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Ectoberhaunt 2024: Past and Future

Y'all ready for this? Here is our prompt list for the event this year! (Please clap) What's this? A triple prompt for the first day? That's right! We're celebrating the Phandom new and old for our favorite ghost boy's 20th anniversary with a theme centered around the passage of time and what that could mean to Danny and his rogue's gallery. As always, our last prompt day is the 24th where we hand off to @ectoberweekofficial for their event. This makes our free days October 5th, 6th, 19th, 20th, and the 24th to Halloween this year. Please tag all prompt fills as "ectoberhaunt24" so we can find your posts, and follow the guidelines below the cut.

Posting for this event begins Monday, October 1st!

Down below are our written out calendar prompts (for accessibility) AND our posting guidelines. Check 'em out!\

The Prompts

Below are the listed prompts in date order, if it's blank it's a catch up day. First prompt is Past and second is Future.

Past, Present, & Future

Dinosaur & Robot

Archaeology & Meteorology

Came Back Wrong

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Bury & Unearth

Pirate Ship & Spaceship

Rise & Fall

Creepy & Wet

Dark and Stormy Night

Isekai: Past Prompt (Here)

Isekai: Old Hero, New World

Cult Classic & Murder Mystery

Science Fiction & Double Feature

Bloom & Wither

Gothic Horror & Cosmic Horror

Mirror Image

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Analog & Digital

Steampunk & Solarpunk

Big Bang & Heat Death

Time Loop

Ectober Week: 25-31

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Toastystats: Halloween fanworks!

So the thing is, I get to Blaze one post per month by virtue of having Tumblr Premium. And (while I have enjoyed Blazing pictures of my cats in the past) I thought perhaps this month people might enjoy some Halloween fandom stats + fic lists? So I threw something together. First, the stats:

Less that 1% of AO3 fanworks use the "Halloween" tag (or a subtag like "Happy Halloween" -- only 0.32%, in fact. But I found some big fandoms (10K+ works) that use a substantially higher-than-average rate of Halloweenery. (I couldn't look through every fandom on AO3, but I did look through all the fandoms with 10K+ fanworks as of January 2024. Note that some fandoms may write about Halloween a bunch without tagging it, and those aren't be captured here.)

Fall Out Boy leads the pack among these big fandoms, with nearly 1% of its fanworks using the "Halloween" tag or a subtag (0.93%). (I'd be curious to hear theories about why!) Some of the other fandoms shown above have a natural element of spookiness or horror (e.g., IT, Stranger Things), but many do not. The longer list is here. (These stats are based on pretty small numbers, btw, so please don't take these rankings too seriously. This is just a bit of fun.)

I also thought people might want to read some Halloween-themed fics from each of the above top 25 fandoms, so I highlighted works from each fandom that were complete and highly kudosed. If you're curious, the list includes this sort of info:

And I thought people might also appreciate Halloween-themed fics for different relationship categories (F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other, xReader). Here's a screenshot of some of the fics in the relationship category list, if you're curious:

More information about how I created these lists below the cut.

Before we get there, could I interest you in taking a quick poll, since I am Blazing this post and curious about the audience Blaze reaches? Thanks -- and happy Halloween season! :)

The construction of these lists was definitely not an exact science. For each fandom or relationship category, I filtered to only show works with the "Halloween" tag. I then looked for complete fics in each fandom that appeared to actually be about Halloween or a spooky topic (based on their summary and/or a quick text search), and had a lot of kudos. (I didn't actually read these fanworks myself, though.) I also tried to diversify and make sure that each category included a variety of ships/fandoms. I ruled out collections of one-shots and things that appeared to be part of a long series such that they couldn't be read as a standalone. I also ruled out things that looked like incredible bummers, and honestly a few things that had major grammatical errors in the summaries.

But I linked to more in each case, so you don't have to visit the example fics I highlighted -- you can explore more on your own!

Also -- I did a lot of copy/pasting, and there may be errors in here. Feel free to let me know if you find any. Thanks, and enjoy!

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series masterlist | chapter two

chapter summary: Steve brings his daughter to her first day of Kindergarten.

the song: My Girl by The Temptations

6,251 words | please see the masterlist for warnings! | my blog is 18+

Steve can’t be sure if the sigh that escapes his lips and clouds up in front of him is due to the anticipation of the inevitable sticky situation that’s about to occur or annoyance in himself for continuing to provide her the jam. He supposes it could just be a sigh of acceptance, finally coming to terms with the new and almost constant state of his hair lately. Most likely though, it’s just a content, tiny burst of affection.

Because that’s the overwhelming feeling that blooms in his chest when sticky, sweet strawberry smelling fingers land in his freshly styled hair. His eyes flit up from the green sparkly laces between his fingers to see her tiny lips forming her patented pout.

Hair a bit lighter than his, curls slightly in a mind of its own kind of way beneath little pig tails, bouncing just above shoulders that are tucked up to her ears as she tilts her head to look around his. Big, curious eyes that he claims are like her mom’s, but everyone is adamant are also a carbon copy of his too - just like her nose that scrunches all too familiarly, dotted with tiny freckles that seem to multiple every day.

Steve taps the side of Charlie’s ankle as he finishes the first bow, and she sticks her other foot out for him, yellow lights at the center of daisies flashing as she stomps it down on the gravel. He glances back up to find her eyes still trained on the playground behind him, the furrow between her eyebrows only growing deeper as her fingers tug in his hair - either for his full attention like it isn’t already on her, or the aforementioned jam predicament, he isn’t sure.

“Daddy?”

He finishes the second bow, and removes her hands from his hair gently, running his thumb over the back of her knuckles and he sighs again. She is so sticky.

Steve shakes his head at his own thoughts and releases her hands to search his pockets, the other chucks the side of his knuckle under her chin.

“Talk to me, Goose.”

Her pout disappears, a giggle slips past her lips just like always, but it’s not long lasting when a shriek comes from the playground behind him. Her voice lowers as she asks in a wobbly tone, “Who will do the underdogs?”

“Well, uh, I’m sure your teacher knows how to do them, cutie,” he reassures while his forehead wrinkles and he tries to determine if she’s looking for some reason not to go suddenly or if she’s just genuinely curious. She does take her swings seriously, so it’s not an out of the ordinary question.

Steve finds a napkin, and decides it’ll have to do for now, grimacing as the paper material hits his tongue.

“But what if she can’t, daddy?” Her voice whines as he continues his stand off with the sticky residue.

That’s it. He’s suing Smuckers.

He hums, squeezing her fingers that wiggle between his and the napkin doing absolutely shit all.

“Then we’ll just have to teach her, right? Everyone’s gotta know how to do the underdogs.”

Charlie huffs, but she shrugs her shoulders in some sort of agreement it seems. He wonders how someone so tiny can be full of such complicated emotions, curious thoughts, and brains that he absolutely can’t keep up with, yet still need her shoes tied and someone on jam removal duty most mornings.

Steve stares at her tiny hand in his palm, green sparkles on clear nails that make him swallow down something stuck in his throat, make his free hand run down his nose and swipe underneath it.

Don’t you dare cry, you fucking loser.

But he can’t help but feed the worm that’s been digging deeper and deeper inside of him for months: What if she’s not ready?

And he knows, he really knows, after all the long talks and preparation for this very moment, that it’s him who’s not ready, not her.

She’s so ready, and going to wow the socks off of every teacher with her brilliant and funny little brain and she is the greatest, most precious thing in the world and nothing bad is going to happen to her, dingus.

He recites it to himself over and over, verbatim what Robin told him as he tries to move on to her second hand. But as the gold heart shaped locket dangling from her neck hits his forehead, all he can think is, that starting today, the room full of people he trusts with her safety is expanding. And the problem with opening that door to the room is not Charlie exploring beyond the safe wall’s he’s built, it’s who can get in when he’s not there 24/7 to guard that door.

