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bam-stroker · 1 year

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Amphibious

Alright I needed a break from my other writing so @betweenblackberrybranches have a silly little rlgl drabble! Mildly suggestive things insinuated, but this is just a silly hangout time. So enjoy some movie night shenanigans questioning just what can Moon's tongue do?

“No way! No way, you can’t do that.” You scoff as you hold up your snack of choice. An eyebrow raised in challenge to the robot across from you.

It had all started from Sun suggesting a movie night. For once all of your schedules lined up to not be stuck at work during the evening. Which honestly was very welcome after last month when there was a particularly… messy… event that the two of them were the highlight of. You still can’t look at jam without the horrors of the cleanup playing through your mind.

All of you are cozied up on your couch, Sun in the middle. His favorite oversized cozy lounge clothes on, with your feet resting on his lap as you lean against the couch arm. Moon practically incapable of sitting in a normal way has his legs contorted in some half bent mess. A blue satin set of pajama pants and camisole. Red eyes giving you a challenging glare from across Sun’s lap.

“What do you mean I can’t.” His voice a sneer. Clearly playing into the bit.

You gesture the chip in your hand at him, “I’m saying no way did they make you have a tongue like that.”

He raises an eyebrow and leans back, a sharp mischievous grin rising up, “O? So you know everything about my design?” Tongue slipping out to do a lascivious wiggle.

Sun gives a curious look your way, hands resting on your shins, “Do you?” The statement is guarded from any real emotion pulling through.

Heat blooms across your chest in embarrassment, “I never said that!”

He scoffs and winks, “Obsessed, much?” Arching his back and throwing a hand on his chest to pose demurely. What a little shit.

A pillow gets quickly punted at him to knock the smirk off his face. The undignified look and squawk of surprise is enough to get both Sun and you cackling at his expense. He straightens up to angrily leer over Sun’s lap, “Rude!”

“Only dishing what you give, Moon.” You pop a chip into your mouth.

Sun throws his hands up between the two of you, “Hold on, hold on! I say we put it to the test?” A bemused smile on his face as he looks down at Moon. The lunar bot purses his lips and gives a glare to Sun, “Test what?”

Sun grabs a chip from out of your bag and holds it up high above his head, “See if your tongue really can go that far.”

Moon raises an eyebrow, “Well that’s not the first time you’ve said something like that.”

Sun rolls his eyes, “You know what I mean.”

Moon chuckles darkly and locks eyes with you, tongue slipping out to lick along his sharp teeth, “Watch and learn..” He sits up holding onto the back of the couch and takes a moment to gauge the distance between the chip held above Sun’s head and his current location. The two of you watch him silently, as if watching a cat about to pounce on a toy. Clearly this was entertainment way better then what the movie had to offer.

He pulls his head back, arms scrunching up near his shoulders, as his internal fans kick up in speed.

With a lunge forward his tongue is sent darting forward to reach out and nab the chip. A chorus of exclamations coming from Sun and you in response. No way! The mad lad had done it. “Holy shit Moon!” You throw your legs off of Sun to stand up and start pacing in front of the couch. He just has his hand frozen in the same position it was in when the chip had been there. Mouth open in a perfect O of shock.

Moon smugly sits back down in his contorted pretzel way on the end of the couch. Making a point to lick his lips and smack them, “Told you I could…”

You stop to stand in front of him. Looking down at him, “.... You’ve got a frog tongue Moon…” Voice solemnly serious.

He grimaces, “Frog? Excuse me?”

Your mind replays the way his tongue grabbed the chip, this time picturing him as a giant green frog, “Yes. Frog Moon.” Your eyes twinkling with the realization.

Sun laughs at the look of affronted disgust on Moon’s face, “They have a point!”

He gives you both a glare, “Frogs are slimy and gross! Don’t call me that!”

Sun goes silent and suddenly looks deadly serious. He reaches out to comfortingly grip Moon’s shoulder. His voice solemn, “He’s right…” He looks back towards you, “I think he’s much more like a salamander.”

In a flurry Moon is grabbing pillows to pelt the two of you with as you both fall into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. He was never going to live this night down. And the two of you would be sure to remind Moon of his amphibious design forever more.

#frog moon confirmed!#rlgl au #others au #drabble #suggestive #not brothers

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mistkisbiggestfan · 7 months

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Omg the Pomni x Fem jester was so cute! Would you mind writing more of it? (If you can or want to)

Pomni, romantic / Jester! Fem! Reader - Part 2

Pomni (romantic) / Jester! Fem! Reader Hc + Small fic

A/n: Finally writing $h!t in my inbox?? Rare Jules moment, like actually I don’t know what’s happening (I’m gonna write those Tf2 and Voltron requests too, promise) REQUESTS FOR TADC ARE OPEN!!

Summary: Part 2 of being a silly jester couple Words: 1539 Rquest: Yeah!

She was kind of insecure because of you.

After she settled and realized it’s her life now, tho

You were well, everything she wasn’t; tall, well-built, at least your avatar was, and not to mention Pomni hated to admit that your digital avatar was quite attractive.

