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dizzy-after-dark · 5 months

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Cauterized | Steve Rogers

BOOM MIC DROP: SMUT FOR THE END OF THE YEAR! Y'all didn't think I would not post once this year, did you. Well, here it is. I TRIED! Mwah; see you in 2024!

Tags: Angst (not really but yeah), SMUT, fluff

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader (Third Person)

Notes: UHHHHH 18+ BUCKOS; this is a continuation of Ignorant, which is the first part and angsty as FUCK but a personal fave of mine if I do say so myself; been really thinking about finishing my requests from over a year ago for Dinner At Dizzy's on my other account, @dizzydancingdreamer (masterlist linked if you're feeling peckish)

Warnings (what to expect, ig): oral (f recieving), fingering, sex (???), uhhhm lack of descriptive writing from a rusty author, sappiness, swearing, bad metaphors, shower sex, alcohol consumption (BARELY), size kink, over-use of the word "Stevie"

Word Count: 4.6k

She pushes the door closed, turning the shower on lazily. Her muscles ache as she twists the knob all the way to the left. Somewhere, sometime she was told about cauterization. You can seal wounds closed with fire— forcibly fuse the skin back together. She has no cuts. Nothing to fuse. And only hot water. However, maybe stepping into the scalding stream might fix the part of her brain that keeps replaying it all, over and over.

Baby I—

If anything, it might numb her. She would take that too right now. Hence the bottle on the counter, partially drunk and already open. She takes the first swig, the liquid like fuel to the inferno raging in her stomach, burning the rest of her in the process. The taste is acrid— she’s never been much of a drinker. She just wants to forget it all. Setting it down with a clunk, she strips out of grimey shirt, letting it puddle at her feet.

Looking at the material, which at one point was a stark white but will now forever be a dingy gray, she laughs. Not really but, yeah, kind of— one of those half amused huffs, anyway. A pity laugh, for the state of her life. That shirt is practically trash. Even if she had the time, energy, or resources to wash it, there’s no way it’ll ever be the same.

She should just throw it out.

Is she even talking about the shirt anymore?

She kicks it into the corner, hands falling to the button of her jeans, swollen knuckles screaming as she fails a few times to push the little metal circle through the loop.

“Goddamnit,” she mutters to herself, and to the ghosts, and the spider she saw in the corner when she came in but didn’t have the heart to make the latter as well.

She’s already made too many ghosts.

“I, uh, I can help?”

None of those ghosts have ever answered before, though.

Whirling around, fists balling in front of her face, she readies herself in less than a breaths time to send said ghost straight back to the grave—

“Woah, easy there, baby—”

Only to find Steve, his baby blues wide and a tad panicked but his hand nevertheless peeking through the crack of the door, reaching for her. Mind glazing over with confusion and, well, a fair bit of something russian and label-less, she blinks up at him and the damn door. She closed that— she remembers closing it… right?

Her eyes flick down and the fire in her belly kindles a little more.

“Are you kidding me?” She groans, the exhaustion an unwelcome guest in the cavern of her chest.

His boot, right there in the doorway, holding the measly wooden traitor open. She never heard the damn click. Didn’t even bother to listen for it. Rookie mistake, honestly. She can’t even be mad, really.

“Please just let me help.” Steve pushes past the door, both arms now extended towards her, but he doesn’t touch her yet.

He’s waiting. She stays silent. Partly because she has no idea what to say— or what she wants— and partly because he hates it. He absolutely, agonizingly hates when she gives him the silent treatment. She watches his jaw tick, lips pressing together until they go white, and there’s a sick part of her that relishes in the cool satisfaction rushing down her spine.

You made me like this.

But there’s also a part of her that mourns with him when he clears his throat, crystal eyes flooding over, liquid and glassy, and lowers his arms slightly. Not all the way. He’s hopeful, maybe. America’s sweetheart is always hopeful, that’s one of the things she fell in love with him for.

That’s still Steve— her Steve.

“I know—” Steve swallows, “I messed up. I just— you’re hurt, baby. Lemme’ help.”

She huffs— why is it so fucking complicated? Why can’t they just be normal?

She is hurt. Nothing needs cauterizing but there’s no denying her mottled skin, blue-ish under the crappy motel bathroom lights. Her hands throb, joints screaming at her— when she turns to the mirror, she almost gags at the slight bald patch behind her right ear— fuck, that one had really stung. Absolutely ridiculous the way some people fight these days.

Her silence is deafening.

She wants to sob. It’s right there, in the hollow of her throat— she wants to scream. Maybe not at him but in general. She used to live in a penthouse, with all her friends, and the love of her life. Now what? She used to get hurt like this back then too but now it feels purposeless— what are they even doing this for if they have nothing. Have no one. It made sense when she still had him.

Meeting his gaze in the mirror— disappearing a bit into fogged up glass but there regardless— she still has him. Kind of. But she still doesn’t say anything when she turns back to face him. The frown carved into her face feels vile— deep and disgusting and entirely real— but she can’t make it go away. She can’t stop the sniffle, either. Why can’t she just tell him she misses him?

“Fuck.”

It’s mumbled under his breath. The Captain America, standing in some rundown wreck of a place off some lonely highway, is swearing. Because of her. Is this hell? It feels like hell.

But, no, it can’t be, because his hands are so, so gentle as they cup her cheeks, thumbs softly dancing over the bruises, half assessing, half trying. Trying to do what, she doesn’t know. Wipe them away? Commit them to memory? She leans into his touch regardless, conceding ever so slightly. She won’t say it, but he can help. There isn’t a universe in which she would truly deny him.

The first tear that falls isn’t hers, but his, landing on her forehead right before he buries his face in her hair, wrapping those supersoldier arms around her, trying and, well, failing not to crush her in the process. The tenderness in her broken body is worth it, though, because he smells like home, even if tinged with gunpowder and war.

“I am so sorry—” he whispers, heartbeat erratic under her ear, chest heaving for breath— “I am so sorry I brought this on you. You’re hurt and it’s my fault.”

Complicated. She fists his t-shirt as hard as she can— fists in until her hands go numb. It’s not fair how complicated it has to be for them.

Steve didn’t throw her into the fight, didn’t slam his fist into her eye, or rip her hair out by the handful. Steve didn’t even make her come with him when he left; that was entirely her choice. But he did lose his mind a little bit. Power tripped a little too hard. Focused so much on keeping them all safe that he missed the part where he was just supposed to hug her— and that’s what sucked most— but he is now, right?

That has to count for something?

He pulls back and her fingers tighten, steeling, tensing. He can’t go, even if she isn’t sure what they are anymore.

The agony in his eyes when he draws the line from her balled fists holding on for dear fucking life to her own, misty gaze is indescribable. “Baby I don’t know how to fix this. I want to, I—” he clears his throat again and her frown carves even further into her skin, eyebrows drawing together— “I want to so fucking bad.”

He plants his forehead against hers and it aches, the warmth of his skin. “I don’t want to make it worse. I need you to tell me how to help.”