Visions of flashing Christmas lights, baseball bats meeting gray flesh, Russian guard’s hands and their beady eyes, potentially rabid bats and, you know, just the earth cracking in half and the world almost ending multiple times, while losing people he really cares about, threaten to overtake his mind and he huffs in then out, a quick and calming breath.

Steve wets the napkin with his tongue once more, but pieces of it stick to it this time and he sputters and blows a raspberry, and Charlie’s giggles soothe any worry that was climbing over him like writhing vines.

He let’s go of her hands and makes a bigger show of removing the wet clumps of cardboard tasting napkin from his tongue and coughs loudly. She laughs harder and his eyes widen and his mouth drops in a dramatic gasp.

“Are you laughing at your dad?” He jabs at her sides lightly, tickling and poking her while the napkin falls to the ground and she giggles harder. “Huh? That’s not very nice!”

Steve picks up Charlie, squeezing at her wiggling and gasping body as she laughs so loud he can’t even remember what he was so worried about. He blows a raspberry into her neck so she shrieks in a laughing protest, “Daddy! Too much…” she laughs and wiggles more, gasping around her words, “Too much happy!”

He’ll take the sticky fingers and messed up hair and cardboard taste in his mouth and worrying about another human more than he ever could about himself every day if it means he gets to hear that every once in awhile.

“Mr. Harrington?”

Steve spins at the sound of his name, slowing his tickling. As his body turns and he’s met with your smile, he nearly drops his kid.

You are so pretty.

His mouth goes dry, like the entire napkin is balled up inside of it. He’s sure his cheeks are turning pink from how warm he feels while staring at you. Your fingers wrapped around a bright yellow thermos tap at it while a clipboard rests wedged between your side and elbow. Your light gray tshirt is decorated with sparkly planets and the slogan “Kindergarten is out of this world!” and is tucked into a bright green skirt that he can sense Charlie eyeing appreciatively, though apprehensively from her new residence tucked into his neck.

He runs a palm down Charlie’s spine, reassuring her as you tilt your head and smile wider at her, your nose scrunching up when you do. It takes your kind eyes turning their gaze to him again for him to realize you’ve never met and you were asking if he was Mr. Harrington.

“H-hi. Yeah, I mean yes. I’m Mr. Harrington. I mean, I don’t, kids at school call me that, and I guess parents, but I mean that is my name. I’m Steve, Steve Harrington.”

He squeezes his eyes closed shut as if to erase that moment from existence forever. He can practically see Robin drawing a line on a whiteboard in the ‘You Suck’ column.

Your laugh drags his eyelids open, and it tugs at something inside of his chest that he thought disappeared a long time ago. Your hand extends and he bites his cheek, cursing all jelly and jam brands. He raises his hands up almost in surrender and Charlie clings to his neck harder, her face hidden in his shoulder as the back of her thighs balance in the crook of his elbow.

“I’m afraid we had a bit of a sticky jam situation this morning, so I don’t know if you want to proceed with a handshake.”

Proceed? With a handshake? Dude, you’re killing me here.

Your shoulders shrug, your voice all soft and smooth and a little sleepy as you joke, “They literally make us Kindergarten teachers take a class where they simply throw sticky substances at us, and if you flinch or grimace, you’ll never graduate. It’s all a part of the job.” Your hand clasps around his gently, but in a firm shake, as you introduce yourself, “I’m Miss Honey.”

He can’t help but notice the Miss not a Mrs.

Charlie perks up at your name, her forehead knocks his chin and he blinks rapidly from the sensation and her shout directly in his ear, “You’re my teacher!”

“I am?” You gasp, excited and smiling at her when you do and he thinks he might already be in love with you.

Charlie nods and then exclaims, “Daddy calls me honey!”

Steve fights a smile and his arm wrapped around her waist squeezes as he whispers, “How do we introduce ourselves?”

Charlie beams at him and slides down his front, foot pushing off of his thigh for leverage. She jumps to the ground forcefully, and almost trips and falls face first into the cement.

Steve’s already moving forward in anticipation of big crocodile tears, but stops himself when he sees you don’t move a muscle and simply watch her find her balance. He watches as you bite your lip in a way that tells him you’re hiding a smile as Charlie sticks her hand out towards you.

When you take it, she shakes it and takes a deep breath before slowly reciting, “My name is Charlotte Maxine Harrington. I live at six eight two Poppy Lane and my daddy’s phone number is seven six five four two…five-“

“Woah cutie,” he stops her, hands resting on her shoulders, and kisses the top of her head. “We don’t have to give her the whole speech, how about just the name?”

Crouched down to Charlie’s level now, you tilt your head at her, eyes widening as the tone of your voice turns to something syrupy sweet that he recognizes in the way he talks to her himself sometimes as you ask, “You memorized all of that Charlotte? That’s amazing! And there’s more? A whole speech?!”

She nods, eyes big and wide and voice excited as she hums, “Mhm. For policemans like Mr. Jim and firesmens like Uncle Eddie and teachers like Auntie Robin. Cause every-eveybody calls me Charlie, but if I’m scared and I need help they need my whole name and daddy’s phone number and if any food makes me itchy.”

Steve knows without a shadow of a doubt that not only are his cheeks pink, the tips of his ears are now too when you look up at him with raised eyebrows and something twinkling in your gaze. He clears his throat and focuses on his hand running through Charlie’s curls instead of you.

“Daddy’s gotta make sure his right hand gal’s got all the facts, right?” He kisses the top of her head again, inhaling her L’Oreal mangoes and strawberry and something distinctly his daughter that he is certain would be what the sun smells like if it could be bottled.

She tilts her head back, resting against his dark Levi’s so she can see him. Her grin is wide, showing off dimples she didn’t get from him as she nods again. “Right. Always be pepared.”

Steve brushes his thumb down her nose, and something stings behind his eyes again. He looks back over at you, slowly standing from your crouch with a fond gaze staring back at him. He swallows before his lips part, prepared to tell you that it’s all wrong. He’s not Steve Harrington, this is not Charlie Harrington, and no way is anyone starting Kindergarten today, but Charlie’s shriek never lets the words leave his mouth.

It’s like a bucket of ice cold water dumps over his head as he spins to watch Charlie race towards the parking lot, about to yell far too loud from fear, when she comes to halt right at the curb. Impatiently bouncing as her favorite person waves and runs towards her.

The familiar honey tinged red waves bounce as Robin scoops Charlie up in a hug that can only be comfortable for the two of them, all squeezing and no grace, kissing all over her face as she gushes and fawns over her like she literally didn’t see her last night.

“Hey babe! You look splendidly spectacular this morning! Did you do something different with your hair?”

“No!” Charlie giggles and spins once back on the ground, as if to show off her outfit. Which is pretty cute, if he does say so himself. Robin taps a finger to her chin. She holds up curls and circles Charlie, inspecting.

“Not the hair, not the hair…aha! Your nails! Green nail polish!”

Charlie shakes her head and puts her hands on her hips, and Steve relaxes as she tells her that Auntie Robin you painted them last night and how could she forget already, no it’s not that.

You’re watching him closely when he turns to look back at you, rubbing the back of his neck under your appraisal. Your smile all knowing as you reassure, “She’s gonna be fine, Mr. Harrington. Stopping to look both ways and being aware of cars is first week stuff, she’s a natural. And that speech? Time for you to relax.”

He knows he was never one for hiding how he felt from his facial features, but after having a kid and becoming a teacher, he’s had to learn to keep himself fairly composed. So he’s not sure if you can already read him that well or this is just the speech you give to all the parents. Nonetheless, he smiles back at you.

“I’ve never heard of that word before, what does it mean? Relax?”

Your laughter at his terrible joke makes something in his chest swell, almost as sweet of a sound as Charlie’s. He glances over to see Robin smacking her forehead and exclaiming that oh of course it’s the fabulous new green overalls.

