plotbunnie!

@plotbunnie / @tidefated is honestly one of my best friends and it happened in the most ridiculous of fashions. As he will happily tell people ~~when I am sleeping,~~ I first encountered him shortly before I went on a stress-hiatus from a very popular blog I had been running at the time – and when I came back, I made a post lamenting the fact I couldn’t really interact with any of the people playing a Certain Character because they were essentially using that character to be as Gross As Possible and I wasn’t about that noise.

So he made – an admittedly hilarious glitterblog version of that character as a sideboob to a personal account and I checked it out and was like ‘lmao why not’ and now, here we are almost 6 years later. The hilarious part though was when he revealed his personal to me I just about lost my shit because his avatar at the time looked Identical to an IRL friend of mine and I was like, ???! but naw, different person lmao.

We have since been through a hell of a lot, both fandom wise and as friends. The thing that I admire most about Sky is how dedicated he is as a writer to not only developing his characters, but finding ways to develop the world around them so he can approach their developments from different perspectives. He’s inspired me on a ton of verse designs and I don’t think there is any trope we haven’t indulged in together just to see How It Will Pan Out. I honestly adore him and I hope he knows it ❤

mE! <3

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Honestly Serenity you are in every way your namesake. You’ve brought so much peace and joy into my life and I cannot thank you enough for that. I get nostalgic about our threads together constantly and they’re among the things I re-read the most often.

We’ve walked through many a tirefire together and I like to think we’ve come out better for it, though sometimes I think it’s just turned us into the Grumpy Old Men who sit together and reminisce about how stupid this hellsite can be, and how easily we can spot and shake our canes at bullshit as a result.

Your writing remains to this day some of the most powerful stuff, and our initial thread – I swear to goodness our fucking hello, friend thread, when we didn’t even know if we’d like writing with one another or if this would be another Ship Passing Through in the incredibly enormous Black Hole that was “That Fandom” – still fucks me up. I still get a little breathless with how intense those emotions are and how fucking visceral and cathartic it was and I’ll straight up never forget it.

But we’ve also produced some ridiculous memes. Beefcake Sunday is our legacy and I’m never letting it go ❤

deviilsflower!

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@deviilsflower is a gift and a treasure honestly? Meri’s been in my life for a fair while now and I honestly cannot begin to express how much joy and entertainment she has brought into it. We drift from time to time mostly because we aren’t always in the same fandom circles, but we’re always around for a meme and a serious chat about ~~lizardmen conspiracies~~ just anything under the sun, honestly?

When I first met Meri I took myself and my blogs way too fucking seriously, and she taught me that it is completely okay to just – not fucking do that sometimes? To actually enjoy the environment I have created – I have nothing to defend in my existence, especially not where I come to play, and frankly she taught me the valuable lesson I have carried with me ever since and that is to have fun with what I am doing. This isn’t a goddamn job and if I want to post craic or wild headcanons about alchemic pizza parlors then why the heck am I not doing that?

It’s a gift I can never repay and I hope she knows how much I value her in my life and how much joy she has brought other people simply by being herself and refusing to ever let herself be brought down. She’s a true gem and a gift to any community and anyone who would doubt that doesn’t deserve to have her in their lives ❤

//Friendly reminder that you kill me with your writing and your characterisation and your PLOTS. Hot damn friend. You always blow me away. 100000/10 I love.

You realize the same goes back to you, right Sere? Honestly I think back on that introductory thread of ours all the fucking time, and I swear nobody has ever managed to make a thread like that so fulfilling before or since? I always considered SMS threads …. lacking in so much and wow, you changed my mind.

And then literally everything you wrote in That One Fandom ( are we allowed to name it, IDK ) just. Heck, you sustained me there on a lot of levels. ICB how much you can make me laugh and just. Savagely destroy me in the same story arc.

I mean heck I don’t know anything about your current fandom but I have no issue at all following and interacting cause I know everything that is worth knowing about this man will be presented to me in the best way anyway, so why take the mediocre road and watch the canon? LMAO.

