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mblematic · 1 month

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hi molly!! 4, 20, & 22 please for the most normal ask game i ever did see <333

hi!! THE MOST NORMAL EVER, love these q's though, very fun to ponder <3

4. Which fic are you using to scare away unwanted suitors?

LOLL To Build A Home bc it leans into the sad

20. Uh oh! All the kids are hooked on your fics—what behaviour(s) are their parents now concerned about?

getting a motorcycle and making it their WHOOOOLE personality

reading sad poetry and making it their WHOOOOLE personality

subsisting on a diet of chocolate and biscuits and then dealing with the consequences immaturely (kissing a good friend in a hunger-induced daze and then running away)

"discovering" kate bush and making it their WHOOOOOLE personality

22. If you forgot your WIP in the oven and burned it, what would happen to the characters?

HAHA my current WIP is sickly sweet, like CAVITY CAUSING, so it would caramelize and poor lil Sirius and Remus would be doomed to a life of toffee entrapment ://

from these weird questions!

#ask game #blackberry tag

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drowsyanddazed · 1 month

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hi jade, how are you!!! 🍓🕯️🦋 please xx

hi y!! i’m doing good, how are you?

🍓 -> how did you get into writing fanfiction?

i’ve always enjoyed writing stories, and then after i read atyd i started consuming erm -a lot- of fic and at a certain point i was like okay i want to give it a go, my turn to put them into situations

🕯️ -> on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

9/10. i like editing, it’s the writing part that can be excruciating. but editing is fun, the skeleton is already there, the hard work is already done, and i just have to straighten her up a bit. it’s like after you glue all the big pieces of a gingerbread house together and now you can just decorate it.

🦋 -> share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

my bsf <3 she’s about to finish her phd and she’s been interviewing/looking to move out of the country. and, selfishly, i don’t want her to leave, i want her close by so we can go get coffee together and have wine picnics and make dinners together, but i also hope everything works out for her and she gets all the good things. she deserves it <33

ask game

#ask game #blackberry tag

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hihimissamericanbi · 7 months

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hiiii lantern, amber, & quilt please 🍂🎃🧡

Hi 🫦🫴🏼🫴🏼💦 (sorry) (🫦) (sorry)

🎃Lantern: best friend lore

Sorry babe you opened up the floodgates on this one.

I have several best friends and all their lore is remarkable. One of them I've known since I was four and we bonded over our love for spiders and playing dress up and wanting to marry each other instead of boys (ew). One of them introduced my husband and I to each other when we were all fifteen. We've all kept each other all these years and have survived a lot of shit. I quite literally wouldn't be here without her. One of them is my platonic soulmate I met as an adult and she is my James in that, there is no real word for what we are to each other but there doesn't really have to be. There's a lot of choice and intentionality in our relationship.

And this doesn't even cover the iron-clad relationships I have with several other important groups of people, who are all my family in every way that matters.

I have kind of a thing about friendships I think, about not being afraid to commit to them, to let the love in, to make all the long distance work. That's something I've learned about myself in adulthood.

And I think I also have to acknowledge my high school best friend here. We are still friends and love each other very much, but our relationship is different now from what it was fifteen years ago. Sometimes I wish I could tell her she was my first love, and I wish I had had the space and the language to have told her that back then.

😬Amber: Unpopular opinion

I really couldn't care less to debate fandom characterizations so I'll make this about something real bc it's my blog and I care about this.

TW: infertility, pregnancy, family separation, adoption, queer parenthood

I have learned a lot about the realities of the institution of adoption, things I didn't know until I started looking into it after I couldn't have biological children. After literal years of research, therapy, following and listening to the voices of adult adoptees, I largely don't support adoption, at least in the way most Americans/Westerners consider it. I am RABID about the intersectionality between children's liberation and queer liberation, not to mention all the other identities that overlap when you're discussing these topics: race, class, sex, gender, religion, etc.

*THIS POST IS NOT COMING FOR ANYONE I promise. Also, just to spell it out in case there was a shed of doubt, I do not believe a set type of person or people is better suited to raise a family than another. BEING A GOOD PARENT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOUR GENDER OR ORIENTATION. I just happen to occupy a very unique little corner of the evangelical>infertile>queer agnostic pipeline that gives me unpopular opinions on, say, a lot of adoption tropes in queer fanfic. Tropes i would have seen absolutely nothing wrong with before learning from adoptees. I am thrilled to point people to resources and activists in this space if you would like to learn more. I am also thrilled to ignore/block/delete anyone wanting to have an argument on the godforsaken internet. That's not for this page, pick another one 😊

Tldr: adoption tropes in fic and media in general---epecially baby-on-the-doorstep/infant adoption--is not a viable happily ever after ending for a queer couple to me.