“Also, call me Steve, please,” you smile politely and he knows you won’t, because he does the same thing to parents who tell him the same thing, “And I think it’s in that packet we had to fill out, but I’m a teacher over at the middle school, um, art, and so I’m only like ten minutes away if something happens, and she should be really good, she’s a great listener, but I know how she can be so please tell me. Seriously. And I know she didn’t do pre-school, but she’s so smart, she’s just struggling with her R’s and H’s sometimes, but I honestly think it’s because she talks so fast she just doesn’t care to slow down-“

Your fingers touch his wrist, catching it as he talks with his hands and he stops immediately, blinking at you with a held breath.

It’s like touching his skin shocks you and your fingers release from around his wrist quickly before you take a step back, shaking your head while biting your lip.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“No, it’s oka-“

“Dingus!” Wing woman extraordinare interrupts, “Why on earth did cutiepie here just tell me she did not get a picture in this fabulous first day of school outfit?”

He focus’ on the pair walking towards him hand in hand with a scowl he quickly hides, rolling his eyes at Robin when Charlie quips, “Yeah, dad!”

Steve rubs the side of his cheek, glaring at Robin as you make yourself busy with your clipboard. “Because, we were gonna be late after we were so focused on finding the green overalls, and the green hair ties, and the green shoelaces and the green-“

“Because green is the best,” Charlie interrupts while putting her hands on her hips as if it weren’t clear how exasperated she was with him from her tone.

Robin snorts from behind her and mirrors her pose before sticking her tongue out at him. “Yeah, dad!”

Your laughter reminds Charlie of your presence and she tugs Robin’s matching polished fingers with her own forward.

“Miss Honey, this is Auntie Robin. She lives at…um…oh yeah…four one three-“

“Woah kiddo!” Robin whispers and crouches down, looking around dramatically like a spy. “Does Miss Honey know the super secret password? ‘Cause, remember, only the friends who know the super secret password get to know where Aunt Robin lives.”

Charlie gasps like she’s just recalled this important fact and nods, face seriouos. Robin mimes zipping her lips, locking, then throws the invisible key over her shoulder. Charlie copies her, then promptly steps towards you and loudly whispers: “Pickles.”

Steve bites his cheek and Robin laughs, running a hand over her curls. “We’ll keep practicing the whole locking of lips thing, huh?”

“Kay,” Charlie shrugs before she tugs on Steve’s pant leg. “Daddy?”

“Yeah?” He watches her grip the side of jeans in her little fist and stare at the swings with that pout on her lips again.

“Can I swing?”

A lump in his throat forms when he looks up at you, you glance at your watch and nod with a smile.

“Sure, cutie.” He starts to take off her back pack straps and she’s already racing across the gravel and he calls out loudly, “Don’t forget to be nice to new friends! Take turns! Say please!”

“Tank you!” She shouts back over her shoulder.

Steve groans at it all, her racing away, her forgotten H. He watches her slow down as she reaches the swings and point to an empty one next to a boy already pumping his legs. He nods eagerly and Charlie talks animatedly with her hands as she climbs into the swing.

He lets all of his weight drop against Robin, Charlie’s backpack limp in his fingers when his temple knocks hers and he whispers, “I can’t fucking do this.”

Robin sniffles and his head whips up.

“Are you crying?”

She swats at his chest and avoids his gaze, “No. I have something in my eye. Both eyes. Like a branch or something. Just…” she holds out her hand and blinks blue eyes that have turned a little more shiny, “Give me your keys so I can go get the polaroid, ‘cause I know you brought it, you sentimental idiot.”

He drops the car keys into her palm and she quickly turns away from him before he can catch the tears slipping down her cheeks. When he turns back around you’re hiding a smile behind your thermos again.

Steve clears his throat and runs his thumb and forefinger down his nose, squinting at the playground.

“It’s okay to cry you know, most parents do.”

“I’m not,” he clarifies, words thick in his throat and a struggle to get out.

“Okay, I believe you,” yours easy and tinged with laughter.

“I’m not,” he begs, pleading with someone in the universe so the burn behind his eyes doesn’t fully form and fall.

You must hear it, and decide to give him an out, because you pull up your clipboard. “I actually did need to ask you a few questions, you were my last parent to snag before we all go inside. We never got your authorized pick up list? Just if you can’t ever pick up Charlie, who we’re allowed to send her home with? We tend to also use this as an emergency contact list if there was ever some reason we couldn’t get a hold of you.”

The word emergency makes his heart beat harder and he looks over at Charlie swinging to make sure he can still see her.

“Oh,” he nods, licking his lips as he thinks through it. “How many people can I put?”

“As many as you want,” you shrug before adjusting your coffee thermos in the crook of your elbow so you can write on the clipboard.

“Here,” he grabs the thermos, “Let me. I feel like if I let you spill coffee on that skirt, Charlie might actually never forgive me, as you heard, we’re in a green phase.”

He’s awarded that laugh of yours again before you whisper a quiet thank you. Your lashes kiss as you blink at him, pen poised on the paper. It’s when your eyebrows lift expectantly that he realizes you’re waiting for him to say something still.

“Oh! Um…honestly…” he looks at Charlie who’s smiling at Robin holding up the camera now and nods towards her. “Robin Buckley,” he lists her phone number before adding on, “She’s a teacher here, music, um, honestly she might be picking her up most days. I coach soccer here in the fall after school, so I should make it, but in the spring I’m over at the high school for baseball.”

“Okay great,” you smile as you finish writing her number and look up at him, “Anyone else?”

“I guess Eddie Munson?”

“The ‘firesmens’?” You ask as you write the name.

Steve laughs, fiddling with Charlie’s backpack in his hands, “Yeah, and I guess I should do Nancy too…”

He gives you both of their numbers along with Hopper and Joyce and he doesn’t even want to imagine what would be going on that you couldn’t get a hold of him, Robin, Eddie, or Nancy and had to resort to calling them. And what’s worse, if you couldn’t get a hold of them either.

“We almost never have to call even the second person on the list Mr. Harrington, she’s gonna be just fine.”

“Right,” he nods, but doesn’t really believe you.

“For relationship, Robin is Charlie’s Aunt is what I gathered?”

“Oh,” he laughs and rubs at his temple, “Um by blood? No. She’s just my best friend, but I mean, I guess, to Charlie, yeah. Closest person to having a real one I think.”

“Oh, okay, gotcha” you nod, glancing down at the list and writing.

Steve feels the need to clarify when you hover over Eddie and Nancy, and he isn’t sure why. “They’re married, shouldn’t have said that. And again, family friends I guess, but Charlie calls them Aunt and Uncle. And Jim and Joyce, do you know Hopper? The chief? Anyways, they’re just Mr. Jim and Mrs. Joyce, but they’re essentially her grandparents I guess? I don’t really know…”

Your face does that thing that he hates, the look like you wanna tell him you’re sorry, or you want to comfort him but don’t know how. And it’s not like he doesn’t appreciate where it comes from, he just hates anyone thinking he can’t handle it, can’t handle her, all by himself, or feeling sorry for him in any way. Because there’s nothing to be sorry for, not when he has her.

Your mouth parts, but before you can speak, thunder rumbles loudly overhead.

“Oh, shit,” Steve groans, looking up at the angry clouds. The clear morning sky slowly turning gray without him noticing and he looks over to see Charlie already running for Robin’s legs.

“Not a fan of thunderstorms?” You ask as you watch her and several other kiddos get scooped up by parents.

Steve shakes his head, lips turning down in a frown as Robin whispers in her ear and starts back towards him. “No, she really doesn’t. No matter what I say or do, nothing helps. I honestly don’t know where it came from, I don’t think it’s the loud noises of the thunder, we’ve never lost power…I feel so helpless. Or useless. Like I can’t fix it for her. ”

The smile you offer attempts to reassure, but Charlie’s eyes fill with tears and Robin rubs a hand down her back, looking over her head at Steve with worried eyes.

“Sorry, I gotta…” he apologizes but he’s already moving towards her and he hopes you understand.