And worst of all, you were an actual circus performer.

But that has its downsides, of course, when she realized you were closer in behavior to Kinger than Jax or Ragatha? $h!t man.

She tried to avoid you all day (events before the end of the pilot: the digital feast).

But on the other hand, whenever she saw you, a lightbulb kinda flickered in her brain.

She’s such a girl failure, didn’t even know you for a day and still fell for you.

The jester was very much confused: “Am I attracted to this…?”

Yeah she is. This freaks her out. Why is she attracted to a crazy girl?

Your first meeting was a bit rough, duh, but in between her panicking and having a freak out, she couldn’t help but note your good looks.

After that she didn’t see you much because you stayed behind with Kinger and Gangle.

– You’re sure this is a good idea? – Ragatha said before turning around, looking at you, Kinger and Gangle. You were laughing about something, Gangle was crying, and Kinger was doing his usual stuff. – Of course, they’re the most mentally stable trio in the whole circus! – Jax snickered before walking along the halls. – Come on ladies, let’s go harass the clown.

During the time when abstracted Kaufmo ran around, chasing Pomni, at one point you came out of nowhere and scooped her up, bringing her to safety.

Then you kind of fu(/#d off to let abstraction of your dear friend sink in, Ragatha was very worried when she saw you not attending the digital feast at the end of the day.

The loop of never-ending exits and the void left Pomni really fu(/#d, but none really cared (expect for maybe Gangle and Ragatha) because it was her first day.

She didn’t even realize when her legs led her to the digital lake. Like someone else brought her there.

Just as she was about to sit down and relax she heard the deep and loud voice that scared her, the feminine, in other circumstances soothing voice was terrifying, she looked up and saw the Moon talking to someone.

Oh yeah, she almost forgot that Sun and Moon were AI people here.

“That was great dear, you should show that trick to Caine sometime.” She was talking with someone? But who?

And then, she saw your (in comparison) small figure looking up, with something that imitated fire, more like digital-fire but a flame nonetheless.

That made her feel worse, it was all superficial, all being nothing more than lines of code. Just like the talking Sun and Moon – not giving off any heat or cold.

Pomni felt herself losing it again as she saw you talking with the Moon above.

Feeling weird was an understatement.

Before she could go away, because she was standing awfully close to you two, she heard the loud voice of the Moon again.

Pomni finally snapped out of whatever she was in, her shoes touching the smooth, untextured grass under her. She didn’t know when or how she got here but she had to roll with the punches in this new place she was forced to call “home”. She saw the lake’s water before her before hearing a deep and loud voice of someone seemingly echoing and coming from every possible direction. She looked up.

The moon, or rather, Moon, was talking to someone. She almost forgot it– she? Moon. She almost forgot Moon could talk here, probably being some kind of AI too, like Caine.

But, Moon was talking with someone and she could tell it wasn’t Caine. – That was great dear, you should show that trick to Caine sometime. – She heard Moon’s voice again.

And with that, Pomni found herself walking closer to the direction Moon was talking too. How could Moon be seemingly high above, be seen from all directions and 2d like? She sighed, deciding to ponder on the perspective and basic rules that reigned this world sometime later.

Finally, she saw a small in comparison figure standing and holding a large stick or something like that, which ended with fire on both ends, the flame made her shiver, ironic. She looked as the fire danced, looking more animated than anything else, the thought that it was nothing more than lines of code wasn’t the best.

As she looked more closely at the figure talking with Moon, she couldn’t make out the words. And she realized, it was you, well now that was obvious, you were the only person dressed like a jester other than herself.

Before she could turn around, walk away, forget about this, she heard Moon’s voice again. – I think you should get yourself going dear, it seems like someone’s waiting for you. – Pomni’s eyes widened as she saw Moon looking at her, and she saw your head whip around to look at the person who was waiting.

Oh h#|! – She thought, and now she contemplated turning and running away, but before she could do so, you already stood in front of her. And you didn’t look quite as cheerful under the moonlight.

Now she could notice you had makeup on, well that’s probably just a permanent characteristic of your digital skin. You were quite different from her, that was rather obvious since you were basically towering over her. But one thing was similar, both of you had a $h!t tons of bells on you, how could she haven't noticed you going here? You were basically a walking “hey! I’m here! Can’t you hear me? Oh yeah you can”

You seemed more worried about her now, she didn’t notice, somehow, still, basically checking you out. – Are you alright? – Your voice snapped her out of a staring contest with her and your lean body.

– What? Oh, oh! – She looked up at you, as you leaned in to hear her better. – I’m not that short – She thought to herself.

– Is there something you need? – You said now starting to walk along, towards the entrance of the main area. She shook herself and ran to catch up, you started juggling as she looked at you weirdly for a second, were those balloons? How the fu(/# can you juggle balloons?

– I just wanted to thank you, for, eh when you saved me from that monster. – She said, not looking up at you, but she heard a laugh, snicker, whatever, it seemed more nervous than cheery though.

