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synth-operator · 29 days

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Oh no! How will Franky rizz taunt Spark when his hair is such a mess??

"Huh, I didn't even say anything to taunt him up."

#skibidi toilet #skibidi oc #skibidi toilet fanart #skibidi fanart #skibidi toilet oc #rodney answers #oc franky #oc spark #GAY PANIC WAS REAL #whos gonna revive spark this time

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chrollohearttags · 9 months

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writing silly prompts with my OTP so you don’t have to • part one

content warning: exactly as it says, voyeurism, exhibitionism, reverse cowgirl, squirting

📝: I cannot explain this even if I wanted to. Sometimes, I have a lightbulb in my head, constantly flickering and other times, it’s nothing more than wind and baked beans up here so I need help jogging my brain muscles and reviving my creative spark. Don’t get me wrong, I love you guys’ asks and I’ll get to them, as well as the commissions, I swear but I need to get my juices flowing again 🫶🏾

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“Ahh! Shit…mmphm. Gonna make me come..”

“Go ahead, princess. Nut on this dick..better keep quiet though. You don’t want us to get caught..”

another peaceful Sunday stroll down South Beach’s Design District turned to a rather eventful outing. Of course, that was nothing out of the ordinary for the infamous couple. It wasn’t rare for the two of you to spend your very limited free time enjoying relaxing walks through the various shops in the heart of downtown..where you may have frequented your favorite stores and restaurants as a bit of routine in your very chaotic and ever changing schedules. It was the one constant that you could bet on in your hectic lives. However..as soothing as the mundane was sometimes…you both still craved that thrill. The excitement that came with doing something you had no business. That rush only grew tenfold when you considered the fact that you weren’t exactly inconspicuous..everyone in Miami and the world at this point knew EJ the Don and (y/n) (l/n). Everyone was looking for an excuse to photograph you two. So it was insane that you were so casually perched atop your man’s dick at a popular lounge on Ocean Drive; enjoying some semblance of privacy as you had rented out the rooftop area for yourselves but even so, if caught, you’d find yourselves front page on somebody’s blog. Right now, you just couldn’t be vexed to give a fuck. Instead…

“Fuck! I don’t care who sees, I just wanna keep—“

your words trailed off into a high pitched yelp as that tip poked the inner corner of your sensitive core. Being fucked up into like a jackhammer into concrete. A tattooed hand on your clothed tummy and inked fingers stroking your clit. All of this because you just had to wear..it. A regular, run of the mill sundress that you had probably gotten as part of PR from Fashion Nova or Shein a year ago and just decided to throw it on to combat this horrendous heat. And yet, it was getting your pussy pounded! Strutting around without so much as a thong on underneath, just in case the mood struck you. Of course, it didn’t take long for your husband to follow suit when saw the fat of that ass swaying from behind the clingy material and watched you bend over to retrieve something when that hem raised and that plump little cunt became visible..from there, neither of you could contain yourselves. Up and down with your legs propped onto the pool chair you went..rutting your hips in slow circular motions as you performed tricks on that dick. Smacking, wet noises filling the summer air. You were certain some attendee or waiter was lurking in the shadows, possibly jerking off or even filming you two but it didn’t even matter. Your only concern was coming all over him! That deep voice growling in your ear as he held you close to his chest and let you ride out your orgasm. Even shortly after, bending you over again so that he could see that ass moving against him. Shouting off expletives at each other..

“Give it to me! Fuck this pussy, daddy. Right there!..”

“Hold still, baby..gonna nut all in this shit!—“

before he could do so, you were already reaching a climatic high..clamping down on his shaft before springing up and spraying him with those sweet, divine juices. Groping one of your tits, Eren would cackle as he watched you come undone for him. Squirming all over the place with uncontrollable trembling from that powerful peak. You were still shooting out tiny streams of that squirt afterwards. Having been fucked so roughly with such impact but of course, it couldn’t be helped..

“Sorry, princess. You know what happens when you wear that shit around me. Can’t help myself..”

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masterqwertster · 6 months

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You know I love you, right? with Ashton and any of the bells hells

Gentle 30 Prompt So quote not directly used, but the spirit is definitely there.

They're running laps around Ligament Manor's tree because that's what Orym wanted: everyone exercising together.

Ashton has already lapped everyone but Chetney several times and they're still going while half the crew has dropped out and the other half is seriously considering it.

The problem is, he's running out of energy when he should be able to keep on hauling ass. A few days ago, this wouldn't even be a problem. But a few days ago, he hadn't–

burned. exploded. died. revived. hurt the people who mattered most. shattered their family. showed them all how fucking broken he is

"You okay there, Ashton?" FCG asks, soft concern in their tone.

Ashton blinks back to present, finding their pace slowed and FCG wheeling along at their side.

And their hand is pressed to their sternum, right over where the Spark reformed its crystal within their chest.

"I'm fine," they dismiss.

"Ashton," Fresh Cut Grass says sternly, coming to a stop, their halted momentum bringing Ashton to a standstill as well. "We all promised: no lying to each other on this retreat."

Ashton sucks in air through his teeth. They did all promise that, and they've all been holding to it. It's just... it's a stupid fucking problem that they won't want to hear about, won't be able to fix. So what's the fucking point in worrying any of them? Life moves on and "I'm fine" is a lie everyone tells, even to themselves.

"Ashton, what's wrong?" FCG insists, poking his side.

A quick glance reveals no one else is here for them to be vulnerable in front of. It's... easier, mostly, when it's one-on-one.

"I think it took something with it."

"The who the what now?" FCG asks, obviously confused.

"The Spark. I think– I think it took part of me with it, when I had to puke it back up. The previous crystal it was in shattered, and the new one... it made it from me. And now I feel... less. Less sturdy, less stamina. More... f-fragile," Ashton softly confesses, studiously looking away from their friend. They're no good if they can't take hits all day and keep going. It's the mistake that just keeps taking.

"...Well, I wish you woulda said somethin' sooner. I coulda tried to heal you up already if I'd known," FCG responds with a touch of consternation.

Startled, Ashton's eyes are drawn back to his smaller companion. The aeormaton seems to be considering their magic and capabilities, their spell components.

"I– I'm not sure this can be healed, Letters," they quietly admit. It's kind of why they kept quiet about it. Didn't want to get their hopes up, didn't want the disappointment of another hurt no one can fix.

"Maybe not. But I'm certainly gonna try. That's what you do for the people you love, right?" he asks with all the innocence in world. Like telling Ashton that he loves them doesn't shake the genasi to their core.

"I mean, that's what the definition of love you decided on sounds like. Being there for the people you love, no matter what. Helping them and supporting them through whatever paths they take. I love you like that," FCG continues on. "I wanna be here with you. I wanna help you. So I'm gonna try to heal you."

"...Okay," Ashton whispers back, trying to keep the tears from falling. "Okay."

So here's the deal, this is inspired by one of the uses of Greater Restoration being it can "end one of the following effects on the target: Any reduction to one of the target's ability scores." So technically, FCG (or Fearne) could restore Ashton's CON score back to 18, if they knew to try. However, I will be completely unsurprised if, should this actually be attempted, Matt vetoes it on the grounds of "you/your spell isn't strong enough to undo what was done by a titan shard."

#MQ&A #gentle 30 prompt #MQfic #ashton greymoore #fcg

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deadboyfriendd · 7 months

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Suspended

Summary: A blurb about shock-rock and body suspension.

Warnings: BODY SUSPENSION, Eddie x Fem!Reader though, I don't think I really specified the reader a lot in this, Rockstar!Eddie, Girlfriend!Reader, there's a big fat nod to H E A D L I N E R S. in this.

Alice Cooper once said that, in order to shock a crowd at this point in time, you would need to chop your arm off and eat it– and you could realistically only do that twice.

