jeremy thirteenth + snow white’s poison bite appreciation post!!!! theyre a smaller band who doesn’t make music anymore but please go check them out!!!!!!

yayaaa (btw i won my first ever 100x battle so yayyy)

Fanfiction Masterpost

In the current absence of AO3, may I remind everyone that my fanfictions are accessible on tumblr? ;p

If you'd like a full list of my writing, including both headcanons and fanfictions, my story page is accessible on desktop but I think some mobile users may have trouble accessing it! So here's a mobile-friendly version of my fanfictions.

Animaniacs  Yakko To The Rescue: big brother!Yakko with regressor!reader 

Avatar:The Last Airbender Flourishing in Sunlight: cg!Zuko and regressor!Katara, post-canon

Be More Chill Safety In Numbers: regressor!Rich, worried Jeremy

Boku No Hero Academia Sound and Silence: domestic regressor!Aizawa and cg!HizashiSomething Wrong: regressor!Katsuki gets cornered by Izuku and doesn’t react well (heavy fic)  Class Outing: Izuku regresses while at the mall with Class 1A

Calvin and Hobbes Old Friends: regressor!Calvin with Hobbes

Critical Role (C2) Books and Pigments: regressor!Jester and regressor!Caleb playdate Picking Up The Pieces: struggling regressor!Caleb and helpful Caduceus  Through Anything: regressor!Beau and Jester, doing Yasha’s hair

Death Note Restrained: Classification!AU with regressor!Light struggling in confinement 

Doctor Who The TARDIS Playroom: regressor!Thirteenth Doctor and an unexpected Graham

Good Omens  Evenings Of Eternity: regressor!Crowley, cg!Aziraphale (chapter two)  Mornings and Knights: sequel to the above story 

Harry Potter What Family Is: regressor!reader and their cgs, Remus and Sirius Golden Slumbers: regressor!reader, big brother!Harry Potter, and cg!Fred Weasley (cglre terminology) 

Hazbin Hotel Angels At The Window: regressor!Reader and caregivers!Vaggie and Charlie

Hetalia Bedtime Tears: Human AU, regressor!Italy with cg!Japan&Germany 

Homestuck Cupcakes and Moms: regressor!Dave and his mom Roxy  >Dirk: Regress: self-indulgent Dirk regression Big Brother, Little Brother: regressor!Dave and regressor!Dirk, regressing together for the first time, cg!Roxy and John.  Simple Days: minific with regressor!June and cg!Rose

The Magnus Archives Song of the Hive: regressor!Jane Prentiss horror story 

Marvel Quiet Days: cg!Natasha and regressor!reader drabble Kitchen Friends: regressor!reader (he/him) and cg!Bucky/Steve

Les Miserables Calling You Home: regressor!Enjolras and caregiver!Grantaire

Minecraft  It Takes A Village: regressor!reader in a minecraft world, ft. cg!villagers and curious enderman 

Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812  Natasha is Young: regressor!Natasha and cg!Helene

Night In The Woods Shapes and Friends: regressor!Mae with Gregg and Angus

Ouran High School Host Club  To Weather The Storm: Tamaki finds out that Haruhi regresses (cglre terminology)  Taking Care of Mori: regressor!Mori and cg!Hunny, ft. observant!Haruhi Fancy Tuna and Frantic Texts: regressor!Haruhi, cgs Tamaki and Kyoya (cglre terminology) 

Pinky and the Brain The Joy of Theatre: Pinky puts on a play, Brain indulges him All The Great Men: Brain is having a hard day: Pinky does his best to help Yakko To The Rescue: regressor!reader and their big brother Yakko 

Phantom of the Opera Forever More: regressor!Erik and cg!Christine, established dynamic

Resident Evil VIII Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To: regressor!reader (she/her) and cg!Dimitrescu (cglre terminology)

Sanders Sides Just Plane Overwhelmed: regressor!Virgil and cg!Patton on a stressful plane ride The Playtime Solution: regressor!Logan needs a break, cg!Patton To The Moon And Back: regressor!Logan, cg!Roman

Steven Universe Safe and Sound: regressor!Steven tries to stop regressing, cg!Crystal Gems (also rewritten here with transfem Steven going by Stephanie)  system/REGRESS.Steven: a rewrite of the Spinel fight, the rejeuvenator works on Steven and Amethyst is the one who has to collect all her regressed friends