– Kaufmo.

– What?

– That wasn’t a monster. It was Kaufmo. – You said, still juggling, she seemed to catch on with your thought process.

– Right. Sorry – She apologized quietly, both of you being now in the hallway leading to your rooms. But you laughed it off, catching all the balloons and popping them, like Caine did with Bubble, with funny sounding “pop”. Only now she realized you were standing still now, not walking anymore.

– Don’t beat yourself over it, sweetheart. – You laughed, not mockingly, somehow it sounded lovely. Amd Pomni froze – her face red. Oh god she if she didn’t want to hit herself then, she definitely wants to after this. Once she realized what happened your laughing disappeared a long time ago. She looked around and found out you left her off in front of her new room. – Wow… – She breathed out.

At first you were not a big fan, but your behavior was always the same, you really kept almost everything to yourself, but you have to admit she was a little cutie.

Ever since you always tried to make her flustered, and it always works.

She tried to make you flustered on more than one occasions but you seem to not be able to feel flustered or embarrassed, your face just goes from “:D” to “(´ ꒳` )”

You’re actually the boldest mf out there, even bolder than Jax.

Jax probably gave up on trying to prank you after that “staring at your soul” thing.

But Pomni is a brand new target, so you protect her. And it makes her flustered, but on the other hand, what doesn’t make her flustered?

She might have called you mommy by accident. She was burning, but to her shock. That seemed to make you flustered, but just for a second, before you laughed sweetly at the mess before you.

“That was great, cutie.” “Thanks mommy.” “...” “...”

She should be glad Jax didn’t overhear that, or did he?

He did. It’s over for her.

She was walking through the hallway towards your room and looked up to see him, looking down at his nails, even though they were covered with his gloves. “Pomni, remember that calling the jester mommy isn’t very PG 13.” He smirked before the situation resolved to a harmless fistfight.

Caine doesn’t bat an eye, maybe says something to Pomni but that’s all. (You’re his and Moon’s favourite so it’s understandable, don’t let the others know though.)

Favouritism is real.

Overall very cute, two jesters are always better than one.

#requests open #request #please request #tadc pomni #x reader #pomni #ragatha #tadc #jax #caine #the amazing digital circus #tadc pomni x reader #tadc jax #tadc ragatha #tadc caine

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the-gateway-to-madness · 1 month

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the writing of Jack Frost

(And why it works so well)

Jack Frost is one of the most notoriously well-known animated protagonists out there. I'm on Tumblr, so I don't even have to defend that stance, you all know it already.

Why is that?

The story he's placed in is entirely simple. It's a light vs. darkness conflict. There are all of seven characters who get real screentime. The main character has amnesia. This movie is almost Shadow of the Colossus in its simplicity.

It's the details and the context and the design of the world that make that simplicity work here. Each character is visually based on a color and a shape, but then details got worked in that made them intriguing to look at, and that "design with a center in mind, then make it feel complete" ideology succeeds in making each character feel grounded and rounded out personality-wise, too.

Jack is the main character, so we're privy to extra complexities with him- let's look at those.

That amnesia. This trope has been done to death; why does it work well here? Because his character has developed for so long in-universe without him even knowing he had amnesia. Sure, he doesn't know why he's here, but he's also not aware of what he is missing, so he's gone ahead and lived for 300 years as best he could.

He's confident in his powers; he's confident in his own body; he's confident in his control. The conflicts that are most common in both coming-of-age plotlines and amnesia plotlines are not there. Jack's natural upbeat attitude and the immaturity he chooses to nurture in himself make him seem like he's a teenager in his head, too, but he is not. He knows all his own patterns, he knows how the world around him works, and the audience is incapable of understanding how exactly he must think because of just how old he actually is, and how much he's done and seen.

Jack gets reduced for simplicity in a lot of fanworks, and I think that's because trying to put oneself in his head and trying to then see his world through the mindset of anything but a child or teen is like trying to comprehend something eldritch. He's not still human and relatable because of his innate humanity leftover from his mortal life, he's still human because he has chosen to be human. Heck, Jack doesn't remember his past life, his only reason to believe he's even a little human is his appearance.

And that idea that he chose humanity, that he chooses goodness, is compelling, because it means his human self and his incomprehensible circumstances have meshed into something cohesive.

Then the amnesia shows up! If you're watching this movie for the first time, you guessed he has amnesia because duh, but you're just as in the dark as he is as to what he's missing. You only know as much as Jack does on that first watch- you're as curious and even desperate as he is to know, if you're invested. Because what could create this man? What could cause such a strong connection to humanity in him despite 300 years trying to whittle it away?

Even after seeing his memories, it's! Still! Jack's! Choices!!! This movie sets him up to be a tragic character, but it's not a tragedy because he chooses to be happy and help other people and refuses to back down and stop trying to fix things, even when only one child believes. They take a tragic character premise and turn him into a walking feeling of triumph because the good, kind, happy person who fell in that pond survived- and he did it because he chose to.