The shock value had long worn off now, nearly everything had been done. The thrill and taboo of androgyny was a give-in. The boundaries of gross and unthinkable had been pushed to the point of desensitization. Ozzy had already chewed the head off of an unsuspecting bat, Jello Biafra had already run for the Mayor of San Francisco and lost by a significant margin. There were no stunts left to pull, no shock remaining for the masses, and nothing left to the imagination.

Sex still sold tickets, sure, but now, it was an expectation. What the crowds wanted– craved— was a show. Something new and shiny and never-before-seen. A rare, untouched delicatessen that took form in an obscure corner of the earth.

That obscure corner happened to be a garage in Hawkins, Indiana, where four friends shredded their fingers on out-of-tune guitars and racketed noise off of second-hand drum sets. And that’s just what it had been for a long time– noise. Until there was a boom in Indiana’s underground metal scene, a spark caught flame, and the crowds pissed gasoline straight into the fire.

Corroded Coffin burned hot and blue on the stages now. Boys-turned-men thrashing violently on stages to hit niche singles and screamed to crowds of endearing freak-show enthusiasts on their first full-length tour.

If Eddie could have eaten his arms for fame, he already would have.

He was the harum scarum, devil-may-care type, though his days of parading around soap-box lunch tables and invading personal space had graduated into larger soap box stages and women and men alike who would pay money for him to invade their personal space in more ways than one. No one could blame him, he fought his whole life for this– and now the fighting was over, though, the rush of being liked– no craved– was addictive in all of its gilded glory.

There was nothing of him left to the imagination, he had crammed microphones down his pants, writhed violently across stage floors, stripped bare in front of the world. He’d been crucified, he’d lit himself on fire, he’d done it all. He was glistening in glittery fool’s gold glory, though, who really cared for gold anyways? This was way prettier.

In this industry, you did it or you didn’t, and there wasn’t anything Eddie wouldn’t do. You’d remembered this conversation from the tour propositions:

“Dude, these are meat hooks we’re talking about!” Gareth said with palms splayed, exasperated eyes turned tired from nights of recording and mornings of logistical nightmare meetings– one of which being this one.

Eddie shrugged back at him, arms splayed cooly over the low back of the couch and legs spread wide, “I’m gonna go out there and do the best I can. If it hurts too bad and I pass out, then I pass out. They’ll revive me and I’ll get back out there and finish the set.”

“And if they don’t?”

“It’ll just add to the show.”

He remembered that now, remembered the way it felt during the other pre-show practices, and the four other times he had done this in preparation. Every one of his nerve endings was buzzing, and he tried to convince himself that he was so pumped full of adrenaline that he couldn’t feel the four hooks stretching the skin even more taught across his back.

“Are you ready?” You asked him, trailing a hand down his chest to plant the ritual, sweet, kiss. You thought it was comical, meat hooks through his back and he was asking if you were ready.

The mechanical lever system whirred as it pulled taught against the hooks, and his jaw clenched in place of a wince before his feet left the ground. He rocked steadily, though, your hands against his abdomen stopped him from swinging further.

He held his hands out, neck outstretched in amazement with himself for being able to do this again. You nodded, containing your smile to one without teeth as you ducked out of the way when the cameras started flashing and film started rolling.

“Wait!” He called out to you, his reaching hands causing him to swing more. You didn’t think it hurt him much, though, you stuck your hands out to stop him again anyway.

“What?” You asked, hands staying braced against his warm tummy. His palms already gripping you around your upper arms in a loving embrace.

A grin, hellish and charming in the same swell motion overtook his entire face, “Do you want t’get lifted up?”

He didn’t give you time to answer before he was guiding your arms upward around his waist by the elbows, setting them snugly around his middle. You could feel where his skin rippled from the tautness of the pull of the hooks.

“Tippy-toes, babe.” He whispered to you, his own arms locking firmly around your back and giving a gentle tug to signify the motion.

You could hear the mechanical whir of the pulley system again, and feel your feet leave the ground.

“This is sick.” You whispered, lifting your face from his chest to meet his. His own face plastered with a deep-set grin as you swung.

“Eddie, you crazy motherfucker.” You whispered again through your own grin this time, his hair casting a shroud of a curtain around you and blocking your face.

You felt the cameras clicking around you, and stopped yourself from rolling your eyes. You tended to keep yourself out of the public eye, lest a certain RayGun magazine were to pick up a story.

You could see the headlines tomorrow, “The Suspense is Killing Me! An Inside Scoop to Shock-Rock’s Newest Stunts with Eddie Munson”

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson smut

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keirawantstocry · 3 months

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🐦‍⬛ *gets a megaphone*

TNTDUO

T.N.T. DUOOOOOOO

SCREAMS INTO THE VOID

Wilbur wasn’t quite sure how he had ended up in this specific position. This specific position meaning Las Nevadas. This specific position meaning in Quackity’s office. This specific position meaning leaning over said man with a hand curled around his throat being stared at with dark slitted eyes. He tightened his hand every so slightly around the man’s throat as blood thrummed in his veins, his heart beating nearly out of his chest. Those dark eyes widened, eyebrows shifting down as a gasp escaped his lips.

“Wil,” he said in a choked voice.

Don’t let go, his mind whispered to him.

He wanted to keep this moment encased in glass. A lovely burnt pink flush sat on the height of Quackity's cheekbones and Wilbur wanted to commit its exact shade to memory. He could feel the blood currently coursing through Quackity's body from where his fingertips lay over his strong beating pulse. So alive. Quackity was the most alive person he had ever met. It was a wonderful fucking reminder of how good it felt to have his beating heart back inside of his chest after those damned thirteen years in his personal hell.

“You're in your head,” Quackity said in a whisper. “Get out of there.”

Wilbur managed to make eye contact with him but he couldn't do much more. Thoughts swirled around in every single crevice of his brain. His mouth refused to open and his thoughts refused to formulate into sentences. Everything felt fuzzy and strange. Part of him wondered if he had been dreaming and he hadn’t been revived. Was he dead? Wilbur's hand sagged against Quackity's neck, he couldn't keep that tight grip any longer.

Battering away the loose hand, Quackity grabbed Wilbur's face. “Out of your head, man. Get out.”

Even the physical contact didn’t help to snap him out of it. All he could do was stare at Quackity with desperate eyes and sink back into thinking about how the man in front of him was the most perfect, lively, angelic man he had ever known in his time on this godforsaken server. He was so so alive.

Quackity sunk his teeth into Wilbur's neck.

It was like a rush of cold water straight to his brain bringing himself completely back to a present mental state. It stung like hell as he felt his sharp teeth sink into him. His eyes widened in surprise and instead of a yelp a moan fell from his chapped lips.

Laughter was stifled by Wilbur's neck as Quackity licked the bite he had just left, lapping up the bits of blood pricking up. Fuck he bit hard. And fuck was Wilbur into it. “You fucking freak,” Quackity said eyes bright as he pulled back.

“You’ve let me drink some of your blood before, I think you're the freak darling.”

“Says the man who begged for it.”

Wilbur scoffed, regaining himself and lunged fast to get his hand around Quackity’s throat again. The man smiled at him with eyes that were alight with fire. “What are you here for, Wil? More of my blood? Or something else this time?”

Those words lit something up in Wilbur’s brain that hadn’t been alive in years and years. Nearly embarrassing but he couldn’t quite care. “What are you suggesting?”

“You know damn well,” Quackity said, his face settling into something more annoyed, more him. “Don’t play coy.”

