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tsarisfanfiction · 3 years

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Sentence Starters:

Can we stop for a moment? I think I need a break.

Coz I don’t think Scott’s ever uttered those words in his life!

Water Rescue

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Gen Genre: Family/Hurt/Comfort Characters: Gordon, Scott, Virgil

Ahaha, probably not something he’d say if he had any choice in the matter, no! That being said, five months after you sent this and I’m finally prodding this far back in my inbox (see, I get around to prompts eventually!). I might even have some idea why he might be saying it. Maybe.

Now... can I even find the original prompt list for this... Oop, apparently it was on the wrong blog, but found it eventually!

Injured Sentence Starters

“Can we stop for a moment? I think I need a break.”

Gordon hit the edge of the pool and caught the side of it, pulling himself vertical and looking over at his eldest brother, who was clinging to the side and looking absolutely exhausted. It wasn’t an admittance Scott ever made lightly, but while he had his pride - especially in front of younger brothers - he did have some level of common sense.

The tongue-lashings Gordon had delivered in the past when he’d pushed himself beyond his limits in the pool and ended up cramping and in need of rescue himself might have also, finally, sunk in. You couldn’t save someone else if you were in trouble yourself.

He eyed Scott anyway, because he was looking a little pale and he suspected he’d still pushed further than he should have done with their water training, but didn’t hesitate to agree.

“We can take a break,” he agreed. “Get up on the poolside and take a breather.”

Chlorinated water plastering his hair down even more effectively than the handfuls of hair gel employed every morning, Scott nodded. He really was looking pale, now Gordon was looking at him properly, and he lingered back in the water as Scott turned and grasped the edge of the pool with a white-knuckled grip. Biceps rippled, Scott’s arms tensing in preparation of the pull, and then Gordon was surging the foot or so between them and catching his brother as his grip failed and he vanished beneath the surface.

Yanking Scott back up, Gordon trod water as he patted his brother’s cheek. His eyes were closed, face drained of all colour, and in the back of his mind Gordon retracted anything he’d thought about Scott learning not to overdo it. Then again, he should not have been exhausted to the point of fainting from what they’d done so far.

He frowned.

“C’mon, Scott,” he urged, fingers slipping down to press against the pulse point beneath his brother’s jaw. It was still there, slightly thready but not enough to be a concern. Wet fingers in front of a partially open mouth registered steady breathing, so with a scowl he returned to tapping Scott’s cheek insistently. “Wake up.”

There was a cough and a splutter, and he grasped at the side of the pool again, allowing his own legs a respite from treading water as Scott blinked his way back into consciousness.

“Gords?” His name was a little quiet and unsteady, confusion lacing though in the background.

“You fainted,” Gordon told him bluntly. Scott blanched, as though he wasn’t already pale enough, and Gordon’s suspicions rose. There was something his brother wasn’t telling him. “Training is over.”

The sigh he got in response wasn’t surprised, rather resigned. Gordon tightened his grip as Scott reached for the side of the pool again.

“You’ve been dunked enough,” he said a little sharply. “I’m going to swim you back to the shallow end and we’ll get out there.”

“I can-”

“Absolutely not.” Sometimes, Gordon couldn’t believe his brother’s stupidity. “Come on.” He kicked away from the side, bringing Scott with him; despite his words, his brother didn’t fight his hold. It didn’t take long to get them back to the shallows, where both of them could stand easily on the bottom. “Out.”

Scott grasped the side again, muscles rippling as he pulled himself up. Gordon took no chances, boosting him from the side until he was clear before bringing himself out alongside.

Any attempts his brother might have made to escape were scuppered by a hand on his wrist, keeping him by the poolside.

“Do I need to give you the water safety lecture again?” he demanded. “You do not push yourself to the point of collapse in the pool. Ever.”

“I know.” Scott looked slightly unsure, and Gordon paused. “I was fine, Gordon, I promise. I don’t know what happened.”

Gordon didn’t like the sound of that at all; it made sense insofar as the fact that he also hadn’t noticed anything was wrong until immediately before, but if Scott was fainting for no apparent reason, then that was potentially something a lot more serious.