And- people want to hate Manny for never talking to Jack except to drop in and tell him what to do, but that's not what he did! Jack asked him to tell him why he was put in the world, and he was put in the world to be a Guardian. After he had already spent both of his lives choosing to be one without the Moon's direction, all Manny did was formalize it. He let Jack make his own choices, already knowing from his sacrifice what he would choose to be. From that freedom, from never being told who to be and what to do by the Moon, Jack learned how to choose to be human, to be good, to be a Guardian- under any circumstances -because he wanted to, and not because Manny told him to.

Manny did Jack more good by letting him learn how to be himself than he ever could have done by explaining to him who he was and what he was meant to do.

Anyway, I'm realizing most of this as I'm writing it, back on topic now.

Most amnesia plots cannot make the concept of "the person you were pre-amnesia shines through after amnesia strikes" work like Rise of the Guardians does, and I believe that it's because of that 300 year gap. That's the key. Jack has been the pre-amnesia person for 300 years without knowing where that person came from. He's refined being that person without ever realizing that's what he was doing; he's given that person confidence in his powers and skills. He's been that same person the entire movie already. Jack wasn't chosen because he was a Guardian in his past life; he was chosen because he was and still is a Guardian.

... anyway I'm out of thoughts

#rise of the guardians #jack frost #rotg #rotg jack frost #writing #this movie did such a unique thing with jack

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petitprincess1 · 8 months

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From one perfectly sane individual to another perfectly sane individual, do tell us more of your Solar Flare AU *adjusts mic*

I was going to write a one-shot for it. Maybe I'll do more one-shots or even a full fic. If anyone's curious about my Solar Flare AU/Evil Sun, here are the links:

I even drew their designs ^^

#fnaf #fnaf sb #security breach #solar flare au #inverted au #sundrop #evil sundrop #moondrop #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf headcanons #traditional drawing #my art

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fountainpenguin · 4 months

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"She's into superstitions: black cats and voodoo dolls... I feel a premonition- that girl's gonna make me fall..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 23 - “Cooldown (Pearl, Lizzie, Mumbo, Scott)”

❤️ Read on AO3

💛 Start from Chapter 1

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Pearl puts research into camera accounts and brings home books for her nonexistent roommate, EthoCam… Er, Rhetoric. Lizzie and Joel enjoy date night. Mumbo collapses in bed after an exhausting break-up. Scott puts on his ambassador hat, entertains the Fox Dragon, and reviews a fey contract with a peculiar white-eyed man.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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PearlescentMoon - Bat

Status: Reflective

Venue manager, event coordinator, and seasonal business owner

💙 🧡 💚

When Pearl lets herself through the door, the whole flat is quiet. From the pale smell, nothing's cooking in the furnace. But then, he can't, can he? Then he'd be burning my charcoal. She dropped by the library tonight and borrowed a book on soul twins who never became official camera accounts. That should subtly break down the Yes and Nos of what Rhetoric can do. All the librarian villagers were happy to help. She even ran into Gem, which was a surprise. Gem's eyes lit straight up.

"You're back! Hope you had a good time. And how's Impulse? Is he better than he was after last week?"

"He's all right, I think. Had a rough go of it mid-session, but he said he'd share the story on movie night."

"Oh, that's good. I've been worried more than I need to be; I want to smack him. Hey, I'm on snacks tomorrow, right? I'm thinking popcorn balls."

"Popcorn balls sound amazing, actually. I'll make sure I'm stocked up on butter."

"How d'you feel about two movies back to back? I found one I'm DYING to show you guys."

Now the soul-twin book rests in the bag at her waist, hidden by the black cloak that marks her uninterested in the courtship events of the night. Pearl moves through the flat's entryway, glancing left and right. All the lights are off. Can Rhetoric turn on lights?

I didn't even think about that when I went out. Oh, this is a toughie… She didn't bring back any treats on purpose, not wanting to offend him. She did pick up a random book on folk tales and another on hybrid biology. These, she leaves on the kitchen counter. As a museum curator, maybe Rhetoric considers himself a historian and potential expert on both these subjects.

Maybe he'll scoff. But according to the patient librarians, account-less soul-twins can hold books and turn their pages just fine. They just can't write in them because it would update the book, and they can't rip out the pages because it would create paper. If you're account-less, you can't update blocks.

That's the word, by the way. Soul-twins… She never actually knew that. She's always just called them "cameras." Did you know you can be account-less as the player, and it can be the camera twin who gets most of the creator bleed and activity levels?

It's not common, but apparently true. It happens on occasion if the same creator is juggling three or more accounts at a time and largely uses that third one for spectating right at the start in those early days. Traditionally, the first account to sync goes to the player soul. The second sync goes to their soul-twin, whether they're often on spectator mode or not. The third can be a coin-flip as a completely new pair of souls is spawned in, syncing up to an already established Minecraft player who may actually prefer spectating this time around.

Food for thought. I wonder if Moo's ever been bugged when I've called her a camera. Maybe I should ask if I can meet up with some of her friends. Maybe we can all do a Q&A night. You could write a paper on this stuff.