Twilight Cold Palms, Warm Words: regressor!reader with cg!Alice and Jasper Sugar Sweet: baby-regressor!reader with established cg!Alice and Jasper  The Doctor’s Office: regressor!reader with cg!Carlisle  Home Sweet Home: Carlisle and Esme as parents, the other Cullens as regressors with varied age ranges Baby Steps: regressor!Bella with caregiver!Charlie (cw depression) 

Undertale A Story For Sans: regressor!Sans is exhausted, and Papyrus is worried Sweet Pea and Papyrus: cg!Papyrus and a regressor!reader who’s had a bad day 

By the time Michael Afton was sixteen, he’d come to accept that all promises made of the most optimistic outcomes were bullshit.

It was a thought process he knew was justified, yet one he held little memory to. There were gaps in it, parts left in fog that he couldn’t clear. Sometimes he found himself looking down at his hands like just because he remembered having a body didn’t mean it was real. A sheer lack of understanding that dominated his mind.

But he wasn’t an amnesiac. He had a clear trajectory of his shitty life. He could remember almost everything. There were gaps missing over roughly a year, but not much else.

That year must have been why he felt the way he did, because he knew what he felt was real. He remembered how he had been lied to like that. Four times between 1982 and 1983. By ‘84, he’d come to the conclusion it was a bullshit lie.

It was 1987 now. Michael Afton was nineteen, not that it made a difference. And his best friend was reassuring him nothing bad was going to happen if he applied at the restaurant both of their siblings had died at.

That was it, he supposed. His siblings were gone, and he had been lied to about it. And now Jeremy was lying to him as well. “What’s the worst that could happen?” He laughed, rolling a plastic straw between his teeth that sort of made it sound like a whistle. “I get bored out of my mind and bash my head in?”

His smile dropped as he pretended to give the prospect serious thought.

“I mean, maybe.”

Another whistled laugh.

Michael rolled his eyes, resting his chin on one hand and snatching at Jeremy’s can of coke. Condensed around the outside, the can was ice cold in his hands, and made them feel wet and misty like he was somewhere he wasn’t- a dark forest in winter, maybe.

He took a tired sip from the can, the cold popping of the soda on his tongue combatting the heat of the autumn sun against his dark, thick, wavy hair. It was October. Halloween decorations were everywhere Thanksgiving decorations weren’t, and the sun was beating against the back of his head like it was trying to cook him. Having refused to not wear his usual attire of full length jeans, high tops and a sweatshirt, Michael really did feel like he was in an oven.

He pushed the can over to Jeremy, whose green windbreaker jacket was wrapped around his waist, leaving his tan arms free under his white short-sleeved shirt. “Not kidding when I say that place is a death curse,” He deadpanned. “Wouldn’t want to be there this November, that’s for sure.”

“What’s this November?” Jeremy raised an eyebrow, dropping his straw back into what was really supposed to be his own soda, not Michael’s to share with him.

Michael stifled a soft chuckle. “Friday the thirteenth’s this month. It’s hell enough already. I can’t imagine what it would be like that time of years. Ever wondered how many ways you can get maimed at an animatronic pizzeria?”

“Mike,” Jeremy started, his tone sounding joking, but Michael picked up on the hint of concern. “Nothing’s gonna go wrong, man. You’ve gotta stop overthinking. I’ll just be in and out for a while until my knee gets better and I can go back to the team.”

“Right.”

It was another lie. Optimistic at best. He would just be in and out and everything would be fine, on the fucking night shift at the place that killed his siblings and took Jeremy’s own little sister away. Nothing more safe and idyllic than that.

There was no way in hell Jeremy was going to be okay. Michael knew that for a fact. He was injured already and taking a shifty, risky ass job to cover for his apartment until he could get back to his college football team. If Jeremy thought he was going to be fine, he was an idiot. There was no truth to that optimistic, everything’s gonna be okay promise and Michael had learned that years ago.

First they said they’d find Charlie. Then they said Lizzie would turn up. Then they said Cassidy would wake up but it would likely take a long time- two months was their estimate. Then the optimistic date of his awakening became the date of his death. Then a few months became a few weeks, a few weeks only lasted a few minutes before it became a few days, and Cassidy died the day Michael was told he wouldn’t live to the end of the week.

