn’t care. He didn’t care. All that mattered was that they were here now, and they were holding each other, and he felt whole again. And it was like the world released a breath it barely knew it was holding back.

They stayed like that for a long time, crying and hugging and gently rocking back and forth, until both of them could breathe normally, like the sheer fact of the other’s presence could fix every problem they had ever known.

Juno pulled away from the hug first and kissed Peter hard. “You absolute DUMBASS. What the hell were you thinking, Nureyev? Getting yourself tangled up in the underworld?”

Peter made a slightly sour face and began signing something at Juno, too fast for him to understand.

“Wait, wait, wait. Slow down a minute. It’s been a while since I had to interpret sign, babe. You’re gonna have to sign slower than that.”

Peter sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes, but planted a sweet kiss on Juno’s cheek before signing again, slower this time.

"How the hell did you get down here?"

“Jet led me. Apparently he used to work for Hadestown as a psychopomp or something. He wouldn’t go into it too much, though.”

"No, no, no," Peter said, snapping his fingers closed in slight frustration. "How did you get past the wall? No one gets in unless they come by train."

“Ah. Well, that’s interesting. There’s a backroad that I went down. And then when I got to the wall… I just. I sang. I asked it to let me in, said I needed to find you, and the stones just moved aside. I don’t know how.”

There was a pause. Peter was chewing on his lip now, looking at Juno with some emotion akin to reproach on his face. “What’s the matter, babe?”

"I called your name before I… left. And you never came for me."

Juno sucked in a pained breath through his teeth and looked at the rough-hewn ground. “You…. you did. I know.”

Peter’s expression was rapidly approaching one that looked like it might burst into tears. "You knew? You heard me?"

“No, I didn’t know. Rita saw all of it. She…. she told me the story.” Juno sighed deeply, ran his hands over his face, and squatted down to the ground. “I’m so sorry, Nureyev. All of this is my fault. I should have been paying more attention to you, because you told me that you were hungry and I thought it would be fine, I just didn’t listen, and if I had listened, you wouldn’t be in this mess-”

Juno broke off as he felt Peter’s fingers under his chin, forcing him to look up.

"Listen to me. This is not your fault," he said gently before giving Juno another kiss. His face had such a soft expression on it, soft like a magnolia petal in early spring with the kind of tenderness and care that only a very deep-rooted love can produce.

Juno looked at that softness growing through the cracks of Nureyev’s walls and found himself falling in love with him all over again.

“It’s okay, though. I can fix this. I came to bring you home again. I can just sing the song again and the stones will let us back out- what’s the matter?”

Peter had begun shaking his head slowly. "Won’t work," he said, jaw clenched tight and face painted with varying shades of regret.

“What do you mean, it won’t work? It’ll work, I promise, Peter, I can get us out of-”

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

A booming voice echoed across the wall in response, and Juno watched Nureyev go completely still, eyes wide and face stark white with fear and panic. Juno wasn’t sure who the man in the neat suit walking towards them was, but Peter’s reaction to his voice was enough to set Juno on edge in his defense.

He stood, back straight and eyes narrowed with as much confidence and menace as he could manage. “And who the hell are you?”

The man grinned, and something about his smile made Juno want to punch him. “An old friend of Petya’s. And the man who owns this city. You can call me Slip. You’d best be going, though. This city doesn’t take kindly to strays.”

Juno didn’t move a muscle. The man stared at him, eyes cold and clean and razor sharp.

“I said, you need to leave this city. Now.”

“I’m not leaving without him.”

Nureyev stood then and turned to face the man, Slip, with a tension Juno had never seen in him before, and began shooting angry words in his direction. His hands were moving too fast for Juno to catch anything more than a few words: “alone,” “deal,” “my voice,” “take,” and “let him go”. Slip’s grin only widened.

“He hasn’t told you, has he?” he asked, leaning slightly to see Juno’s face.

Juno looked at Peter, a sick feeling beginning to snake back into his gut. “Tell me what, Peter?”

Peter looked at him painfully before staring wide-eyed at the ground and chewing on his lip.

The rattlesnake buzzed out a tremor of fear. “Peter, what did you do?”