Wilbur kissed him and the world was on fire. Everything burned. Every point of contact that their bodies made together sparked flames in him. Quackity pushed their bodies together and he had no idea what he was doing to Wilbur. Remembering suddenly the position of his hand, Wilbur squeezed. Quackity gasped and Wilbur swallowed the noise. It was delicious. He licked into the other man’s mouth as he tried to truly clear his mind. Another gasp fell from his lips as they pressed harder together. They were being senseless but that was who they were.

Pulling back, Wilbur took another moment to tighten the grip his hand had, addicted to the way Quackity’s eyes rolled back into his skull.

“You’re gonna bruise my throat,” Quackity said in a slightly strangled voice.

‘“Would you be so opposed to that?” Wilbur teased.

“Hell no,” Quackity hissed before pulling him into another rough kiss, with clacking teeth and sharp tugs on each other’s lips.

#TNT DUOOOOOOOO #my writing #tnt duo #fanfiction #tntduo #c!quackity #c!wilbur #c!tntduo #las nevadas #dsmp tnt duo in the year of our lord 2024 i cant belivee it

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danses-with-dogmeat · 9 months

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E is for -- ED-E

Alright, so this was the first one from the voting that was really a challenge for me, since I don't think I've ever written for ED-E? 🤔 Plus, the bot isn't particularly chatty to be doing a dialogue prompt with 😅 but once again, the random nature of the prompts was kind to me, and I ended up actually really enjoying writing this one 🥺 even though it's also kinda sad, like the last one... sorry :(

Anyway, I hope y'all like it!

And here is the 2k event masterlist, for your browsing pleasure!

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Pair: ED-E & g/n! Six

Dialogue: “I can take care of you.”

Word: Eulogy

Rating: SFW

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

“Easy now, I’ve got you, little buddy.” Six spoke under their breath as they tightened the last screw, completing their reassembly of the eyebot for the umpteenth time. “I’ll take care of you, no matter how many times it takes.”

They promised him, even back then. Even before they knew plucky, sweet ED-E properly, they felt a responsibility for him, a connection they couldn’t quite explain.

Even without speech, the bot's history spoke to them, it was them, in many ways. For how different the pair were– as different as two friends could be– ED-E and Six were much the same.

His fractured past, discarded to the dusty Mojave wasteland, piecing together his story from what it was when he could remember. When they both could. Back before... when they both were used by more powerful men for purposes beyond their understanding.

Ever since that lucky day when Six stumbled across him, the hunt for the right parts, the tinkering, the failures, the hope to bring this little guy back from the equivalent to a robot’s death, and after, finally, after their success, they recalled promising him what they’d now failed to do.

Another failure, another attempt at hope. More parts, perhaps? If they could patch him up after what they’d led him into.

How could I have been so reckless?

Their only true friend out here in the Mojave, all the warnings they’d received about the Boomers, about the futility of trying to reach them, to get through their territory, and still, Six had decided to risk it, and now… Now ED-E was the one paying the price.

Mr. House had scoffed at their companion, many laughed, many others thought it was odd, the way he trailed after the courier, the loyalty that Six felt towards him, but… Ultimately, after they’d revived him, ED-E had been worth trusting, he’d looked after them in return. Maybe it was programming, maybe it was on accident, but… Six couldn't begin to explain it to those who mocked them. ED-E was their friend.

And they’d failed him.

I never should have come here. Never should have risked him. Why did I?

The metal of his body was hot against their hands, so much so that they had to release their grasp on him altogether every few moments.

Their palms were red and shining by the time they’d hauled him out of the blast zone and across the train tracks that meant safety from the Boomers.

“ED-E? Can you hear me, little buddy?” Six’s voice shook the same as their hands did as they turned him about where his body rested on the dirt, taking in the extent of his damages.

There were exposed wires, his screen was blank, there was smoke rising from the breaks and holes in his metal shell.

Still though, a half-formed beep sounded from the injured bot.

“ED-E! Hey there, okay, stay with me, I’ll– I’m gonna figure this out, I promise.”

No other sounds left him after that, but the smoke still poured, the sparks still came in short bursts from the broken and twisted wires.

Where can I go? How can I keep this promise?

His body was still hot to the touch, and there wasn’t proper civilization for miles. There was a shack, not too far away, but they couldn’t possibly repair him with what little supplies were left in there.

But I have to try.

Taking a deep breath, Six removed the shirt from their back, and brought it around ED-E’s body. It was still uncomfortably hot, but it didn’t quite burn them with the layer of cloth wrapped around him.

Slowly, they lifted him up, struggling with the weight of him as they made their way back to the abandoned shack near the train tracks.

The withered moo of a lone Brahmin calf sounded and Six knew they were close. Sweat poured from their brow and into their eyes, the sun shone brightly onto their exposed skin and they grunted with the effort, feeling their arms tremble from the substantial weight they were supporting.

What seemed like an eternity later, they dropped their friend as gently as they could manage at the foot of the front door.

The brahmin calf moo-ed once more, the pitiful sound as desperate as Six felt.

“One– one at a time.” They breathed out as the calf looked at them pleadingly.

Once ED-E was safely inside, they collapsed onto the mattress within, wiping the sweat from their face with their still-hot shirt. Though, as they stared blankly up at the rusting ceiling, a metallic glint in the corner of the room caught their eye, and a spark of hope flared up in them again.

The tools.

Six blinked at the meager offering of scraps and screwdrivers that the workbench in the corner presented to them, and felt a grim determination swell within.

ED-E’s screen had been blank the entire walk, and no beeps had come from him since that first one, but still, with the workbench, with these tools, maybe they could get him to a point where they could leave him long enough to find more parts…

“I can do this.” Six said to themself as they stood. “I can fix you.”

At that, the courier went to work.

Wires were connected and melted back together, his dented shell buffed out, and the metal on his body slowly began to cool so Six could inspect him with greater success.

They seemed to be making progress. They were optimistic, proud of their work.

Maybe I really can fix this.

Yet… ED-E’s screen remained dark, he remained deathly silent, smoke still left him, some dents couldn't quite buff out, and there was still a good chunk of him that was missing completely. Trying to retrieve what was left behind though... that would be impossible, if Six wanted to stay in one piece, that is.

“Alright buddy, you’ve gotta talk to me, okay? Lemme know you’re still there. Just like the first time I woke you up. Give me static, give me a beep, a voice recording, anything.”

They poked and prodded, adjusted, loosened bolts, examined, re-tightened, pieced together what they could, what was left. But ED-E’s response to their work never changed.

There was only silence, and as the sun began to set outside, there was darkness too.

“I can do this.” They whispered to themself, hitting the button on their pip-boy and lighting up the room. “Just like the first time, it was tough, it took time, but I did it. It can happen that way again.”

There was nothing more to do. Not here, not with only these tools, not with all they’d already repaired, as crude as it may have been, it was all they could do with what they had.

“I’m gonna keep that promise I made to you, my friend.” Six grabbed the-- now, cold-- metal ball up into their arms, hugging him close to their chest. “I can take care of you. And dammit, ED-E, I’m going to. Just like that first day when we met, when everyone said it was impossible, everyone told me to stop trying, but I didn't. I couldn't. I'm going to fix you again, and we-- we're gonna meet again, buddy, I promise.”

#2k event #2k celebration #secret event #fallout #fallout companions #fallout new vegas #fallout new vegas companions #ed e fonv #ed e #fnv #ed-e

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the-platelet-queen · 3 months

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20 Questions Writer Tag

Thanks for the tag @justafunctionalmess ❤️

I have two AO3 accounts so I'll be taking from both of them.

How many works do you have on AO3? 32 works, not counting two abandoned works that are not associated with me anymore.

What is your total AO3 word count? 76,137 words

What fandoms do you write for? Oof, so many it's such a long list. As for the ones I've posted: Psych, Bones, The X-Files, New Girl, Victorious, Monk, That 70s Show, Supergirl, Schitt's Creek, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the Shadowhunter Chronicles, and two others I'm not gonna mention because they're cringe. I write for at least double what I listed.