All he remembered from it all was that it was bullshit.

But Jeremy smiled, his teal-painted nails tapping the coke can as he offered it over to Michael again, and Michael’s willpower crumbled. Jeremy was his light, in a figurative and literal sense. He dressed lighter than Michael, always picking green, blue and yellow for his clothing instead of Michael’s black, grey and purple, and while he was close to being as tan as Mike, he was still lighter, with coarse blonde hair flowing down his shoulders. When Michael looked at him miserably, Jeremy grinned, shaking the can gently, and warmth seemed to radiate from him, so Michael let himself fill the growing pit that his constant sense of dread had dug in his stomach with ice-cold, syrupy soda, and relented in his insistence.

Wasn’t that stupid of him.

GETTING TO KNOW YOU.

respond to the following prompts out of character. then, tag others that you'd like to get to know a little bit better!

ROLEPLAYER NAME: havu.

ROLEPLAYER PRONOUNS: they/them.

MUSE NAME: -inhales- charlie bradbury, chloe price (pending), clara oswald, dean winchester, edi, edward teach, ella finnegan, eloise bridgerton (pending), ever hayes, garrus vakarian, hannibal lecter, hurley reyes, iris hunt, izzy hands, jake takizawa (pending), jeremy bradshaw, jillian marks, juliet burke, kenna de poitiers, lucius spriggs, mary stuart, river song, tali'zorah, the tardis, tenth doctor, tyrion lannister, will graham. on other blogs, castiel, thirteenth doctor & wren shepard.

PREFERRED COMMUNICATION: tumblr im box is small, so discord is much easier for me to focus on, but either.

EXPERIENCE: over ten years on tumblr, nearly two decades overall (shit, i'm old).

PREFERRED ROLEPLAY TYPE: the best roleplay connections are those that are cross-genre. a lot of different tropes and moods for the same characters, to make up a vibrant story. a thread here, another there, no need to write them chronologically at all! i do have some favourite tropes (hurt/comfort, villain/victim, kink...) but even those work the best when included in a multigenre arc. so basically anything goes!

PET PEEVES & DEALBREAKERS:

any kind of making fun of and/or harrassing, bullying, making callouts, or trying to dictate other people's fictional enjoyment. i don't care if the subject matter is something i'm personally disgusted by; if you call people gross, freaks, weird, for the fiction they enjoy, if you reblog callouts that focus on fiction, i will unfollow/block you. boundaries are fine, a polite "dni if you write (topic)" is fine. but if you even push your pinky toe over the line towards making it anything more than a personal boundary, i do not tolerate that, and i do not feel safe around you.

not letting me know which muses you are interested in. the amount of people who follow me, but never do my interest tracker or initiate interaction (i'm ok with the tracker not being done if you send in stuff or just plain tell me in a message which muses you want to write with), despite this being in my rules, is frustrating. i can't read your mind. i can't just assume all of my muses are free game, unless you tell me that. i give people several months to do this before unfollowing, but eventually i will unfollow, as there is... no interaction. i will happily interact first, send memes, etc. if i just know what muses you are open to.

assuming i'm not interested/am upset with you if i don't respond to ooc messages fast enough. it's fine if it's a dealbreaker for you if someone is responding slowly, but you don't get to say i "wasn't interested". you don't know that unless i say that plainly. i rarely talk in real time. i take hours, days, weeks, even months to reply to people ooc. fuck, one of my best friends and i sometimes don't say a word to each other for over a year, and we still are best friends. i do try to not take literally months to reply to people's ooc messages, because it's not very productive in the sense of keeping plotting going, but taking days or a couple of weeks is just normal, imho, especially if it's not every message several weeks apart all the time.

PLOTS OR MEMES: a little bit of both! i prefer to plot a little at least, but whether that's before writing, or after sending some memes and writing a few responses, is all the same for me! i'm very flexible about this, though, so totally winging it, or plotting in detail, are both fine for me as well.