“I told you I own this city, and that includes the people in it. My darling Petya here signed a contract for a job, and now he belongs to me. I was initially going to keep him from having to work out here, but since he decided he would rather keep company with my workers than me, I decided to let him do some of the work himself,” Slip shrugged, walking forward and resting a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

It was like the world was collapsing in on itself.

“It isn’t true,” Juno breathed, eyes widening. “It can’t be true. Tell me it isn’t true.”

Peter wouldn’t meet his eyes. He simply nodded and said nothing else.

The rattlesnake’s hiss crescendoed. Juno felt like he might throw up.

“Executives? Would you mind showing this young man here what we do with trespassers?” Slip called.

Suddenly, two large, identical men dressed in brown coats appeared behind Juno. Before he could say a word or move in defense, there was movement, a sharp pain radiating through his skull, and then Juno Steel knew no more.

#don't worry about benten and the gang #they're all fine i promise #the penumbra podcast #tpp #tpp hadestown au #song for a caged lovebird #i hope y'all enjoy <3 #i love you guys!!!!!

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theotherwesley · 11 months

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One of these goddamn days i'm going to sit down and write an episode-by-episode analysis/translation comparison/breakdown of Gundam Wing and try to extricate that poor bastard from decades of early fandom toxicity and maybe and save it from meme death

like, I'm so sick of GW being stuck as the poster child of 90's dubbing and teen anime hotboys!!! shut up about the teen anime hotboys*!! Sit down and let me tell you about the GIRLS. Let me tell you about the hot. ADULT. VILLAINS.

*you don't actually have to shut up about the teen hotboys they're great and i love them they just need to go to therapy and finish graduating highschool. would someone PLEASE get these child soldiers a SANDWICH and a PUPPY and let them TAKE A NAP.

#lifeblogging #sometimes this is a gundam blog #gundam goddamn wing

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see-arcane · 1 year

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Jonathan Harker VS Quincey Morris Sexyman Duel: REMATCH

“Have to say, Harker. I can’t tell whether I’m under or overdressed for the occasion. This part of a new dress code for sexyman brackets?”

“Not that I’m aware of. I just figured I could kill two birds with one stone. There are so very many people insisting upon my effeminate and unmanly mien being a flaw, when all along I simply assumed it was just a trait. ‘Likes to write, enjoys law books, beheads vampires, sometimes identifies as much with being a lady as a man, collects recipes.’ And now, in embracing my dreadful feminine foibles, I’ve dressed for the big event. So to speak.”

“Second, I wanted to make the win as neat as possible for you. I already had my sexyman win against you last year. It’s only sportsmanlike that I set the stage for a quick and painless win on your trek to the finals here.”

“I would rather no one get hurt, you see. Better to ensure an easy victory. Congratulations in advance, Mr. Morris.”

“My thanks for the gesture. But I’m afraid you’ve mistaken me for someone else. See, I’ve never been one to take the easy way to the win. Especially in a case like this. Right here? Between you and me?”

“I’d rather we do this the hard way.”

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Don’t forget to vote for your sexyman of choice in the semifinals for the Gothlit Sexyman Contest. Also, shoutout to @gothlit-sexyman-contest for arranging the long-awaited Dracula hotboi rematch of Most VS Least Manly (Sexy)man.

#( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)#may the best sexyman win #quincey morris #jonathan harker #yeehawrker #dracula #gothlit sexyman contest

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eatingjupiter · 5 months

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the house is a body , a person , a man, a lover and a poet. a bespectacled worshiper licking the bones of a dream held in the quiet whispers of a boy on the cusp of manhood. a hound biting the boy-man to godhood, so to feed it till judgment comes running . it is spread as long breaths caught in between the fingers of a years old saga. speaking verses around a life seen divine. a tree catching feathers off a fluttering bird- too sweet to break the legs off its tender heart. it is found as words cutout to feed grief through stretch-marks betraying a faulty structure. it is a house , a body, a person , a man, a lover and - a widower seeing his love die as he becomes a heretic of the outside. and so it grows mad . holding teeth to time baiting it to bring the boy back as he should have ben.

the house is a body , a person , a man , a lover , and a maze so hungry to hold. - it s a bloodied man stealing hearts to make what he has lost. a fix of heroine sinking sprits to make itself seem grander. the house is a body that wants to be filled , to drink down god and have him sit within its palm. the house is a man that grew on the boy-god he made and fell in love with. the house is a sad man lost on verse of poem it writes to a god that will no look back.

for at @nosebleedclub 's prompt dated novemeber eighteenth twenty-twenty-three oddity as expressed through the house of the changing house . taglist : @snickiebear @smidgen-of-hotboy asked to be tagged or removed.