“You didn’t forget to eat earlier, did you?” Scott shook his head. “Sleepless night?” That headshake was less certain, but knowing his brother’s sleeping habits, that didn’t unduly surprise Gordon. Still, it was concerning. He reached out for Scott’s pulse point again.

Scott didn’t pull back.

“How are you feeling now?” he asked, feeling the thrumming pulse under his fingers. It was stronger than when he’d been unconscious, but still wasn’t quite right.

“I’m fine,” Scott promised. “Whatever it was has passed.”

“I’ll be more convinced once I’ve got a scan on you,” Gordon muttered. Scott baulked at the idea, but he held firm. “Scott, if you’re ill, we need to know.” Just the idea of his brother having another fainting spell in the air, at the controls of Thunderbird One, or even in a danger zone...

No, Gordon couldn’t let that happen.

“I’m not ill.” On the plus side, Scott clearly felt fine enough to be a terrible patient. That being said, it wasn’t a particularly high bar; keeping him pinned down if he was coherent was always a challenge.

“If you can stand up without a headrush or fainting again, I’ll consider believing you,” Gordon pointed out, bringing his hand back from Scott’s throat and making his way to his feet. “Think you can?” He held out his hands for Scott to take. His stubborn brother didn’t accept the help, so Gordon snatched his wrists anyway.

It turned out to be a good move, because Scott swayed slightly - not much, but more than he’d ever do if he was completely healthy - as he reached his full height. Gordon narrowed his eyes.

“Infirmary or den?” he asked, less because he wanted to give Scott an out and more because the den was closer.

“Den is fine,” Scott replied, predictably. Well, if he wanted to play it that way.

“Den it is,” Gordon agreed, and raised an eyebrow at Scott’s suspicious look. “What? I gave you the choice, didn’t I?”

The noise Scott made in his throat was just as suspicious as the look, but his brother didn’t reply. Gordon grinned at him and led the way, not letting go. Scott stumbled after him until Gordon ducked underneath his arm. The stairs were, in Gordon’s opinion, too much of a risk, so he dragged his brother towards the elevator and tried not to think about the trail of water they were traipsing all through the house.

Hopefully Grandma would understand.

Still, he snagged a towel in passing and slung it around his neck until the elevator spat them out upstairs. It was deployed on Scott upon arrival in the den, because the sofa cushions were only water resistant and Grandma got very upset if wet bodies sat on them for any length of time.

Scott grumbled protests that he was capable of drying himself, which Gordon ignored entirely, before sinking down entirely too gratefully onto the nearest sofa. Gordon hurriedly got rid of the worst of the water from his own body before he threw himself onto the sofa next to Scott.

“Virgil,” he called, prodding at his wrist comm and leaning sharply out of Scott’s reach as his brother reacted. “Could you bring a medscanner to the den?”

“What happened?” A grease-covered Virgil appeared in miniature, scowling up at him in concern. “Weren’t you and Scott doing water training?”

“Until Scott fainted,” Gordon agreed, ignoring the hiss of his name from said older brother and extending his arm so that it was out of Scott’s reach. “As you can see, he’s lively again now, but-”

“You have no idea why?” Whether Virgil was finishing his sentence or just guessing, he wasn’t sure, but either way it was correct.

“Yup,” he agreed. “So if you could..?”

“I’m on my way.”

The call cut out just as Scott managed to grab his wrist.

“Gordon.”

“What?” he asked. “You thought I was going to just leave you here while I fetched it so you could escape?” From the frustrated look on his brother’s face, that was exactly what big brother had been hoping for. “If you didn’t want Virgil involved, you should have picked the infirmary, bro.”

He was fairly sure the growled words under Scott’s breath were ones from the military-dictionary, and not the Grandma-approved one.

“Love you, too, bro.” He pushed himself upright again and gave his brother another once-over. Scott really did look fine, and the chances were high that it was a random one-off - probably his sleep schedule catching up with him at last - but Gordon couldn’t shake the unease. “Look, Scott. Just humour me, okay? If the scan doesn’t show anything then that’s fine. I just want to be sure.”

Scott sighed, reluctance oozing from every pore, but he didn’t argue.

“I’m fine.”

Well, he didn’t argue much.

“That’s for the scanner to decide.”