LONG REPLIES OR SHORT REPLIES: i'm fine with all lengths of replies, but medium, generally? i also think we should normalise reply length varying. if the muses are having rapid-fire dialogue, it makes no sense to write several paragraphs just to make the reply longer, when you need to give the other muse a chance to respond, anyway. and when there's a time-skip and descriptions of what happens in between, it makes no sense to try to jam it all in one little paragraph, a lot of the time. so whatever suits the reply? but also, 2-4 paragraphs as a general guide is my preference. single-para can feel too restricting, and over four paragraphs, especially if they're all chunky ones, makes it harder for executive dysfunction. don't worry about either of these, though! i think the best really is to just write what feels good for the reply, be that shorter or longer.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: legit this just varies, there is no specific time, although i do try to keep a regular sleep schedule (with varying results lol).

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: no. i may have some similarities to some, but i am not extremely like any of them. i am actually jimmy price from hannibal. only half joking-

TAGGED BY: @serabellyms, thanks! TAGGING: please tag me if you steal it from me, i am curious! i don't want to tag anyone and make them feel obliged to read all this LOL.

jeremy strong not attending the emmys for the final season of succession is my thirteenth reason

The Thirteenth Hour Podcast #429: Welcome My Brother, Jeremy, as talk about Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023)

This week, my brother, Jeremy, rejoins the show to discuss this spring's Dungeons and Dragons movie!

The Thirteenth Hour Podcast #429: Welcome My Brother, Jeremy, as talk about Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023) https://archive.org/download/podcast-429/Podcast%20429.mp3 This week, my brother and I are watching the new Dungeons and Dragons movie.  All in all, this is the sort of film I think we would have both really liked had something like this come out when we were kids, when the…

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Video Killed the Radio Star- Chapter Four

Riddler x f!reader

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The man was smart, that's for sure. 

Despite knowing just how incredibly fucked up his actions were, (Y/n) couldn’t help but grow to admire the man more every day- in some sick way. He was smart, but only really thrived on attention. It was like he had to prove himself, and he had to know his audience believed in just how smart he was. It seemed a lot of people took his obvious play for attention and underestimated him because of it. 

(Y/n) wouldn’t make that mistake. 

She did the best she could, looking over Riddler’s past puzzles to seek a pattern, searching through his more recent ones for clues. Two weeks flew by and it was as if nothing had happened. Work went back to normal, though Amelia was still a bit anxious. Try as she might, (Y/n) hadn’t found anything to clue her in on Riddler’s next move. She had found some of his previous riddles and setups to be entertaining but nothing gave away any idea of what was to come next.

It would seem, however, that Batman had gained a clue that (Y/n) had not. She ended her shift at four in the morning, as usual. It was officially the thirteenth of March, now. Sometime in the next twenty hours, the Riddler was bound to strike, and (Y/n) had no clue where he would be or what he would do. 

She didn’t know why she even cared. This man was criminally insane. If anything, she should be relieved he didn’t include her in his plans any more than he had. She was lucky; she could’ve ended up like those hostages on the news. Wouldn’t that be something?

Walking home through the streets of Gotham after work was never a joy. (Y/n) was lucky it was a short walk, but she didn’t let her guard down anyway. This city was dangerous. Tonight, however, she wouldn’t be heading straight home. She had to stop at a little convenience store along the way to grab a few things for the morning. A half gallon of milk to tide Katie and herself over until they went shopping, and some more snacks because Jeremy cleared them out. She should be safe at home soon enough. 

She rounded the corner into the small store, smiling curtly at the cashier who looked less than amused.  She makes her way to the back of the store, past aisles stuffed with chips and cookies, finding the cooler with milk and water inside. Staring through the glass, she looks over her choices when she hears the cashier softly speak.

“Holy shit.” It was a whisper at first, but (Y/n) still heard it. It drew her attention back to him, as his eyes were glued to the television screen hung above the cluttered counter. She was curious, sure, but she didn’t consider bothering the man until he repeated himself.

“Holy shit!” The man was louder now, standing at full attention. “The Riddler’s on TV again!” That’s all it took, and (Y/n) was halfway across the store before the man could turn up the volume on the news broadcast. 

“Can I?” She said, standing in front of the counter now. The man behind it fumbled for a minute, brain unable to keep up with what she was asking him. Once he realized what she meant, he hesitantly nodded, moving over and looking back to the TV. That was all the confirmation (Y/n) needed as she set her purse down and hopped over the counter to stand at the cashier’s side. They both watched the news reporter standing outside the Hall of Records, rambling on about an ongoing break-in. “Wait… that’s just around the corner….”

