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invelleity · 5 years

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psst. be honest. all of the questions. go.

i can’t believe jeanette is tryina kill me in public and i’m still love her??? | not accepting anymoooore | @ltbroccoli

cracks knuckles here we go ( odd numbers 1-9 are here )

2. Are aesthetics important to you? If they are, why?

Not very. It’s fun and cute and all, but I care a whole lot more about “clicking” with people and having fun writing with them.

Exception: If someone’s aesthetic is so overblown that I can’t even find the pages on the blog or read the text, I.....won’t interact with that tbh.

4. How do you explain rp to someone in the real world?

(kicks down my roommate’s door at 10pm) “OK so I’m writing— stop screaming, it’s me,— I’m writing a character in Security and you’re like a double black belt or some shit, can you explain how—”

( My roommates all know it’s a thing I do but I’ve never sent them a link or shown them any of the actual writing. They’ve met a bunch of y’all over like Rabbit streams and @rumdaydreams irl though so like.... They Know. )

More under the cut

6. Do you prefer writing male muses or female more? Why?

Ehhh, depends on my mood. I lean towards female muses in general ( definitely got a bigger chunk of ladies on my list, for sure for sure ) but I love my boys.

8. Name any three things about the rpc that bother you.

Uhhhh A) We’re all such dumb socially awkward blobs so it’s often hard to get to know new people.

B) The feel that if you have a good relationship with one person who writes a canon muse, it’s some kind of lowkey betrayal to write with other people who write the same muse??

C) How much I, a certified card-carrying dumbass, stress myself out about posting on a “regular” schedule. Does that count? Like I want the blogs to look “presentable” lmao and me@me Calm The Fuck Down.

10. Have you ever had a bad experience with commissions? As either someone who makes them or as someone who buys them?

N / A

11. What do you know now about rp that you wish you knew when you first started?

Uhhhh, when I first started was long enough ago and the community was so different a lot of those lessons no longer apply. I wish when I finally jumped over to Tumblr I’d realized quicker how the new like....basic ways of meeting people and posting and all worked, which was mostly just a “calm down and go with the flow more, let go of your stupid rigid old habits” lmaooo.

12. Have you been involved in drama? Do you regret it?

yES. Yeah. Hahaha ha h.

But ummm, not usually. No. Most of my drama has been either A) me posting the very very softest, most diluted version of barely-touching on my politics and my real goddamn life and people being fuckin butthurt as hell about or B) cutting people who were toxic and draining out of my life. So.

13. Have you ever thought about leaving rp? What caused it? What changed your mind?

cw suicidal ideation ment

Yeah. Once I actually did — when I started college I just didn’t have the time, so I peaced from the larger community to just write with close friends for a while. I’ve also considered leaving the T.umblr RPC a few times, but really only because of long bad depressive episodes. Coming back and “not wanting to literally die irl ha Ha” and catching up with my drafts gets me back on track lmao.

14. Do you think rp has had a positive or negative affect on your life or you as a person?

Positive! Sometimes I worry that I spend too much time wrapped up in fiction and miss my real life, but I’ve learned to keep my time more separate so now it’s just good to have a healthy hobby that makes me happy. Also I’m definitely a much better writer for it, and there a lot of networking skills I think translate to real workplace skills so it’s 👌

15. How has rp changed you personally?

See above, tbh. And it gives me a lot of good outlets for writing ideas that would otherwise stew in my head until I hated myself for never ever writing any lmao. It’s good.

16. If you could change one thing about rp on tumblr, what would it be? Why?

Oh, I dunno. I wish I could post replies from mobile more easily, god. That’d keep me a lot more on top of my drafts lmao.

17. Have you ever sent a message to yourself on anon? Why?

Not on any of the rp blogs. ;^)

18. Have you ever sent hate to yourself on anon? Why?

No, wtf

19. Do you delete anon hate or post and address it? Why?

Depends on the hate — things I feel need to be addressed or I want to be clear about not tolerating I’ll post. Personal hate and mean shit I delete.

Or if it’s stupid and makes me laugh I will definitely post that shit.

20. Have you ever felt pressured to write something you weren’t comfortable with?

Sometimes. If a partner is actually pressuring me I’m real good at saying uhhh hey, fuck off about that? but sometimes partners will perfectly-innocently be enthusiastic about things I’m not super comfortable with and that’s harder to bring up. So it’s..... more like I pressure myself, whoops.

21. Have you ever followed someone because you felt like you had to, not because you wanted to?

Ehh. Not really. Sometimes I’ll follow a friend of a friend despite lack of interest just because, like.... My friends are smart and good, maybe I’m just not getting the right “vibe” from their blog as who really they are. Sometimes that just means we never click and I unfollow them later. Or sometimes @rumdaydreams drags me straight to mutual hell and we write 20,000 unfinished bullshit and meet irl and she actually talks me into wholeass new blogs and muses. So, you know. Mix bag.