There’s a stinging in her throat where the words simply don’t manifest. What the fuck is she supposed to say? Nothing, at all, really, because she doesn’t even know how to fix her and she’s not mad so there’s nothing to fix… but isn’t there? Isn’t there something between them that desperately needs mending? Isn’t she mad?

Is it anger?

Or is it something much more primal.

No, there are no words she can tell him. She could show him, though. Maybe that will work.

Letting his shirt go, she watches the breath catch in his chest, stuck and frantic. She knows that feeling well— that icy desperation to keep holding on no matter what. But she’s only grabbing his hands, not leaving him, and he’ll see that soon so she continues to drag him towards the stupid, little button that her useless fingers couldn’t seem to undo. In hindsight, maybe they were just waiting for him.

Realizing, his forehead is off hers quickly, eyes seeking hers. “What? I don’t—” She flattens his palms against her stomach, engulfing the button, and he breathes the last word out— “understand.”

Her brows raise, cheeks still on fire but now also burning— yes you do.

“Are you sure?” He asks but there’s a little click— the same one she hadn’t heard earlier— as his boot clad foot kicks the door properly shut, and she’s pretty sure he knows just how sure she is.

All it takes is her thumbs on his, prodding them towards her arch nemesis— damn you, Levi jeans— and the soldier is moving, not rough in his quick actions, but determined. The button is no match for Steve Rogers on a regular day, but today? Now that he has a goal? A starting place? The button may as well have disintegrated under his fingers.

Her own hands fly to his shoulders, clinging to him as he tugs the blasted jeans off her legs, trying the best she can not to topple over with the sheer force of him. Material pooling at her feet, his palms smooth so slowly back up her now bare legs, rising goosebumps in their wake. She hasn’t been touched in ages— she feels kind of like an animal waking up from hibernation, disorientated and hungry.

Grabbing at her hips suddenly, her ass is on the cool countertop before she even has the chance to get dizzy. Spreading her thighs with his own, he works on her bra next— this faded, hole ridden thing that if she wasn’t so engulfed in searing, licking desire, she’d probably be embarrassed about. But it’s gone so soon that she doesn’t have a chance and replaced instead with two, bulky hands that entirely engulf her breasts.

They squeeze her skillfully— with purpose. Thumbs swiping delicious circles around her nipples, flicking this way and that, exactly how he knows she likes it— exactly the way that should have her as a mewling heap in his hold. But she’s not— she’s contained, even as her very skin thrums alive with anticipation. Is this revenge or is it just fucking complicated?

She can’t decide so instead she bites the moan clawing at her throat into small enough pieces to swallow, all the while tuning into something dark that sparks in his ever watchful gaze.

She’s caught— he gets it now.

“Really, baby?” He muses, palming her, squeezing just hard enough to give the touch a slight bite. His tone has her feeling like a deer in his headlights— like a freight train is barrelling directly at her and there’s nowhere to go— and she squeezes her thighs around him, welcoming the collision. “You think I won’t work for it?”

She only blinks at him. Once… twice…

Her panties are dropped somewhere into the abyss, long forgotten with the rest of her clothes, and his knees thud heavily against the tiled floor. Replacing his body, his head now hovers right in front of a different button, golden hair tickling her sensitive skin as he pulls her legs over his thick shoulders. His skin is warm but not as much as his balmy breath which hits her clit, teasing her into a mess, hands curling around the edge of the counter.

Come on, Steve.

But, no, he doesn’t give in to her just yet. First, he turns to her inner thigh, sucking her skin into his mouth with bruising pressure before letting it go with a pop. He peers up— nothing. Moving to the other one, he whispers quick kisses over her sex but never lingers, only biting into her flesh once more once across her mound, teeth almost teasing a whimper from her this time but no, she’s not budging.

That doesn’t mean he isn’t driving her crazy. Inside, she screams— she craves. C’mon baby just give it to me. Outwardly, her hands drunkenly find his hair, tugging at his soft locks. Now, now, now she chants furiously.

He unseals his lips from her thigh, peering up, less dangerous and back to being her ever hopeful boyfriend— is her her boyf— He kisses her folds, spongy lips lingering a moment, rendering her blank and feverish. Angelic— he’s angelic. From under his long lashes he all but begs her, his dark eyes starving and wanting, but his hands are so soft on her hips, massaging deep into her. It’s this mixture of puppy dog pleading and a knowing of sorts— he knows she’s going to cave eventually.

How does he do that?

“Words? Please?”

She only pouts and, again, the switch flips. “Fine.”

The word is punctuated with the warm, wet stripe he licks up her center, flicking his tongue languidly over her clit. For as rushed as he’d started this mission, he’s truly never been one to speed through his meals, preferring instead to devour her slowly— expertly— tasting her thoroughly like he has all the time in the world. Meanwhile her body pulses, teetering dangerously already on the knife-sharp edge of too much and too little as he masterfully carves her out.

Her hands, which had moments ago tried to pull him closer, now use his hair as handles to keep herself from toppling off the counter when he slides her closer to him, burying his face fully into her heat. Heels digging into his back, she watches the spot where his shirt rides up intently, consumed not only by the harsh sucking on her clit but also the tanned, muscled skin peeking out and then disappearing below his own jeans, taunting her. Why hadn’t she taken it off him first?

She doesn’t have time to think much more about it though because he’s ravenous and she may as well be ice cream, sweet and sticky, melting all over him, dripping down the sides of his face and fingers as they begin prodding against her. They tease, pushing into her but not quite far enough— hard enough.

His gaze on her is overpowering— it’s deliberate.

“Y’know,” he speaks against her, the vibrations making her tense, “you can just tell me what you want ‘and I'll do it.”

Her mouth is like sandpaper— her brain, uncooperative. This push and pull is becoming lethal, the next few pokes of his tongue honey slow and spine jolting. Please— she wants to beg. She’s so empty. So, so, achingly empty. Would his fingers even be enough? At this point, it’s as though he would need to crawl into her very chest to fill her up the way she needs to be. How could her words even convey something so needy?

“Anything, baby. Whatever you want.”

They can’t, so they don’t, but for the sounds she refuses to make, he doubles in his own, moaning his frustrations right against her. If he can’t make her say anything, he damn sure is going to make her do something. That’s probably why he finally caves, pushing his fingers in to the hilt, and she was stupid to think they couldn’t fill her, the slight burn of them not at all foreign but definitely intense.

As they bury themselves in her over and over and over again, she bucks against his hand, chasing the start of a little ball of electricity growing in the pit of her stomach, getting higher and higher with every twist of his fingers. Combined with the incessant flick of his tongue— she’s a goner. Stifling the moan, her teeth find home in her lip, biting so hard her mouth gains a slight tang that excites her even more. What’s she even doing?

Wouldn’t it be more fun if she just let loose? Isn’t that what’s been missing the whole time? The fun?

When she sees the glint in his piercing stare— impish despite everything they’ve been through— she gets it. It’s hopeless— she is and they are but they’re together and the fun isn’t gone— she’s done. He earned it.