What are your top five fics by kudos? Daddy with 343 kudos (Supergirl; I hate it's my most popular fic, purely because of the title), Walter and Nancy with 239 kudos (Victorious), Sparks Fly with 207 kudos (Supergirl), Sleepover with 143 kudos (Schitt's Creek), and Superstar with 127 kudos (Supergirl again).

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to! I get email notifications of comments, so I really see them on there, absolutely cherish them, then forget to reply on AO3. Sometimes I go on to reply to some in batches. I never know what to say in reply, but I'm so grateful to everyone that comments!

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? The fic with the angstiest ending was Jericho (The X-Files). I've posted like two angsty fics total, and I don't usually write angst.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All of my fics end happy so this one was really hard. I guess I'd have to say Cold Blooded Killer because it's not a traditionally happy fic until the end :)

Do you get hate on your fic? Very very rarely, yes. It's only happened three times. The first time I was so upset about it. The second and third times I'm pretty sure it was the same person (guest account commented) so I just deleted it.

Do you write smut? Yes, but I don't post it. I don't write it very often either, very rare.

Do you write crossovers? Nope, not my cup of tea. I don't read them either.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Probably not. At least not that I'm aware of...

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but I have had someone record an audio of a fic I wrote. Hands down the coolest experience I've had with my writing so far!!

Have you ever co-written a fic? In a way, yes? If writing letters as characters back and forth with my sister counts.

What's your all-time favorite ship? I don't really have a favorite, BUT I guess I choose Mulder and Scully. Because of how they grew old together (I only watched the monster of the week episodes in the revival, but they were so cute together <3)

What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? My Bones high school AU. I've gotten so far on it, but the path ahead is longer. Also, the Boneheads podcast needs to come out so I can rewatch Bones and start writing it again.

What are your writing strengths? Dialogue, probably. I love character interactions, that's what I live for in writing (and also why I write fic). I want to see characters interacting, not necessarily a cool plot, which is why I emulate that in my own writing.

What are your writing weaknesses? Prose. I just don't like writing it (or reading it for the most part).

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I don't know enough about any language to confidently write dialogue for it in my fics. I'd probably get one of my friends who's more fluent in other languages to help me.

First fandom you wrote for? I'm absolutely devastated to share that my first fanfic was for Martha Speaks. I was in second grade and PBS Kids was holding a contest for written stories. Mine ended up over the word limit so I never sent it in.

Favorite fic you've ever written? All of them. Even if the writing isn't as good, it was something I was so proud of at the time, and I can feel that when I read it.

Hmmmm, I'm tagging @bianxiousandcute, @sprqpointintern @that70sshowgoldencouple @thatseventiesbitch @tht70sblog

#the-platelet-queen #writing #tagged #tag game #this was such a walk down memory lane!!#for my that 70s show mutuals. this is alinelovelace lol

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ask-the-royal-absol · 9 months

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@Destino, Felix & Hope: You three better be ready for this, especially you Prime. Once you leave, there is most likely NO COMING BACK. On that note, Perhaps this can be an exception to the light luggage rule (Drops a small bag of 9 Max Revives on the floor) Use them well, Heroes, and may Arceus have mercy on your souls

Destino looked towards you, smirk on their face. They chuckled at the idea of not coming back. How ridiculous.

“Hey buddy, I get you’re trying to make this whole journey sound epic. But the whole “no coming back” thing just ain’t true. Of course Felix and I are gonna come back here when the whole ‘saving the world’ situation is done. You think the surface world is gonna accept us when it’s forced us to be down here our entire lives? Ha, get real,” this sparked a thought in Destino’s head. They needed to ask this. “Speaking of. Hope, where are you from again?”

Mind still preoccupied with thinking about her missing item, she almost didn’t process Destino had said anything to her. Snapping back to the conversation at hand, she replied, “Oh, Terrestria. Why?”

“Ah right, Terrestria. Now, if I remember, you said our kingdoms had some sort of trade alliance, right?”

“Yes.” Terrestria had been allied with the Underdark for roughly 400 years. Each member of the Terrestrian royal family were taught this from a young age and understood how vital it was for their economy to keep this trade relationship going. The ores the Underdark provided were incredibly valuable and it had made the kindgom of Terrestria quite rich with resources to sell and trade to other kingdoms. They had been incredibly lucky that this collaboration between Terrestria and the Underdark had not be discovered by other kingdoms, especially Whimsain.

“And my parents have been to the surface, correct?”

“Multiple times.” Hope remembered the first time she saw Destino’s parents. As a young torchic, she was incredibly intimidated by them. Everyone knew the rumours surrounding dark types and how they’d kill you on the spot. She honestly thought they were there to invade. But, as soon as her father had shown her that they meant no harm, she found them interesting to talk to. She didn’t talk much with them, considering they mainly focused on trade deals with her father. But, when she was able to ask the, a question about themselves or their home, she was always fascinated to hear what they had to say. She definitely enjoyed hearing the funny stories they told about Destino.

“Right. Fuck them both for going without telling me but that’s not what I want to delve into. Did they ever use a disguise up there? Because I’m pretty sure they can’t use illusions or transformations. Then again, they lied about the whole surface thing so who knows at this point.”

“Wow, you’ve actually thought of something smart to ask. Did your single brain cell have to work hard for that one?” A single “oh damn,” from Felix caught Destino’s attention and they turned towards him, giving him a glare. They looked at Hope before speaking.

“Oh yes, real funny. Insult the Pokémon who’s supposed to save the world. I could always stay down here and let the world end.” It’s not like Destino wanted to be chosen to save the world. In fact, they hated every time they were reminded of this grand duty they had to fulfil. Maybe they’ll have to speak with this Pokémon who kept talking to them in their dreams about handing the responsibility to someone else.

“I mean, you are an easy target. Anyway, no, they don’t use a disguise. We’ve got a secret tunnel that is used by them to head straight to Terrestria without discovery. It was built a long time ago so then knowledge about your kingdom and our kingdom’s alliance wouldn’t leak out. You have your disguise so I wouldn’t worry too much about being caught.”

Secret tunnels, eh? Perhaps that’s how the alliance first started, with an accidental tunnel to the Underdark. Destino was curious to find out more about their alliance but they supposed that would have to be a conversation for later on. Destino chucked the bag of max revives to Felix. The Prime had no idea what the clumps were but figured they could be traded for something good on the surface. Felix gave Destino a look, but knew he would have to carry anything the Prime wanted to bring on this journey. Destino looked through a couple of their bags and picked out some black glasses. They tucked them into their soft fur and looked towards their parent’s room, where Hershel was standing outside of it and Roy was busy doing something inside.

“Well. It’s time. Let’s head up to the surface,” Destino said. The tiniest hint of worry entered their voice as they said this.

(5/5)

#pokemon ask blog #pokemon #pokemon askblog #pokemon oc #ask blog #ask the royal absol #destino the absol #pokeask #ask #chapter 3 #hope the Blaziken #Felix the gengar #finally lol #gonna be a bit of story before asks are back open again

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 4 months

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Happy 2024, everyone!

I hope everyone reading this had a fantastic holiday season, and that they got to celebrate and enjoy it exactly how they wanted to. I hope old memories were remembered fondly and that new ones were made to add to the collection. And most of all, I hope the next 366 days (we’re leaping this year, friends!) are so incredibly good to you. 🤍

& now for the annual year end wrap up / new year intentions post

Out with the old…

Woof. I know I was nowhere near alone in having a rough time in 2023. It seemed like so many of us were struggling for various reasons, and I hate that for us. I truly hope that the new year is kinder to everyone.