Charlie’s sniffles grow louder as another rumble cracks overhead, burrowing her head into Robin’s sternum and kicking her shoes against her thighs so hard, the little daisies light up.

Robin grimaces at the rough kick, and Steve gives her a mouthed apology as he relieves her of her comforting duties. “Hey, calm down honey. I’m right here. It’s just the rain being a little loud, announcing it’s coming soon, remember?”

He watches you and Robin and some of the other teachers start to gently guide parents and kids inside, smiling and distracting from the incoming rain, and he starts to follow but Charlie wails in his ear as he gets further away from the car.

“Dad-dy, nooo,” she sobs, shaking her head, “I don’t wanna go.”

His eyes blur as he sets her down in the entryway, kids running past as parents give him kind smiles when they walk around them.

“What?!” He tries to sound excited, but he’s wavering, throat too tight and eyes burning, “Why don’t you wanna go now? You get to color, and meet new friends! You get to go play music with Robin!”

“But,” she hiccups around a big sob and his thumb catches a new fat tear trying to trail down her pink cheeks. “You-you leaving and and I don’t like the storm and-“

“I don’t have to leave yet! We get to go put your backpack away, and see your new classroom together. Can we do that? I was so excited to see where you get to sit and draw me pictures every day.”

He’s grasping at straws as she shakes her head no and tries to climb into his lap. And he doesn’t even care if he shouldn’t, he lets her. And he squeezes her and kisses the top of her head as he cradles her, walking deeper inside.

Steve whispers in her ear about how Miss Honey must be magic cause guess what? Char, your cubbie is green. How’d she know? And oh my gosh, no way, someone has a sleeping beauty lunchbox. All the while humming her favorite lullaby between the exciting things he hopes grab her attention. And soon she’s not crying anymore, wet lashes tickling his neck as she peeks at the things he’s pointing out. Soon she’s climbing off of his lap as he forces his voice to sound happy about her hanging up her power rangers backpack she just had to have, and holding his hand as she walks to the doorway of the classroom.

All the parents are gone, aside from a few taking last peeks at their kids drawing or playing and Charlie clings to his knee as he hesitates in the doorway himself.

You’re knelt on the ground pointing at some books with two kids when you spot them. He’s not sure what you say to them, but then you’re walking over to them and not even looking at Steve as you crouch in front of Charlie hiding behind his leg, your sole focus on her and making her feel better.

“Thank goodness you’re here, Charlie!” You tell her, thoroughly relieved, “I have the biggest hugest favor to ask you, will you help me?”

Charlie looks at you, and takes a step forward as she quietly asks, “Help?”

Your nod is so enthusiastic, and you reach out your hand for hers, waiting until she rests her fingers in yours to lace them together. “I heard you are your dad’s best helper, and I need help finding all of the green crayons, can you do that with me? There’s so many in this bin! We need them for a special project we’re going to do later.”

She’s about to nod, he knows she is, when lighting flashes outside, and despite the blinds being closed, she knows. Charlie flinches and starts to retreat but you sigh, and nod your head, smiling still. “I know, rain can be scary sometimes. Do you know what I like to do when it rains?”

Charlie shakes her head no, and you smile encouragingly at her as she gets closer and places both of her hands on your arm instead of holding your hand, squeezing close to your side. “I love to bake cookies. They make my house smell so good. What’s your favorite kind of cookie?”

“Um…” Charlie swipes at her cheek and looks around the room at kids playing and laughing. “Monstermashes.”

“Monstermashes? What are those? I’ve never heard of them, can you tell me what all goes in them while we find all the green crayons?”

She let’s you lead her to the table with the bin where two other kids coloring smile at her and say hi. She sits and you squeeze her shoulder as she tells you all about the cookies. It’s when you risk a glance at the door that Steve realizes he’s just standing there, crying.

Your smile is kind, but your head tilts ever so subtly, telling him to slip out while he can and he knows he should, but the fact that he doesn’t get to hug her goodbye or say have a great first day or I love you is ripping him apart and he squeezes his eyes closed.

He’s not sure how he makes it out to his car with how clouded his vision is, but he does. Thankfully he doesn’t have a sob leave his lips until the maroon door is slammed and his forehead presses to the leather wheel. He notices a little stack of polaroids under an orange post it that says “You sentimental idiot” on the passenger seat. He cries more when he sees the curled fingers around his. He cups his cheeks and slaps them, clearing his throat while muttering under his breath to get a grip.

And he does, eventually.

He goes to teacher workshop and sets up his own classroom and lesson plans and catches up with his co-workers. The thunder only lasts about a half hour, and then it’s just a normal rainy day, which he hopes you’ve managed alright with her. He only calls Robin once but that’s only because she yells at him that of course she’s fine, you think she’d let anything happen to that sweet angel? And he only grabs his keys to go early three times, but never makes it fully out to the car. He does have to take something from his little orange bottle when his breath isn’t quite right when lights flicker for no reason, but turns out it was just the custodian doing some checks. And then finally, it’s already time to go pick her up, and he’s not proud of this, but he speeds at least ten over the whole way there.

So maybe he’s a little early.

He’s slow to approach the classroom, and leans against the wall on the other side of the doorway, just out of sight. He hears your voice singing some sort of clean up song and the kids responding, he closes his eyes and tries to focus on if he can hear her. When the song is over, he opens his eyes to find you smiling at him from the doorway. Your shirt is stained, your hair messier than it was this morning. You’re clearly exhausted but absolutely overjoyed that this is your job as you call for anyone who’s favorite color is green to come grab their back pack. Charlie races towards the door with a few other kids and waves excitedly at him from her place in line.

When you tell them to grab their backpacks, she exits the room and leaps into his arms when he crouches down, expecting the hug. He squeezes her tightly, “Hey cutie, did you have a good day? I missed you so much!”

“So so so so good daddy, we played with cars and colored planets and Auntie Robin taught us a new song and and oh my gosh there’s too much happy to tell you.”

He gets a little choked up at that, a sob threatens to hiccup out of him that he tries to cover up with a laugh, kissing her cheek. “That’s so great! Go get your backpack, I think Miss Honey is waiting.”

“Oh!” She jumps out of his arms and skips to her cubbie, and brings it to you where you slip some papers into a folder, notably sparkly and green, into her backpack after you do the same with three other kids and three different colored folders. The others go sit down on a rug and you smile at him.

“Hi Mr. Harrington, Charlie had such a great first day! She was my awesome helper and she has some art projects to show you that I think you’re really gonna like. There’s also a note about what we did today for you in there, that also has some dates to keep in mind and it’ll always have announcements for things like snack rotations.”

Charlie tugs at his pant leg as Steve smiles at you, “Hold on, sweetie.” He runs a hand over her curls before turning back to you and lowering his voice, “Thank you. For this morning, but also, you know, the whole day.”

“It’s literally my job,” you joke, but you smile warmly at him, “But, you’re welcome. You just need to sign Charlie out and then you’re all set!”

You grab a binder from it’s place by the door and flip to the H’s, and hold it open for him. Typed up information about Charlie on top, and the dates of the month in a calendar for signatures, and at the bottom, the list of names. He gets a little emotional seeing: ‘Robin Buckley - Aunt’ and all the other relationships you’ve given instead of family friend.

Charlie tugs harder, this time on his belt loop and he laughs, picking her up. “Hey, I said hold on, what’s got ants in your pants, huh?”

She taps at his cheek, big eyes blinking at him as she whines, “Daddy, this is so impotant, I promise. No ants.”

“Okay,” he laughs, signing his name in the today’s box, “What’s up?”

“What are the crunchies?”

She asks it so seriously and he has no idea what she’s talking about, he looks to you for help.

You’re thanking the kids for the calm and listening bodies before you’re calling up kids who’s favorite animal is a penguin, so he looks at Charlie who’s waiting expectantly. “What are what?”

“The crunchies daddy. What are they? Miss Honey doesn’t know them.”