… or a book, evidently. Pearl checks the signed name again. Pixlriffs. Of course it is.

If this is insightful, I'll have to drop something off to thank him. But she'll wait until the full moon's faded out so he won't get the wrong idea.

Pearl leaves the books she got for Rhetoric at the end of the counter, next to the bar stool she drapes her Not Courting cloak over. She'll hang it properly some other time. For now, she wants to set the scene: I'm not trying to come on too strong. I just happened to leave a few books here, that are mine, and when I'm away, nothing's stopping you from taking a little looksie at them.

When she turns around, she catches her new roommate standing out on the balcony, one elbow on the rail. Did he open that door? Did she leave it open? He gazes into the courtyard below, swishing his tail back and forth against his heels. It stiffens when she creaks the door open. "Don't talk to me," he mutters, not turning around.

"Right, I won't- Not for no reason, now. Still, I have some housekeeping things we should go over."

Rhetoric's tail twitches again. "No. That can wait. Literally, don't talk to me. I was getting fresh air. As fresh as you can get under bedrock, anyway. Now that you've returned, I'll stay in my room and keep my head down, but it's a full moon tonight. I don't technically exist, but I'm still a hybrid. Give me space."

"Okay," Pearl concedes. There are seven fox ambiance defaults: burrowing, hunting, napping, courtship, marking territory, playing, and stealing. On top of that, the urge to flee from players is a legit part of their coding. Rhetoric's maybe or maybe not feeling courtship tugs, and neither of them wants to deal with that. If it's not courtship, that urge to find his own private space is probably gnawing at his spine. She's not giving up on him, but she'll wait until he's less prickly.

Pearl returns to the kitchen and starts prepping a mixing bowl. Rhetoric's ears snap up. He turns his head. He has gray eyes. They're dull from lack of color, but almost puzzled or wary when he studies her from across the room. He says, "You're an anivore, right?"

"Just a little bit- I'm a partial anivore. I need code to keep my energy up, but I actually can eat other foods without feeling sick. My diet's still restricted." He doesn't look away, so she doesn't stop talking. She barely looks at him, though. "I know fox hybrids can change color between white and ginger when they respawn. My friend Grian's a parrot and they're the same way- the soul spawner might spit them out with different feather colors than what they had before, based on RNG. We bats are like that. Right now, I'm a vampire bat. I used to be a fruit bat when I was first spawned. The type of food that actually refills my hunger meter shifts between respawns, but my stomach can digest all of them."

"So you're an omnivore."

"Well. Yeah, I guess so."

Rhetoric folds his ears flat against his night-black hair. "I don't have proper code. I'm not real."

"Nah, I don't nip much off other people. I barely need any, see; I nip my own code." Pearl lifts her arm, gesturing to the space between her sleeve hem and her hand for emphasis. "Tastes like macaroni and marshmallow right here at the edge." For the sake of it, she doesn't ask if he's ever tasted code before. Probably not. She pauses for breath anyway so he can have his chance to speak.

"That's… disgusting." Rhetoric waves his tail for a second, keeping it low, then almost rotates full around to talk to her. "I had a visitor today."

"What?"

"Some phantom wearing green. Yellow hair. Black bandana. He didn't give his name, but I found him rather rude. I'm half tempted to report him for harassment."

Martyn. Pearl's instinct is to volunteer the name, though she catches herself and hesitates just before she can. "Oh. I'm sorry he bothered you. Was he hunting? Maybe he clocked you as not having slept… ever."

Rhetoric shrugs, dismissing her thin attempt at comfort. "He broke in. I'd talk to Scott about upgrading your security, if I were you."

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

#trafficblr #PearlescentMoon #Scott Smajor #MumboJumbo #Joel Smallishbeans #Lizzie LDShadowLady #ridwriting #Dog's Life #apparently art #Dog's Life art #fic announcement #Shadowbeans #Herobrine #Pixels Imperfect #mcyt

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angelpuns · 11 months

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KNOCKS AGAIN its the same anon from that big broken red heart fake title

Im glad you liked it :] i gotta find ways to give my baby raph some angst yknow /silly

ok if you feel like getting another title here you go: "Bright Black Ink Sky"

YES IT WAS A VERY GOOD TITLE!! I never get to write for Raphala so it was a real interesting exercise hehe

Okay cause I've been thinking about this one ALL DAY trying to organize some thoughts on it

hmmmm I think a horror fic would be cool - like all the stars have disappeared from the sky (granted they live in New York but maybe it's a news story or smthn) and then maybe maybe maybe the sky was never actually the sky but it was a giant eyeball and it blinks - like an eldritch horro kinda story but with the turtles :D

(pov I love writing horror but don't get to very often these days)

Anyway turns out the universe is actually just a giant yokai and it's PISSED about the kraang situation so ofc it's gotta fight someone! Might as well fight four teenage turtles amiright

also how it relates to the title is that the sky becomes completely deeply black, no sun no moo because its an eyeball :3

it's not a great premise, but with some fine tuning it could be an interesting short story?? maybe?

a little blurb cause I LOVE WRITING HORROR:

The sky had been getting darker for weeks. Or, that's what the news said, anyway. Donnie had been relaying everything back to his brothers, though he wasn't too worried about it. Sure, more and more stars were disappearing and the moon ahd shrunken to the size of only a small piece of space junk, but he wasn't worried.

