i should have a text post tag probably

I am really tired yall.

Lemme just preface this with saying that I am a writer. I have been writing for most of my life. I have taken actual classes about writing and about what fiction can offer you, me, and people as a whole. I have won an award for something that I wrote. I know and love fiction, be it in written form, graphic novels, or film. It is all so good and complex and it’s something I am passionate about. That said, let’s get into this.

A good majority of the discourse that goes on in most of the fandoms I’m in stem from the idea that violence and forbidden sexual acts in fiction will encourage those actions in reality. It is important to know, firstly, that the only time this happens is when a person is immature enough or not mentally healthy enough to distinguish reality from fiction. Growing up, my parents would often stop horror movies (back when I first started watching them) to ask me questions. To be fair, they were pretty shitty people, but in this one aspect, they were so good about making sure I knew this difference. “You know this is just a movie, right? None of the stuff on the tv is real.” They’d assure before continuing the film.

It’s not real.

Now, half of the stuff I read or watched back then was nowhere near pushing boundaries or making me think critically about society or whatever. However, I knew that what I watched wasn’t real. It was images on a screen. If I don’t like what I’m seeing, I can walk away. It doesn’t have to affect me, personally,  unless I let it.

Now, lets circle back. School. College. I took a writing class that used this book:

Granted, it was a screenwriting class and most of the chapters were about various script formats, but the beginning chapters focused on why we write and why we make the stories we do.

It had a section in it describing how human needs and desires are met through fiction. It detailed those needs in a list. This list:

Please draw your attention to the ones on the list that say that fictions helps people to:

Be purged of unpleasant emotions

To have vicarious but controlled emotional experiences

To confront, in a controlled situation, the horrible and terrible

To explore taboo subjects without guilt

Just because you personal don’t need various forms of ‘taboo’ media, doesn’t mean that others don’t. Media, in all of its forms, is a way for people to explore things safely. It’s an outlet that doesn’t harm anyone and it offers the creator and viewer/reader a safe way of exploring the complexities of situations (or in some cases relationships) that these people do not want to be involved in irl. Because we can distinguish reality from fiction. Because none of us are going out killing people or getting into abusive relationships or fucking our sibling.

While being critical of the media we consume is important and it is vital to dissect the whys of the media being created, there is a line between creating open discussion about these taboos, about the society and personal experiences that makes one need these outlets, and verbally abusing and harassing strangers.

If you want to create a dialogue about media or a ship you don’t agree with, fine. Talk about it. Dissect it. Really dig deep into the human condition and the psychology behind these outlets, but don’t shame people for them to the point of telling them to kill themselves or telling them they are human garbage or what the fuck ever.

Fiction isn’t always meant to be picturesque. It’s not always going to be SFW. If that isn’t your cup of tea, then great. Stop going into the tags of things that make you feel unhealthy. You do you. Keep yourself safe. Stop continuously exposing yourself to content that you can’t swallow. To keep getting involved, to keep harassing people, to keep abusing strangers shows that you don’t give a damn about the content. You need an excuse to bully someone else and indulge in holier-than-thou circle jerks with other people who also have no sense of what fiction is for.

Let me tell you about the lengths I will go to write a character narrative while I am playing Dragon Age.

I made a Dalish Mage Inquisitor and I wanted her to have a reputation of being underestimated, only to be the single most terrifying mage in the history of Thedas. I had one specific thing I wanted to do to fulfill that. 

So I started with Frost Step, then I found the ‘explode on kill’ fade-touched metal and crafted the fuck out of a ice staff. Then I added the perk that Frost Step causes damage as the Inquisitor passes by. Preparations complete. 

Then, at a much lower level that I should have, I found that punk ass dragon in the Hissing Wastes. After a fierce and drawn out battle, all of my companions are face-down in the dirt, I am at last one standing. The Dragon is at a sliver of health. Now is my chance. 

I frost step across the flied and ram right into it’s head. It explodes it a pop of blood and guts.

My tiny baby Inquisitor head-butts a dragon so hard it explodes into a fine pink mist. 