“Cutie, I don’t know what you’re talking about. What are crunchies?” He bends down with her to grab her backpack that’s still on the floor and he hears you laugh.

“Daddy the monstermashes,” Charlie whines, like he should know this.

“Oh,” he draws it out, “The M&M’s? The chocolate candy I put in?”

“No,” Charlie whines, and she turns to you with a pout. “Daddy doesn’t know too. It’s no use! Hopeless!”

He doesn’t know how or where she learns these phrases so quickly and how she uses them so correctly but he does know that he’s not alone in thinking it’s the cutest thing ever when you smile at her.

“Hold on, I bet we can figure it out together!” You tick off on your fingers as kids who love potato chips go to their cubbies and get their equally different folders and a second parent enters the hallway. He starts to wonder how many folders you bought to be prepared for all their different interests. Colors, animals, shapes, characters, sparkles and no sparkles. He wonders what else you did today.

“Let’s see, we have peanut butter…” Charlie nods and you gasp, “Is it crunchy peanut butter? Peanuts?”

She makes a face, much to his dismay they’re a creamy peanut butter household, so Steve shakes his head no and you tap your chin. “Okay, and it’s not the m&m’s or…” you smile at Steve, emphasizing the R’s in a way that tells him the very important letters were left out of the word, “Butterscotch.”

Charlie nods and the two of you are silent so he chimes in with, “Rice Krispies? The cereal?”

You smile and Charlie nods, “That’s it! Krispies!”

Crunchies, krispies, he has to give it to her, that’s pretty close. And from the way you react, he knows you knew all day, you just wanted to keep her distracted.

“I’m so glad we figured it out! I had such a great time learning with you today, Charlie, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Charlie nods and waves, shouting in his ear, “Bye Miss Honey!”

You wave back, smiling at the two as the next parent takes his place and you call up a boy named Matt.

Steve heads down the hallway, looping her backpack over his shoulder as he whispers, “Should we make Miss Honey some Monstermash cookies tonight? You can bring them tomorrow?”

Charlie shouts yes directly in his ear again and his hair gets trapped under her hand in her excitement and all he can do is sigh.

A content, tiny burst of affection, for sure.

[toxicanonymity]

Hey, this person has directly credited you as their ideas for their character bots

https://poe.com/pedroxo

[ Background: an account made AI bots of my fics and others to various extents. I had an anxiety attack quietly watching Tumblr melt down over this topic. When the dust settled, this post was the first and last I said about it to address continued inquiries. ]

unauthorized AI Bots of fics

Thank you everyone who kindly let me know about the >25 unauthorized bots using content from my fics.

Listen, I strongly relate to the desire to talk to these characters - I've said it before. I appreciate how invested someone must be to go to all this effort, and I appreciate the credit. But it's not right and I'm not comfortable with it. You may not realize what it feels like to the writer. It feels like a violation.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the first incident for me. Someone once made a bot of my fic 4 days after I publicly said not to in response to an ask. I didn't find out until it had almost 1k "chats" and you'll see I use that term very loosely under the cut.

I've said don't do this, and it's in my masterlist. I've even shared my anxiety about being so slow to update that people take matters into their own hands. I'm not really sure what else to say. I'm tired.

Please don't do this. And when you see chatbots built on fics, please alert the writers.

IMPORTANT The bots are down. I don't want the person to be harassed - i think that's obvious based on my tone from the start.

Beyond these, there were more bots from night walks, slasher, and stepdad, ones from Raider and Speakeasy and even a few from hypotheticals I published like when stepdad goes to jail for indecent exposure or when you aren't getting wet for raider joel.

Night Walks: Original, Soaked

Left in Lincoln pt. 1; jalbird

Slasher: Midnight Tow, Stop Playing

Stepdad: Clock, Ring Doorbell

Sorry I was too overwhelmed to do the IMG text on each of these but it's basically just snippets from the works listed.

After being contacted, the person copied and pasted a message to multiple writers saying they were sorry, didn't know what they were doing, were deactivating their acct. They asked to spread their message, and said have an amazing day/night.

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Past Incident

IMGs: 1) I answered an ask August 16 saying no. The asker had "offered" to credit me. 2) August 20, someone made a bot without credit. This is worse imo and suggests trying to hide their actions.

I told a lot of people about this, but it was an isolated bot unlike the profile discovered 2/23.

IMG: comparison of left in lincoln text to the bot.IMG: A seven paragraph narrative bot output. Obviously failed my test if you've read the fic.

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ANYWAY

If you're not already on ao3, I recommend signing up. This isn't a threat to leave, but I may not put everything on Tumblr forever. My AO3 profile.

Edit: I like tumblr because I like answering lore and questions and getting thots, plus my blog is very multimedia with many awesome contributions from different people. Please help keep it that way, because your interaction is why I'm here. I value everyone's engagement here.

For many reasons, I'm less and less comfortable with Tumblr being the primary home for all my writing. I'm aware people can still take things from AO3, but not as easily. I'm trying to be nice by preemptively suggesting people sign up on AO3 if they want to read everything. If it's not worth the trouble to you, just don't do it.

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Ty very much to those who have been supportive and checked on me. It means a lot. I will admit this made me put on a hat and cry in public lol.

feel free to rb this because idk if everyone realizes the extent of this or how jarring it can look.

[princessbrunette]

RULES ♡

♡ this is a given, but minors do not interact! i can’t stop you from doing what you want to do. but respect my boundaries, you will be blocked otherwise.

♡ i will not engage with hate in my ask box about myself or other tumblr writers. its not the place for that.

♡ i don’t open tiktok links or tbh a lot of other links that aren’t tumblr links unless it’s in context soz

♡ please don’t just ask to be an emoji anon without having anything else to say in the message! this sounds harsh, but a lot of people ask to be an emoji anon and i add them to the list and i never hear from them again. from now on i will be mostly ignoring asks that are just asking to be an emoji with nothing else to the message.

♡ i only reply to what i have inspiration for! if i don’t answer the request pls don’t take it personally or spam my inbox asking again and again, it will be ignored!

♡ to add to the point above, please don’t send asks / messages asking if i’m receiving your requests. i likely am ! i will either get to them eventually or i just don’t vibe with it enough to write about it. i kindly ask you don’t take it personally as i try my best to get through as many asks as i can. no i dont hate you!

♡ whilst i’d love to be there for you, i am not a therapist and i have my own problems too. please do not trauma dump in my ask box. to add; please do not request a character dealing with very specific or deep issues as i don’t want to write that kind of thing in fear of not doing it justice esp if its not something i struggle with!

♡ my blog caters to hyper fem!reader simply because that’s who i am, and what i enjoy. therefore, that’s all i will be writing and i apologise if you do not identify this way and cannot connect to my reader! its honestly all i know, as i put myself in readers shoes. other than that however i do not race / weight code my reader, or physically describe them in any way aside from clothes / nails / accessories etc :)

♡ please do not demand i write certain things, demand a part 2, or express disappointment in where i choose to end the piece of writing! pressuring me to write in general generally doesn’t sit well with me n will only motivate me to do the opposite !

♡ alongside this, i know it sounds petty but i get it all the time and honestly it’s quite annoying — if you spam asks saying “i miss *insert character or au that i write* :(” but offer no ideas about them to write, i’m just going to take that as you complaining and not write them for you.

♡ there is dark theming on this blog! for example stepcest / fauxcest. do not reblog or reply with things like ‘i find X part weird but i liked everything else’ etc because i wont take kindly to it ! without sounding like a total bitch, i don’t care what u don’t like ! this is my blog hehe , if u feel like you won’t enjoy a certain fic i have no issue w you scrolling past!

♡ i write for a handful of people, but usually fixate on one or two characters whilst i’m in a certain ‘phase’. if this doesn’t interest you, feel free to unfollow or mute! but understand my blog is catered to my current interests.

♡ i do not write for rape, self harm/suicide, insecurity issues/ mental health issues.