“Stevie—” she finally cries, animalistic; it doesn’t sound like his name but he must know it is because, even with the intense throbbing consuming her entire body, she can feel his shoulders soften under her thighs— “please don’t stop, I’m so close!”

“That’s it baby,” he coos against her clit, voice raw, compliant as he continues to pump his fingers in time to her squirming, “that’s my girl. I missed that pretty voice of yours.”

At what point the first orgasm turns into a second, she isn’t sure. It’s all one big blur of her whiny moans, wanton and liquid body, and his hushed prayers against her flushed skin, tongue lapping relentlessly against her. More baby; I know you can give me more. She doesn’t so much hear them as she does become them, absorbing them into her skin. That’s it angel— so good, so good for me.

She can feel him drinking in her mumbled, jagged noises, some words but others mere syllables, coaxed out of her by tongue and fingers all the same. Steve— honey— mmph, fuck, right there— oh my— the words pour out now, dam broken beyond repair, and for some reason, or maybe a lack thereof, it spurs her on even more, a freed woman if ever there was one—

“Oh my god, Stevie!”

It’s maddening— he’s maddening.

He’s relentless.

It isn’t until she yanks his still-eager mouth away from her, stomach iron-tense from way too much overstimulation, does he slowly draw his hand reluctantly back from her shuddering body. His other arm unwinds from where it’s been snaked around her knee, anchoring her to him throughout the duration of his worship. Now pushing him upright, holding him just near enough to where she can hear his labored breaths but not feel them, she shivers, cold as ice without his heat.

He stares down at her, unmoving, and her heart jumps in her chest. She doesn’t understand— he’s just standing there while she shudders, breathless. His shirt is stretched, no doubt from her pulling at it, and in noticing the damage she remembers how she’s completely naked and he’s completely not. Exposed doesn’t even begin to touch how she feels.

She wraps her arms around her chest, knees drawing up to tuck under her chin. “Steve?”

She’d forgotten what it felt like to constantly have him next to her— to have his furnace like warmth melting into her skin almost every minute. Now that she’s had her first real taste of him again, she’s de-acclimated to being alone. She needs him.

“C’mere,” she begs, shaking and a bit confused, why isn’t he touching her still, “please, Stevie, come back.”

When her fingers finally swipe against his shirt, barely snagging it, he flinches, coming back to her. “Sorry baby, I didn’t mean—”

She flings herself at him, heart off kilter and erratic in her chest as her lips press against his, swallowing his apologies and hoping beyond anything else that he just catches her, like he always does. He does, kissing her back fervently— reverently. His tongue, tinted with her essence, scoops into her mouth the same way he had been between her thighs. She welcomes the way he takes charge, knowing he holds her against him with every ounce of strength he has.

“—’m sorry,” he pants into her mouth, clearly not satisfied with the success of her attack, “so, so sorry baby.”

He repeats the words deliriously. Presses them into her hair and against her temple, on her chin and both her cheeks. He especially feeds them to her, word for word, against her lips, soft at first and then rough, frenzied. He’s not talking about right now. He’s still back in that apartment; the fallen angel amongst the rubble, wings too broken to just leave it.

It’s not complicated. And it’s not revenge, because she could never make him feel worse than he already does, nor would she want to. So, in between kisses and apologies, she answers.

“I know, Stevie.”

“It’s ok— we’re ok, Stevie.”

“Steve, stop— I love you!”

He stops. He sets her down, bare feet planting unsteady against the ground. He steps back. What?

“Stevie?” She questions, already moving forward, but his arms, sweeping over his head, towing his shirt up and off, halt her in her tracks.

Oh.

This time, when she says his name it's only a breathy moan, fingers searching for his belt loops and hooking him towards her. In the time it takes for her hands to find the button— this one, thankfully, popping open immediately— there must be a god somewhere who didn’t abandon them in the rubble— he’s back on her, one hand carefully threading through her hair, dragging her mouth back to his, while the other pushes the rest of his clothes to the ground.

“I love you, I love— ah, fuck,” he hisses as her hand wraps around him, thumb brushing over his velvety tip.

For the first time, she smiles against his mouth, calm. “Language, Rogers.”

He pulls back, one neat eyebrow flicked up, but there’s humor in his eyes— no more tension. No more worry. Just fun. He leans down, nuzzling his chin down the side of her face, breath fanning her ear. Her hand stutters as it tugs on him, dragging up and down. He’s so hard— it’s been so damn long.

“Thought I was Stevie, baby?” It’s an absent minded tease, blush lips parted even after the fact, glued to the way she touches him.

In turn she watches his face, crowned in a mussed up halo of gold, some of which sticks to his forehead but most falling at every which angle, a product of her thighs sealing themselves around him. She can’t say that she’s never seen him this disheveled but she’ll never get used to it. He’s perfect— she makes him so messy.

Clearly, she hadn’t been the only one enjoying herself, though, if the heaviness of him between her fingers, rutting into her palm is anything to go by. She squeezes harder, testing something, and he groans something almost inhuman against her neck. Guttural. He’s so close already. It fuels her like nothing else, tickling the part of her that just wants to please. She’s making reparations, too. Speeding up, she works him faster. Come on, honey.

“Stevie—” she echoes and the next thing she knows, he’s pulling her off him, pushing her towards the steam which billows out from behind the curtain.

From the moment her feet touch the warm, wet surface of the shower floor, everything is a blur. The water sprays over her harshly, but only for a moment, before he overpowers it with his own, massive body, just as searing against her skin. She registers the slick splat of her back against the wall, a grunt— missed this, baby, and her own feral howl as he slams into her. There’s no waiting, no tiptoeing, only his cock sealing them together furiously once more.

One of her legs is hiked up impossibly far, hinging near his hip where his hand crushes her to him. The other leg holds her up— barely— heel raised, toes splaying for grip as she reaches higher. He’s just so big— so tall and so thick. So impossible to adequately open herself to without him fully lifting her but she wants to try so she does her best to meet his brutal pace, clinging around his neck desperately.

If his fingers had filled her entirely, his cock is almost unbearable. She relishes it, though, the way she can almost feel him in her damn throat with each and every drag. It’s mesmerizing, the way there’s no need for adjustment— for remembering. He knows her body like it’s his own and it makes her drool with pleasure.

The slapping of their skin together proves to be louder than the rush of the water, but not more so than Steve whose mouth is working over time, ladeling praises directly into her ear, soaked, stubbly chin grating deliciously against her temple.

“You look so pretty baby,” he hums, staring mesmerized at their bodies to where he slips in and out of her, “ look at you taking me so well.”

And she does.

It’s a lewd notion, the way she can see exactly where he is inside her by the way her belly ripples with his plunges, but one that makes her gasp nonetheless, spasming around him which is also visible to both of them. Loosening one of her hands from its vice grip on his shoulder, he places it on the exact spot, urging her to feel just how big he is. With every sloppy push and pull, she does feel it, and it sends her reeling.

“See that?” He rasps, and she can only nod, mouth agape enough for some of the water falling off his hair to drip into it.