Booted feet all but running across the floor cut off any retort Scott might have been building, and Virgil appeared. Somehow he looked even more grease-stained than his hologram had, but Gordon was more interested in the medscanner he was clutching.

Scott endured it with bad grace.

“How long was he out?” Virgil demanded. Gordon shrugged.

“A few seconds,” he said. “Thirty, tops.” It wasn’t long, but it was long enough.

Virgil’s hum seemed to agree with him as the scanner beeped. Three pairs of eyes focused on it.

Nothing wrong.

Well, technically it was flagging up some minor exhaustion - no doubt from the training - and an advisory about sleep and electrolytes flashed up, but there was nothing dramatic.

Virgil scowled at Scott. “Electrolytes,” he said. “And sleep. I’m grounding you for twelve hours, and it’ll be longer if you don’t spend at least half of them in bed.” He brandished the scanner when Scott’s mouth opened. “Preferably all of them.”

Brown eyes glanced to Gordon, ignoring the protests coming from their big brother. “Get him to his room while I fix something up.”

“F.A.B. Come on, Scotty. Bed time.” He slipped off the sofa and grabbed Scott’s arms. “Up you get.” Blue eyes glowered at him in frustration, but with the dreaded g-word hanging over him, Scott was reluctantly compliant. Already he was steadier on his feet, to the point that Gordon was happy to risk the stairs up to the bedrooms.

There were, thankfully, no more incidents, and Scott sank down onto his bed with another glare. Gordon joined him, uninvited but equally not dismissed, and they sat shoulder to shoulder as they waited for Virgil.

The family medic didn’t take long, appearing with a sports bottle in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

“Drink all of it,” he instructed, pressing the bottle into Scott’s hand. Big brother made a face but obediently took a few gulps. “Once you’re done, get into pyjamas and go to bed.” The water was placed on the bedside table, alongside a pill. “If you can’t sleep, take that.”

Scott’s shoulders slumped but there was no protest. Then again, Gordon probably wasn’t the only one who had thought about the what-ifs of a repeat on a rescue. Scott was many things, but sometimes he could see the same dangers the rest of them were scared of. Not always, but sometimes.

“Gordon Cooper Tracy!”

Oops. Grandma must have found the trail of water. He glanced at his older brothers, who both looked vaguely sympathetic - a first, but then he’d had good reason this time - but offered no support.

“I’d say that’s my cue to leave,” he said, dragging himself to his feet. He pressed a hand to Scott’s shoulder. “See you in twelve hours, Scotty.”

There was no agreement - then again, Scott staying in bed for twelve hours seemed less likely than John willingly going to a party - but there was a small quirk of his lips into what could be a smile.

“Thanks, Gordon.”

Gordon huffed. “No more fainting during water training. I’m getting fed up of having to drag you out at the end.”

“This was the first time!” Scott protested, but Gordon didn’t bother answering that; the other occasions might have seen him still conscious, but they’d otherwise been no better. Instead, he gave a jaunty wave to his eldest brother, and offered Virgil a sloppy handover salute - big brother was his responsibility now - before slipping out of the room to face Grandma.

Scott was in good hands.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #tsari writes fanfiction #gordon tracy #scott tracy #virgil tracy #thunderwhump #drabbles #janetm74 #water rescue

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soosdraws · 4 years

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hi! I love your art and it’s very lovely! but I wanted to ask as a beginner artist online how to make traction? its really disheartening to get no response so I always give up ://///

Hey anon! First of all an apology, because I don’t know if you’ve been waiting for an answer, since this ask has been in my inbox for awhile and I think it’s because I’ve really debated on how I want to answer this! I think that starting on social media is more difficult than people give credit for, in my opinion.

I’ll give a detailed answer under the read more, because I have a feeling this answer will get really long, if you’re willing to keep reading!

First and foremost, don’t take my words as hard fact. Everyone’s artistic journey is different and these are all things based off my own experience. Everyone will have different advice for you and it’s important that you take in what personally resonates with you and throw out things that you don’t think apply to you. Don’t let anyone’s advice confuse you and be honest with yourself!