Personally, it was one of my lowest years all around. Despite there being some really fun high points, I struggled in literally every aspect from creatively to mentally, and at times it was nearly impossible to string two or more good days together. If it weren’t for the love and support of my friends and (some of) my family, I honestly don’t know how I would have gotten through it. Things haven’t changed much just because the calendar flipped, but I’m doing my best to stay afloat and hopeful that things can start to get a little bit better.

Creatively, I let myself down in 2023. Last January I came up with a list of some writing goals that I wanted to accomplish, and friends, I barely made a dent. It was so disheartening that halfway through the year I stopped posting my updates because there basically were none, and focusing on my flops was not doing it for me. Yes, engagement was down and that was a bummer (let’s all scream and shout at each other a lot more this year, deal?), but my main hurdles came from stress and anxiety related to regular life things - and I did a terrible job at cutting myself slack for that. All I did was add pressure to something that has always been fun, and that was absolutely not cool of me.

Especially because there were things I wrote this year that I was actually quite proud of, failed goal list be damned. So this year…

… In with the new!

This year my goal is just to write: What I want, when I want, as much as I want, and as much as I can. I’m going to try to finish as many things as possible while still indulging any new sparks of inspiration. And I’m gonna try to do better at being cool to myself while I’m at it 💁🏻‍♀️

Oh! And! I’m going to try my best to do my part in reviving the engagement level with more reblogs and comments and visits to inboxes.

With all that said, I’m going to try to work on some specific things to start the year, mainly: Recall, Survivor Blues, Unfinished & Aphelion. But with no pressure or time limits or anything like that.

So that’s that on that. A year of lower expectations might be just the thing to get things kicking again. As always, I am so thankful to every single person who supported my writing (and in turn, me) over the past year more than you can possibly know. Wishing everyone lots of luck, love, strength, health and happiness in 2024!!

🤍✨

#happy new year!!!#2024 #2024 writing goals #out with the old #in with the new #✨🤍✨🤍✨

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moonlight-tmd · 4 months

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wait, about the whole prowlbee revival thing, what was sari's take on the fact her best friend died and got resurrected? as well as when she notices prowl becomes clingy to said best friend

Oh yeah, i completely forgot about Sari.

She was there when Bee fell from the Sumdac Tower, she was inside and had to use the elevator to go down- the windows were made to not shatter so she couldn't break one to fly down/go help.

Still, she couldn't even get close because Bulkhead held her away and blocked her view. She only heard Ratchet say Bee's gone to realize he died. She was close to Prowl's level of grief, even if she tried to hide it. Bee was her first friend she ever made, heck he was her only best friend, no one understood her like Bee did.

The only time she saw Bee afterwards was when they all gathered around the makeshift cryopod (special coffin so his frame won't rust) to say their final goodbye- his servos were placed on his chassis, if you excluded the fact he was grey-lifeless it almost looked like he was recharging. She decided to lay him to rest with his favorite plush- she was the one that gave it to him, it was his favorite out of the whole other bunch he got for himself later on, It was a big iconic minecraft bee plush.

After they buried him she flew to the grave at least once a day to 'talk' and leave flowers. She often bumped into Prowl there, but the ninjabot never said anything. Prowl- she was trying to talk to him when he collapsed on the way out to Bee's grave again.

She didn't know how to handle it- she was still so young and learning. She tried her best to get Prowl to come out and socialize, to get him to cheer up at least a little but with no success.

She aided Team Prime and the Elite Guard in fighting and capturing the Decepticons since for Prowl it would be a guaranteed death to be involved in the mission.

Then one day Prowl called Optimus when they were all talking- everyone could hear him scream about Bee's grave being destroyed. When they arrived there was no one at the scene, only the dug up hole and a shattered tombstone. Bulkhead stayed to clean up while Ratchet, Optimus and Sari scattered to search for Prowl and their deceased friend. They searched all night with no success until Ratchet caught a spark signature- no, two signatures, on his radar somwhere far in the forest at dawn. They were all too worried about Prowl to think it wasn't a threat. But surprise surprise- it was Bumblebee, well and alive.

Sari literally tackle-hugged him, closely followed by Bulkhead who gave all 3 a tight hug. She didn't get to talk with him for too long because he urged Prowl to go to recharge with him few hours after they arrived back at base. The next day is when Bee really got to catch up on everything that has happened.

"Geez, uh- Sorry i died on you like that." He tried to joke a little, knowing full well the impact his death brough to them.

"It wasn't your fault..." Prowl chimed in quietly. It wasn't Bee's fault he fell, it wasn't his fault he offlined... Prowl was pretty sure he was spiralling down again before Bee made an upset face and pointed a digit at him. "No. Stop that. No self-hating. No." He scolded him in a similar way one would scold a puppy for chewing on something. "...Okay." He said while seemingly trying to make himself smaller. Only a second later Bee's expression returned to the bright smile as he looped an arm around Prowl's shoulders and continued the talk.

It might have been hard to spot but Prowl actually smiled a little. Sari didn't think much of it because she was overwhelmed herself. But the more time passed she definitelly did notice something changing with the way Prowl acted with Bee; he was worried when Bee took a little too long to get back, he didn't get mad for his little jokes, but most importantly he was always so close to Bee.

She knew Prowl was still recovering but her old self definitelly crept up on her and told her that something's gonna happen between these 2, just like she suspected when the autobots first appeared on earth.

Sure enough, they ended up together. Everyone except Ratchet was so confused when she exclaimed she won the bet- turns out, Sari and Ratchet made a bet long ago whether Bee and Prowl end up together or not. "To be fair, I didn't know you that well back then." Ratchet explained when Sari said he was the doubter, Prowl did join shortly before they all crashed after all. He didn't really care about the bet, so long as his teammates are happy.

Oh well, Sari defo has some fun and teasing when they all recover and maybe forget Bee ever died. Two lovebirds under the same roof as the chaos child is for sure an interesting combo.

Thank you for sending the ask!

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #tfa sari #tfa au #revival!prowlbee

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CHARACTERS -

Co-Site Director Benjamin Oliver Walker - Co-Site Director, (Wise-)Bright's Husband, Founder of The Library, Head of Pedology, but most importantly: good boy extraordinaire and D-9341 variant.

Dr. Jack Bright (Wise) - Holy fuck there's so much to say about him. Chaos incarnate.

Assistant Researcher Emily Ross - Died in The 2012 Catastrophe.. wonder how she's back. (SCP-061-ICE)

Pontos Doe - Himbo intern who's into greek mythology.

Dr. Wilhem Cure - Site Head of Medicine… probably the only LITERAL doctor on-site.

Agent Ulgrin - KYS'd after 2012 Catastrophe. Got SCP-061-ICE'd (trust me you'll see what it is in time.)

Researcher Penelope Normelle - Literally the most normal person here.

Site Director Bjärk Jakobssons - Quick to snap, jeez louise. Can teleport and is omnipotent across the Site.

George Olkassen - Class-D. Everyone calls him Georgie though. Cool kid wannabe.

Electra Macbeth - Longest-running Class-D. Seriously. How is she STILL alive.

Cookie - Nickname for one of the trans characters!! :3

Dr. Alto Clef (Wise) - Oh what a fucking asshole. Seriously. Only showing up when it entertains him. Might be fucking Maynard.

Dr. Akihito Saku - The Foundation's lovable "Head of Safe Classed Objects"; always the goofball.

Dr. Hartwell Artz - The Foundation's controversial "Head of Euclid Classed Objects"; he's better safe than sorry.

Dr. Amberlynn Rhodes - Th Foundation's rather enigmatic "Head of Keter Classed Objects"; it purported she's resistant against kill agents. Basically the middle ground of Saku and Artz. Not gonna snap at you for pressing a button, but still takes her work seriously.