It wasn't until footage of two giant shapes, grey and sleek and scaly moved across the sky that he began to worry. It took almost a day for them to move across the sky, the black ink of the night hidden behind the odd masses. There were rumours of it being an eclipse. NASA wasn't say anything, scientists around the world were stumped. And then the next day the shapes moved again, retracing their orbits around the planet until the sky returned. But this time, the sun was gone.

Donnie wondered if it was appropriate to panic now - considering that should have sent the earth into an ice age. But it didn't. The night and day cycles continued, as if the sun and moon had never been there and the source of light was some sort of huge barrier around the Earth. Donnie watched the footage over and ovwer, trying to spot what top scientists could not. It wasn't until he sped up the footage that he saw the shapes for what they were.

It was one giant blink.

#meh #it was an okay idea #great title #wish i could hae done more with it #i love horror #rottmnt #rottmnt fic asks

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moo-moo-moon-writing · 1 year

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Heya again buddy! Are you doing okay? [:

Hello! Yes I am, thank you for asking. I apologize for the lack of updates in all honesty, I have been dealing with major depression/suicidal ideation/stress from both work and school (as well as home). Just finished up exams and such, so perhaps I will come back and write more asap. If you have any recs let me know, thank you for checking up on me and I really owe ya one. Thank you again.

#moo moo moon writing #send asks #send recs please #send requests #thank you #like fr thank you ive been struggling sm so this warms my heart #sorry its a week late #i am sorry

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redrocketpanda · 3 months

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Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "redrocketpanda "?

Hello! Also thank you for the very fun questions, this was great to answer!

I'll do the name first as it's a quicker response. redrocketpanda is a mash up of Red Rocket (as in the red rocket truck stop from Fallout 4) and Red Panda (as in the animal). The story behind those is that I had recently played Fallout 4 (and am a fan of the entire franchise) and have big heart eyes for the Fallout aesthetic, and that although *I* think I would be a lion if I was a non-human animal, some of my close friends + ex partner joke that I'd actually be a red panda (small, tries to be big but isn't scary, red)

I was informed recently (as in last year) that it can also have a different meaning depending on what subcultures you're in but I choose to ignore that bc I didn't know at the time lmao

In terms of the chunkier part of the question - top 10 favourite fics ever - I will admit that I've never read much fic outside of smut for Reasons (as such my list will be quite heavy on smut and kink so heads up for that). I would def like to read more but tend to write more than I read.

Out of the small number that I have read the ones that have always stayed with me/that I love are:

The Shoebox Project - HP The, now very old, Marauders fic that I am still in love with over 10 years after I read it

Summer Rain by Moo - HQ My beloved. DaiSuga fic complete with an incredible character roster, on brand Moo sillyness, and hard hitting real ass shit. Summer Rain is what made me fall in love with several HQ characters, and bestows upon us one of the hottest Tanaka/Ennoshita pairings ever

Rewards Program by surveycorpsjean - HQ Really silly, really hot Bokuto/Kuroo/Akaashi smutty one shot inspired by a walmart game

Kiss Me (Like You Wanna Be Loved) by kazzydolyn - HQ BokuAka roomies with benefits fic with lots of fluff, feelings, smut and some light bdsm. Genuinely a really lovely series

to be first, to be best by kittebasu - HQ INCREDIBLE longgggggg IwaOi one-shot. Super well written, fantastic characterisation, and A+ IwaOi content

Terminal Curiosity by favspacetwink and moonlumie - HQ Really hot, well written SakuAtsu BDSM series where Sakusa (reluctantly) introduces Atsumu to BDSM. A+ Sakusa characterisation

Things Happen (That's All They Ever Do) by myfriendgoo - BNHA 2 part KRBK weight gain series where retired hero Kirishima is reunited with pro hero Bakugou after a 4 year separation

The Big Leagues by chubbinlovin - BNHA Weight gain one shot w/ pro hero KRBK where the boys go a little OTT w/ their bulking regime. Super hot Dom! KR and Sub! BK (sub BK my beloved)

Going Soft by chubbinlovin - BNHA Another weight gain one but this is legit one of my biggest fave fics ever. I normally don't like reader fics but this is SO well executed and also is the best characterisation of Bakugou I've ever encountered. Honestly, top fucking tier material.

The Whole of the Moon by ietjesiobhan - HQ Really tender, beautiful angst of the KuroKen soulmates AU variety. Genuinely think about it quite a lot

#honestly I don't read much fic but I do think about the ones I have read A LOT #maybe 2024 is the year that I read more fic? maybe it will also help reunited me with my old love - writing #fic recs

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sleepytyrtle · 1 year

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It Hurt's So Much

Hey SAMS fandom! So, I found this prompt from @make-me-imagine 's Writing Prompt List and I just had to write it. I am not sorry for what I've done :D. Enjoy the drabble!