She swallows it, tongue somehow so, so dry despite everything. Her nerves are on fire, everything so much slower than it should be.

The agonizing pull of his hand on hers, dragging her own fingers under his to toy with her clit.

The little circles that take hours to complete but nurture the current running through her veins regardless.

The fucking torturous in and out of his cock— taunting her, languidly pounding her for what feels like an eternity— she can’t think. She’s in the water but she feels under it, too, foggy and pent up. She just wants to cum—

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna—”

“—Stevie!”

She breaks through the sluggish pleasure into electric and all consuming waves, head falling against the wall as his hips stutter against hers, pumping once, then twice, before falling still. Each time, she clenches harder, babbling something gritty and foul and incomprehensible. Something along the lines of holy fucking shit baby but its blurred with searing, pulsing pleasure.

There’s stars behind her eyes and steam in her nose as he falls against her chest, sopping hair tickling her hypersensitive skin. Him pulling feels like what two exposed wires touching must— all sparky and hot. It’s too much.

“Mmm, careful baby,” she mumbles and he chuckles.

“Of course.”

The rest is truly a lull. Steve doesn’t bother gathering their clothes, only her, carrying her limp body to the bed and carefully setting her under the covers, dripping and all, before joining her. If she weren’t so sleepy, she would have scolded him. But she is and her eyes are refusing to stay open, let alone give him that look. It’s all she can do = to seek his warm skin once more, slithering against his body and rooting herself there.

Cauterized, or something like it.

#Steve Rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #marvel smut #MCU smut #Avengers smut #dizzy is BACK #did you miss me?

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pokemon-ash-aus · 11 months

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Heyyo! Hope this ask reaches you well nwn. I have a couple hundred questions about ur art style and storytelling methods if you don’t mind :3

Most important one: How do you draw Mewtwo fingers so well 😭😭😭😭

Also, what program(s) do you use? Canvas size for different projects? What brush settings? And how do you sketch, line and colour? Which step is your favourite? How long do you normally take from piece to piece?

How do you come up with your different AUs? Any particular inspirations? What tips would you give someone just starting out a comic on tumblr?

And uhh any general tips on getting around tumblr? Blogs you really like?

Sorry for all these questions, really big fan if you can’t tell :’D I actually really love the pride art piece you did~

So i tried answering this before and it doesnt post so uhhhhh heres to hoping it works?

1. I base Mewtwo's paws as hands, worked without the rounded digits first then moved to rounded digits so... Take that as you will?

2. I use Clip Studio Art and Procreate! Mostly, anyways XD i also sometimes default back to Paint tool Sai, or Fire Alpaca if i want a different brand lol.

3. I vary in size for different projects. My animations are different than my sketches, my sketches are different from my completed art and my completed art is different for my comics! It also helps my brain not get tired XD

4. I tend to favor my lineart and rendering! Though both of them take equally long times, i render less But i love it more.

5. Depends on the project. I can typically churn out colored pieces in like an hour or so! Sketches are faster.

6. A lot of them are inspirations of something else. Shiny AU was just cause i liked Shiny Pokemon. But Dead AU was based off Danny Phantom and Mimikyu au was a "What if" scenario of the dead au!

7. Oop, Danny Phantom for the Dead AU. Legendary Mew was based off the whole Chosen one BS XD False Twins was slightly based off of TC but was actually based off another AU where Ash and Mewtwo were sorta close friends.

8. Tagging is your best friend~ don't be afraid to interact with other blogs. If someone is being mean, just block em and move on!

9. Getting around Tumblr? I'd say reblog, follow peeps, go to your favorite fandoms/tags! You'll get mutuals in no time!

10. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh a lot of peeps but i dont wanna bother then with tags XD so nontagged peeps!

Phlurri

XxTC-96xX

MewtwoAndMe

Bluesues

DistortionMewtwo

Mewtales/Mewdump

Penumbra

Loupy Mongoose

Ask-Mirage-Twos

TazerPones/MegaMew and Crew

The Mew Crew

And a few more but i cant remember tumblr names djdbdb

And thank you! I have one more peice i want to finish before i forget- its a peice i didnt get to do last year XD

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thefloatingstone · 26 days

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tagged by @gammaraydeath! yay!!

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals

I just dump everything into my "liked songs" playlist and don't really do organised playlists because I am too lazy. So this is gonna be a lot of "what song was this again???" because I also use Liked songs to put songs I heard once and wanted to bookmark them.

Firefly by Stratovarius (?? when did I add this to likes?)

The Prayer by Bloc Party

StrangeProcession by Michael Brook

Death Stranding by CHRVCHES (this is the theme for Death Stranding but in my heart it is a Shakarian song)

Don't you forget about me by Simple Minds

uhhhhh idk who can I bother without coming across as annoying? XD I tag @me-and-my-gaster @bamsara @leafaske @dana-chan-the-control-brain @le-poofe

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wait I realise this is all spotify stuff!! I should make a separate list of the stuff I listen to that's not released there (afaik)!!

SP1RIT ANIMAL by Mr Mehster

Balmora Vice by Young Scrolls

Underwater by Windows 96

Don't Leave by Gummy Boy

Blue Night by Doji Morita

#tag game #Also this is actually a pretty good sample of what I listen to as a whole #and Stratovarius is also there

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seaofolives · 5 months

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

@ofdemonsandangels tagged me! I don't get on this site much anymore so idk if this has gone around at all but if you're a writer who's reading this and you have time to burn, pls feel free to answer these questions for yourself!

also i didn't bother linking any stories so just uh here's the link to my portfolio

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

232 but I need to note that at least 31 of those are drabbles (that I couldn't put into one multi-chapter bc of the varied ships)

2. What's your total AO3 wordcount?

2,002,567 (what the fuck) but I also need to note that several of these are stories in at least two languages and that some of these are not written with the Latin alphabet system so the word count would be different in those

3. What fandoms do you write for?

g witch is my homebase rn! but I'd love to be able to write at least one ffxv fic again next year which is the biggest collection of fics in my ao3 rn. briefly I was also active in sk8 and even more briefly in hadesgame (but that's not counting the pre-pandemic years)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

HUH my ffxv fics have been completely nudged out of place! :ooo this is a surprise but hygge remains unbeatable since I published it uhhhhh 2017? it's a 30-day fic challenge where the brodinsons settle into earth following the events of ragnarok so that's why it's so popular I guess. the next fics are (from most to least) お持て成し omotenashi, weather report (the only hadesgame fic, the others are sk8), 浮世 ukiyo and save the date.