To start, I think the first and best thing to do before starting on social media is to have a good relationship with your art. It’s hard, but I think in the long run you should really value yourself as an artist: acknowledge your strengths and love your art for what it is. Posting on social media will inevitably cause you to start valuing your art only as much as the number of likes, retweets, notes, etc. And that will REALLY put you down. It’s not a pretty place to be. You should never value your art with the numbers you pull, because in the end they don’t say anything about your talent. You ARE a good artist, your art does deserve to get seen, and the fact that your art doesn’t seem to be shared online does NOT reflect that whatsoever.

Also I think limiting your time on social media is really important. I don’t want to be that person that says “technology bad, social media toxic” because that’s not it. However, as an artist it’s hard not to compare yourself to the thousands of other talented people out there. Also, depending on how much people you follow, it can be overwhelming to see hundreds of artists seemingly posting amazing art on what seems to be a daily basis while you seem to be the only one struggling. Obviously this is not the case, but being on social media frequently can definitely cause you to think that way. Also, while expanding your visual library is a good thing, exposure to too much information all at once can get overwhelming and just make you anxious instead. I’ve definitely been in that place where I questioned if I will ever get as good as the artists I look up to or if I’m a good artist at all. When I get in those moods, best thing is to go offline and honestly take a nap, go on a walk, read a book, or just stare into space lol! Just something to take your eyes off social media for a bit.

Also, even if you aren’t pulling numbers in your first days, weeks, months, or years online, don’t delete your posts, especially if you’re proud of it! When I first started on social media, the first post of mine to really take off, got notes only months after I first posted it because a bigger blog than mine shared it. Don’t be embarrassed by low numbers, I promise you there is no one tracking your posts and making fun of low numbers on art or whatever. I think every creator knows the struggle of trying to advertise themselves on social media.

I also have my notifications turned off for all my social media. That way I have whatever posts of mine that get uploaded out of sight and out of mind, I don’t have to be constantly reminded that my art is getting attention or none at all. I also upload my art only at times where I have something important right after. Like I’ll post either right before class, before I have to do chores, before work, etc. Because that way I won’t be tempted to look through my social media to see if my notes are ticking up or whatever. This really helped when I was first getting started, but I found that the allure of getting lots of “notes” or “likes” kinda falls away with time? I like to share my art because of the few people that leave compliments, send kind asks, and what not. I’m not a “big” artist with like 10k+ followers or anything, but I think that as long as there are even some people enjoying my art, it’s really fine with me. I’m going to keep drawing anyways.

And I think that’s the most important thing. To just keep drawing. If you find that posting your art on social media actually hinders your want to create and gets you frustrated instead, wait until you’re more happy with yourself as an artist, it’s never too late to start on social media. It might feel like it will never happen and to be completely honest, the feeling of never feeling good enough will probably be constant. The best way to combat it is to just get your first post out there and if it gets no notes, just brush it off. It is what it is. You will eventually build up a substantial amount of emotional immunity to that kind of pressure. Also, after finishing a piece, look at it and just note all the things you’re proud of in that piece. Keep that in mind, and be proud of your art. So even if it maybe doesn’t get notes, it’s still good to you and in the end, if your art makes you happy that’s all that matters. Be happy in the things that you create, don’t make your art for anyone else, its yours and if it pleases you thats the end of that. Make it as self indulgent as possible!

With all this said, there are more technical ways that you can advertise your social media to try and up your chances of being noticed, all based on formatting your art pieces to catch people’s eye, posting schedules, how to efficiently advertise yourself, etc. But that’s a different field altogether. Though if you’re curious about that too, don’t hesitate to ask and I can offer some tips in that way as well, though I feel it’s less important in the long run!

I hope this post helps out some and cheer you on your art journey! Keep going and don’t give up!

#LONG POST #i wish u luck anon!!#<3 <3 #asks #anon

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lokean-spakona-blog · 6 years

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Learn to adapt to change gracefully

At the beginning of the year I asked Loki and his family for insight into what I most need to keep in mind for 2018, and this was the answer I got. 'Learn to dance across the tips of the waves, no matter how rough the seas' was strongly wrapped up in it. And it's one thing to get that answer and say sure, no matter what life throws at me, I will learn to adapt to gracefully. It's something else to then have Loki et al confront you with ‘...and this is the change that needs making right away.’ It doesn't count as adapting gracefully if you can only manage it for the changes you want to make anyway. It's when you're faced with changes that are uncomfortable and unwanted that adapting gracefully is really called for.