♡ please don’t make your writing, layout of your writing, or blog look identical to mine. i find it disrespectful when my theming etc gets copied so i will probably limit my interaction with you! i can’t tell you what to do and i dont ‘own’ certain things but if you have enough respect for me to be inspired, have enough respect to make your blog your own !! this being said pls credit ideas from me too !

♡ please don’t send requests to my dms or dm me personal questions / anything inappropriate.

♡ please no super long super specific requests. if i see an ask that starts with ‘could you write’ and the ask is multiple paragraphs it will probably be ignored unfortunately !

♡ friendly reminder that i’m not forcing you to follow me !! if you’re upset with me enforcing boundaries i suggest you don’t follow. i will likely not give attention to u voicing this or being rude to me for doing so.

if you have any questions or feel i missed out anything vital, don’t be afraid to ask or let me know! this is a safe space for girls gays and… indy 🩷

[bygone-visionary]

Hello, hello!

Just as I stated earlier, my name is Alzis Myers. I am a historian and an archaeologist, although I have not been able to do proper field work in some time. I primarily study Pokemon that were created by ancient civilizations, though that is far from the only thing I have worked on. (:

I am not a Pokemon trainer, but I do own two Pokemon.

Delphi, my Absol. She's simply a wonderful companion, and quite skilled at easing my anxieties... as well as being an ideal Pokemon to have around while I am working, for many reasons. She's wonderful, truly wonderful.

And... Atlas, my Sigilyph. The main inspiration behind my primary field of research. I caught it back during my first experiences with field work, back in university... Incredibly, incredibly odd.

It's much larger than the average Sigilyph, with a unique color variant, as well. It's been over half a decade since I caught it, and yet my knowledge on it is lacking... I suppose that is just how Sigilyph are by nature. Always so elusive and cryptic.

Other social media websites feel overwhelming and at times, hostile, in my experience, and frankly a pain to use, but I am hoping that I will be pleasantly surprised here. (I have also stumbled across a few rumors pertaining to this website, and I am very, very intrigued...)

That aside, however, I do hope at the very least, I can spread knowledge and interest in our history. I promise you all, it's worth learning a thing or two! (:

// ooc under the cut!

Hello! You mayyy recognize this guy if you've been following my stuff for a while. This is a hard reboot of his original blog (Extrasensory-absol or something I can't remember </3.) Almost none of the information from that blog is canon now! I fumbled so hard with that blog, he deserves better

ill be real I'm tired so I'm just copy pasting from Paris' blog, hang on:

Hello! This is the OOC part of the introduction! I follow from @act11as, and ooc posts will be tagged as such, and will usually have the color green.

My rotomblr "hub" account is @battle-subway-aftershow!

Muse is an adult, mod is a minor. Don't be weird, or I'll screenshot your ask and make fun of you with my friends. Into the hall of shame with you.

(Weird: NSFW/Suggestive asks, fetish mining, etc. Do not fucking do these.)

Additionally: If your main is NSFW, please do not follow me. I will block you for my own comfort.

ALL TRIGGER WARNINGS WILL BE TAGGED AS "[word] tw"! This is to make it easier to blacklist things! if I ever miss something or you need me to tag something in specific, shoot me an ask or a dm! I'll try to remember.

Guidelines/Rules I guess?

*ALMOST ANY kind of Pokemon Irl blog can interact! Eeby deebies, sapient pokemon, evil teams, whatever! I cannot guarantee that Alzis will be nice to you, however.

*Self-Insert fallers, please do not interact. I personally cannot handle these kinds of blogs. Self-insert ocs are fine, but the idea of a real person on rotomblr being isekaid into Pokémon is not.

IN CHARACTER anon hate is perfectly fine! Pester this guy he sucksssss (very affectionate.) Don't go too far, etc. etc. be civil this is a pokemon roleplaying community

Extra:

Mystery Gifts are open and preferred! Go wild! Just remember the rules!

Pelipper Mail, un-mail, and Malice are always open! Feel free to torment this guy. prone to being turned off if people begin sending live pokemon, or otherwise causing issues.

Musharna mail, (sending dreams) and Musharna malice (sending nightmares) are always on! Once again feel free to torment this guy.

Magic anons are usually off, unless I specifically specify otherwise!

Organizational tags:

#[nickname] the [pokemon] - Most posts about Alzis' pokemon should be tagged like this.

And, here's his playlist! No youtube version yet (although I hate spotify), I'll be working on that :]

[starboy2023]

Perfect Personalized Diet! (dm for your personalized diet too!)

Using my height, weight, bmi, activity level, and maintenance caloric intake, I was recently able to create a personalized day-by-day diet to help me lose my depression weight! 

My journey: (skip to the bottom for the final diet!)

Hi! I'm starboy, and this is my ED blog! To be transparent, at my low weight, I weighed roughly 90lbs, with my bmi being 14.1. I was incredibly ill, and know I cannot go back to that wieght; however, it helped ease my gender dysphoria, and my problems with OCD massively. In June of 2023, I was 98.5 lbs with a bmi of 15.4. You can go to my twitter for body checks and pictures!

Currently, I weigh 109 lbs and my bmi is 17.1. I am deeply unhappy with this, and though parts of recovery have been great, I recently learned that I may be terminally ill. I figured if Im going out anyways, I’m going to go back to the one thing that brings me endless comfort: my eating disorder. By July 1st (in about 7 weeks from this post), I want to get to 100lbs, with a bmi of 15.7. 

How I created this diet: (and how you can too!)

To explain how I calculated and created this diet, I used this link: “Calorie Calculator”, to calculate my maintenance weight. I rounded up to 115 lbs for my weight just to be safe! Using the maintenance number calculated from 115 lbs, which is 1,601 calories a day, my height, 5’7”, and my age, 18 years, I asked chat gbt to create a customized day by day calorie intake diet. Due to working Wednesday and Friday, I asked it to have those days be the highest caloric intake, and I asked for Monday and Saturday to be the lowest intake days, due to those being my typical clubbing/partying days. I also use 16:8 fasting, but I like to do a 24 hour fast every other week. Chat GBT gave me lots of advice and gave me a range of options, but the diet I decided on works best for me! I highly recommend reading thoroughly because it is very very helpful if you don't know the science behind weight loss!

My exact chat gbt message: (if you would like to make your own, copy and paste this message into Chat GBT and replace the weight, height, bmi, activity level, and maintenance calories)

“I am an 18 year old female, that is 5'7" and 115 lbs. My BMI is 18.0 currently. My physical activity level is sedentary. To maintain my current weight I need to consume 1,601 calories per day. I want to lose 15 lbs by July 1st. How many calories should I consume daily to lose 15 pounds by the beginning of July? Create a per day caloric intake schedule that includes fasting for 24 hours once every two weeks that goes until the beginning of July, where I would loose 15 pounds. Have my lowest caloric intake (or my bi-weekly fasting date) on Monday and Saturday, and have a little bit of a higher caloric intake for Wednesday and Friday: all while I am still on track to loose 15 pounds(making my weight 100 lbs) by the beginning of July.”

The final diet: (the part you guys really want!)

I eat between the hours of 12-7pm for my 16:8 fasting, and fast on every other Sunday.

Monday: 800 calories

Tuesday: 1,100 calories

Wednesday: 1,200 calories

Thursday: 1,100 calories

Friday: 1,200 calories

Saturday: 800 calories

Sunday 1,100 calories (fasting every other week)

Overall, I will be consuming 7,300 calories a week. (for reference, eating my maintenance calories would be 11,207 calories a week). That is a 3,907 weekly calorie deficit, and roughly a 558 calorie daily deficit. Remember! A deficit is how you lose weight!

I hope you enjoyed my explanation blog! If you would like me to help you create a personalized diet around your work days and life habits, please let me know! This is my favorite type of math, and if you need any tips or tricks, feel free to dm me here or on twitter!  What type of blog or info dump would you guys like in the future?