5. Do you respond to comments?

absolutely! they took the time to let me know their thoughts, I need to honor their generosity. THO I did delete some anon hate once bc my friends told me it's not worth it to engage and my friends are much smarter than me so

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

HUH man idk. like I define angst so differently than others (most people: liv why is this so angsty??? me: it's not???) but off the top of my head, the meeting on the turret stairs? mostly bc it's unresolved forbidden love gladnis and I really upped the ante there…i don't remember if it's to match the tone of the original artwork or if it was a client decision

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

there's a lot!!!! I'm not just all bittersweet stuff, I can tell other stories, I swear, but most of them are probably gladnis stuff but uh…if you filter my portfolio to just the fluff category, it's probably all of those there

8. Do you get hate on your fics?

HAHA oh man. so that anon hate, right? it was that time I posted my first guesulemio fic (forget me nots is the title) and I woke up to like 5-7 anon comments who got upset that I tagged it as sulemio (never mind that I also tagged it as polyamory but ehh there's a certain type of ao3 readers, right? we all know this) and like, 1 other anon baby later on in the day when I refused to remove the sulemio tag bc it was a fic where guel, suletta and miorine weren't a closed triad yet. to be fair, that was a fairly educational experience! I read up on some reddit stuff about tagging ot3 fics and while some people don't mind if the all-encompassing ot3 tag was used indiscriminately, other people, especially in the cases of open triads or where one corner of the triangle is missing, would love to know what subship of the ot3 they're going to expect going in. anyway that was the first and only fic I locked away from public bc lord do the anon babies have a lot of time in their hands (not a lot of reading capacity tho)

surprisingly the one before this—not hate, just disappointment—was a fic where gladio married that rando woman (we're talking about ffxv now) he mentioned in the hammerhead camp prior to the insomnia chapter. that's the woman that only exists in the English localization. the ending was that they got married in spite of gladio and ignis' committed relationship so there's basically three of them now. and people apparently hated that even tho one of the points I wanted to make with that fic was how gladio and ignis would always be together no matter what happens 🤷🏻‍♀️

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

what do you mean what kind isn't smut is smut is smut???? I mean yes I do write smut but damn if I know what kind of smut???? it's just smut?????

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

YES I love crossovers!!! of the ones posted on ao3, I think it might be joche in ffxv? mostly bc I couldn't fuse a lot of the lores together (kaoru was a lucian locked out of insomnia when Regis put up the wall, Kojiro was an altissian, that's it) but I do have one fic that I deleted from ao3 which is basically suikoden characters and events in the lore of pacific rim. and it's not on ao3 rn bc you could really tell I was just pulling shit out of my ass, it was all so bad and jarring 😂😂😂

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

MAN idk like i highly doubt it but I also don't take the time to find out you know?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated

ooh yes, two yeses in fact! mog (and ulan??) have translated some of my filipino fics to english but there was also a stranger who asked if they could translate one of my hadesgame!patrochilles ficlets (patience) into russian! that was very thrilling. and then just recently, I joined a guesule advent calendar project in Japan and the friend who invited me told me to give them a machine translation of my ficlet and they would go over it and clean it up to make it more readable to the jp audience. that ficlet isn't up on ao3 yet (it's on pixiv) but man I gotta remember to ask the project organizer if they would mind if I uploaded it there

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

YEAHHHH we never finished it tho!! it was a friend I made on some final fantasy rpg yahoo group and it was going to be a retelling of ff7 or smth? I don't remember much else, this was during ff.net's heydays.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

clerith. which i have barely written for (I mean i used to write them a lot back when I was still some 13yo anti-cloti lmao) but if we're talking about like based on recent fic counts and productivity and stuff, gladnis.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

oh man, I got this zares reincarnation au going that I got distracted from with ghost of tsushima and then now g witch (it's the "I'll get back to this after xyz" kinda thing) and I'd LOVE to finish it! I know I will, I have a 99% wip-finishing rate, but I'll need to replay hadesgame to get some voices and inspo back, you know?

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have the brain of a project manager, hence the 99% wip-finishing rate.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I can hardly write or even translate if i hear sounds! whether it's the TV or the radio or if it's someone talking to me, I can't do it bc I can't hear my own words

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

IF IT MAKES SENSE ABSOLUTELY I was soooo happy when I got guel and lauda to speak in my hokkien bc they're Chinese in the Manila au I have but also like, since the pov is guel (or miorine, who's also Chinese in that au), it makes sense to me for him to hear and understand the dialogue in the language. but if it's say like suletta who's filipino through and through? I would just write it like "meanwhile, Guel and Miorine are speaking in Chinese and, though Suletta doesn't understand a word, she can tell from the tension on their jaws that no one is happy". and also like, yes, especially for us multilinguals, I say we should flex our knowledge, but these dialogues need to get translated in the common language, too. if it's just purely flexing without understanding, then it makes no sense to even use a different language in the first place

19. First fandom you wrote for?

it was rpf 💪🏽

20. Favorite fic you've written?

lol pls I have the memory of a goldfish when it comes to my fics. as soon as it's done (and optionally up on ao3), I forget about it as I'm writing a new story. but like…I don't finish or share a story that I made that I don't like. every one of those that I declared finished is bc I was satisfied with them and wouldn't change a thing about them

#liv is typing

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puzzle-paradigm · 7 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @spaghettisaurusrex 💖💖😘

1. How many works do you have on ao3? 15! I had an old account with more but I nuked it because I hated a lot about it lol

2. What is your total ao3 word count? 85,708

3. What fandoms do you write for? DC, Wrestling, I have some doctor who ideas in my head that I’ve never put down.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? [redacted], blood and rage, [redacted] lol. Sorry, I posted some stuff anonymously a bit ago and it’s anonymous for a reason 👍

5. Do you respond to comments? Literally all the time I love comments.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably “bedtime stories” which is like. Kind of bad tbh but it’s about grief and responsibility and stuff.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? “Sooo… you’re some sort of superhero?” I low-key love that one it made me laugh writing it. It’s just stupid fun and I love it.

8. Do you get hate in fics? Nope! Either I’m writing things too niche to get hits, let alone hate, or in the stuff with more readers people have been really nice! But I’d probably be an ass to hate comments tbh.

9. Do you write smut? Yes.

10. Do you write crossovers? E and I have lol

11. Have you had a fic stolen? Nope!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! But the original is deleted now

13. Have you ever co-written before? I mostly do! I like it, I like bouncing off someone, and all my weak points get covered!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Uhhhhh idk lol. I’m not picky? I can’t stand 90% off bat ships though.

15. A wip you want to finish but don’t you ever will? I don’t know honestly. I usually finish things eventually.

16. What are your strengths? Description, horror, describing horror (I like to write a grisly scene, it’s a favorite), and the unconventional use of adjectives

17. What are your weaknesses? Dialogue. I literally have to talk all my dialogue out loud (embarrassing!) so that I know it makes sense. Yes. All my dialogue. I also stuck at endings.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language for a fic? I don’t usually like it. It can be jarring. I’ve seen it done well but usually I’d rather stay clear.

19. First fandom you’ve ever written for? That I’ll openly admit to? Doctor who.

20. Favorite fic I’ve written? I’m with e on this one, “so that all can suffer anew” was such a joy, but the current wip… oh boy.

I forget who is and isn’t ok with being tagged but @ all my writer friends who want to!

#tag games #writing stuff

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stormoftara · 7 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @mysterygreentea thank you!!