I spend a lot of time resisting the fluid nature of my identity, a lot of energy trying to define my identity in one solid place. My entire life, it's stubbornly resisted consistent definition. I'm a Pisces sun and Scorpio moon, I'm all water all the time, I flow from one interest to the next, one fandom to the next, one identity to the next. But I've always resisted it, because it feels like a weakness to not be able to state clearly 'this is who I am' and have that continue to be true tomorrow and a year and a decade from now. I look at other people with less fluid personalities and try to be more like them.

But these days I feel like I can hear Loki laughing at me every time I stubbornly try to keep my identity in one place. Loki is the furthest thing from a solid identity or personality, and yet we all understand who he (/they/she) is, we recognize his many forms and moods as all containing something identifiably Loki. I can recognize and accept it in Loki, but I have a hard time allowing myself the same sort of shifting identity.

Loki has also been working with me on breaking a terrible, life-long habit of trying to make myself useful in order to get people to like me. It's a thread that runs throughout every social group I have been in since elementary school, about three decades now. ‘What shape of friend does this person/group need?’ Figure out a way to be useful and needed, get invited into the social group that way, and derive my identity within the group based on the need-shape I'm trying to fill. The problem is, no matter what that identity is, I can't hold that shape forever, eventually my fluidity cracks the facade.

I first ran into Loki as I was coming off a horrible meltdown following a couple of years deeply embedded in a particular social group, where I had carefully crafted my identity and filled a need for the group. It's the deepest I've been involved with any group for about twenty years now, I just kept burrowing deeper hoping that I would find the sense of belonging and solidified identity I've been searching for my whole life. It all fell down around my ears, as it always does, and I reverted to my natural hermity ways, hiding from everyone. It was a good way to recenter, and in that quiet I eventually found Loki.

And perhaps I should have seen through him when he offered me the idea of an identity related to him. He talked to me about how I need to stop shaping myself into a tool for others, but then he told me that I should ‘go be an oracle for [my] community’. So I did, I made this blog as Loki asked, and began to shape a new identity around the idea of being of service to the Lokean community on Tumblr.

A few weeks into that, when I thought something conceited about someone else using the word ‘oracle’, Loki made me change my blog name/url from Lokean-Oracle to Lokean-Spakona, teaching me a lesson about feeling ownership over words or concepts, as well as a lesson in resisting change. But just as I've adapted to that change, he's forcing another change I'd rather not be faced with right now.

For awhile last November, Loki helped me answer questions that came in to my ask box from the Lokean community, spending several hours every day working through answers, typing them up and posting them. I started to feel some confidence in it, started to really enjoy doing it. I felt useful, and Loki seemed to have a couple of people in particular he needed to get specific messages out to.

But then starting with Thanksgiving, Loki (and/or life, let’s be honest) threw a series of hurdles in my path, things that kept me from the sort of meditation I need to get my godphone working at that level, for days or weeks at a time. When I finally did have the time/privacy/health for that sort of focus again, Loki was completely uninterested in answering the questions piling up in my inbox. No matter what I did, I couldn't get back to how things had been. Loki was around, my godphone was working, but he wouldn't help me with the asks.

When I tried to press the issue at one point, he called me on it. ‘Look, the blog and answering questions were supposed to be a devotional to me. Are they or are they not?’ Loki asked, sharp. Of course it's a devotional to him, I told him, that's why I want to do it, why I want to spend the time and energy on it! ‘If it's a devotional to me, then we do it when I want to, not the other way around.’

I tried to argue it from the viewpoint of people who have sent in questions, who are waiting around for an answer, but Loki countered that with reminding me of the original thing he wanted me to learn: to stop forming myself into a tool for other people's happiness. And then he told me that I need to work with Angrboda for awhile and so he'll be taking a step back to give us space to work.

And while I have really enjoyed working with Angrboda so far, the idea of being able to use my godphone to relay answers to questions for other Lokeans is a really difficult one to let go of. Loki continues to be blithely uninterested in doing that work with me right now, and Angrboda is even less interested in it or my flailing about identity, if that's possible.