I picture Iron Bull at the camp that night, looking over the camp fire at this tiny blonde pixie woman cleaning dragon blood out of her ears, knowing damn well what he saw and not knowing if he should allow himself to believe it. 

We should have a Tumblr tag for robotic pets in general! (Like Furby, Aibo, Pleo, I-Cybie, etc.) This whole blog is about sharing my robotic family and I love seeing and hearing about everyone else’s robotic pets, but I currently have to search each type of robot’s tag separately and usually miss posts about less common/popular robots because of this! I’m not sure about what to use, but I feel like this would be really helpful for me, and probably a lot of others as well!

Attention ONS fandom

The time for spoilers is once again approaching. (I don’t know exactly when, please don’t ask) Please remember to not repost the spoiler pictures unless given the okay by the original poster. (Which I’m sure won’t happen, but who knows) They have made it very clear and will likely continue to make it known they don’t allow reposting. And they do find these things out, so it’s better to respect their wishes and remain better safe than sorry so they continue posting. Thanks guys!

dex and nursey totally do the thing where they always ask each other if they can have weird pets all the time. like. dex sends nursey that video of the foxes screaming at each other and he’s like “im adopting them” and nursey is like “sweet their names are Turnip and Kale” and dex is like “Kale is a stupid name and i hate your vegan ass” and nursey is like “not in front of the children kale is still at that impressionable age”

Later nursey sends dex a picture of an elderly beekeeper looking really happy and content in her lil mask surrounded by her bees and he’s like “i want to be her” and dex is like “same” and then they plan their future as cute little old man beekeepers and nursey calls dex ‘honey’ and dex turns on receipts and doesn’t reply for 5 hours

they’re cuddling one night and dex is playing with nursey’s hair and scrolling through facebook or twitter or something and he shows dex a video of goats doing obstacle courses and he’s like “i want all of them” and nursey is like “me too lets get a hundred goats” “TWO hundred goats” “a million goats” “a goat army” 

nursey likes to show dex pictures of weird breeds of lizards and be like “what’s this” and sometimes dex makes up weird names for them or he’s just like “my new pet” and nursey shrugs and is like “fair. what if it’s poisonous” and dex is just like “then i’ll feed him to you in your sleep” “cool love you babe” “(dragon emoji)” “can you just say you love me too like a normal boyfriend” “love you, derek” “:) <3” “(seven dragon emojis in a row)”

dex: can we get an anteater
nursey: why
dex: to eat the ants
nursey: fair

nursey: can we get a bear cub
dex: where would we keep a bear?
nursey: probably in the forest
dex: we dont have a forest
nursey: ok but when we GET a forest
dex: i mean, yeah. when we get our forest it will probably come with bears. 

dex: ive always wanted a frog
nursey: like what kind of frog
dex: just like. all of them. 
nursey: thats a lot of frogs
dex: we should get a really big house and make the upstairs a frog museum with every single type of frog
nursey: sounds like a plan

(this is inspired by my friend’s tags on this post)


tagged by the super sweet @ancientouroboros who knows I could use some distractions.

Rules: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, then tag some people.

I’ll answer what I can ♥

a- age: 24

b - biggest fear: Giving up/Giving in.

c - current time: 11:00am

d - drink you last had: energy drink

e - every day starts with: Hmm… coffee? Though I’m trying to stop that. Probably waking up for a few minutes checking the internet.

f - favorite song: God knows. Song stuck in my head a lot at the moment is Burn from the Hamilton Soundtrack though. And Vegas Lights by Panic always makes me feel a bit more alive.

g - ghosts, are they real: Who knows. All I know is I apparently scared my mum as a kid cause I had an imaginary friend that I spoke to but they only lived in one room of the house and I have no recollection of it. Bonus - I still dislike one of the rooms in the house because of nightmares as a kid/waking up and something being in the room with me.
But heh, probs just my brain being it’s usual awful self.

h - hometown: Seaside tourist town. Comes alive in summer but that’s about it. Also known locally as ‘God’s Waiting Room’.

i - i love: Family. Friends. Spring time flowers. Writing. Video games.