I have two ao3 accounts I use regularly so I'll be answering for both!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

On hcsf: 68

On stormoftara 215

2. What’s your total word count?

On hcsf: 362,281

On stormoftara: 1,185,425

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Too many to count, but currently Hermitcraft/Life series. Previously it was Undertale, Omori and Osomatsu San

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

On hcsf: A Game of Love, Distances and Lies, Scar is Oblivious, Truth or Dare, Dick Measuring Contest

On stormoftara: The Dreamer, If not you then me, The Heaviness of a Heart, Drunken Ramblings, UN//Forgotten

5. Do you respond to comments?

Oh how I try… but fail. I'm sorry.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uhhhhh. That's a good question. Maybe Missing, an Osomatsu San fic about Karamatsu dying.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That's hard too. I write a lot of angst. Lots of my short fics are fluffy and have good endings. I can't think of one thats like super happy.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yeah. Some of my Omori fics for reasons I don't understand. At one point I had one person really harassing me about it. I don't know why honestly.

9. Do you write smut?

Yeah. Most of my highest kudos fics on hcsf are smut, if the fuc title "Dick Measuring Contest" is any hint lmao

10. Do you write crossovers?

Sure do! Mostly Mob Psycho 100/Osomatsu San. But there are other, much stranger things

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not really. I've had some really close plagiarism, in which someone took my exact idea, but thats not really stealing. I was mad that there were comments on the other fic saying it was the best thing they ever read when it was a copy of my work, but eh... On Wattpad someone stole my story from reddit, but that particular story has been stolen and it's everywhere. It shows up a bunch in those YouTube videos where people read reddit posts too. That's not a fic and I'm not that upset since they usually credit me.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yup! One Undertale fic and one Omori fic. There might be others, but those ones I know for sure!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope and I wouldn't do that. I can't write like that.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I dunno. I like a lot of things. I guess TotoNyaa and Scarian

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I have about 50. I don't think I'll finish any of them. There's an Undertale fic and an Omori fic I want to finish but I don't have time. Sigh.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Writing fast. I have no lack of ideas.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Grammar. I write too fast and forget words. I get lazy and I don't edit things or polish them like I should

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

Nah. It's confusing for the reader. If someone is speaking another language I either translate it in the text or if the Narrator doesn't understand I just say that.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Marble Hornets

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

A Game of Love. It's also by far my most popular fic so I'm happy that others like it too!

#thanks #anyone else can do it too

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charliecharmeleon · 2 years

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tagged by @adrianicsea for a lil ask meme :o

why did you choose your url— i made it when i was first starting to use charlie as my name and i wanted to rly cement in ppl’s minds LOL also i like charmeleon

any sideblogs?— i have at least 10 or 15 but most are defunct and the few i do still use i baaarely use and will not be giving out

how long have you been on tumblr— since 2010 i think?? i was either 18 or 19

why did you originally start your blog— my deviantart friends were all slowly moving to tumblr and i missed them.. i lurked for a few months before finally deciding to just join

why did you choose your icon— it was a commission from @syggy of me! its cute

why did you choose your header— what even is my header i forget. is it still that pic of jon moxley. i like wrestling

what’s your post with the most notes— easily that one thats just a pic of my tv when i was playing animal crossing and my villager said a funny thing its at like 40k

how many mutuals do you have— i dont know!! a lot but most dont rly use tumblr anymore. im down to very few active mutuals and i dont follow ppl often so my dash is p sparse

how many followers do you have— 149 im not popular but perhaps it is for the best

how many blogs do you follow— 125

have you ever made a shitpost— oh absolutely

how many times do you use tumblr a day— idk usually at least once a day esp while bored on my work breaks

have you ever fought another blog— nah man i p much mind my business

how do you feel about “need to reblog” posts— shits annoying

do you like tag games— yeah!

do you like ask games— also yeah!

which of your mutuals do you think are tumblr famous— idk i dont pay attention fhbhfbs

do you have a crush on a mutual— nah

tags— uhhhhh @barnabyseyelashes @catdotjpeg @listenhereyoungblood @jouglat @syggy and whoever else wants to i guess!! who care

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windiix · 3 years

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this is a weird infodumping thing but i wanted to talk about the spanish version of wotww and what got changed in it!! :DDD please note parts of this contain spoilers to the game :) im gonna make this my pinned post so if u wanna skip it block the tag "windy screams about spanish nnk"

firstly, ding ding dell is called villa cascabel, which means town of jingle bells, which i thought was really cool :DDD when i sent it to my spanish gc they all said it reminded them of Christmas ajajaja

al-mamoon is called al-mugid! mugid translates to moo, which makes sense since the cowlipha is the ruler!! it made me realize al-maMOOn is a pun LMFAOOO,, also, the cowlipha is called vacalifa lola :D

castaway cove's name is bikini port, which i thought was. weird DBDJWIWKSKKS,,

the fairyground is changed to verbena, which means fair!!! also, the little text under the name of the town when you first come in calls it a barbaric party which makes me laugh!! i think it's very cute!! speaking of the fairyground, the fairy godmother is renamed mamá montaña, which means mountain mom!! i love that name for her sm DNDJSJSKSK

they use accents for the characters in the subtitles which was weird? like i sent a screenshot to my friend who is fluent in spanish of something drippy said and she said it had an accent? which is most likely due to his welsh accent, but she couldn't even understand it fully!!! also pea has a really child-like accent in the subtitles - words are misspelled and she messes up her words a lot (for example, she calls oliver olived, si is spelled ci, and es is spelled ez)

speaking of pea, they also changed the names of some characters!! cassiopeia was renamed cassandra and pea was renamed sandra, for some reason? it makes me feel weird because it sounds like the name of an old lady, and pea is so young 😭 also, esther is renamed estela (which means star), Swaine is called Jairo (which is also his name in Japanese, I believe? I'm too lazy to look it up DNDJJDDK) and all the other main characters kept their real names :PP

ALSO!!! drippy is no longer a fairy, he is now a goblin in the spanish version!! i was. very freaked out at this and mad >:(( they really do be slandering drippy.. also, his title of lord high lord of the fairies is translated to the grandmaster of the goblins >:)

also, instead of calling Oliver a crybaby bunting, he calls oliver llorica, which can be crybaby or weepy depending on the context, or pipiolo, which means youngster, but the pipi at the beginning resembles the sound of a chick according to one of my spanish friends, which is probably also calling him a baby DNSNSJMS

also, instead of jeepers, oliver will say caracoles, which means snails!! i thought that was really cute SBHSJS

mornstar is called Estrella de Alba, which directly translates to "the morning star", and evanstar is Estrella de Ocaso, which means "the sunset star"!! it's very basic, but I thought its cool :D

uhhhhh,,,, yeah i think that's it LSLSMSKSKKS

if you guys are wondering what the names of anything specific was changed to please tell me!! i didn't watch the whole video just some clips of it, i am definitely not fluent in spanish, and i may be forgetting some stuff DBDJSJSK

#long post #i would add a read more but idk how :'(( lo siento #infodumping #ni no kuni #ni no kuni wrath of the white witch #ni no kuni spoilers #nnk wotww #nnk #nnk wotww spoilers #windy screams about spanish nnk

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astroninaaa · 3 years

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yes pls make a post

also i might make a Cardd myself because I suddenly discovered a love for organization.