22. What would make you block someone?

Red flags for manipulation and lowgrade emotional a.buse, especially ones I viscerally feel in my stomach from previous experiences. Obvious r.ight-leaning politics ( Weirdly, I’m not particularly comfortable around people who don’t think I or my friends deserve to be treated like human beings! A character quirk, haha! )

Also ngl sometimes I block people just to remind myself I’ve followed them before and I don’t wanna re-follow them six times and look like I’m trying to intentionally harass them. My memory is bad but the block button always knows, lmao. 😅

23. Have you ever stolen something from someone else?

Not intentionally — I try very hard not to steal hc from duplicates or take plots without asking. But, y’know, sometimes an idea sticks in your head and you eventually just forget where it originally came from.

24. Have you ever had something stolen from you? If so, how did you handle it?

Not that I’m aware of.

25. Are you open to duplicates? Why / why not?

Absolutely, for the most part! I like seeing other perspectives, and especially since @thewrongsorts is such a bigass multi it lowkey just makes my life easier.

There are a few exceptions — less because they’re duplicates and more because there are hc/fanon I just......dislike enough I don’t wanna write with them. Not a feeling that’s limited to duplicates tbh.

26. How do you feel about vague posting?

Ehhh. It’s like not a great thing, but I get the appeal. I tend to unfollow if someone posts a lot of it because then they’re just passive-aggressive as a person, but the occasional vagueblog I don’t mind. Sometimes you gotta get shit off your chest but you don’t wanna make it a wholeass call-out, I get it.

27. Do you follow people even if they don’t follow you back?

Generally I unfollow. I’m here to write, if we’re not interacting it’s clogging my dash. ( Honestly I unfollow mutuals eventually if we never write.... ) But very occasionally someone’s got such good #takes and hc that I stick around just bc I stan.

28. Do you read people’s rules before following or interacting?

A l w a y s.

29. What is your opinion on “reblog karma” and do you practice it?

It’s nice! Like.... I wouldn’t require anyone to do it, but it makes people feel better about their blogs, it’s polite. I know I’m happier getting memes as well as passing them along. You know, be social. Connect with people. I always try to practice it, yeah.

30. How have you responded to popular slang used on tumblr? Do you use it in every day life? Do you use it at all?

Uhhh, yeah. My irl social circles are a lot of dumb gay millennials, we use a lot of dumb internet slang.

31. Is there something you don’t know the meaning of but you haven’t asked anyone because you think it’s supposed to be general knowledge?

Oh yeah! Joined Tumblr rpc ten years late with Starbucks! But also like.... I’m a web developer. 90% of my irl workskills are being good at Googlin’ shit. So I’ve pretty much always found the answer on my own, at least. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

32. Was there ever something you had to ask someone to explain?

( See above. )

33. Have you ever experienced discrimination?

Here or irl or....? I mean yes in any case, but much less often in the rpc specifically. This blog is a lot less outspoken ( both about politics or about who I....am....generally ) than most of my others or me irl.

Shoutout to that time I complained one (1) time about how copacetic the H.arry P.otter rpc is and an actual irl n.eon.azi jumped in my inbox lmaooooooo.

34. How do you feel about personal blogs following your rp blog?

Uhhh, I don’t love it? But if they mostly chill and don’t fuck with my actual threads I usually ignore them. ¯\_( ‘ ‘ )_/¯

35. Have you ever cried while writing a reply?

No. I’m not like......good at crying. 😐

36. Do you read other people’s threads or do you only read your own?

Depends on the blog. Some multis I follow are in fandoms I just like don’t even understand, so I don’t read those. Sometimes I just don’t got the energy. But I read a lot of my friends’ other threads or threads on blogs I stan.

Good writing is good shit and I’m.....a big 👀 bitch. Tbh.

37. What’s one thing that other people seem to hate that doesn’t bother you?

Call-out posts, bringing real life politics into rp, generally acknowledging that we have lives outside of the fictional world that affect how we read and interact with fiction.

( 👏 The O.rder 👏👏 of the 👏 P.hoenix 👏👏 is A.ntif.a 👏👏👏 )

I don’t want to ever push that onto other people though, definitely. (Especially people affected by terrifying irl politics and coming here for escapism. )

38. How do you feel about tagging triggers? Do you tag them? How do you determine what is triggering content and what isn’t?

Always 👏👏 tag 👏👏 fucking 👏 triggers 👏👏👏

I tag things that are common or obviously upsetting, and if someone asks I add whatever tags they need to my list — the “list” is mostly a mental tally so I occasionally fuck up, but god I feel strongly about triggers.

Let 👏 people 👏 who are hurting 👏👏 live. 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

39. What advice would you give to someone new to rp?

Poking around to see how other people seem to “operate” and scrolling through posts about how to get started is so so so fucking helpful! Don’t be afraid to do it!

Also reach out to people as much as you can work up the spoons to. If they’re rude back to you, like..... They were never worth your time anyhow. You dodged a bullet.