j - jealous of: uhm… You know I don’t know. I’d rather wish people luck and be happy they’re doing well? I guess people who have good time management, but mostly I’m just in awe than anything else.

k - killed someone: I mean, I’ve been told I have by writing angst or cavity inducing fluff ;p (I think the most memorable is still ‘soul crushing’)

l - last time you cried: Last night when I was meant to be sleeping. Before I finish writing this while at work? Who knows, maybe.

m - middle name: Dawn

n - number of siblings: One

o - one wish: Heh. At the moment this is far too personal. I just wish I could fix everything.

p - person you last called/texted: A friend, probably rambling about the d&d campaign we’re meant to be starting soon. The irritation of a creative mind that can’t share anything because they’re the DM and you’re gonna be in the campaign… honestly I need to know so it’s not fair at all that she can’t share.

q - questions you’re always asked: Hmm. Family it’s usually “How’s the motorbike doing?” or “When are you going to get a job in archaeology?” As if you can just … do that. Or something along the lines of “Why do you write so much when you don’t get paid for it?” one way or another whenever I’m excitedly rambling about stories.

r - reasons to smile: The ‘Random Acts of Kindness’ Tag. Good friends and family all over the world. Stories falling into place. Shenanigans.

s - song last sang: Uhhhhh either Burn or Everything’s Alright from To The Moon. Probably Burn because I needed to belt out some excess emotion.

t - time you woke up: 6:30am. Which is actually kind of nice considering the 4:30am start on Wednesday and the 15 hour shift from that point onwards.

u - underwear color: …yeah that ain’t happening.

v - vacation destination: I wanna travel lots of places! But as we’re going to Gran Canaria some point this year I’m gonna say there ^o^

w - worst habit: Hmmmmm. Probably doing anything possible to not think about the things i should be doing? No, tell a lie- forgetting to eat or drink if I get in the zone/busy. One time at uni the only reason I noticed I hadn’t eaten was because I stood up too fast in the library after a days work on my dissertation.
I’m trying my best though! Trying to make habit trackers and everything to get enough food/water/sleep a day if I can.

x - x-rays you’ve had: Jaw, Hip/pelvis, Arm, Foot… Chest? Can’t remember, had lots of tests Chest/Abdomen wise last two years. But that’s still more than I thought.

y - your favorite food: I have such a sweet tooth I can’t even.

z - zodiac sign: Taurus- I’m a stubborn bull >8/ (Or I think I’m right on the cusp so it’s always amusing to think ‘Cusp of Power’ ♥)

Tagging - whoever wants to do this. This was just a good distraction for me ♥

Chasing The Sun Part 3: The Abyss - An Elucien Fic

Part 1 is here. Part 2 is here. 

Title: Chasing The Sun Part 3: The Abyss 

Summary: Lucien returns from war battered and bloody but on the surface unharmed. The horrors of war take his toll on him however. Violence/blood trigger warning and it’s generally just quite angsty. I decided to split the final part into two to make it a bit more manageable so there’s one to go after this!

Teaser: “Lucien!”The cry blazes through him like a shooting star through the cold, empty expanse of the night sky.
Lightning bursts into his bones, crackling along his nerves, jolting his  silent heart as it begins to beat again for her.
He looks up in time to see her hurtling towards him. Her hair is unbound it flies behind her like a golden river. Her skirts billow like storm clouds around her a moment before she throws herself into her arms. Rocking back he absorbs her, balancing them both as she clings to him.

Link: AO3 




Another step. Another. And another. And another.

Every movement is an effort. As though he’s having to drag himself through waist high mud that keeps pulling him back and  sucking him down and threatening to drown him with each pause. But not pausing is almost impossible. It’s too hard. Too much. He’s too hollow, too cold, too tired, too shattered. Stopping now would be the easiest thing in the world. Sinking to his knees and letting this world finally claim him would be the simplest thing he’s ever done. Taking each step on, choosing to keep going, might be the hardest.

There’s a disconnect between his body and his mind – his body feels so far away. It’s as though it’s not really his at all, as though it belongs to someone else, as though it’s not really him at all. To him it’s little more than a puppet. A puppet with tangled strings that rarely obeys his commands and only makes it easier to fall. 