Maybe they'll let me get back to it at some point, but right now I really doubt it. I have been resisting the change and avoiding dealing with it, hence the radio silence here (along with another bout of flu, wooo). The other day my partner asked how my Lokean blog was going, and when I said ‘eh I've been neglecting it, I need to devote some time and attention to it’, my partner full-on opened his mouth and gave voice to the exact same things Loki has been telling me for months now: that I do not owe anyone, that I do not have to be any one particular thing, that the blog ought to be about my own spiritual growth, in my own time.

Loki likes my partner a lot, I think, and was basically pointing giant flashing neon arrows at him while he said exactly what Loki has been saying as well. It would have been funny if it wasn't so on the nose.

Me being resistant to this change has completely stalled me out, and I know it. I can't make any progress while clinging to the past, and I know I'm doing a horrid job of adapting to change gracefully. So as much as I hate to say it, until further notice, I won't be answering spakona questions. I feel terrible about those of you who have been waiting on answers (for nearly 2 months, for the oldest questions), but my role was only ever to carry messages for Loki and the other gods. If they won't give me the answers to carry back, I'm a pretty terrible messenger.

‘But the point,’ Loki says now, butting in on my writing, ‘is that you are not a message service. You are not a tool. You are a person, be person-shaped.’

My intention is to continue to use this blog as an archive of religious resources about Loki and his family, and as a record of my personal journey with them. I've turned off asks for the time being; if you want, you are always welcome to message me for a chat, but I don't think I'll be able to get answers out of the gods any time soon.

Thank you so much to everyone who has followed this blog, and everyone who sent in questions. I really loved being able to answer those questions for you guys, and if it was up to me I would keep doing it long-term. And thank you all so very much for the incredibly warm welcome you've all given me into the Lokean Tumblr community, I could not have wished for a better religious community. ❤

#adventures in godtelephony #Spakona asks #Loki's Life Lessons™#Loki #Angrboda #Lokean Problems #long post

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dapperfvck-arc · 7 years

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How do you run your blog?

Repost; Do Not Reblog

Speed: It really depends. Usually I’ll get to a thread within a week or two at the longest. Given that have several partners that I talk to and plot with daily/weekly, we generate a lot of new ideas frequently and when something takes awhile, it usually got buried by under a crust of new threads and occasional meme prompt ask. My drafts box is like an archeological site, I swear. Sometimes I do have trouble with inspiration for a reply, but usually it’s just a matter of getting wrapped up with my little circle of friends and co-writers.

A side note, during my working week, my productivity slows to a crawl. I’m usually better off in Skype or tumblr IM and may get to a thread or two either before or after work if I’m just not in lurk/shit post mode until I pass out.

Replies: Aesthetically I use extremely light formatting. The first word always bolded and italicized and default size with all other text smaller. I also bold the quotation marks in dialogue because it looks hella cool on my blog proper given that I have bolded/italicized text is a different colour than the rest of the text. It also looks classy af on the dash. Icons for either FC depending on verse or comic caps are used until it gets to nsfw stuff or with some drabble prompts. As for preferences, I’m really quite flexible. Honestly, tho, I’m a multi-para whore and with most threads, eventually they start to get longer and longer. However, unless I can’t parse my muse’s thoughts on a matter or situation, I won’t go in hard and fast on a one-liner or small single para. Unless you’re one of my people, but then again, you prolly already have experience being slapped with my throbbing multi-para hard-on.

I don’t expect people to match me, and sometimes I may struggle to match length, as well, but I do like to see an attempt. Like if I give you a four para starter, I would prefer not to get a two sentence reply back (some of you are shaking your head, but this actually happened to me in my halcyon days in the community).

Starters: I don’t do greeters, because idk, for me it feels like when a teacher called on you because you weren’t paying attention. Nearly every time I’ve gotten a greeter, I’m unprepared and feel quite suddenly pressed. The RPC is already a ball of anxiety 85% of the time and I don’t want to add to anyone’s discomfort, providing I’m not the only crazy person who reacts to getting a greeter like a distant gunshot. Depending on how clogged my drafts box is and how busy I am, I probably post a starter call every couple weeks and open starters very rarely because like, idk, no one ever hops on them, so I don’t really feel like they’re welcome. In the case of the latter, I only ask that people read the tags. Some open starters are meant for mutuals, particularly ones with some established interaction.