Uh.... next question, I guess??

☕️Quilt: How I take my tea/coffee

Coffee. And it's oatmilk. Not picky but I do love a nespresso with oatmilk or a nitro cold brew with oatmilk. I have also been known to order a cappuccino.

Does anyone even want to play after that dumpsterfire

#this got... very far away from me #ask game #autumn asks #blackberry tag #thank you for indulging me i hope i didnt ruin your entire day with my bullshit #on friendship #finding queerness after infertility #TW adoption #tw infertility

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maybebabyplease · 1 year

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em, hi, hello ! 13, 24, and 32 please <3

hey hi hello!!! just for you <3

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

oh gosh well. to be quite broad. i have an easy time writing about things that are sad and a hard time writing about things that are happy! part of why i wanted to write fic was because i wanted to stop being so depressing all the time and practice writing about, like, love. it's getting easier! but i'm still prone to writing sad things. luckily i am also very funny even when i am being sad, so i think it works.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

it totally depends! i've done really detailed outlines and i've also done absolutely nothing. i think i like it best when i have a loose outline. i tend to half-ignore the outline anyway. but it's nice to get ideas down!

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

god it's for sure that quote about friendship from a little life:

“... the only trick of friendship, I think, is to find people who are better than you are - not smarter, not cooler, but kinder and more generous, and more forgiving - and then appreciate them for what they can teach you, and try to listen to them when they tell you something about yourself, no matter how bad - or good - it might be, and to trust them, which is the hardest thing of all. But the best, as well.”

(weird questions for writers)

#ask game #look a little life genuinely traumatized me #like holy shit #but DAMN she turned out some mf QUOTES with that one #all the stuff about friendship in there is gold #and i live by that quote #my friends are all better than me #blackberry tag #em mail

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djrockers · 7 months

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Seeing that devsisters completely changed the shop in crk, I thought I'd share all my favorite shop art that I've saved from the old shop through the years.

(this last one is so pretty honestly)

a cute bonus from the newer shop:

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sunnymainecoonx · 4 days

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Can I have error x blackberry if you still doing requests?

Idk how to get creative with it srry... but ya here u go :3

#just ship all the berries with error guys just-#anonymous #error sans #blackberry sans #also known as other stuff #.....#sanscest #god tagging gives me double depression #scrambler

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odekirk · 7 months

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why will no one but me and kathryn blog about blackberry

#why wasn’t it the highest grossing movie of all time #just checked the tag and it’s all actual blackberries :( again

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mblematic · 3 months

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nyc, giant creepy buffy, chomp chomp 😘

YES i have done my job x3 😘

(three things)

#ask box #blackberry tag

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drowsyanddazed · 9 months

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happy birthday, jade!!! i hope you’re having the loveliest day & enjoying your cake (and other treats!) <333

thank youuu! there is so so much cake, come and have a slice xx

#blackberry tag #y tag #<- which do you prefer babes??

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rivsimpersonator · 4 months

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Drew an entire page of gourmands and decided to finish one of them digitally

Also bonus blackberry (what I'm calling my nightcat x gourmand)

#rain world #rain world art #rw gourmand #rw nightcat #digital art #sketch #slugcat #slug st au #DO I GET TO MAKE A BLACKBERRY TAG NOW #rw blackberry #yeaahhhhhhh woo #rw nightcat x gourmand

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meowizard · 2 years

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i adore making contradictory headcanons actually. blackberry is immortal and has lived 12 different lives and also is in her early 20s. alchemist is a zombie and also completely normal.

#alch tag #blackberry tag #cookie tag #mintstuff

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bittsandpieces · 3 months

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Only one person asked but that's all I need, so: here's my little excerpt from one of my writing pet projects! Content warnings for: fictional depictions of incest between brothers, offscreen homophobia, and uhhhh silly names

Some info on the setting and characters! The Cobbler family, parents Lisa and Jeff Cobbler, and their nine kids, from age 7 to 26, all named after types of cobbler dessert (their mother is... an eccentric powerhouse). This excerpt centers on two of the older set of triplets, fraternal brothers Blackberry and Strawberry, who are 21 years old and in their junior year at the same local university. Rumors have been flying and things come to a head.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, breath rushing warm and humid across my cheek. I laughed, just a little bit.

“I’m okay, I promise. Are you?”

“Strawberry, I’m not the one who got in a fist fight ten minutes ago, I’m fine!”

I smiled at him, feeling my face protest loudly. “I did, didn’t I. I got into a fist fight, Bick!”