Twitter: @star_boy2023

Tumblr: @starboy2023

[judesmoonbeauty]

The Past Records: Ellis & Jude Bonus CG Story

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. Also, feel free to ignore my random commentary.

Translation notes are marked with *** Alternate translation is marked with///

Days after the submission of the report on Jude and Ellis by members of the Crown -

Victor: You know why I called you two together, don't you?

Ellis: First assignment for Crown?

Victor: Yes! As expected of Ellis, your ability to understand is a perfect score of 100 points.

Jude: Whether or not I accept depends on the nature of the assignment, though.

Jude: Even if Her Majesty the Queen ordered me to do it, I wouldn't accept an assignment that would be to my detriment.

Jude: I will not kill people unconditionally at the behest of others unless the conditions are satisfactory.

Victor: Ha, I'm well aware that you are that type of person.

Victor: You can wait until you've been briefed before you decide if you're up to the task.

Victor: What about Ellis? Any conditions?

Ellis: My job is to shine shoes, so any mission is fine.

Ellis: If I'm going to kill them, I'd like to kill them at their happiest moment, but I don't think I can say that on a mission.

Ellis: My terms are..... I'd like to at least make sure they don’t suffer, how about it?

Victor: I see. I guess it's possible in some cases that Jude is NG but Ellis is OK. (He didn’t just say NG omg 😭✋🏻)

Victor: Although, I think you will both agree to it this time.

Ellis & Jude: ?

Victor: There was an ex-convict you were taking care of off duty who was trying to make a deal for those drugs, wasn't there?

Victor: His buddies have apparently been released and are plotting to re-offend.  I want you to lure them in and wipe them out.

Ellis: Hmm ..... I didn't know his friends were still around.

Jude: How do we wipe them out….

Victor: I don't care how you do it, as long as you prevent recidivism.

Jude: ……

Victor: Negotiations are concluded, right?

Jude: Yeah, I'll take care of it.

Ellis: I'm good too.

Victor: Good. Okay, then. 

Victor: Loyalty to your evil.

A plume of purple smoke rises from a corner of London Harbor.

Ellis: You should quit smoking. That's what Roger said too.

Jude: It's more convenient to smoke. Kids should shut up.

Ellis: You said you smoke to socialize with a lot of business partners who smoke, but right now you don’t have anyone to socialize with.

Jude: I didn't say I didn't smoke when they weren't around.

Ellis: Jude's "happiest day" is yet to come, and I hope you live a long life.

Suddenly, Ellis broke off.

Immediately after, several men with murderous, bloodshot eyes surrounded the two in the darkness. 

Jude: Why should I live longer for you?

Not caring that he was surrounded, Jude exhaled another cloud of purple smoke without even drawing his weapon. (He’s so badass.)

Ellis: Because, Jude, you hate breaking promises, don't you?

Ellis, still smiling, slowly pulled two knives from his leg sheath.

The moonlight reflects dully on the knife.

Tonight the moon was shining brightly in the clear night sky.

Ellis: The moon is beautiful tonight, too.

Jude: Yeah, I feel like shit.

Ellis: Come to think of it, how should we end up disposing of them? Kill them?

Jude: We're going to hurt him enough to the point of death, and then we're going to restrain them.

Ellis: Copy that.

Man with Bloodshot Eyes: Are you the ones who caught my brother with the drugs and beat him to death?

Man with Bloodshot Eyes: Were you the ones who went out of their way to tell us to come to the harbor at 25:00? 

Man with Bloodshot Eyes: Don't think you'll get out of here alive!

Starting with each of the leaders who jumped out, the men rushed in.

Ellis: I'm sorry, but it's our job to lure you in  and wipe you out.

Ellis: You're the ones who won't make it out alive.

Ellis: Oh, but don't worry, I won't kill you right now.

Ellis: You might be happier to die here, but ..... 

The game was easily settled.

Ellis: Is this all of them?

Jude: The number of people on the list is 13. The number of pieces of trash lying around is 2, 4, 6……..13.

Ellis: All of them.

Man with Bloodshot Eyes: What are you gonna do to us?... Ugh!

Jude sits down on the man's back and the crushed man lets out a muddled scream. 👌🏻 

Jude: What a loud piece of trash.

Jude: Well, it's natural to be concerned about what will happen to you if you lose your bodily freedom.

Jude: I'm going to ask my brothers to help me with the experiment.

Man with Bloodshot Eyes: Hic….experiment?

Jude: You may go blind or become a little demented, but you rarely lose your life.

Jude: Compared to the people who were drugged and killed by you, that’s a hell of a lot better isn’t it?

Man with Bloodshot Eyes: Hey, hey, please...

Ellis: Poor thing….

Ellis: I need to help Jude be happy, so I can't ….help you. Sorry.

Jude's hand touched the man's forehead, and the man whirled around and lost consciousness.

Ellis: I hope this brings you a little closer to your happiness Jude. 

Ellis: Come to think of it, this was my first mission with you Jude.

Jude: What?

Ellis: It's no different from what you normally do.

Jude: Idiot? Things are different.

Ellis: ?

Jude: Besides the fact that we can torture them, we’ll get paid for the mission.

Ellis: Jude, you look really bad…..

Jude: You're so noisy. If you've got time to waste, throw these guys in the wagon.

Ellis: Yes.

Victor: Hmmm...thanks for the report! From what I've read, it sounds like it was a smooth first mission.

Victor: So you can say that I was a good judge of people!

Jude: Don't look at me, your face is annoying.

Victor: That’s terrible.

Ellis: I'm glad it went well. I think I can handle more missions like this in the future, Victor.

Victor: You guys really are opposites……I think I'll call you the candy and whip duo.

Victor: By the way, as for the "disposal" of the criminal group, it was mentioned that all of them were killed.

Victor: You actually took them in for some kind of interesting research, didn't you?

Jude: !

Ellis: You noticed. How?

Victor: I'll keep that part a secret, I guess. But you don't have to lie in your report. I'm the one who entrusted you with the mission.

Victor: As long as you stay true to your evil, I'm fine with that.

Jude: How much do you know about this?

Victor: I only know what I can see on the surface. You all headed there on foot, but a horse-drawn carriage left the scene.

Victor: I heard that in addition to the Crown Castle, your workplace, and your clients, there is another facility of some kind that you frequent.

Jude: You've got spies all over England, pervert!

Jude: Out of all Crown members, you’re the one I know least about. 

Victor: Haha, that's not true. I’m a simple person.

Ellis: Simple?

Victor: I’m a man who will do anything to protect your freedom.

Victor: But I can't see into your hearts. So I'd be happy to learn more from you in the future.

Victor: I'm talking about your favorite type, your hobbies, your three sizes, and so on!

Ellis: …………….

Jude: I gotta go to work, Ellis.

Victor: Don’t ignore me! That hurts!

Victor: Hehe.

Victor: How very Crown-worthy, aren’t you? I'm so glad you've joined us.

Victor: Hopefully, the crown will shine above your heads as well!

[Master List]

[frog-plague]

Hey uh very fucking random of me and please don't kill me (or do, your choice really) UHHH but like I'm not gonna say alot bc like ik you've been like getting harassed by random blogs (noah) but literally besides all that I'm pretty sure I may or may not have some form of Disassociative disorder as well...

idk I'm really sorry and I know it's really shitty of me to like ever talk to you again lol um but like your kinda the only person I've ever known to be confident enough to identify these kind of things in yourself and be open about it, I'm not gonna trauma dump but I have experienced levels of trauma as well including neglect, and I'm not really sure how it shows but I'm too scared to tell anyone because I know I have BPD and C-PTSD as that has been diagnosed but I feel like I always experience this level of derealisation and that I can't recognise myself when I look in the mirror, sometimes the tone of my voice changes and like ejejejejen idkkk

I didn't know who to ask because if I try reach out for professional help I'd feel really embarrassed and my parents definitely won't agree and won't let any diagnosis through and ahhh how do you deal with it or identify alters (in like the most non-personal way) like should I do more research or... idk.