Prompt:

"It hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much? I just want it to stop."

Lunar didn't know what was going on. They could feel Moon's anger wash over them in waves and they cautiously pushed their own feelings of concern and worry against the fiery rage, hoping for an answer or to at least calm the other down. They received no response from their brother which only further cemented their worry.

"Moon?" Lunar questioned, head tilting and chest thrumming with a sense of foreboding anxiety.

"Moon," Lunar waited for a moment longer before trying again.

"Moon, Moo-" The air was knocked out of Lunar's chest as their connection to Moon was violently cut off, a wave of pain slamming into them and sending them crumbling to their knees. They felt like they had been doused in gasoline, their body catching fire as a match was lit and they were consumed by flames.

Burning, burning, burning, burning, burning!

Lunar couldn't decide if the words were from Moon or themself and, honestly, they didn't care. all they wanted to know was why were they hurting?

Lunar choked on a sudden gasp, feeling as if they were inhaling smoke and choking on ash. They forced their head up to check themselves over, wondering if, somehow, they actually were burning alive, if they were somehow able to catch on fire in Moon's mindscape purely from the other's rage. It was disorienting as all hell, feeling flames lick up along their arms, dig into the very base of their skull, and slowly tear them apart from the inside out, but being unable to see what was causing the pain.

"Moony?" Lunar choked out, desperately hoping for a reply, for an explanation. If they were capable of crying, they would have sobbed when they're desperate call yet again went unanswered.

They didn't understand! What was happening? Is this how they made Moon feel when they had taken over and forced Moon to stay trapped? Was this some sort of karma? If it was, Lunar was sorry, they had already apologized and Moon had forgiven them! What else did the universe want? How could Lunar make the pain go away?

Another wave of agony stopped any chance of Lunar from begging the universe or their brother to hear them. Their face hit the ground and the icy coolness of the colorful mist gave only a second of reprieve before the fire began to crawl up their spine. A strangled whimper escaped them as they choked on soot that clogged their teeth, smoke filling their vision and leaving them blind as the flames crackled and roared hungrily in their ears.

They curled into a ball, eyes clenched shut and, for once, remained perfectly still in the hopes of falling asleep. If they fell asleep they could leave the pain behind and stay safe in a dream world of their own making. A place where things made sense, where nothing hurt, and where they could play with their brothers all day.

If they could just go to sleep, everything might be okay!

A strangled shout left them as they're body spasmed from the intensity of the pain and forcing them away from the promising escape of dreams. Why was the pain getting worse!? Why wasn't it going away!?

"It hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much? I just want it to stop." Lunar wailed, burying their head in their hands, fingers clenching in the fabric of their hat to the point their joints creaked. That only seemed to make the fire jump to their hands, dancing along the carefully crafted joints of their fingers and seeping into the exposed cracks causing the wires to spark beneath.

Nothing seemed to make the pain end! Please, they just wanted it to end!

But no matter how much they pleaded, no matter how much they called out, nothing changed. They were left to lay there, unable to do anything as the flames consumed them.

...

And that's a wrap! This was originally going to be longer and have KC!Moon interacting with Lunar as a nod back to Moon saying that Lunar didn't agree with his ideas so, he made him sleep. I'm too tired to finish it though and I didn't really like it anyways.

But, who knows? I might finish it and post it as a second part to this later!

I just wanted to write something about how Lunar might have felt when the kill code was reactivated and that prompt was too good to pass up!

#I love Lunar but I had to hurt him #sorry guys #please forgive me even though i'm not sorry #<3 #sams lunar #sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #sams #writing prompt #drabble

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cledubs · 2 years

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well i know asking cledubs for anything but cledubs is a crime, but for the writing prompt, 16 and ranchers? (or anyone else! gladly will accept cledubs <3)

don’t worry about it anon! my url before this was literally teamrancher sooooo

16. have you ever / you wouldn’t dare

team rancher

(ask game)

(i think this is the silliest thing i’ve ever written. so sorry anon. also this was not looked over and also written at like 12am, so beware of any mistakes lol)

(please think of this with the same energy a sleepover has)

It’s just about midnight when Jimmy breaks the silence.

At least, Tango assumes it’s just about midnight. He can’t see the moon through any of the windows, so it must be right above their base.

The two of them should have been asleep ages ago.

“Have you ever eaten plain wheat before?” Jimmy asks

“What?” The question is not at all what he would be expecting, but he certainly is intrigued. “No?”

“Oh no, I was hoping you have! I was wondering why cows and sheep like it so much. It doesn’t seem all that great just by looking at it, yeah?”

Tango hums thoughtfully, and brings his hands up to rest beneath his head. He thinks about the wheat for a moment. It’s very plain, and it doesn’t look very interesting. He definitely wouldn’t eat it on it’s own. “You do have a point there, my friend. Why do they like it so much? And they eat it every day! It can’t be that good right?”