—uhhhhh

i don’t know what anon name i should have

it feels significant

i’m just anon for now

OKAY. SO. THE ANONCITY OFFICIAL LORE RECAP (anons, if i forget anything please let me know)

anoncity started with msfrn and politics. msfrn was probably the first ever citizen, and they wanted to run for president of anoncity. politics, then, showed up and officiated he was running for president as well. the only person to vote was goo anon, and they voted for msfrn

during elections time there was a lot of tension between msfrn and politics and i thought they were gonna end up falling for each other but THEN msfrn resigned from the election bc she (msfrn uses she/her pronouns i think???????) thought it'd be too much and she just wanted to vibe. since politics was the only one still running, he became president

and then exiled goo and msfrn from anoncity <///3

around that time spy anon showed up. they were spying on anoncity for msfrn and goo. msfrn and goo were honestly kinda just vibing, but goo missed anoncity. msfrn kinda wanted to move on. a lot of stuff happened and i remember not even half of it but eventually goo went back to anoncity and then politics started going INSANE with like guilt and loneliness idk

in the meanwhile goo and msfrn both lost canon lives. there's only 2 canon lives per character but msfrn has more because she can

then at one point msfrn started a business or something? anyway. then i think a hurricane destroyed anoncity. and then politics left to start a new life??? and goo anon fucking died and became ghoost. spy and msfrn found each other again after the destruction and have been taking care of each other since. HOWEVER. they wanted to look for goo, but then goo showed up as a ghost without remembering either of them and there was just a lot of angst. at one point abyss was a part of it but i think nothing came out of it.

and the last anoncity update i remember is that msfrn anon has officially found a way to contact me!!!! who am i?? i have no fucking idea. apparently an entity or something, which is kinda cool. politics made it canon that i have wings tho. so. yeah there was probably other things but this is all i remember if you truly want to learn about anoncity you should go through the anoncity tag. there's also some fanart, all by @wyeth-draws and @nicholaspwildeblog!!!!!

all anons

ghoost

politics

msfrn, goo, and spy (chaostrio)

that's anoncity lore for you <3 or at least what i remember of it

#anoncity #anoncity recap #constellation cove

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frogsonafox · 3 years

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why did you choose your url?

after i broke up with my ex i wanted a rebrand bc he gave me the url i used for everything and i had just settled on my first name and was wondering how i could get my vibe across in a gay coded way. so thank you alex jones, i now bathe lavishly in the water that turns the friggin frogs gay.

also potential surname if i dont hitch the name of potential future spouce(s) before getting a legal name change. mr. frogwater,, yes......

any side blogs?

[sweats]

yeah i have one because i didn’t want to clutter my reblogs with serious things and then i stopped caring if you want me u also get me at my anti-capitalism. but!! the good thing is that i dont think anyone remembers it and theres a ton of vent posts on there from when i was. incredibly depressed and wanting to die

also have an art/ref blog @terminalviolist, failed art blog, and @ratsex

how long have you been on tumblr?

8 years but i’ve had the account for around 6

do you have a queue tag?

HAH u wish. everything goes on the queue. there is no tag.

why did you start your blog in the first place?

... i wanted to look at more aot art i think. dying time

why did you choose your icon?

i made it and i love it

why did you choose your header?

idr what it is but if might be the mountains and i took those pictures and love them

what’s your post with the most notes?

hell if i know.

how many mutuals do you have?

uhhhhh 52 apparently

how many followers do you have?

205

how many people do you follow?

418

have you ever made a shitpost?

my first post was a shitpost

how often do you use tumblr each day?

depends on the weather. nowadays im depressed its a couple times a day but i’ve gone whole years not touching this bitch

did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

no???????? all the times i thought someone was mad at me it was someone close to me forgetting to turn off anon and me being confused bc of getting the notif late

how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

i delete the you need to reblog this part if its aggressive

which one of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

i was scrolling thru my mutuals and was thinking, oh this one guy who made pastel rb if you support ___ posts and then a couple of cosplayers but then i came across,

turing-tested. yeah its you. mwah.

do i have a crush on a mutual?

when do i not. i’ll follow people BECAUSE i have a crush on them. (hi if i tagged you i dont have a crush on u fyi i just love you)

i’m tagging some pals. lets go: @peachy-cranes @palindrome-teddy @impulsive-thots @skelesona

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aces-to-apples · 3 years

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I was tagged by @svartalfheimr!

1. Why did you choose your url?

Uhhhh I just wanted a change and my AO3 was TheAceApples and I kinda had Apples To Apples on the brain so I sort of tried to make a joke out of that? Some may recall that I actually tried to change back, like, two or three days later, but someone else had already snatched it up. It was @/thefreelancerdivision, for those who don’t remember/weren’t around back then. Why a League of Legends blog wanted it idk but whatever it’s been years. I just hate to think of all the links posted all over the internet that no longer work. :/

2. Any side blogs?

Not active but I’ve got uhhhh @tua-infinity-and-beyond @bitty-clone-shenanigans and @anagram-skywalker. I also nabbed the @ct-hardcase-week URL with vague thoughts of making that a thing later on in the year.

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

On Tumblr? Since 2013 or 14 I think? On this blog? I think I made it in March of... 2016, it must have been?

4. Do you have a queue tag?

I don’t use queues and I don’t understand the point, quite frankly.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I don’t anyone is still around from those days, but the original-original name of this blog was TheFreelancerCollaboration and I originally made this blog to try to drum up readership for a big Red vs. Blue collab-fic over on FFN. Once I left the collab, I changed the name of the blog to TheFreelancerDivision and became a run-of-the-mill RvB blog.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

@faeymouse drew it over here!

7. Why did you choose your header?

I don’t even remember specifically, it was a joke about how some stupid fanwank made me feel, I’m sure.

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

Oh for sure it’s that stupid Han/Leia joke post with the picture of John Mulaney going “My wife is a five-foot Jewish bitch and she’s the best!”

9. How many mutuals do you have?

..........I cannot overstate how much I am not going to cross-check the 230 blogs I follow with my follower list. A fair few? Idfk.

10. How many followers do you have?

1383, give or take a few bots that have slipped my notice, I’m sure.

11. How many people do you follow?

230.

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Haven’t we all??

13. How often do you use Tumblr each day?

I still don’t have a job so it gets open many times a day.

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

Have y’all bitches met me?? Just recently there was that weirdo who got pressed about fictional not-incest and then turned incompetent stalker for a couple days. Uhhhhh, after that I remember that annoying shit-head who decided to be a bitch on a post about Maul? Saw them being an obnoxious shit to other blogs after that as well.

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Sometimes I understand why people add that, because a lot of the time they’re on posts about important world shit, but also? Fuck you? People are not fucking obliged to put depressing shit on their blogs, which are literally a curated space generally used for personal entertainment. Blogging isn’t activism, and you can’t tell how involved people are in important real-world shit but what they do or don’t reblog. imo those “you need to reblog this/why aren’t people reblogging this” additions are generally just virtue-signaling.