#poem #writelbr #i didn't really know how to ended it but i hope it still works

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mitspeiler · 10 days

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Gun to your head, Skurret. He will eat the hog

It's all fun and games until things get Skurrious...

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

I stole it from a greentext that involved a similar character

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

uhhh mid-20s. you know better than me

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

lmao. no

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

real genuine Space-Italian pizza!😘👌🍕

💼 - What do they do for a living?

Skurret has worn many hats over the years, from soldier to cab driver to pirate to corpse. when he was a pirate he claimed to be the navigator of the ship, but was actually just a meat shield for the captain

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

I...think he plays cricket? Or watches it? I dunno mostly what he does and how he spends his time is bothering women

🎯 -What do they do best?

Surprisingly competent fighter, but only if it's funnier if he wins

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Skurret loves to hang out with his meechis, all real goombas. He hates to see a mamacita get picked up by a hotboy

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

winning his signature hawaiian shirt in a raffle at a casino that he snuck into as a teen. things were never this good again

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

His most traumatic memory is a tie between the time his friend Gnolan died in his arms or the time in fourth grade when a dragon boy stole his crush. he cannot tell

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

yes. I briefly tried to redesign him as a more serious character but it's too late

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

A greentext + scout tf2 + travis bickle = skut

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

space opera science fiction. but like, as the skeezy guy tryna sell the main character death sticks

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

he's cis and bi but in deep deep denial about being attracted to men, because of his childhood trauma of having his crush stolen by a hotboy

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

Three

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

They love him but he thinks they're overbearing and oppressive. his mother is always trying to mend fences but he will not take her calls. they are ashamed of him for his many crimes and personality failings but keep trying

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

I plead the fifth

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

I no longer produce skurret content, it is outsourced to an affiliate studio in tennessee

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

I keep trying!!!

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

homophobia

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

whatever hotboy is moving in on his current object of affection

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

two years

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

#skurrino #spaceverse

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liz-allyn · 1 year

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how can I get my fics to get attention like yours do? working your ass off and then getting 20 notes sucks. and I’m trying to become a better writer and honestly crave the validation like you get from your followers. hopefully you’ll see this! Obsessed with S&V

Hi my fellow 🖋️!

Thank you so much for your comment, and thank you for thinking so highly of me!

answers for fic writers after the cut

So honestly? I don't know how to get followers. This blog has been running since 2021, and I only started writing fic < 1 year ago. I've become so much more well known (ha) in the TASM fandom because I've hung out here a long time. I don't have a secret to engagement or understand how tumblr 'works' that well (ie the algorithm that social media sites use to decide what to put in front of you). There are still people I freakin' worship on this site who don't interact with my fics at all, haha. AND flip side, some of the best writers I've ever seen are on here and their fics have less than 100 notes. I have learned that persistently I'll look over into other peoples' yards and be like "fuck. how did they get 4K followers?" or like "wow, she just posted this yesterday and it has over 1k notes."

as for working your ass off and getting 20 notes—CAN CONFIRM: that sucks. some fics I wrote for fun. some fics I wrote for the creative challenge. but pretty much on all of them I've left a little piece of me, of my soul and the lessons i've learned in my meandering partial journey. blood on the keyboard. and those fics? the really great ones (or ones just as good as sugar and vice)? they still don't have many notes.

But I will acknowledge that my following dramatically increased when I started posting S&V. I think I had ~900 and that blew up to 1.5k. There are a few factors in this:

Always post fics with fic art (with gifs! if possible) - This is the number one thing that draws me to read fic. I like art that looks cool. I also have been playing around with Canva Pro for 3-4 years (it's my fav) and I'm animation-adjacent as a day job, so pushing myself to think about graphic design has been really good for me. I find it fun to come up with a whole aesthetic for your story, whether it's a mood board or a color scheme (I usually have 'branding' on the brain). If you don't want to play with fic art, at least find an appropriate gif. Use the actor's face. I also think the gif search on Tumblr sucks balls but it's really worth it to have the right gif.