A small explosion shook the camera, the reporter whipping around to see what had happened behind them. Rubble is spat out onto the street as smoke begins to float out into the air. At the same time, the streets outside the convenience store lit up dimly for a moment, and (Y/n) gasped. Throwing herself back over the counter, she grabbed her purse and bolted out the door. The cashier was too awestruck to respond in any way.

Thank god her job allowed (Y/n) to dress casually. Running down the streets of Gotham in heels is a nightmare she never wants to revisit. Bounding around a corner, the hall of records is just ahead. Police are still showing up on the scene, three cars out front and one pulling through the alley towards the back. When she gets closer to the building, the GCPD is already cordoning off the area. Police stand in huddles around the building, some talking amongst themselves while others load bags- likely filled with weapons- around the scene. Another cop car is pulling up to the area, and (Y/n) takes her chance as it passes to duck beside it and uses it to shield her from view as she follows it into the back alley. 

As soon as the car is fully in the alleyway next to the building, (Y/n) takes her chance to break away and ducks behind a trash can instead. Spying a thin, dusty window along the very top of the building, she figures she can reach it if she stood on the dumpster underneath. Why was she going through all this trouble in the first place? Was she really this foolish? To go poking around to find a criminal mastermind? Some part of her was telling her she had to see the man in person; the guy who had left those notes and scared Amelia out of her wits. 

She ducks out from behind the trashcan and climbs over on top of the dumpster against the wall. She still can’t quite reach the window up above, so she moves some of the trash in the dumpster to the side and stands on top of it. It isn’t very stable, but it’ll do the job for now. She lifts a hand up to the glass, looking into the building. There are desks throughout the room she looks into, obviously used. Papers, files, and books cover most of the table space throughout the room. There’s a little bit of movement inside, but it’s too dark through the window to tell what’s going on. A brief flash of green moving near the back of the room, it looks like through a doorway. Before (Y/n) can get a better look, it moves out of view. Damn! She steps back from the window a bit and the trash beneath shifts, causing her to fall over into the dumpster. Screw this! It smells in this dumpster. From where she’s lying, (Y/n) can see the lock on the window. She can’t be sure from where she is, but it looks like the window is in fact unlocked. 

Bingo.

Standing up again, she readjusts the trash to where she can stand on it again. Reaching up, she pushes against the glass and, sure enough, the window pops open. She only hesitates to heave herself through the opening when she realizes her purse will get in the way. She drops it in the corner of the dumpster, carefully moving a bag of trash over to cover it. Then, turning back to the window, she grabs onto the ledge and hops up. As she pulls herself up and over, she hears faint conversation in the other room.

Now fully hanging on the other side of the wall, she drops down onto the floor below and moves to crouch behind a desk. (Y/n) peeks up over the desk, hearing the voices coming from the room down the barren hall straight ahead. It’s too quiet to tell exactly what they’re saying, but there are at least three different people in the room, possibly more. She moves out from behind the desk and crouches up against the wall by a potted plant, peering around the corner into the hallway. Moving any closer down that hall would be a big risk. There would be no cover to hide behind if someone exited one of the rooms. Was this really worth the risk?

She decided that it was.

As she closed in on the open doorway at the end of the hall, she felt her chances of being caught now were decreasing. She lowered herself to the ground as much as she could, trying to stealthily look around the doorframe and into the room. There were three men in the room, filtering through opened drawers on filing cabinets leaned against the walls. Pages and folders were flung this way and that, making the room look as if a tornado had blown through. A single picture frame, containing only a map of old Gotham, was askew on the wall. 

“I can’t read half of what these files say, boss!” One of the brutish-looking men called out, waving a dark blue folder over his shoulder. Papers flew out and fluttered to the green carpeted floor at his feet, but he hardly noticed. “The handwriting on most of these is absolutely atrocious!”

“It’s not my fault you’re an illiterate fool.” Another voice replied. It wasn’t coming from any of the thugs in dark clothes, but rather sounded much closer. Before (Y/n) could properly process this information, a dark leather shoe stepped out from against the wall right next to her. All she could do was stare at the shoe in mild horror, peripheral vision easily taking in the bright green leg attached to it. “This is our one and only chance to find those records, boys. Security is sure to tighten up around here tomorrow.”