Senior Researcher Thomas Rivbacht - Jeez.. uh… well, he doesn't take care of himself.. at all… he really should. He uh.. misses his family and is extremely depressive. Reclusive, too.

Dr. George Maynard - Mastermind of The 2013 Catastrophe. Forgiven, but scrutinized. Pale white skin since The Chaos Insurgency revived him utilizing a spliced variant of SCP-049's Touch.

Dr. Jack Bright (Emo) - I CHIME IN!! HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF.. CLOSING THE GODDAMN DOOR, NO???

Head Nelson Van Martins - The GOC's Icelandic Head. He lied. He's 16, not 18. Either way, he's here now and ready to stay.

Operative Roxxane Sparkes - Another trnas character!! This one being a member of Site Guard who's easily distracted. ^^

Researcher Carly Rosè Colbert - Espionage for The French Government; truly, The French must be stopped.

Researcher Stella Gospelle - The name says it all; "EVERYBODY LOVES STELLLLAAHHHH!"; drama queen and gossip bitch. She will ruin your life.

Site Head of Ethics, Jessica Parish - One of three. The enigmatic Parish Family. Anyways, besides often being mistaken for a bimbo, she's actually quite fierce and once threatened to rip the throat of Darvann out.

Junior Researcher Alexander Grimmes - "Foundation Head of Neutralized Objects"; but more over, attention-seeking extravagant.

Dr. Michelin Frances - Huh. For "Foundation Head of Thaumiel" objects, he speaks formally, maybe a bit posh, but he isn't god awful!

Dr. Amelia Polynaut - What the fuck is going on with "Foundation Head of Apollyon" objects over here?? Bitch is fucking shattered across time and space, apparently.

Chaos - Agent #080 deployed in Nálægt, Iceland for Site-61 raids. Variant of D-9341. LITERALLY Chaos Incarnate.

Dr. Simon Glass (Wise) - Moral, upright and somewhat skittish. At least his head's in the right place, as is his heart!

Dr. Stelle Shamrock Saraden - A humanoid drone bee! He has trauma to unpack, but first, he has to unpack YOURS! :D

Agent Steve Eastside - of the Eastside channel, probably cool in the head but quick to rage.

Senior Researcher Gemini D. Shirks - or just "Shirks", based off of SCPReadings, though, I suppose I could've also just done Dr. Goods. Either way, very hip! The Researcher all the interns wanna work for since he's just chill like that.

Reseacher James Talloran (Wise) - KILL HIM AG- huh? What. Oh. Oh. Okay. No, no he's fine. Yeah. Uh. 3999's still dead. Thank god for SCP-061-ICE.

Dr. Elias Shaw (Wise) - The Foundation's SCP-963-2.. it worked but.. his mind's being fractured each time he dies.

Dr. Charles Gears (Wise) - Now this is one I haven't actually done. He's monotonous, robotic, downright cold. Anyways, stop observing SCP-914 every waking second of your.. existence? …please?

Dr. Ellis Gill Iceberg (Wise) - Well… at least now he WANTS to be alive… FUCK HE'Z THROWING MOLOTOVS AGAIN

Eve - Yes, as in THE Biblical Eve. She's an MTF Agent now. Who knew she was a bad bitch?

Dr. Agatha Rights (Wise) - Femme fatale… and actually pretty funny. Get past the slut accusations and she's basically an auntie.

Dr. Mary-Ann Walker - Hey! Walker's Aunt— GAH!! WHO'S ALSO SCP-1938-J— MARYNODON'TCLICKTHATKINK GODDAMNIT

Dr. Evans Harper - "You'd better keep your mouth shut, seal yourself lip from lip, else I'll get to cram a mouthful in~!"; loonie. He has flowers growing on him, so pretty, but a loonie.

Agent Convit - STOP FUCKING JACKING OFF IN THE CAFETERIA MAN

General Dravi Kondraki, Junior Researcher Riseo, Dr. Benjamin Kondraki - Are all here too, but I haven't done them yet…

General Patrick Philia - "…ew. Bitch, bitch! DISGUST— DISGUSTING!" (Trust me. No.)

Persons of Interest up for questioning:

Dr. Wondertainment (Wise) - STOP FUCKING TALKING FOR FIVE SECONDS

Liddy Doves, of Doves and Co. Inc. - AND STOP MAKING PRODUCTS THAT MAKE PEOPLE HORNY!!!

Charles Fernando Walker - AND… okay, well, you're fine. You just have to figure out that "Bronze-and-Jade" amulet's SCP-963-3.

SCPs up for questioning:

SCP-999 - The Tickle Monster

SCP-131 - Eyepods

SCP-035 - Possessive Mask

SCP-049 - Plague Doctor

SCP-096 - Shy Guy

SCP-352 - Baba Yaga

SCP-106 - The Old Man

SCP-682 - Hard-to-Destroy Reptile

SCP-079 - Old AI

D-9341 - Respawning Test Subject

SCP-1048 - Builder Bear

THIS LIST IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE. CHECK BACK WHENEVER, THERE WILL BE MORE. :)

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manchasama · 1 year

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Not sure how long this is gonna be, my hand really hurts (and my back just kicking in lol thaaaaanks), just wanna get some thoughts out

Been recovering lately, defo feeling better but not there yet. Been so stressed and busy since, well, November really. But January and February defo took the cake. Work was brutal, but I was taking advantage of an opportunity before it vanished. In a better world, we would have started getting ready back in August when I first started asking (thinking that was late to start planning for the Feb event), but because of politics and all that guff we didn’t even get the go until late Dec/early Jan.

I am not going to get into the details, but rest assured I was working my batutty off. Then I got covid lol. While in another state. *throws hands up*

So yeah, it was about what I expected, with some minor differences. Took a full week off work (which sucked bc half those days were supposed to be vacation recovery days, not sick recovery days), worked from home for a week and a half, and finally went back into the office today (tested negative a few times and took a few extra days anyway, it was fine).

I just have this lingering cough that, guess what! Gets worse when I talk! *snickers* That week off where I just slept a lot, I didn’t have a cough. Minute I get back to work (remote but phone calls), suddenly I start coughing. Bah! So that leaves me pretty tired at the end of the day. Also my back is acting up because of all the sedentary laying around I’ve been doing, but that will work itself out as I get more active again. The biggest problem with today is for some reason my hand feels like it’s cramping up constantly, without actually cramping. owie :(

Anyway, before my hand gives up, I just wanted to get some thoughts out that weren’t just whining. I have been trying to keep my submas interest up (or any interest, let’s be real it’s hard for me to do anything extra when I’m so work tired) through the months, but leaving an avenue to revive the spark when I have the time and energy to work on it. Threw on my submas playlist on the way home, and yeah, I’ve definitely forgotten what songs go to what scenes/ideas other than vibes. Just need to do a few daydreaming sessions to pick some of it back up I think, plus go over my notes and all.

I’ve also been thinking I should just...post the raw ideas to Ao3. Started thinking it when I saw a post going around about how...historians? I forget what their job/passion was, but people who like to ready histories, understand why people liked the stories they saved, highlights and notes in the margins, the every day small loves that don’t make the big history books, that sort of thing. How those people were basically writing a love letter to people who save those little snippets, print out fanfics, things like that.

I think it was another post, might have been the same, that was also encouraging people to use Ao3 as the archive it is. It doesn’t have to be complete works. It’s there to archive the words, that’s all.

So yeah. As much as I want to and intend to try to write the full stories, I’m thinking of just transferring some of the tumblr posts/ideas, some of the snippets from my notes, into Ao3. Because I want to share the stories with people, and if I can’t write them in full, at least I can share the heart of the ideas. I still need to transfer old fics to Ao3 too, unfinished as they are. And I’m kinda hoping that new eyes and new interactions spark my interest again, get my brain going into story-mode again.