The anger in his eyes softened, and was replaced by a questioning look. “What they were saying, Berry, was it true?” Flashes of audio came through my mind. Queer, I think they had been saying. Like it was an insult. I might have said it the same way, once.

“Yeah, I guess it is. Though it seems like they might have figured it out before I did. Funny, how shit happens, huh bro?”

We were standing close to one another, still in the entry to Blueberry’s dorm room, dusk-blue light filtering through the curtains, just barely. I made a move to step back, to give him some space, but he grabbed my arm, searching my face for something.

I don’t know if he found it. I don’t even know what he was looking for. But I do know that the light coming into the room made him look like some kind of painting come to life, and that his eyes were shining, and I swear I’d never seen something so damn beautiful as he was in that moment.

“Yeah,” I repeated, dumbly, ”it’s true.”

And the moment that had stretched thin in the air snapped, just like that.

He pushed away from me, off of the entry wall, and began pacing across his room. He was mumbling, I realized, agitated in a way I had rarely seen him.

“Bick…” I started, but he didn’t let me finish.

“NO, Strawberry. No, no, no, no, don’t you even talk to me right now. I never should have- this is all my- UGH. If I had just kept my fucking mouth shut, none of this would have- fuck, who told you? Was it David? It has to have been David, there’s nobody- oh my god, I trusted him-”

He stopped abruptly, turning to face me with something that I almost thought was, was fear, but that didn’t make any sense, why would he be afraid. Was he afraid of me?

And my brain caught up with his words, finally.

“Who told me what?”

I’d never seen my brother look so defeated.

“That I’m in love with you, Strawberry.” He laughed, a little, but it sounded a lot more like grief than joy. “I’m in love with you, and you’re going to hate me, and I’m going to be known as the guy who couldn’t maintain a goddamn relationship because he wanted to fuck his own brother. God. God, what have I done.”

Oh.

OH.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I saw him like I’d never seen him before, in that moment. Like I’d always seen him. Pacing again, pulling at his dark hair, a silhouette against the fading evening light through the windows.

My brother. My triplet. My favorite person. My life.

I stepped towards him, stopping his pacing with just one touch. He whirled towards me, tears in his panicked eyes, his mouth open just a bit, breathing heavily from his panic.

I took his face in my palms, feeling the beginnings of stubble catch on my skin. I stared into his eyes, seeing his hands hovering in my periphery, halting in mid-air, like he wanted to touch me but didn’t know if he could.

“Blackberry Mint Cobbler.”

He flinched, just the tiniest bit, and I almost lost my nerve in the face of his fear of my reaction. I pushed on.

“I have never hated you, not one second of my life, not even in sixth grade when I said I did because you gave my lunch to Rebecca Simmons. I don’t hate you now, and nothing you could ever do would make me love you any less than I already do.”

His face screwed up on a shaky inhale, and I was helpless as I leaned my forehead in to meet his.

“I’m not good at words, Bick, you know I’m not, but for you, I’m gonna try. I love you. I have a list in my head of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, and three quarters of it are mental pictures of you.”

His knees began to buckle, and I pressed him to the wall with just my body, refusing to let go of his face or let him fall. He made some kind of sound when I did, some mewling exhale, eyes sliding closed, and I decided in that moment that I would do anything to hear it again, for the rest of my life.

“I know I’m slow on the uptake sometimes, and I think maybe I’ve made you wait for me to get it for far longer than you deserve, but if what you said is true, if you love me. If you want me. Then… then I’m here. I’m here Bick.”

I felt tears running down my cheeks, felt my brother’s tears on my fingertips.

We always did match each other in the ways that counted.

He exhaled, that sound that he made when we were nine and he fell off of his bike down the street from our house slipping out from his lips. When I had gone to him, limping over, restricted by my knee brace from when I had torn a ligament a few months earlier. “Hey Bick, don’t cry,” I had said, pointing to my knee, “we match now!” He had made that sound, like I was being ridiculous or maybe incredible. I never found out which.

He spoke, and I came back to myself.

“What are you doing, Shortcake?” he asked me sadly, like he had resigned himself to his fate without ever asking me, using my oldest nickname, like he was trying to remind me who I was talking to. He pulled back, making me meet his eyes again, though our bodies were still pressed tightly to one another against the wall. I didn’t think he could stand right now, and I wasn’t about to risk him falling.

I thought about his question, moving one hand to trace over his brow, pressing out the tension, though it returned immediately.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “What do you want me to do?”

He shook his head, displacing my hands momentarily, tensing up again.

“No, no, Strawberry, you’ll hate me,” he said, tears in his voice.

I pressed against him just a bit more, an idea forming in my mind. He inhaled sharply.