“That’s what I’m saying! Imagine chewing on that all day. Kind of gross, isn’t it?”

Tango nods, but he realizes that Jimmy can’t see him in the dark of their room. “Yep, agreeing with you there.”

The quiet returns for another few minutes. Tango can hear the quiet moos of the cows that are still awake, much like himself. The sound strikes an idea into his head. It feels like one of those lightbulb moments from a cartoon.

“Jimmy, I just had the best idea.” Tango says, sitting up in his bed.

“Do tell!” Jimmy replies, equally as excited.

“What if we asked someone else to try eating the wheat, so we don’t have to? In case it’s gross!” He suggests.

“But why would anyone want to eat wheat? Especially if it’s us asking, I feel like they would be suspicious.”

“Oh. True.” Tango lies back down in his bed, his metaphorical light bulb having turned off.

The silence falls over them again.

“Do you think anyone else has eaten wheat?” Jimmy asks. “I think out of everyone here, Martyn is most likely.”

“That’s a good one!” Tango says. “Hmm. I think Ren would be most likely. He seems like the type of guy to eat plants that he shouldn’t.

“True, true. I feel like Joel would, but he would lie to everyone that he hasn’t.”

“That does seem very Joel!” Tango agrees. “I think my top three most-likely-to-eat-wheat list would go like this,” He holds a hand outwards. “At the top, Ren. He would eat all types of grass, no doubt!” Tango takes his other hand and puts it below the first one. “Second, Martyn. He’s a curious type of guy!” He takes the first hand and moves it to the bottom of the stack. “Third, Joel. He just would.”

Jimmy hums in agreement. “You’ve made a good list! That’s a solid top three if I’ve ever seen one.”

“Mhm mhm, I’m a genius, I know.” He grins. “Best ranker there is. I should be given a medal with ‘best ranker ever’ engraved into it.”

Jimmy laughs. “You should! That would be so great!”

“Oh no, now I’m actually tempted!” Tango laughs along with him.

Their laughter dies out, and for the third time the room falls into quiet.

“What if it tastes really good? I mean, bread tastes amazing, and we use wheat to make bread.”

“We do…” Tango replies slowly, thinking. “Oh you’re a genius, it probably just tastes like bread!”

“You get it!” Jimmy says, louder than he should be in the middle of the night. “Why don’t we just try some? If it tastes like bread, it can’t be that bad right?”

“Right.” Tango sits up, and steps out of his bed. He lights one of the torches on the wall, illuminating the room in a soft orange light.

Jimmy joins him and they both walk over to where the wheat storage is. They each take a bundle.

The two of them lock eyes. To them, at midnight, that is the funniest thing in the world. Laughter fills the room and Tango leans against counter, trying to hold himself up.

Jimmy takes deep breaths. He manages to calm down, wheat still in hand.

“Should we?” He gestures to the bundle.

Tango shrugs. “I mean, that’s what we came to do right?”

“I’ll count down.” Jimmy decides. “Three.”

Tango looks at the wheat.

“Two.”

He desperately tries to avoid looking at Jimmy’s face. It would be a shame to start another laughing fit.

“One.”

They bite into their respective bundles of wheat.

There’s a pause, and they look at each other.

“It’s so bland.” Jimmy sighs.

“Yep.” Tango agrees.

#this was so dumb #goodness gracious #hope you enjoyed #i haven’t written either of these guys before so sorry if their dialogue is off :((#i do watch tango regularly tho so if i got his voice wrong then that would not be very good #sam.post #hmmm i should start a fic tag #sam.fic #double life smp

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1am-rice · 5 months

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Info/About me

Hello! This is the blog where I put nearly everything. I reblog fandom content, memes/commentary, miscellaneous posts etc!

For my very specific NRB Brainrot see @low-dexterity-day where I will insufferably post about those silly lil youtubers and their board games.

For moody/aesthetic writing see @romance-with-a-liminal-space this one is where I pretend I'm on 2013 tumblr and let out my inner dark academia hoe.

PSA - I am silly and when I got tumblr I didn't know you couldn't just, switch your main around. So now I am eternally stuck liking and following as @iridescent-moo-n when that blog is really my OC side blog! Follow that one if you wanna see content about the story I'm writing.

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Good Omens

Nimona

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avatar (both of em lol)

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thecourtjester12 · 6 months

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J-TOL Masterpost

J-TOL aka Jester's The Other Lcation

Au rundown

J-TOL is in the same universe as JDCAU, but this is about the smoon and the rest of the plex at the other location

No virus, no fire, no afton, just the struggles of the crappy old management and how THAT affected them all. The plex is now under the same better management as the JDCAU plex but...they have some stuff to sort through still...

Au aliases: since they all go by sun, moon, etc still, for ease of talking about them they have au nicknames they can be called (or just like J-TOL Sun, etc. too of course)

Sun-Bunny

Moon-Moo

Others...tbd.