I’ve been trying to do some reblogging on my backlog of tumblr stuff. I know I could just hit the heart button. I know I could reblog without comment or tag. But I really like leaving people comments. It’s just another thing that takes a bit of energy, that I haven’t had too much of. But doing a bit at a time is good too!

My pain and energy levels have prevented me from doing much of anything for so long. I can’t say it will change much. I spend time with friends, which don’t get me wrong i love, but it eats into my free time, and more importantly my energy. I have a trip coming up in May, which yeah sounds so far away, but it will be upon me way faster than I expect. Who knows when I’ll have another flare-up (hand plz im almost done), or if work is going to drain me. But now that the hardest is behind me, I’m hoping to keep things reasonable and have a chance to be creative again.

I want to start my garden (made a few small moves toward that). I want to make more bracelets, and maybe sell some (character bracelets! seriously i love my submas bracelets, i wish i could take pictures that do the colors justice). I want to hang out with friends. I want to write. I want to write. I want to write my stories and share them so much. Just need to wrangle my brain together. Balance them to my energy. And not let my responsibilities pull my mood down or stress me out too much (guh just thinking about some of them make me so tired buuuuh).

Okay hand is too ow now. If you made it this far, feel free to let me know what you think about posting the ideas to Ao3, even if I later post a full story about them. Or anything really. Gotta get my brain juices flowing again!

#personal opinions ahead #whine whine whine #but only partially #there's more but for now my hand is giving up lol #want to start having energy and me time again so i can play in fandom #and so i shall

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kiwibirdlafayette · 1 year

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after the battles, yet we cannot win the war (its a mad multiverse out there that's for sure)

hi im back. its timeline time >:] very much still a work in progress, uhh only vague for that I don't wanna spoil Big Things (for no reason, this is really all for fun LMAO no one is gonna wanna produce this)

*obligatory disclaimer, all named characters are in reference to solely the RP characters, and have nothing to do with CCs

the stuff that happens after S2/before Isles isnt as important plus ive rambled about it before

During Isles tldr; Sonja revives Capsize with the help of Spark, Kristin, Phil and Ianite.

Tom returns to the present from Isles, literally falling from a rift and landing facefirst onto the deck of Capsize's boat

Jordan got taken by DreamXD into the DSMP to be trapped in the End Realm- long story short he finds Techno and Phil, they free him, he gets launched far from the Syndicate meeting room, roped into working for Wilburger and reconnects with Tubbo this is all the DSMP Sparklez stuff

When Techno's Syndicate has their ending (the canon one Phil wrote), Rux!Dianite (I'll just refer to him as Dia) uses the anomaly signal caused when Wilbur left to Utah to find Jordan and bring him home with Tubbo (Michael and Ranboo idk they fit in here somewhere im not on about writing this just yet)

Everyone's home yayyy Tom is doin his Mecha Dianite things, everyone's kinda gettin along (not really.. lots of uh. skeletons in the closet. Big Character Conflits). then Boom. Alice Syndicate (and Karl bc he deserves to get saved from whatever the fuck happens to him at the end of Isles im not that far yet LMAO anyways)

Basically. Big Frick. NoWhere (deity of multiverse) has discovered a force that is causing worlds to decay away (ooc: inactive SMPs) explaining why it seems Mianite is getting rotted despite Tom being there aka all 3 gods present

Leads them to Vault Hunters/Hermitcraft universe- long running, no decay, Vault Gods must know something

Tom gets sent there first. Cue confusion thing and him bein a little messed up with his attachment issues to Jordan after he just got his bf back, he fights Pete, gets kicked

X33n (aka deviser gaines who ditched everyone and reinvented himself) and Tubbo talk to VH!Ianite get Tom back, he talks to Vault Gods. Wendarr explains what the force was, now their worlds are untimed. This entity is like a mimic, its hard to find. Suggests they check Hermitcraft

Tom returns, the team prepares. Dia agrees to take Tom's place alongside the S1 siblings temporarily to let him investigate.

On the way to speak to the hermit gods or watchers, theyre intercepted by someone who looks like Martyn inthelittlewood (its not him) in the data streams who says they have information. Jokes on them. its a mimic, and sends them flying off their trail into a random vanilla world.

Its where Tucker went. theres also a witch there too shes chill

They catch up with Tucker, find out where he's been.

Conflict part 23, haven't fleshed this out but ends with Tucker agreeing to join them in their shenanigans one last time

Alice finds traces of the entity in a realm akin to Empires S2, its called Aitheaca.

Through her portal, Tom, Jordan, Sonja, Capsize and Tucker end up in Aitheaca, and are greeted by the fishy Watcher Merina and wither skeleton Cassell, who help them get to safety before Flash can find them

Wag is also there by a random coincidence, has just been hanging out with William and Mianite. Bro's just been travelling about the multiverse for fun

Most story takes place here; Martha's theory is the Ianite in this realm is housing the entity (Jordan agrees.. why else would his lady be evil and hellbent on keeping balance to the point of it being destructive?) Basically, them two's about to have a massive fucking wakeup call. Capsize is skeptical

Back home, Ianite, Dia and Mianite are trying to hold their crumbling realm together with the help of Spark, Mot Jeriah and Alyssa, going back n forth between Ruxomar to pick up quintessence. Its not gone well

Stuff ensues. How it ends? I really don't know yet...

and uh. I mean i do have more but its more spoilery but its for ending things which I'm still working out so yeeee But! That's the gist of it; I really wanna focus on themes of them having to understand things are temporary, the idea of things having to have an end, and when it ends, who will be there to start again with you.

#long post #i didnt wanna use a read more bc it would just give me the ability to keep writing So Much and i need to force myself to be succinct #i shouldnt neeed to say this but just in the rare case this breaks containment. be normal please. be nice. im doin this for fun #lafakiwi writes #mianite: tales of aitheaca #gays on a boat aka multiverse of madness #it should be known over half of this is CC Tom's fault for even daring suggest 'mianite multiverse'#in that goddamn. build competition video #that i have brainrot for other reaosns but anyway anyhoozers #tom syndicate #jordan captainsparklez #sonja omgitsfirefoxx #captain capsize #(and many other characters i wont tag bc ill go insane)#non est ad astra mollis e terra via: smp multiverse #mianite au #mianite

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my-ceiling-is-tilted · 2 years

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The random generation is complete! thank you loads to everyone who submitted ideas, I hope the list lives up to the hype :)

No clue if I'll have time to do every day this year, but I'm gonna give it my best shot haha. Absolutely tag me if you do any art inspired by my silly little word bank, I would love to see it.

Plaintext under the cut ;)

1.) Fugitive

2.) Conceal

3.) Altered

4.) Grime

5.) Gilded

6.) Decay

7.) Smoke

8.) Jewel

9.) Capture

10.) Glow

11.) Rust

12.) Implant

13.) Blade

14.) RGB

15.) Medication

16.) Spark

17.) Nocturnal

18.) Carnage

19.) Guardian

20.) Jaw

21.) Revival

22.) Consume

23.) Preserved

24.) Growth

25.) Surveillance

26.) Time

27.) Technology

28.) Queer

29.) Sleep

30.) Plunge

31.) Genesis

#october prompt list #prompt list #horror #horror art #scifi #scifi art #dystopia #science fiction #inktober #art challenge #dystober2022 #art prompt #drawing prompts #drawtober

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coolcattime · 1 year

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Post-Mianite Timeline

So this is going to be my brief overview of my post-Mianite timeline, along with some brief notes about some character ideas and like just my general thoughts. It also goes like just a couple of important details that would've happened in the original two seasons, just because they're needed for context.