“You already told me so much, Blackberry, what’s one more thing?” My tone was cajoling, almost demanding. “I’ll even help you.” He looked at me, like he had never seen me before. To be honest, I hadn’t ever seen this side of me either. It felt dangerous, almost, but right. Like right now, in this moment, this was who I needed to be. Who he needed me to be.

“It’s okay, brother. Just repeat after me.”

I saw a flush begin on his cheeks, different than the one he got from crying. One I hadn’t seen before. In that moment, I felt him twitch against me, and knew that what I saw was arousal.

“I,” I began.

“.....I-I,” he echoed me.

“Want you to.”

“W-want you to.”

I smiled, feeling a new edge to it. Predatory, I thought.

“It’s your turn, Bick. Tell me what you want.”

He closed his eyes, clearly fighting himself.

And I saw the exact moment he gave in.

He opened his eyes once more, meeting mine, scared and fierce, beautiful and messy. He spoke.

“Kiss me.”

----

I pressed against him, burning hot, pressing my lips to his, remembering everything he had ever told me he liked. I kissed him, and felt him shake, and knew that I would do anything for him, that I would take on the fucking universe for the man against me, kissing me like he thought I might disappear at any second.

I pulled away, panting, and got to watch his eyes flutter open, dark with want in the rapidly fading light.

“Tell me, big brother,” I said, rolling my hips into his, “does this feel like hate to you?”

His eyes rolled back, and then suddenly, he pushed me. I stumbled back a step, ready to catch him if he ran, ready to ask what the hell he was doing, but he was dropping.

To his knees.

I looked down, and I saw my brother press his mouth against my jeans. My hand went to his hair, his hands to my thighs, and when my hand tightened on accident, he fucking made this sound- like a whine, and pulled harder against my fingers.

And my vision blacked out.

When I came back, ears ringing, I had pushed his head against the wall, and my cock to his mouth, harder than I had ever been, painfully constricted in my jeans. I made to pull back, worried I had hurt him, but the moment I moved he reeled me back in by my thighs, trying to get a hand between us to open my jeans without moving his mouth.

I was helpless to stop him, to help him, to do anything but stand there, shaking, my triplet whining on his knees, struggling with my zipper before giving up and yanking my pants down, my underwear going with them.

He crowed a wordless victory, and cut himself off by shoving my cock in his mouth, down his throat, gagging and pushing through it, and my mind shut off, and I pushed further in, and he moaned on my cock, and I came.

My hand yanked him onto my cock by his hair, as heat tore me apart from the inside out, and as I began to come down, I realized what I had done, and I pulled back, out of his mouth, afraid I had hurt him.

I dropped, wincing as my knees hit the floor in front of him, cock out, still half hard, hands in his hair, and I met his teary eyes as I said his name.

“Blackberry…” I said, and my voice was deeper than it had ever been, and he keened wordlessly at me, jerked his hips forward, and came, without a single touch. He shuddered, his body tensing, shaking, never looking away from me. I could have cried with how beautiful, how fucking hot it was. Maybe I did.

He collapsed forward into me, and I twisted to get my back against the bed frame, and dragged my exhausted brother into my lap, curling us into each other in a strange mirror of how we had been in out mother’s womb, so long ago.

----

We didn’t talk, that night. Eventually, when we had both stopped shuddering, I pressed a kiss to his hair, and scooted him off of me, helping him up. We made our way to the bathrooms, co-opting the one private shower, uncaring if anyone were to see us entering or leaving.

The halls were empty, but still, we didn’t speak. We just got there, locked the door, and began peeling each other’s clothes off, slowly and carefully. I turned on the shower, and when I turned back, he was there.

I mean, obviously he was there, we went in together and there was no one else around, but. He was there. My brother was there and he was naked and his cock was beautiful and smeared with come, with his come, and I did that, I made him come, and before I even knew I was moving I had stepped to him and kissed him, reverently, softly, trying to say everything in one kiss.

When we finally pulled apart, I took his hand, and led him into the shower, which definitely wasn’t made for two people, much less two 6’4” athletes. It was perfect.

#bitts posts #bitts writing #< a new tag! perhaps there will be more some time #fauxcest #brocon #idk man im pretty sure my posts dont show up in tags but just in case #i wrote this... some years ago. ive been a freak this whole time lmao #this is NOT the only incest pairing in this family just for the record because i have a very specific brand of brainrot #anyway. david knows bc he and blackberry hooked up and blackberry said the wrong name #david's cool and not a snitch though blackberry is just making assumptions about what caused the fight at the beginning #um. if you read this and enjoy it please tell me? ive never posted something like this

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