More than once he wonders why he bothers. More than once he wonders why he doesn’t just sink to his knees and let the ragged abyss he can sense on the fraying fringes of his awareness sweep over him. Why he doesn’t just let it drain him, damn him, doom him to the nothingness that’s spreading through him. He wonders why he fights, why he tries, why he doesn’t just give up.

Numb. He’s gone numb to everything. His battered, blood-drenched body aches with every step. It protests every movement that jars the injuries that haven’t yet healed. He barely feels it. 

The lands around him, which have melted into vaguely familiar surroundings now, a part of him manages to recognise as home blur. It doesn’t feel like home. The warm spring breeze that rustles through his braids doesn’t soothe him as it should. There’s no rush of relief, no sudden lightness, no soft smile to tug at his lips in response to the comfort of returning somewhere safe and known and good. The paths he’s walked and ridden and lost himself in for centuries belong only to some distant part of him that may as well be a stranger for all that he understands it now.

 Only the discordant music of war is remotely real to him in this moment; distant and faint though it is. It's an echo of the horrors he experienced, a ghost of the nightmares the world had made real and forced him to walk through again.

Drums. Pounding and pounding and pounding like the steady heartbeat of an idle god that viewed this battle as he would a game of chess. Lucien has no illusions about the part he had to play in it all. He was a pawn. A sacrifice if it would further the cause of the king. A shield for the more valuable players when he could not even be that. The role he had always played.

The clash of steel on steel bursts through him, at odds with the even, eternal drums. It had no beat of its own, each instance part of an individual dance and song. And doesn’t care about anything that exists beyond it. The shrieks of Fae and horses alike become a hideous, toneless, wailing cacophony that surrounds him and smothers him. He doesn’t think it will ever stop ringing in his ears. It will haunt him to the day the Mother takes him home.

The screams he is responsible for will never leave him. Those caused by the wounds that he dealt on that killing field and those that will answer the dead from the throats of the damned – those that loved the people he killed today – will never leave him.

Stumbling, he forces himself on. Though his mind still walks across that battlefield- through blood and gore and fear- not taking in anything around him. He wants nothing more than to stop, to collapse out here and let it all consume him – as it should. 

But every time it threatens to win, to beat him and destroy him, she stops it. Every time it sweeps in to overwhelm him he sees the light that dances in her rich, dark velvet eyes. Or he hears the gentle music of her laughter. Or feels the quiet press of her lips against his; what he truly recognises and knows is home.

Her name repeats in his soul over and over and over again – Elain, Elain, Elain, Elain, Elain.

A heartbeat. More real and present to him than the hollow emptiness that is all that’s left of the heart he might have had before it was shattered by war. He’s never sure if it comes from within him- the only flicker of light amidst a body built of black hollows and ash dusted bones. Or if it’s from her. Something she sends down their bond whenever she feels him getting lost, gently guiding him back home to her.

Whatever the cause it keeps him going. It’s a drive, a want, a necessity. More than food or sleep or warmth or air he needs her.

Through the dense haze of his exhaustion he has this tie to the world. The world that still feels so distant and remote to him he wonders if it was ever real at all. He needs to see her again. The way her brassy hair fans across his chest catching the golden light of early morning that gilds their room. The way her deep brown eyes crinkle when she smiles. The shape of her delicate lips when they bend around his name.

He needs the scent of her, sweet and fragrant. He needs the scent of them- her soft sweetness tempered by his fiery spice- to fill his lungs and wash away the blood mist that taints them now. He needs to feel the softness of her lips against his. He needs to hear her mumbling thoughtlessly in her sleep. He needs to watch her humming quietly to herself while she potters about the garden buried under one of her big floppy hats.

That need, the ache to be with her again keeps him upright whenever he stumbles. And the bond. The bond he’d felt her seize and pull with every ounce of her strength when death’s cold whisper had skittered through his bones. The bond that had pulled him back from the darkness that had sought to damn him. The bond that still hums within him – the only thing that tells him he’s still here, that his soul is not yet utterly, irrevocably lost. The bond that shows him how to get home. The bond that pulses with her quiet, anchoring presence and keeps him moving forwards. His lighthouse in the midst of a violent storm. The bond that stops him from breaking entirely.