16. Do you like tag games?

Yeah, they’re fun! Sometimes I don’t end up doing them but that’s usually because I either forget, have just done it recently, or I have nothing to really contribute.

17. Do you like ask games?

I reblog them a lot and try to answer as quickly as I can, but a lot of the time I end up hoarding prompts in my “when I have spoons/time/ideas” pile. Yes, I like them. No, I’m not good at them. I’m also not good at sending asks for ask games, unless they’re prompt lists or something.

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

Uhhhhh, I have no way to measure that. I know Jer is, absolutely, and I know I’m friends with a few people who are really fuckin’ popular writers and blogs, but genuinely I have no idea how to measure “Tumblr famous” because I’m not really sure that precisely exists.

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

*looks at blog description* We don’t do that here.

20. Tags!

Anyone who likes to play! (I’m also bad at this part of tag games, as well.)

#i was tagged #by apples #svartalfheimr

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superconfusedandreadytorumble · 3 years

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It is the 23rd July, 2021. The summer heats have finally subsided, the morrows now cool giving us normal folk the ability to catch a breather before the work begins anew. The harvest is-

Yeah no, enough of this. It is the day it is but truth be told all this post is supposed to be is an answer to my darling @laninlurks who has tagged me back in March and did not even have the decency to tell me personally! Yeah girl, how dare you! You know I´m not tech-savvy, I´m old. Well at least I feel like it in my head...

So here I go, playing this little game (this is considered a game, right? I have absolutely no idea. I´ve seen this kind of “introduce yourself” thingies here on tumblr but this is the first time I´m participating. Thanks again LANIN!)

Well, let´s get over this:

Name/Nickname: uhhhhh... Yeah, no I know how this goes. Name equals power so you fae can forget it, I ain´t buying this. You shall have no power over me. Ha! As if I´d fall for such a cheap trick. Hahaha! Nah, but on a serious note I really did not think of anything what people coul call me here... I guess Superconfused works?

Gender: female

Height: 5´8″ (thank you Google for converting cm to feet and inches)

Time: 2.55pm

Favourite Bands: Okay, let me stop you guys right there. I´m not going to go posting a ton of different band names because my music taste is very eclectic and most of the time I either do not know the name of the song/band that I´m into. If I hear it and my brain starts projecting a story it´s a good song for me.

Favourite solo artist: *looks up to the previous point* Yeah, you guys get the message

Song stuck in my head: Ohhh now that is easy! It is currently a mix between “A whole new World” from Aladdin (1992), “Save your Tears” by The Weekend feat. Ariana Grande, “Plastic Hearts” by Miley Cyrus and “Racing into the Night” by YOASOBI

Last Movie: The Avengers: Endgame

Last Show: Loki

When did I create this blog: Good heavens, I have absolutely no idea... Lanin, you´ll probably know that... can I check this somewhere? Somehow? Eh... let´s leave it at that, I have no clue... may have been 2 or 3 years ago

How it started: After ages of going around and sending myself link after link so I would not lose sight of great posts and until my email inbox was full, I finally decided to make myself an account. That is it. That´s the story.

How´s it going: *looks around* Good, I guess? I mean, I´m still here, so...

What I post: Ufffffffff. Everything and anything that touches or inspires me, I guess? The content here that I reblog is as eclectic as my music tastes. We got witchy stuff, fandom stuff, quotes, life lessons, you name it. I did finally get around to making an additional blog to reblog all of the wonderful pieces of fan content here and leave a comment because till now I have been very neglectful of that. But that is another story...

Aesthetic: Personal? Blog related? I have absolutely no idea... Next question please.

Last thing I googled: That would be the conversion of cm to feet, but if that does not count then it was an anatomical picture of the hymen. There was a conversation ging on in the family and I had to explain the location. It was much easier with visuals, I tell you.

Other blogs: And I just mentioned mine two paragraphs ago xD Well then there´s the @studyblr-beginner where I try to collect info on how to be a more productive student (with mixed efforts I might add) and the @stillconfusedandreadytorumble .

Following: Anything witchblr, studyblr, any blog that feeds into my current obsession of any fandom, cottagecore, academia be it light/romantic/dark, quotes, art, etc. Seriously, anything...

Followers: Eh, I think 2 or 3 poor misguided souls... Yeah, okay so I checked and apparently there´s 44 of you. 44!!!! Like guys, guys, are you okay? What are you doing here? Not that I´m not grateful but I´m also very very VERY confused right now... Hi?

Average sleep: 7 hours, if I have time to sleep in even more

Lucky number: I do not really believe in that... Although if I see a platenumber with three identical numbers beside each other I take it as a good omen

Instruments: I may have tried to learn the piano years ago but it was never really my thing

What I am wearing: an oversized shirt with the wolf medallion logo form “The Witcher” series, black shorts and a dark green dressing gown with flowers and pretty little humming birds. Yes, I´m in my sleep wear. No, I am not ashamed. The last couple of days have been hell, I´m still recuperating.

Dream job: Physician, and I´m working hard to get that damn doctors degree.

Favourite animal noise: wolves howling. That moment when it sends chills down your back, when the hairs on your arms stand? Love it and it gets me every time.

Random: If asked a question I start stuttering and mumbling and warbled bla-bla just comes out of my mouth until I try collecting my thoughts. That may take a couple of seconds though.

Dream trip: Japan, Prague, Venice, these three are from the top of my head but otherwise I´d like to travel and see the world. Yes, vague, I know but the world is big and nobody has time to write long lists about this.

Favourite food: Dumplings. Do not, I repeat, do not make me specify which dumplings cause I´ll eat or at least ry them all if given the change. I already diviate from my normal answer of “There is so much good stuff out there, I could never choose”, okay?

Nationality: Welp, before I make this any more complicated I´ll just stick to what is in my passport: AUSTRIAN

Favourite song: May I refer you back to the paragraph that says Favourite Band/solo singer, please and thank you.

Last book I read: “Alice´s Adventures in Wonderland” by Lewis Carroll

Top 3 fictional universes I would like to live in: Currently it would be either Lord of the Rings, Witcher or Boku no hero academia. Ask me in 3 months and I bet with you that answer might have changed again.

Tagging: Oh boy... who am I supposed to tag that will not shoot me on sight or think of me being a total lunatic, @laninlurks you don´t count, after all you put me in this mess... Who are the last couple of ppl I had a conversation with? Oh okay, if you guys don´t want to do this, just scratch and ignore that but then again all of my 44 followers are very welcome to do this (still can´t warp my head around the amount of ppl). I´ll just tagg @lostoctaviaaugusta and @thewhit3w0lf , but again please don´t shoot on sigth. I promise I´m harmless.

Okay guys, whoever made it this far, I applaud you, cause really you deserve a medal. thank you for reading I guess and have a wonderful day.

Hugs and kisses!

#get to know me #tagg game #rambling

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