TL;DR I love you too and I am so happy to be flailing in your general direction again ❤

vengefulpath‌:

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“Oh? Makes sense.” His hand drops from where he’s been nursing a bloody nose, leaning forward to spit out the remainder that had made it’s way down his throat. He takes a minute to collect himself, pinching the bridge of his nose again before turning back to the other. He seems to pause, as though taking stock of Charles for the first time, marrying the image of him to the words spoken over ale and tavern rumour.

The rough features, handsome and worn, the faint air of calm before the storm, all things that more or less matched his imagination. Yet there’s something almost magnetic about Charles Vane that he hadn’t taken into account.

Interesting.

“So, question.” His tone has dropped, syllables slurred but still detectable, he knows how to steer the conversation towards secretive well enough. “Which do you like better? Iguanas, or, gold?” He raises an eyebrow, demeanor nothing but curious. There’s motive to his innocence, though, and Patrick coughs again, another subtle reminder that he’s injured and is more than happy to keep breathing thank you.

There was very little by way of sympathy from Charles as the man dealt with his bloody nose. The decisions that had lead to that damage were not his problem and frankly he had no reason to be interested.

Though some part of him understood it was customary to ask pointless shit like are you alright or what happened the answer to both of those things were obvious and the stories that they might prompt did not interest him in the slightest. So when he found himself confronted by the other man’s gaze, he didn’t offer anything in return – customary or otherwise.

Apparently, this man could read him about as well as Flint – which was to say, not in the slightest. “I have a better question.” Leaning forward, Charles dipped the fiery end of his cheroot into the dirt, snuffing out the burning tobacco without ever taking his eyes of the other. “Who are you that I should care enough to answer your stupid fucking questions?”

For all he knew, this was some new partner of Elenor’s. He looked soft and posh enough to be exactly the sort of idiot she’d twist around into serving Nassau’s interests in cleaner markets, so it wouldn’t do to fuck with him just yet. Not until his value had been determined, at any rate.

vengefulpath:

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“This?” His words are slurred, expression dazed. He’s miking it – but Charles doesn’t need to know that. His face hurts well enough to remind him not to bring on round two so soon after such a spectacularly drawn out round one. “Oh, uh. Nothing. Tripped.” Into someone’s fist. Yeah, he’s not making any friends, and about the only thing useful he’s learned on this damned island is that Charles Vane was a man with a reputation.

A man, who, also likes iguanas.

“So, you have a few as pets or do you just, you know.” He gestures vaguely around. “-watch?”

Satisfied the man before him seemed more afflicted by pain beset on him through fucking around with the wrong kind of people, Charles exhaled the burn that had been resting in his lungs slowly, his disinterest rather clear. Nassau had troublemakers, but none were fool enough to tussle with him while he was sober.

“Any man who thinks he can keep an animal is a fucking idiot.” Like people, animals were beings unto themselves – they stuck around if it pleased them to do so, and left when it was no longer beneficial. Though admittedly, animals were a great deal more honest about that reality than people were – which was indeed what made this notion of ‘pets’ so goddamn ridiculous.

Flicking ash off his

cheroot, he eyed the other quietly, then, “I let them be. If one happens to come along I won’t let anyone fuck with it, if that’s what you’re asking.”

vengefulpath:

@oceanfoamed

“So you like Iguanas?” Ignore the blood on his face, the evidence of a tussle. He’s more interested in Charles’ thing for lizards than the fact he just had his ass handed to him.

The blood on his face in conjunction with that particular opening does not endear this man to Charles even one iota. “The fuck you do?” If you killed an iguana he may have no choice but to feed you to it’s brothers.

👏 – Ruffle my muse’s hair (this is how you say hello to someone right? xD probably asked if it was real too. Oh dear. Thomas Hamilton pls and ty <3 )

{ Touch Starved Meme }

“What did you do this time?” Thomas didn’t even have to look over to know who it was – there were only two people on this plantation who would lay a hand on him like this, and that hand was far too masculine for it to be Yolande. Amusement warmed his features all the same as he cast a glance to the man beside him, wondering if the action had indeed been mischief oriented or not.