The manor comes in to view at last and Lucien drags his weary body through the over-bright gardens. They now look garish and tasteless to him.  The rich vibrant colours seem out of place in a world that’s so full of the blacks and greys and soulless emptiness of death and war.

Up the sloping gravel path and finally to the steps that lead to the doors behind which his love waits for him.


The cry blazes through him like a shooting star through the cold, empty expanse of the night sky. Lightning bursts into his bones, crackling along his nerves, jolting his  silent heart as it begins to beat again for her.

He looks up in time to see her hurtling towards him. Her hair is unbound it flies behind her like a golden river. Her skirts billow like storm clouds around her a moment before she throws herself into her arms. Rocking back he absorbs her, balancing them both as she clings to him.

Her arms wrap so tightly around him it’s as though she’s trying to crush the breath from his lungs. But it makes him feel safe. Being in her arms again, he feels grounded and real, less like he’s slipping away from himself into nothingness.

Elain buries her face into the crook of his neck. Slowly he lifts his arms from where they hang limp and lifeless at his sides and wraps them around her slim form. Something snaps in him at the action. It’s the first he’s wanted to make since dragging himself from that killing field. The first thing he hasn’t had to fight with his body to do. The first thing that’s felt right. 

Instinct slams into him like a vanguard changing through enemy lines, shattering a part of the numb wall that surrounds him. Surging against her he grips her tightly and lifts her off her feet. Some unknown vestige of strength in his hollowed, wrecked body keeps him from crumpling.

Gasping for breath Lucien burrows his face against the soft skin of her neck. Then he places her name over and over and over again. His breath beats against her again and again like the drums that still pound endlessly in his bones.

Trembling he cradles her against him, digging his fingers deep into her thick brassy curls. The numb daze that still fills his empty mind continues to assault him but she helps. Mother bless her she helps.

She’s the only thing left that actually feels real to him. The rest of the world is slipping away from him like sand through a sieve. It feels like a dream he’s just woken up from and the more he tries to remember the more he forgets. As it all melts away leaving him alone, terrified, in the blank emptiness, only she remains- solid and eternal. Something no-one and nothing can ever take away from him.

His mate. His anchor when he’s adrift in the flat, interminable sea that surrounds him. It waits to claim him, to drag him into the still abyss that claims to offer peace. But however hard it pulls at him, however fiercely his demons tug him down her hold on him is stronger. She keeps him tethered to the this world, to her and she refuses to ever let him go.

Taking a deep breath that shudders through them both Lucien buries his face in her thick hair and breathes her in. That scent, the scent of her, of them, their mating bond fills him. Her arms tighten around his chest, holding him close. Somehow – somehow- she manages to keep all of his broken pieces together to stop him shattering entirely.


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A-Z meme

Tagged by @a-million-chromatic-dreams​ and @silver-stargazing​ (Thank you!!!)

Rules: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, then tag up to 10 people plus the person who tagged you.

a- age: mumbles then adds in some cheesy proverb about how it doesn’t matter.

b - biggest fear: driving, seriously hurting someone else by accident

c - current time: 4:37 pm

d - drink you last had: chocolate milk

e - every day starts with: confusion over what I should be doing

f - favorite song: Hrmmm.  Too many to choose from and I don’t have one that’s standing out over the others at the moment.

g - ghosts, are they real: Probably.  I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised if they are.

h - hometown: Edmonton, Alberta

i - in love with: (platonically or in reference to interests) my family and friends, the fact that cats and lizards exist, writing, and art

j - jealous of:  People who have rational fears like heights or spiders rather than ones that affect them every day like talking on the phone and driving.

k - killed someone: Not that I know of

l - last time you cried: Erm…  I don’t actually know.  Probably during PMS at some point.  I feel like there was some instance after laugh-crying at the “wandows” error post on here.  