Pay attention to the hashtags of other popular fics in your fandom - when I started paying attention to notes, this was the best advice. I was using all kinds of tags that made sense to me, but weren't effective. In the web version of Tumblr, I can search for a tag and see how many followers it has. It's significant if #peter parker x reader has way more followers than #tasm!peter x reader. Also trends come and go, tumblr has their hotboy of the month and it rotates. there have been months were TASM Peter was non-existent in the last year, and months where we're getting *fed*. Pro tip with tags: I have a separate Google Doc with a list of hashtags that I copy and paste to save time. After a while, you should try reblogging with different hashtags

Use a spelling or grammar checker - I'm not a grammar fac*st but if I open a fic and everything is misspelled, almost no punctuation is used, and I have to work really hard to understand your story, then it's not going to go far. (With respect to writers who post work in English, and it's their second language). I never pay much attention to the occasional misspelling or grammar mistake, but when it looks like you sent your fic via text message or tinder chat, I just can't. I personally use Grammarly, but I also hate it and think it's buggy and overpriced. If anyone else has a better option that works with Google Docs, let me know!

Never write your fics in Tumblr's post editor. That has nothing to do with engagement but that shit is buggy as hell.

Avoid putting too much text up front before the fic. I put author's notes at the end. I try to keep summaries short. I try to focus on what someone absolutely needs to know to understand this fic, and I *mostly* try to avoid apologizing to the reader ahead of time for what they're about to read, for it being too long, for it being weird, bleh bleh bleh

If you're writing a series, make people reblog to be tagged. I've seen lots of people do taglists and then they give up because it's a pain to manage (and it is), plus you have a bunch of people that go "add me to the taglist!" or "next part, when?" and they didn't even reblog what you've already written. I think that's been one of the really big factors behind S&V's success

Make navigation as easy as possible - this is web design 101 (which I flunked repeatedly), but a masterlist is good to have. If you're in a series, a link back to the previous chapter + next chapter is good to have, I've also recently started putting a link back to the masterlist. people that know more things about stuff than me told me that you want to make things as simple as possible for viewers to get from one page to another. (that's why youtube links are shit on tumblr, even videos are meh, but GIFs work so well and attract so much attention). this is a visual site, so big images or headings or links with color help to draw the eye's attention.

Write what you want to write. Because you really need to gain enjoyment from writing, and it should never feel like you're a content factory. Do this 9 out of 10 times. The 10th time, write what people want to read. My first mob fic was These Violet Delights which I thought was so smart, and I was so proud of, and I planned this whole series out for. But also I tag things accurately, and some people (even my moots) are uncomfortable reading about those topics. Then when I started S&V I was extremely self-critical because I didn't want to write something filled with tropes and cliches. And then I sort of got off my soapbox and let S&V be its own thing, full of tropes and cliches, because they're popular for a reason, and they're fun to read, and it's okay to have candy for dinner every once in a while. And I've been able to pivot my plans and create something I'm pretty proud of.

It does help to stay consistent in the fandom you're writing for. Either by writing or reblogging other writers. Just don't make yourself feel like you're a slave to Tumblr and you must stay active at all times f o r e n g a g e m e n t. Everyone should take breaks when they need to.

Don't listen to my advice because no one knows how to hack tumblr. There are some posts that have sooooo many notes and I'm like 'why?' Meanwhile, my heart's been ripped open in LED pixels on screen and sometimes it passes by.

I hope that this was useful! And if not, I'm sorry for the long post. I look forward to reading your fic (whoever you are), and feel free to tag me when you write your next thing!

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smidgen-of-hotboy · 23 days

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Our Angel of Brahma, pt. iv

Last thing I'll post of this for now I swear. Next up will be the final part to Buddy's pov in Out in the Cold Field.

@ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @ananxiousgenz @demonic-panini @gwenlena @the-private-eye

SOUND: COMMS BEEPING. RECORDING BEGINS. BARID (REVOLUTIONARY): You're gonna record me? CHARLIE: Yes! They gotta hear your voice, Baird. (BAIRD SNORTS) BARID (REVOLUTIONARY): You just want to be able to listen back when I'm gone. CHARLIE: Don't talk like that. You know I hate it. BARID (REVOLUTIONARY): Sorry, sorry… you know how it's been since… I'm sorry. CHARLIE: No, no– I'm sorry, Baird. (SIGH) You're right, I do want to listen back. I like your voice. BARID (REVOLUTIONARY): My voice is weird though. I don't like it. CHARLIE: It's not weird, and I like it. Please, Baird, sing for me. (BAIRD HUMS) BARID (REVOLUTIONARY): Fine. Just this once! SOUND: SKIRT RUSTLING. BARID (REVOLUTIONARY): When I'm done though you owe me your smuggled chocolate. CHARLIE: Alright, fine. Sing me a song. (BAIRD HUMS) BARID (REVOLUTIONARY): Sing you a song huh… I dream of an orange sun, and yellow skies. Green valleys full of trees, clear waters, and a gentle breeze. I miss the summer rain, and winters freeze. Autumn leaves, and spring sugarcane. An orange sun, and yellow skies. Green valleys full of trees, clear water, and a gentle breeze. Our lives were so bright until they came along. Stole our future, stole our pride. Stole our seasons, stole our light. Stole our parents, stole our songs. Stole our past, stole our brides. I dream in a world with a distant sun. Blacked out skies, Empty valleys, no rising tides. smoke fills our lungs and my dry eyes. I dream in a world with a distant sun. CHARLIE: (SNIFFLING) See, what I tell you? Your voice isn't weird. It's gentle. BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): It's weird– and about to crack again. (COUGHS) I need to drink something… CHARLIE: Mom left her canteen in the kitchen I think. Just stay away from the window, you should be fine. BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): Alright, thanks… and Charls? CHARLIE: Yes? BARID (REVOLUTIONARY): Thanks for believing in me. CHARLIE: Of course. SOUND: BARE FEET ON TILE. BECOMES DISTANT. CHARLIE: (QUIETLY) I don't think we'll live to see a free Brahma, Dearest. But I'll believe in you. So I hope you never stop singing… SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

- Baird was saying something about Charlie “knowing how it's been since” does this have anything to do about what happened to their Dad? What happened to their step-parent?

- Chocolate is a dessert delicacy from Earth. It takes two to three weeks to make chocolate from fresh cocoa beans, and from Earth to Brahma, it would take three to four years. Trade between the Solar Planets and Brahma has been limited since the Galactic Civil War. Did they steal chocolate from New Kinshasa somehow? Was it smuggled from New Kinshasa? Or smuggled directly from the Solar Planets to Brahma? (Seems highly unlikely)

- “Charls”... “Dearest”...

- Charlie is right, Baird’s voice does sound very gentle. “Cracking voice” could indicate either dehydration or puberty? Unclear which.

- Charlie was not an optimist, Baird was (is? Even with a name it is near impossible to find any records of a "Baird" from Brahma. Or any surviving records from Brahma to begin with. I don't wanna get involved with Dark Matters but... I might have to get involved with Dark Matters.)

#ask to be tagged or removed #the penumbra podcast #private eye's keys go jingle jangle #a hotboy's writing #our angel of brahma

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quantummindclassicalheart · 1 year

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Master post of quantum's Critical Role fic

You can now find me on AO3 as FiveCamellia! I will be gradually archiving older fic there. Various other things I’ve written including scicomm stuff and poetry live in my general #writing tag, feel free to check it out! For scicomm specifically, check out my #quantum talks quantum tag.

(This is a repost of my old pinned post, but with the new post format.)

a dream within a dream (AO3, Tumblr. New! Completed 2023/01/21.) > When the fog of Rumblecusp steals away Caleb’s memories, Jester must help him remember. But this time, it’s going to take a little more than a fifth-level spell slot. For Widojest Secret Santa 2022.

The Lovers’ Lie (original song) > There is an old folk song that is sung in Exandria. It goes by a lot of titles–In Marquet it’s commonly known as The Liar’s Love, while natives of Xhorhas would know it as The Fey Groom, and the elves of Syngorn’s version has a title that translates to “The Sacrifice of Truth for Love.” This is one bard’s rendition of the song in Common, as accompanied by ukulele.

verbal and somatic (AO3) > In which Jester has a creative idea for how to use the Polymorph spell, and with a truly heroic effort (and the benefit of War Caster), Caleb succeeds on a series of concentration checks with increasingly high DC. (AKA: Widojest body swap sexy times.) (Post-campaign, established relationship AU.)