 (Y/n) tried to start backing up, suddenly realized just how in over her head she really was, but it was too little, too late. The foot she still held tense eye contact with turned towards her, as did the rest of the Riddler’s body. She let her eyes slowly move up to meet the man’s face, body turning ice cold as he smiles down at her in a way she can only describe as terrifying. 

“Oh, hello there. And who might you be?”

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btw I'd also like to rank the different edits that had me bawling my eyes out throughout this weekend.

any edit of satosugu with the songs from 'the tortured poets department', especially 'I can do it with a broken heart' because that's the gojo song since I first heard it.

that edit with jeremy and jean and 'oh so american'; it's one of my favorite songs of 'guts (spilled)' and I have barely begun 'the sunshine court' but I know it's going to be hurtful.

anything with 'army dreamers'. I stg I saw a family Haykawa edit and that was about to be my thirteenth reason... THEN I saw one with AFTG and I...

pls, I beg you, have pity on me.

TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU WISH TO KNOW BETTER

FAVORITE COLOR: It varies, but blue[lapis, sapphire, or cobalt], burgundy, green[forest, emerald, or malachite] and grey/silver seem to be winners.

FAVORITE FLAVOR: Y'know, I'm not sure. Mango, probably; I'll eat just about anything if there's mango involved. Or chocolate. Both is an absolute winner.

FAVORITE MUSIC: Ah fuck, I don't know. I was on a Dragonforce kick a while back; now we're shifting back into alternative rock with a smattering of folk/renfaire music so >w>

FAVORITE MOVIE: This week? The Thirteenth Warrior. I have a list I cycle through XD

FAVORITE SERIES: Man I don't even know. Books? LOTR. Manga? Probably JJK or Dr. Stone or Ron Kamonohashi. Anime? Bleach. Comics? Working on that tbh.

LAST SONG: Sakura Addition, sung by Kondo Takeshi [Hibari Kyouya] and Iida Toshinobu [Mukurou Rokudou] from KHR >w>

LAST SERIES: I have no idea how to answer this tbh ^^; but probably JJK or Dr. Stone, though I also recently binged the old Jeremy Brett Sherlock Holmes series on Youtube so does that count?

LAST MOVIE: Batman: The Long Halloween [both parts]

CURRENTLY READING: The old 1960s/70s Teen Titans comics

CURRENTLY WATCHING: A bunch of random shit on Youtube, including various routines of Evgeni Plushenko the figure skater.

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: trying to get brain for my drafts XD it's not working well

TAGGED BY: STOLEN FROM: @cxpedcrusxder

TAGGING: you with the face, if you're bored enough

BoardCheck 8.13 "New Year of Hockey" http://tobtr.com/12183809 The PUCK has dropped for Season 8 of your NEW favorite weekly hockey show, BoardCheck! Join Jeremy "The Impact" York each week as he catches you up on all the latest from the NHL, Atlanta Gladiators (ECHL affiliate of the Arizona Coyotes), Nashville Predators, and Carolina Hurricanes PLUS (added back to the lineup this season) Kennesaw State University Ice Hockey Owls!!! On the lucky thirteenth episode of season EIGHT, he starts with the biggest recent stories from the NHL including Ovechkin-watch and a review of the Winter Classic from Fenway! Next, it's the latest from the Predators and Hurricanes are they both try to secure great playoff positioning! Then, it's time to talk Gladiators including the recent battles with SouthEast Division over the holidays! Finally, he finishes with news, notes, and scores from our amazing Owls including a reminder of their next games in January versus Georgia Tech (there are some time and venue changes) and BONUS as he tells you when he'll be In The Building NEXT (hint: Hootie-Hoo)! It's your new favorite hockey show, by a hockey guy, about hockey: it's BoardCheck! (at Impact Media Studio West) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnBaao6uxcK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Jeremy!