Season One:

Capsize dies a few days after her "death" in the Nether. No one expect Dianite and Ianite know about this. Ianite has sometimes considered sharing what happened, but feels intensely guilty about it and so has kept Capsize's real death to herself.

Season Two:

During her time in the Season Two world, Sonja begins researching necromancy. She says this is in order to aim with bringing Dianite back, but in reality she's hoping to be able to properly revive Capsize when (and she's sure it's a when and not an if) they get back home. The only person to see through her excuse is Martha, who warns her against the idea. Sonja does not listen to this advice.

At some point after Mot disappears, Spark begins to get, for the lack of a better word, haunted. No one is quite sure what is going on, though not really in the mood for it to escalate, decides to begin research into the type of ghosts that inhibit this world.

Post-Timeline:

When those who jumped into the void at the end of Season Two arrive in the Season One world, minus Tom and Jordan. Obviously, this causes quite a bit of panic as no one has any idea where they are or why they've disappeared. They manage to get some conformation that the two are both alive, but not much else.

While attempting to figure out how to use her knowledge of necromancy given that magic doesn't really work the same here, Sonja realises that the realise why Capsize's original revival failed was because her soul fractured. After discovering that a piece of her soul is what's haunting Spark, the two start to work together to search for the rest of the pieces to hopefully revive her sucessfully this time.

After finding enough soul pieces to repair it, Sonja and Spark travel to Capsize's limbo, which is a mostly made up of her fractured memories. Before of them get seperated at some point and discover some memories they probably weren't meant to. Regardless, they reunite and manage to restore the soul of and revive Capsize.

Capsize takes a little used to suddenly being alive again, especially when she realises the memory issues she has and the fact that Redbeard really isn't okay. At the very least she has Sonja helping with the former, though it's slow going when neither of them know everything Capsize has forgotten.

Jordan and Tom reappear about a year after Capsize is revived. I don't know exactly what they remember about their disappearance because I haven't watched Isles and don't know what happens in it. Regardless, they're back and everyone's glad for that. During their reunion with everyone, they learn that Capsize is alive again and are both glad, though Tom and Capsize clearly have the much more friendly reintroduction.

Some like general story ideas:

Capsize attempting to recover her lost memories, or at least figure out exactly what she's lost.

Capsize figuring out her growing feelings for Sonja alongside her old, but very much still there feelings for Ianite.

Sonja dealing with the side effects of (possibly worsening) Flux Flu in a world that really doesn't have the resources to help deal with it.

Tom figuring out literally being a god now.

Capsize and Jordan slowly actually becoming friends.

The Shadows and Furia returning, possibly working together (gonna be honest, mostly focused on the interpersonal conflicts right now).

A lot of trauma recovery.

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starberrywander · 1 year

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My last opinion post has definitely been unpopular based on the responses (which are, so far, filled to the brim with strawman arguments), so I’m gonna make another one because I can.

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History should be studied but it should not be identified with. Study history to learn the consequences of certain actions that have been done before, but don’t try to revive old movements. Make a new movement and give it a new name to represent what you believe, don’t try to argue about what past people believed.

Additionally, don’t cling so hard to old social movements. Let movements die and be replaced with better and more accurate ones as the cultural ideas change as a result of them. Quit trying to manipulate the definitions of movements to shoehorn them into new contexts. Let them die and make something new. All social movements have a lifespan and many have surpassed it. So many of the social movements we hear so much about are on life support and y’all just need to let them pass away. Treat them like a phoenix and birth something new from the ashes. Let history pass, please.

Why? Well this train of thought was sparked by the fact that my MIL’s new husband has a confederate flag on his truck, and the fact that I keep hearing people trying to defend the confederacy. But it does apply to other things, which I will get to.

The problem with this is that it often perpetuates misinformation and self-manipulation. When people try to identify with a group that was founded in a different cultural phase and time, they often try to twist the words and actions of their predecessors to fit their idea of what the movement should stand for. As a result, people start denying history and twisting facts, which can really make it difficult to properly learn from history and make informed decisions. It makes it much more likely that people will repeat history and reverse progress.

As for the self-manipulation, people cut themselves off from the reality of their own history. They refuse learn and as a result end up repeating things that should not be repeated, simply because they won’t admit to themselves that the movement they are adhering to is outdated and flawed. It also can cause them to see people who try to correct them as enemies, creating divisions and polarization between groups. People who adhere too much to outdated groups run a serious risk of lying to themselves and perpetuating their own biases, causing more harm than good.

Obviously as I said above this sentiment was originally targeted at the type of people who fly a confederate flag but insist that it isn’t about slavery or even that it’s anti-racist. They will often debate history and twist facts in order to allow themselves to continue believing that the confederates were people who would agree with them. They misinform themselves in order to make their views consistent, and in the process they deny both themselves and their beliefs the ability to grow and adapt.

But this isn’t just about confederate supporters. This is also about other movements. Particularly, Feminism.

I know, I have often identified myself as a Feminist. I am not saying that the ideas of modern feminists are bad. I am not shitting on the intention and goals of feminism. I am absolutely not trying to compare feminism to the confederacy, so please don’t assume that from this post. But that label, and all the historical baggage associated with it, is on life support. Its definitely getting to a point where it needs to die out and be replaced, because the culture is changing. Feminism is not a bad thing, don’t misunderstand me here. But we are reaching a point in our society where it is becoming outdated. Or at least, its being over extended (there are still a few cases where it is relevant; the lack of female-bodied crash test dummies, for example. There are still some systemic injustices that need to be addressed, I’m just saying the movement is reaching its limits in many ways). In order for it to apply to the things that it has evolved to encompass, the definition has to be stretched so thin it feels like its about to snap. It continues being rebranded and expanded and there are tons of different types of Feminists from various different fracture points that all argue about what “real” Feminism is.

My biggest example of this is the term “Intersectional Feminism.” It’s gaining tons of popularity and is a wonderful movement, but the things it stands for are not strictly feminist anymore. Its a social equity and justice movement, but its too broad to be fully encompassed by the term “Feminism.” The reasoning for why it is specifically feminist feel forced or over-stretched. The use of the word feminism, because of the historical context of feminism, often gives people the wrong impression. The movement is confusing to people because of the over-identification with a term that no longer properly fits. The term “Feminism” is holding the Intersectional Feminism movement back, imo. We can’t just keep redefining what Feminism is, we need to make a new movement altogether so we don’t need to do mental gymnastics to make our ideas fit a movement that was not built to contain them.

In the case of Feminism, the over-adherence to it is watering down its meaning. Its holding back new movements and wasting a lot of people’s time. Its making the term start to lose its meaning because its been stretched too thin. Trying to make Feminism encompass so much beyond its original intent is damaging to the legacy of the movement. Its muddying the waters and making things unnecessarily complicated. Sometimes you just need to admit that you are a different thing and break away, and that is certainly the case with a lot of modern Feminism, in my opinion.

I also think LGBT+ is beginning to reach this point. I wouldn’t say its on life support or anything, but its progressed pretty far through its lifespan. I think that sometime soon it should probably be replaced with something like MOGAI to adjust to the cultural changes. But thats not like an imminently necessary thing, just a personal opinion of mine. It’s mostly because our ideas of gender and attraction are evolving and we can’t just extend the acronym forever. Trying to individually include and define every identity within a single name is not an approach that is going to work for much longer, plus it kinda enforces a sort of rigidity in identity that is starting to decrease in popularity.

In summary; if you have to ignore history, reinterpret history, or redefine your movement in order for it to fit what you stand for, that’s a sign that you should probably just create a new movement and leave the old one it the past. Don’t try so hard to adhere to something that doesn’t fit, its only gonna hold you back.

Anyway, I hope this isn’t as divisive as my last opinion post. I’ve had this on my mind for a bit and I hope I’m not the only one who feels this way.

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