a soft place to land (AO3) > A few years after their travels with the Mighty Nein, Caleb and Jester reunite for the summer and kinda sorta fall in love all over again. (Post-campaign, as the summary suggests, but more or less canon-compliant)

a dream of flight (AO3) > My first Loquaerryn fic, about their first dance (and what comes after). Laerryn is used to taking the lead, but when she meets Loquatius Seelie, he challenges everything she knows about following.

rainy days and twisting braids > Yasha braids Beau’s hair, and softness follows. For Beauyasha Week 2022 Day 2: Hair. (Takes place post-campaign.)

like it’s the last time > A Widojest epilogue “missing scene,” i.e. the final conversation Caleb and Jester never got in canon. It’s the night before Fjord and Jester leave Nicodranas, and the Nein are throwing a party. Everything should be great. Except Caleb’s been distant lately, and Jester wants to know why. (Takes place during the Campaign 2 finale, roughly.)

waves of memory > A short Shadowgast piece based on some merperson!Essek AU art.

we must all tend our gardens > A character study of everyone's favorite drow hotboi and his complicated relationship with faith, as told through gardening. (Takes place during the Campaign 2 finale.)

[podfic] Die Smaragdwelle (Jade_Sabre) > A reading of Die Smaragdwelle, a fairy tale about a princess swallowed up by an emerald wave and the wizard who had to find her. (Featuring my vocal impressions of all the Mighty Nein.)

und andere Zemnische Volksmärchen > What if things had gone just a little differently post-Katzenprinz? (Fluff. Fluff is what happens.) For Widojest Week 2021 Day 6: Der Katzenprinz.

four-and-a-half waltzes of caleb widogast > A series of vignettes in which Caleb shares four dances with four of the most important people in his life, and learns to embrace the magic of possibility. (Spoilers for all of Campaign 2, minus the finale.)

the divine transmutation of the self > In which magic changes Veth, and Veth changes her mind about magic. (Spoilers through C2E97)

drawn together > Making stuff for (and with) the people you care about is a love language. In which Beau decides to learn how to draw, and also learns a few other things along the way. (Takes place sometime post-C2E111)

a taste of summer > In which Caleb’s hidden talent for baking and Jester’s love of sweets collide in the best possible way. (Takes place sometime post-C2E111)

sunrise over eiselcross > A little scene between Fjord and Jester from the morning after their big conversation in C2E118.

you're still there > Beau has a nightmare about a path not taken. Yasha’s there to help her through it. Cuddles ensue. (Takes place sometime post-C2E111)

disguise selves > An AU where Caleb and Jester are (human) roommates, preparing for a Halloween costume party over Zoom. Jester being Jester, she insists on a photo shoot in costume. Everything goes better than expected. (no spoilers)

the nature of possibility > Two things possessed me to write this: the concept of including some actual thermodynamics in a fic about dunamancy, and the idea of hand contact during a spellcraft lesson. What ensued was nearly a thousand words of Shadowgast. (Takes place sometime post-C2E77)

an unnatural tide > Caleb doesn't normally forget things. But Rumblecusp isn't a normal island. What did he forget that last morning? Here's my best guess. (Spoilers for C2E105)

#writing #critical role #mighty nein #widojest #(mostly)#if you're new to my fic: here's a taster menu #like it's the last time is bittersweet but hopeful #a soft place to land is post-canon fix-it fluff #a dream within a dream is a character-driven magical adventure into caleb's memories and trauma #und andere Zemnische Volksmärchen diverges from canon right after Katzenprinz and turns into straight fluff #and a taste of summer is my take on a widojest baking fic. it is as sweet as a strawberry cake should be #that's just the widojest fics-- i also have a bit of shadowgast and beauyasha in there. check them out!