m - middle name: anne

n - number of siblings: None.  It’s lonely.

o - one wish: That I could finally get my shit together and not fail again.

p - person you last called/texted: my partner in crafting and costuming shenanigans and good friend for shit…  18 years.  

q - questions you’re always asked: “You don’t drive?” and “Why don’t you drive?”

r - reasons to smile: The world is a vast place where beauty still exists and there are still good people trying to do the right thing and to preserve all that is pleasant in this world for future generations.

s - song last sang: Hrm.  Probably Sweet Caroline because it was playing on a bus and a bunch of people were singing along.  

t - time you woke up: er…  10 something?  But I didn’t go to sleep until 5 am sooo *shrugs

u - underwear color: Usually white.  Easy to wash and no dyes pressed up against me all day.  

v - vacation destination: I’ve been wanting to revisit the desert again.  Maybe someplace out west in the US or back to Uluru or something.  

w - worst habit: Chewing my bottom lip when around people.  

x - x-rays you’ve had: IDK…  Teeth several times for sure.  

y - your favorite food: Mac and cheese.  And ice cream.  And practically any kind of soup except anything with broccoli or fish in it.

z - zodiac sign: Gemini  (my birthday is the day after the Stan twins…)

Tagging with no obligation:  @x-i-l-verify @themadcapmathematician @masked-fox-creations @bill-beauxquais @halcon24 and anyone else who would like to do this!

About an eternity ago (i’m not even kidding) (it’s probably been MONTHS) (at least) (yeah i’m a very lazy person), @ykantthelmaread tagged me and i’m finally finding the courage to do it today.

Rules: In a text post, list 10 books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard - they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag 10 friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them!

1 – La Horde du Contrevent, Alain Damasio
2 – The Second Sex, Simone de Beauvoir
3 – The Chaos Walking Trilogy, Patrick Ness
4 – The Malaussène serie, Daniel Pennac
5 – His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman
6 – Lonesome Dove, Larry McMurtry
7 – Will Grayson, Will Grayson, John Green & David Levithan
8 – Les Combustibles, Amélie Nothomb
9 – The Deerslayer, James Fenimore Cooper
10 – Little Big Man, Thomas Berger

and i’m tagging @whisperednotes and @jack-lll-white and whoever wants to do it that’s it you’re tagged

10 Fics + 1 More That You Should Probably Read

Rules: In a text post, list 10 fics that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard - they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you, Tag 10 friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure your friends know you’ve tagged them!

Bonus Personal rule: One fic per fandom pairing. 

Thank you @ratbagqueen for tagging me, I shall attempt to follow your rules, but, uh, I may break the personal rule. I shall also avoid repeating the great fics you mentioned, but if anyone’s curious, go check them out HERE cuz, yeah, they were great fics.

My recs are as follows, mostly in order of how I discovered ships:

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I know that almost every single person in the roleplay community is frustrated with the tags. Promoting roleplays is absolutely soul draining and feels like a wasted effort when you could spend your time roleplaying with your group.

I, and a few of my other rp community friends, have put together an alternative way to promo and look for rps. Instead of modifying the “rp” and “rpg” tags, we propose a new list of tags.

Now, we know that a lot of people do not like the use of the “lsrpg” tag because of it’s original intention to segregate certain types of rps from others. This is not what these tags are intending to do. Their purpose is to classify, and therefore make it easier for those who would like look for specific things. 

Here is our proposition:

  • rppromo

This is for any group roleplay promoting itself. The only thing we want to see tagged with this is a promo for the rp which traditionally means the graphic, description, and links.

What we do not want to see: admin notes, follow notices, updates, events, etc. Anything that is not a “traditional” promo.

The reason behind this is that people aren’t looking for that. They’re not wanting to join your rp based off of admin notes, especially not if they’re using this tag. Posting those types of things will not serve you in getting applications, just in turning people away.

  • rpbiopromo

This is for bios, traditionally including the bio graphic(s) and the actual text biography. It should probably also have links back to the main page, especially if you are using a separate promo blog.

This is for people to find general bios. I created the “lsbio” tag awhile back, but I think this is a much better alternative.