( Value yourself 2k19 )

#i clearly numbered something wrong in there but uhhhhh oh well.#jeanette tag #answered #ask games #mun stuff #rpc #lonnnnngass post #under the cut #long post for ts #oh jeannete i.....love you #icb i answered all of these #what a day to be alive #icb i ended up tagging kate in this TWICE #kate tag #ltbroccoli

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onlyonekenobi · 3 years

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written for a prompt from @seraphlm (💖💖💖) to do a piece based on Raoul Dufy’s painting “Open Window at Saint-Jeannet”. 1k anniversary fic. read on ao3

Dean stood in front of the open window, letting the warm, sweet air of late evening wash over him. He still couldn’t believe they were doing this, but when Cas had asked- so cautiously optimistic, eyes lit up with the potential for hope- Dean couldn’t have told him no. And hell, it’s not like he could complain anyway. The view here was as beautiful as anything he’d ever seen.

The horizon was just shifting from deep pink to orange as he heard and then felt Cas come up behind him. Shower-wet hair pressing into Dean’s neck had him shivering slightly, but he leaned back into the touch just the same. Dean felt an arm slip around his waist as he turned to press a light kiss against Cas’s ear; Cas hummed in response, nuzzling closer.

“Tell me you’re not drinking coffee at 9pm,” Dean chided playfully, catching the scent in the fresh breeze. “It’s decaf,” Cas murmured into neck. He braced his arm around Dean’s shoulder so he could take a sip withouting moving his head. “We don’t have decaf, babe,” Dean laughed, able at least to appreciate the earnestness with which Cas had lied.

“Oh,” Cas breathed out, with a kiss to the shoulder. “Then I guess I am.”

Dean sighed another laugh, jimmying his own arm around to pull Cas into a proper hug. This moment was more than anyone could dream of, he thought. Celebrating five years together- hell, seventeen, really- felt like a dream, and- hey, sue him- he’d wanted it to be special. There was a time when he would have been afraid of overdelivering with a grand gesture, but those days were long past. Instead, he was mortified that whatever he did wouldn’t live up to what Cas wanted. So, he’d done the impossible and just... asked.

“If we could do anything,” he’d whispered one night as they drifted towards sleep, “what would you have us do?” The answer “I would show you the world,” had been simple, but Dean could tell there were about a million words built up behind it.

So here they now stood, wrapped up together in a cottage overlooking Saint-Jeannet. They had spent days south at the beach, at the Matisse (Cas looking at the paintings, Dean looking at Cas) and even one on what Cas had referred to as a “crepe crawl.” But none of them, Dean thought, compared to these quiet moments at the cottage.

“I love you,” he said, because it was true. Because he had spent so much time denying himself the saying of it, and now it just got to be one of those fundamental statements of the universe. The sky is blue. The sun is warm. I love you.

Cas peaked up at him through the wild tangle of his dark hair. When Dean had first started saying it a few years ago, Cas would look at him with fond curiosity, like he was trying to figure out what exactly he had just done to merit it. (“Just makin’ up for lost time,” Dean had smiled bashfully, speaking half to the floor. His cheeks had blazed red as he mumbled, “Don’t gotta earn it, ‘s just always true.”) So, while his eyes no longer met the words with curiosity, they did still glow bright with wonder- and a fondness that still made Dean feel dizzy.

“I love you,” Cas whispered back up. Even now, hearing Cas direct those words at him pulled a shy smile onto his lips and a heat across his cheeks. “More than anything,” Cas added, still looking up in wonder.

Dean hugged Cas in tighter and rubbed a slow circle along his back as he reveled in the fact that he was allowed to want this- allowed to say so, even. He could tell Cas anything, and it would be safe. He raked his eyes once more across the fields of flowers outside before looking down into sweet, blue eyes. “More than everything,” he whispered back.

Cas’s expression changed into the softest, deepest of smiles, and the next thing Dean knew, he was being kissed. It was full of intention and devotion and a million words that didn’t need saying but would be later anyway, and Dean let himself melt into it. Reaching up to take the hand cradling his face into one of his own, he trailed his other hand up Cas’s back and into his hair. He could feel Cas’s coffee mug pressing into his back, but he didn’t mind; it made him smile, actually.

The kiss ended in the same kind of daze it had begun in, taking Dean a moment to notice that Cas was leaning into him differently now. Their foreheads were pressed together, and Cas was resting his free hand on Dean’s neck.

“Dean,” Cas whispered softly. It fell from his lips with a reverence, like it was the most heartfelt, revelatory word he knew. In answer, Dean tilted his head just enough to brush a kiss onto the corner of Cas’s mouth. He took in a slow, deep breath, holding Cas more tightly to his chest and letting himself be dizzied by the mingling scents of aftershave and coffee and the sea.

“Here,” Dean murmured into Cas’s neck, carefully twisting to take the mug from his husband’s hand and set it on the windowsill. “Let’s go to bed.” Cas hummed again as he let Dean’s hand run down his arm to twine their fingers together and lead him out of the room.

They would have all day- and the next, and the next- to explore the world. Right now, they were all that mattered.

#destiel #deancas #ficlet #seraphlm #justbeingnyfics #my posts #HERE IT IS FRIEND I AM FINALLY UPLOADING IT SORRY THAT I MADE YOU WAIT FOREVER AND A DAY MWAH #just writing

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