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doip. / 6.9.23: Attack of the Boar

WAHOO. WAHOO. WAHOO. WAHOO oh hey its 6/9 . nice

oh also jason is here! yay jason! jorb has invited him to the campaign so he's spectating us getting our ass kicked probably considering he got invited Yesterday. excited to see where this goes

LAST TIME, ON DRAGON OF ICESPIRE PEAK: Out heroes were taskedb y Falcon the Hn=unter to clean out the Woodland Manse of the . talos. granok is doing dark rituals for a isnister god. Granoth was defeated, not before he was able to send a message, proclaiming to the group that Gorthok would come. After returning to Falcon's hunting lodge, our heroes celebrated their vicftory, and took a well-deserved night's sleep. But that sense of victory wouldnt last as Gorthok the Thunderboar tore down the very walls o the lodge! Will our heroes be able to defeart gforthok and save their bac on . find out. today [blows up]

im telekinetically flinging targor around. yeet TIME FOR INITIATIVE. WAHOE targor has an initiative of pie (3.14) oh thank god, gorthok is Slow (also rolled a 3) LITTLE GUY IS A DIRE BADGER NOW we never did name nameless.

nyx: oh, i can burrow, that's interesting leo: you will be the lone survivor on account of digging in the earth for tubers

jorb: [struggling to move a guy] nyx: i like how he's teleporting around. leo: he's very indecisive about where he wants to teleport to we have immediately thrown targor to the wolves boars

EVERYBODY IS CHARGING AT ME AND FAILING TO HIT LOL oh no nevermind one rolled a nat20 while i was typing that oh dear targor is at half health already. on the opening salvo. eep LOL . THEYRE NOW THROWING JAVELINS AT ALIDAAR oh thats a 23 to hit, huh alidaar's hp is bugged uh oh. i wish it worked in my favour (i fixed it)

OPENING SALVO: ALIDAAR BLASTS LIKE 10 GUYS WITH A BREATH WEAPON. GET FUCKED LOL alidaar singlehandedly takes out like 8 guys in one go between his silver breath weapon and two-weapon fighting. get fucked lol kepesk enters a rage and takes out the guy alidaar missed! also i think i forgot to write it last time but whenever he rages he's got this like, sick-ass mask made of storm clouds and lightning

nyx: you're learning! you're becoming sentient! jorb & leo: YOU'RE SO SENTIENT TODAY

god these guys have like. no middle ground between "complete whiff" and "wrecking our shit" as far as attack rolls go. speaking of i have been javelin'd

THE BOAR CAN SHOOT LIGHTNING

jorb: ok you're gonna take 28 lightning damage green: not even that bad kepesk: [goes down to a third health]

FALCON IS HERE YEAH WOO THE HOTBOY IS HERE TO HOTGUY wait that doesnt make sense out of context. hi jorb there is a hermitcraft bit where scar tries to be hawkeye from the avengers but it sounds like he's saying "hotguy" and so now his superhero persona is hotguy. and also im calling falcon hot WHY DOES FALCON HAVE HALF OF THE PARTY'S TOTAL HP IN ONE MAN

we're still in the first round btw. they are now throwing javelins at nameless but OH MY GOD TARGOR IS NEARLY DEAD LMAO

round 2! very scuffed. alidaar ends up 3 hit comboing a Single Guy bc of an unlucky miss and im not wanting to risk another breath weapon while kepesk is in range bc uhhh 2d10 is not great when he's at 15hp. also im saving my big guns (runes + might) for when we engage the boar bc we're still thinning the crowd jorb constantly reminding us we can use our movement and then Also reminding us that if we do we will get mauled . thanks jorb (lighthearted)

successfully avoiding taking further damage by going afk (this is not true but i did go afk. it was not a cunning plan)

TIME FOR BOAR . boar has been stuck in the corner because of all the men we are slaughtering. green: he could move if he murdered the guys in the way leo: does the boar have friendly fire?

OH MY GOD KEPESK DODGED A HIT AND THEN GOT NICKED BY THE OTHER ONE AND WENT DOWN TO 2 HP. JESUS

green: this is one of those bossfights in a game where you're like "oh i'm supposed to lose" and then you lose and get a game over

nameless: KEPESK YOU DUMB MOTHERFUCKER YOU CAN'T DIE ON ME kepesk: [coughing] I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT nameless: NO YOU WON'T

jorb: [yellow] is gonna throw another javelin at falcon… nyx: how many javelins does he have? jorb: …yknow, that's a good point! he's not gonna do that! jason: Magical item: bag of endless javelins

FALCON HAS A LONGSWORD. NICE falcon sucks ass at swordfighting actually. great

jorb: turns out flailing a sword around 3 times in six seconds really sacrifices the accuracy. like "[falcon voice] huh. that looked cooler in my head."