Other tags that can include both bios and promos are:

  • biorppromo
  • ocrppromo
  • skeletonrppromo
  • applessrppromo

That way, people can look through those tags and find the same level of information but more specific to what they want.


Smaller rps deserve the same level of organization.

  • 1x1rppromo
  • smallrppromo
  • indierppromo

1x1, small rp, and indie can, of course, include more information regarding their plots so that people are aware, but they don’t belong in the group roleplay bio tags. That’s not what people are looking for.

Please do not post starters, asks, events, or anything non-promotional related in these tags. With indie rp, there is an entirely different code of conduct, so use your best judgment in how you promote your indie character without frustrating those looking for partners.


We definitely can see this going to more genre specific tags! Such as scifirppromo, mobrppromo, etc! We welcome the use of them, and if people want to submit to me to make a masterlist of tags in use, I’d be happy to supply one!


The dreaded word. Right now, this word has a horrid taste in all of our mouths. We only encourage people to kindly mention that the content posted in the tag is not what the tag is meant for. 

We do not want another lsrpg fiasco in which people were too afraid to post in the tags for fear of getting attacked. That is in no way acceptable under any circumstances. THIS IS A ROLEPLAY. It is meant to be fun. If someone doesn’t listen, move on. But if you choose to approach them, make sure you let them know in a kind, friendly manner, and that posting the wrong sort of content hurts their reputations. Remember to speak to them as you would want to be addressed yourself.


People are still going to do what they want. But it’s a step in the right direction to clean up our act and make it easier for us all to roleplay the way we want to. Not everyone will agree, and that’s just the nature of the entire community. But we should recognize that by promoting ourselves, we need to take into consideration those who we are promoting for. 

We need to make sure that everyone can navigate and find things, and these tags don’t become the terrifying wasteland that we know the “rp” and “rpg” tags to be.

i’ve literally been sitting here trying to think of the perfect graphic for kh week’s fave character but i’m a failure so instead have 15 reasons why you should love riku as much as i do:

  1. little riku is cute as heck and wanted nothing more than the strength to protect his friends and loved his friends to pieces
  2. riku’s hair is so pretty like?? who gave you the right honestly
  3. he’s a white haired boy that doesn’t die (probably)
  4. HIS EYES ARE MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN THE MOST PRISTINE OF GEMS  they are just so gorgeous wowzers
  5. BELLY BUTTON VEST!!!!!!!!
  6. has the cutest friendship with his best friend? ultimate friendship, exceeds most friendship standards by a mile, 10/10 would dive into your heart to save you
  7. has a very questionable relationship with a mouse but manages to at least make it cute somehow
  8. riku is at the height of fashion. wears clothes under his clothes and shoes inside boots in kh2 even though they technically should have been too small for his then-ansem body how much dedication to fashion is that?
  9. is not a smooth talker, lady killer, or any other bad boy cool kid trope and cliché; riku is a certified NERD who is probably a huge softy on the inside. the kind of soft where if you were to drop your $5 ice cream bowl on the ground he’d either a) give you his or b) immediately offer to buy you a new one
  10. keyblade master sounds pretty hot tbh (ok that’s probably just me)
  12. sleeveless vest!!!!!!!!
  13. doesn’t know how to really talk to girls and probably has no idea when one is trying to flirt with him (regardless if the flirting is meant to be a joke or not)
  14. admits to being an asshole in kh1 and regrets his mistakes but worked hard to accept and overcome them and honestly likely has the best character development in the game so far
  15. likely won’t let the title of ‘master’ get to his head and will probably always have problems with his insecurity and will always feel guilty for his betrayal in kh1

i could add more but this is a list and not a novel goodbye

*please dont delete text, it wont show up on your fab blog*


so ive decided to redo my faves tab, i think its a good time since i recently hit 5k so yeah keep reading if youre interested :-)

rules and stuff:

  • please be following me, oxyqn - its only fair and otherwise you will have a 0.00001% chance
  • reblog this post at least once, the more you reblog the higher your chance
  • for a better chance message me why you think you should be in my faves or tag a post with #oxyqn
  • i will probably pick the winners around the start of july but this post must get a decent amount of notes
  • blogs will most liktlu be pale/glow or glow or dark pale aha

winners/my faves will get:

  • random promos omg, group and individual
  • a new bestie aka me
  • a spot in my favs tab for at least 3 months
  • a bookmark to your archive so i will constantly queue off you
  • i promise you will gain!!!

this photo and edit is completely mine btw - so get reblogging guys :-)))

Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay the episode bored me A LOT but anyway

Let’s talk about Stydia and why you shouldn’t worry…for now


  1. Marrish isn’t a threat. Yes they might have a “supernatural connection”, it’s natural that Lydia might feel something towards him *i mean look at the man*, but they won’t last. The sooner they’ll kiss and stuff and the sooner it’ll be over. You can see when a couple is a endgame couple. They are not.
  2. It’s obvious Stiles will try to rebuild his relationship with Malia. I mean come on! Wouldn’t you do the same? He understands he didn’t give her the attention she deserves because of what happened. Stiles didn’t talk with her about what he did, what he was hiding, Malia figured that out but she didn’t talk with him about it. This is the first symptom, the not talking. They will try to repair their relationship but they will probably realize that it won’t work.
  3. It’s the same old story. Stiles and Lydia are being build to be “a boyhood crush turning into possibly adult love”, probably they won’t get together during high school, maybe when they’ll finish it. What I’m trying to say is that Stydia will get together at some point, BECAUSE IT IS OBVIOUS. Don’t lose hope everytime they don’t have scenes together, until they’ll be 40 there’s still time. Endgame couples take time. A loooooooong time full of bad written episodes and obstacles. ALWAYS REMEMBER THIS PLEASE.

Though you should get angry about the lack OF LYDIA FLAWLESS SUNSHINE MARTIN just sayin’

On reblogging art:personal policy

I saw a post going around telling people that if you reblog art, to only put comments in the tags.

I was going to reblog this, because it is completely antithetical to the way I view art and fandom, but I realized that I should probably write my own thing instead of hijacking someone else‘s post.

First off, don’t speak for all artists.  Ever.  We all have different feelings about how we want our art shared, and the way I want my art shared is not the way you want yours shared.  Every artist has a right to ask for different things.

I want people to reblog my art WITH their comments in the text of the post. Don’t put your comments in the tags!  That means they’re not rebloggable and other people won’t see them. I want to see everything you said and I want other people to enjoy what you said, too!  Please reblog with comments! Please converse with each other.

Social media is about getting to know people through our creative work and about creative work starting conversations and inspiring new creative work. We can’t do that if we’re not talking to each other!  So please, please, always put your comments in the main body of the reblog. I want to know everything you have to say about anything I draw!  And I would love to talk to you about it! And I am sure other people would, too.  As far as I’m concerned, that’s what we’re here for.  Tumblr shouldn’t be a one-way street; it should foster a conversation.  But that’s just my opinion. If other artists want comments in the tags, hey, that’s fine.  I don’t.

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Hey everybody!! I’m making a faves page because I feel like it yaaaayy!!


  • mbf quixotc (that’s me xx)
  • must reblog, likes don’t count


  • message me yo
  • make a post, tagging it with ‘quixotc,’ telling me why I should consider you for my faves page
  • have a similar blog but remember I’ll include any blog that I think is fab and rad <3
  • reblog this heaps because I’ll probably notice :)))))))


  • you will be featured on a blogroll that is linked from my blog!
  • new friends and followers probz
  • i can promo you whenever you ask and whenever i want to (within reason though)
  • help with html, and life, and shit xo

I’ll be choosing like, 15-20 blogs or however many I want. I’ll choose the winners in (hopefully) two weeks time, but pretty much when I’m happy with the notes!

YAAAAAY REBLOG REBLOG REBLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(((photo credit x)))

(Disclaimer: this screencap chosen purely as a visual portrayal of Quark in lipstick rather than intending to suggest that the text reflects the events of the episode - though if it did then that probably would’ve been much less offensive than the episode’s actual events)