Unless they’re plotted starters (or replies to longer ask box meme responses that I wanted to turn into a thread), they usually start short and often vague. Please don’t keep it vague. It drives me nuts. I want you to present an idea, go out on a limb, whatever (I mean within reason of course, use your common sense, too).

Inbox: It’s a mess, tbqh. A lot of times I mindlessly reblog or queue memes, especially at work or when I’m out and about on mobile, and then don’t feel like doing them or get excited over certain prompts over others. I will say that I keep things in my inbox for a very long time and might get to replying to prompt weeks to months later. Frequently I will draft ones that I know will be long.

Selectivity: Hoooo boy. I’m pretty fucking selective tbh. I like my partners to be literate and of course be able to enjoy their portrayal/character. That’s not to say I’m not open to meeting new people and interacting with new muses. I don’t need to know your muse extensively to RP with you, but I’m also perfectly willing to educate myself (I’m not going to front, I was compelled to watch both Daredevil and Preacher for the sake of character/canon research, as well as starting to read Lucifer). Also, I mostly RP with mutuals, but again, that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to discover new mutuals, you feel me?

Sometimes when my stress levels are high or I’m drowning in drafts, I tend to be a bit more standoffish and stick to “my people”, however this doesn’t last for long and may be broken by a compelling enough new interaction.

Wishlist item: *pounds table aggressively* CONSTANTINE FAM! AND I SUPPOSE THIS IS REALLY SELFISH BUT I WANT A CHERYL OR GEMMA RP BLOG IN MY LIFE. AND IDEK MAYBE HAVING A CHERYL BLOG WOULD BE BORING AS SHIT, BUT A GEMMA??? SURELY TO FUCK SOMETHING FASCINATING COULD BE DONE WITH HER. Also: CHAS! ELLIE! HELL BLAZER CANON CHARACTERS PLS.

ahem.

Anyway, idk, I really don’t have a wishlist? I mean, there are certain themes I’m keen to explore. Like my mythological bent to John, and developing certain verses, but like...all things considered I’m just more interested in world and relationship building than ticking off a wishlist of AUs or situations I want to see played out.

Honest note: I’m fiercely independent, and I don’t put up with bullshit. Honestly, I don’t have much tolerance for drama and the easiest way to push me away is pull me into a vortex of social or interpersonal drama. Been there, done that, and honestly I can be a bit skittish if I start getting a weird vibe. I’m coming up on five years RPing on tumblr and there’s not a lot that shocks me anymore.

A few more admissions:

-- I love writing ships. When I wrote fanfic, it was 95% shippy stuff. That doesn’t mean it’s all about romance, fluff, and sex, sometimes it’s just how two muses relate to each other or a glimpse into their lives together, but I know my strengths and tend to default to them. This doesn’t mean I’m out to collect lovers for John or am not willing to step out my comfort zone, just that there’s going to be a lot of that stuff here.

-- If we talk ooc, there’s a 100% more possibility that you’re going to get more attention from me both ic and ooc. It’s just a matter of comfort level. Though I might seem together and confident, it’s only really in regard to my writing. I’m intimidated by people who are so much better at being witty and fun and silly on tumblr and chatty about their characters and fandom outside of the constraint of meme prompts or whatever. I guess I’m just afraid of boring people or having followers roll their eyes like “omg Iggy stfu. Don’t you have twenty-odd replies? Chop, chop you anal retentive bitch.” Mind, no one’s actually said this to me, I just have dodgy self-esteem, honestly, and some days are worse than others.

-- If I tell you I think you’re a good writer, I mean it. This is important.

-- If I tell you I’m worried about the quality of a reply I gave you, I’m not fishing for compliments, I’m legitimately uncertain that you’ll like it. Just fyi.

-- I’m bad at writing m/f ships in any expedient manner. I have no good excuse for this other than being queer trash that would rather write about men being in love and lust. And uh, that’s not a good excuse at all. I’m just the literal worst and I’m sorry I come off as not inclusive enough. Honestly, I’m trying to be better about this deep failing of mine.

-- I apologize a lot for things I shouldn’t. Sorry lol

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