* knowing your partner well can potentially make writing a lot easier. repost, don’t reblog.

name : havu. pronouns : they/them & ey/em. preference  of  communication : discord (my handle is on my rules page). if you aren’t willing to use discord, i will communicate through tumblr ims, but i struggle a lot with focus there as the chatbox is tiny and typing long messages directly there (as opposed to copy paste to notepad) is near impossible. as long as you fill out my interest tracker that’s enough communication for me if you’re not up for ooc chats! name  of  muse(s) : i was going to just link my muse navi but... why should i not list all 24? charlie bradbury, clara oswald, claude narcisse, dean winchester, ella finnegan, eloise bridgerton, ever hayes, garrus vakarian, hannibal lecter, hugo “hurley” reyes, iris hunt, jeremy bradshaw, jillian marks, juliet burke, kenna de poitiers, mary stuart, paul randolph, river song, sansa stark, the tardis, the tenth doctor, tyrion lannister, will graham, wren shepard. on solo blogs: castiel & the thirteenth doctor. experience / how  long  ( months / years ? ) : since circa 2006 = 16 years? on tumblr since 2013 = 9 years.

best  experience : i don’t want to really put experiences or people above/below each other in how much i appreciate them. best experiences tend to be when either muses, muns, or both really click and we end up building extensive storylines together and our muse dynamics end up mattering a lot! but i gotta honorary mention orion @starfalled who i love dearly, and lured into tumblr rp, and all our late night talks about our muses, especially our castiel & francis (shh i know i play cas on a solo blog and not here) wordlbuilding; and lexi @anderwhohn / @vortexparadox / @immortaljackal / @starkastichotmess who’s become a close friend through tumblr. everyone else i talk ooc with, especially the people to whom i’ve mentioned that i feel comfortable/relaxed around, as that doesn’t... happen often with my level of awkwardness and social struggle. but honestly just everyone with whom i interact ic with is a good experience one way or another!

rp  pet  peeves / deal  breakers :   :: deal breaker: fandom anti/”purity culture” rhetoric/behaviour, harrassing other people, policing what kind of fictional content other people can write/enjoy. :: deal breaker: bigoted behaviour and/or beliefs. :: deal breaker: time limits on reply speed. you’re valid if you need replies within a timeframe! but seeing as i struggle with executive dysfunction, i can’t oblige. :: pet peeve: people assuming i’m not interested in a thread/dynamic if i reply slower than to other things. i don’t engage in interactions i’m not enjoying. it annoys me to no end when people accuse others of lying of their interest or think they know my mind better than i know it myself... again, i have severe executive dysfunction. just because i want to write a thing doesn’t mean i can. just because i can write something doesn’t mean i can write another thing. it’s not an excuse for “i just don’t want to so i’ll say i can’t”. i actually can’t. my nervous system is built differently than yours. it physically makes it hard to initiate action. i don’t like it when people decide they know my limitations better than i know them, neither do i like being accused of lying. i don’t fake interest. i don’t have the energy for that! :: pet peeve: excessively purple prose (poetic prose is neat though!), english isn’t my first language, it’s hard to comprehend. multiple spaced text (double is fine, 3+ and i. start. reading. it. like. this.) autoplay on blogs. red font against dark background is the only thing that makes my eyes hurt.

plots  or  memes : i prefer plotting... even though i struggle to extensively plot prior to writing :P i prefer to plot at least to the extent of tossing around a few ideas ooc. i’m glad to wing it too, though. and as for first interactions i probably actually prefer memes? to get an idea how our muses vibe and how our writing styles vibe. but for long term writing, i prefer to plot at least a little bit. it’s not necessary though! and i know that i suck at it half the time anyway.

long  or  short  replies : entirely depends on the thread. i have a preference for 2-3 paragraphs, but i will do novella, i will do one-liners... i think it should be normalised that during a single thread, the reply length can vary from novella to single para and that’s ok. that’s just a natural flow of narration? if you’re setting scene or backstory it’s heftier! if you’re writing an action sequence it probably should be shorter for that part! fuck matching length.

best  time  to  write : when i feel up to forcing myself. yes, i have to force myself most of the time, and no, that doesn’t mean i don’t want to write. once again, i have severe executive dysfunction. i have to force myself to do things i want to do every day. that is legit just my life. if i didn’t force myself to start something, i’d never do anything fun. me needing to force it doesn’t mean i don’t have fun with it.

are  you  like  your  muse(s) : i can relate to at least some things with most if not all of them, i would think, but no, none of them are like me enough to say that they are... like me? eloise or the doctor are prob the closest but they also are super far from being like me.

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