alidaar charges at the guy next to falcon, hits with dragon slayer, whiffs with silver axe, then pivots and dragon slayers the guy on his left to death. NICE. jorb: falcon says "[approving] that's what i was trying to do!" alidaar: [thumbs up]

its the return of crunchy wordpad images sorry

WHY DID THEY REDUCE EVERYONE TO CUBES anyway we have successfully turned the tide

kepesk: [bites somebody] haha, didn't even taste that good! jorb: roll a deception check. green: haha - really ?? jorb: no.

jorb: next up it is the red cultists' turn! there are none of them left.

targor: fight on! the battle is nearly won! alidaar: we still have a big boar to deal with! kepesk: i have a big boar to deal with, i'm the only one fighting it (<- the only one targeted so far) jorb: gorthok is gonna advance. kepesk: i shouldn'tve said anything!

LOL GORTHOK JUST. WHIFFS THE ATTACK ON ALI. meanwhile kepesk keeps getting electrocuted

falcon continuing to - oh no he got a 20 to hit, nice! …and then got a 12. ok well 1 out of 3 aint bad green: next time he'll hit 2, he's getting better! leo: 1 out of 3 aint bad! falcon: thanks guys, i appreciate it.

time for another silver breath weapon! god im glad i have 3 charges now. one guy left standing! (and the giant murder boar.) OOF. MAN i fus ro dah'd gorthok to try and give kepesk some breathing room and it no-selled it. not ideal. however alidaar DID then jump over kepesk's head to axe the final add so now it is just The Boar Problem OH MY GOD KEPESK COMPELLED DUEL LOL. love it when ridiculous compelled duels. nvm action economy is a mess

green: kepesk takes a look at the boar and goes BREAKFAST and bites it

following up with some nice rapier hits! woo! love that two guys have 2 actions and a bonus green: im imagining that turn as kepesk like, bites, and then does the slashing on its butt while dangling from his jaws

HAHA KEPESK - uh oh nvm i am being stomped to death . OH GOD I AM LITERALLY BEING STOMPED TO DEATH. I HAVE BEEN KNOCKED DOWN TO -1 HP. THAT'S A FIRST . we haven't had to deal with that since the manticore! holy shit!

nyx: [stammering] IM GOING T . IM GOING TO . IM GGUWH. IM G [..] im going to cast guiding bolt

oh shit, 21 radiant damage! let's go! alidaar would be cheering if he wasn't unconscious

falcon does 2 piercing damage. he's helping

alidaar status: 1 succeeded death saving throw! huagh OH GOD MY PLANS. I WAS GONNA BE THE HEAVY HITTER

green: [figuring out actions] jorb: i'm sorry, you don't get to fire ball as a bonus action. (kepesk has a necklace of fireballs! this can only end well. green has decided to not try and immolate the fort)

AAA THE BOAR IS NEARLY DONE AAAA CMONNNN KILL - OH MY GOD IT HAS RELENTLESS? IT GOT BACK UP . FUCK. BUT ALSO IT'S ON ITS LAST LEGS STILL GO - OH MY GOD KEPESK STILL HAS THE SECOND ACTION KEPESK! KILL!!!

KEPESK IS GONNA FUCKING. AERITH GORTHOK. GOING FULL SHADOW OF THE COLOSSUS. KEPESK DID A SHADOW OF THE COLOSSUS KILL ON THE BIGASS BOAR

kepesk: FALCON. TELL THE COOK GUY

ali is still dead on the ground. lol. green: you don't heal when the fight is over?? jorb: no. leo: no :( green: this sucks

alidaar is no longer dying! wahoo! nameless: you're - my friend now. you're not allowed to die. aw. and then little guy goes binturong and curls up on him. kepesk: [injured] im the one that killed the thing =/

targor: we did it! we felled the beast! a glorious battle! hahahaowww [..] targor: it would be wise to rest. kepesk: haha no it's ok [gets up] [falls back over]

calling the session early bc nyx has to do homework! gonna try and get together sooner though ^w^ this was pretty fun for a bossfight session oh god gorthok was same cr as cryovain. but we handled him pretty well i think! (<- guy who got downed)

leo: we're picking up party members left and right now nyx: we're slurping them up like jellyfish. leo: [strained] grrreEAT

[klonoa voice] WAHOO! [deltarune explosion noise]

#leo chirps #doip.#mdnl #dnd

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