[Feel free to block me after I'm just kinda confused :(]

To my knowledge (please know I am not a doctor and cannot diagnose you), disassociation is a common symptom of cptsd and bpd

I feel like before jumping straight to the CDD label you should try to do your own research on the different types of CDD that can cause a system (maybe look more into p-did and osdd both 1a and 1b if you really think that there's a possibility that you're a system)

If you think you've identified an alter then try to get to know them, write notes to them and try to improve internal communication, they could help with understanding what possible diagnosis you could have (that's what happened with Atticus and Aaron. Both are dormant now but that's not the point here)

under the cut I will copy paste the sys info channel in a server I'm in

Diagnoses There are 4 diagnoses that can include Complex Dissociative Disorders (Systems);

Dissociative Identity Disorder

Partial Dissociative Identity Disorder

Other Specified Dissociative Disorder

Unspecified Dissociative Disorder

Only 2 of these are CDD specific; DID and PDID. PDID is often less known, as it is only a diagnosis in the ICD-11 and not the DSM-5 OSDD is split into multiple parts, and is used when you don't meet the full criteria for another dissociative disorder (eg, depersonalisation without derealisation), and partially covers CDDs. This section is widely known as OSDD1 (osdd1a/b are actually community terms!). UDD is a temporary or emergency diagnosis, as is used when there is insuficient information to make a full diagnosis.

Diagnostic Criteria DID A. Disruption of identity characterized by two or more distinct personality states, which may be described in some cultures as an experience of possession. The disruption in identity involves marked discontinuity in sense of self and sense of agency, accompanied by related alterations in affect, behavior, consciousness, memory, perception, cognition, and/or sensory-motor functioning. These signs and symptoms may be observed by others or reported by the individual. B. Recurrent gaps in the recall of everyday events, important personal information, and/or traumatic events that are inconsistent with ordinary forgetting. C. The symptoms cause clinically significant distress or impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of functioning. D. The disturbance is not a normal part of a broadly accepted cultural or religious practice. Note: In children, the symptoms are not better explained by imaginary playmates or other fantasy play. E. The symptoms are not attributable to the physiological effects of a substance (e.g., blackouts or chaotic behavior during alcohol intoxication) or another medical condition (e.g., complex partial seizures)

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PDID A. Disruption of identity characterized by the experience of two or more distinct personality states (dissociative identities), involving discontinuities in the sense of self and agency. Each personality state includes its own pattern of experiencing, perceiving, conceiving, and relating to self, the body, and the environment. B. One personality state is dominant and functions in daily life (e.g., parenting, work), but is intruded upon by one or more non-dominant personality states (dissociative intrusions). These intrusions may be cognitive (intruding thoughts), affective (intruding affects such as fear, anger, or shame), perceptual (e.g., intruding voices fleeting visual perceptions, sensations such as being touched), motor (e.g., involuntary movements of an arm), or behavioural (e.g., an action that lacks a sense of agency or ownership). These experiences are experienced as interfering with the functioning of the dominant personality state and are typically aversive. C. The non-dominant personality states do not recurrently take executive control of the individual’s consciousness and functioning to the extent that they perform in specific aspects of daily life (e.g., parenting, work). However, there may be occasional, limited and transient episodes in which a distinct personality state assumes executive control to engage in circumscribed behaviours (e.g., in response to extreme emotional states or during episodes of self-harm or the reenactment of traumatic memories). D. The symptoms are not better accounted for by another mental disorder (e.g., Schizophrenia or Other Primary Psychotic Disorder). E. The symptoms are not due to the effects of a substance or medication on the central nervous system, including withdrawal effects (e.g., blackouts or chaotic behaviour during substance intoxication), and are not due to a Disease of the Nervous System (e.g., complex partial seizures) or to a Sleep-Wake disorder (e.g., symptoms occur during hypnagogic or hypnopompic states). The symptoms result in significant impairment in personal, family, social, educational, occupational or other important areas of functioning. If functioning is maintained, it is only through significant additional effort

OTHER DIAGNOSES As a questioning system, we will always support you in your journey of self discovery, however it's important to look into other possibilities!

There are many disorders that can superficially mimic or have symptoms very similar to a CDD;

DPDR or other dissociative disorders

Personality Disorders

PTSD

Psychotic Disorders

As you know your symptoms best, it's important for you to do your own research into these! As you do, it is important to also keep in mind that these are also commonly comorbid with CDDs, so if your symptoms match both, it may just be both.

Good luck!

[the-pure-blood-lady]

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This blog is mainly for sharing my art, original characters, fanart, and possibly commissions, as well as indulging in my obsession with Satoi's art style in Diabolik Lovers franchise.

I tend to overdo it in personalization and decorations, please bear with me. It will just take me an entire year for each post >.>

|WIP | Fanart | Oc|

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´ཀ` Something to ask...➣ asks blog ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Something to show... ➣ wip/ art / visual 𓆩♡𓆪 Lysebeth ➣ Any post relate to this little one. 𓆩𓆪 Something to tell...➣ Admin just blabbing around જ⁀➴ Something to share...➣reblog ۵ Diabolik Lovers

⟡Request.... ✗ | ⟡Dm ....✓ |

⟡Art trade.... ✗ | ⟡Ask....✓ |

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I will respond to them as best I can, but English is not my native language, so I may take some time to respond, and I'm using Ai to help me not sound like a three years old. I prefer to sound like a robot >.> I'm an introvert, so I'm naturally awkward and don't handle overly affectionate or demonstrative messages very well. Socializing is beyond my comfort zone, and I'm tired of people pretending to want to be friends with me just to get free art. This has happened to me a lot, so I tend to keep my guard up. I'm open to drawing your OC if the inspiration strikes me, but I don't take requests. I prefer to do gifts. This community is a bit chaotic and doesn't exactly inspire confidence, which is a shame because there are some truly talented people here. Given my previous explanation, the combination of a language barrier and trust issues can give me a distant vibe, do not take it personally please >.< I want to be clear that I won't be doing role-play here too. My OC is primarily for art purposes, so she's not developed enough for that, asks are the limit for now.

|Ask|

I will not respond as the Admin, but as Lysebeth, the OC I'm working on. You can still ask me things directly, just specify it's for me. To make it simpler call me Erie the name of my main OC in the fandom and I'll know you want to talk with me and not Lysebeth. No NSFW theme that will be ignored, and you can be blocked if you persist with it. It will take some time to organize answers to them. Furthermore, I'll be bending things to fit my OC's lore, so don't take anything I post as canon. Another point, I have prepared a way to answer questions with a shadow of the person who asks something. I've made a girl and a boy shapes, so if you want a specific one, just add "Random-chan" or "Random-kun" to your message, or I'll choose randomly ;D Here is an example for an anonymous ask, the name will change for non anon ask.

" Hi~ Just passing by to ask, did you meet Karleinz as a pureblood ?"

Basics rules

I want to be clear that any behavior I deem disrespectful or toxic will not be tolerated. I'm past the playground quarrels stage, so I'll just block anyone who acts that way.

I also don't allow NSFW content on my blog, so please don't sexualize my OC in interactions, asks, or fanart. She's physically a minor, so that's a big no.

I encourage people to be inspired by my art, but please don't repost it, trace it, or create blatant copies. I don't really understand the pose and color theft things that were happening at some point, but using my OC to create your own character is also a big no.

Lysebeth was created from clichés, so her design isn't totally unique. However, if a lot of her design elements are taken and used as a whole, I won't let that slide.

Concerning my way of presenting my blog, I mainly use designs derived from Diabolik Lovers. I don't own them, so feel free to use them too.

Diabolik Lovers is not for children, it way too dark and toxic. It's portraying unhealthy relationships. I will smooth that out as much as possible with Lysebeth and my art content by not including any romance or ship, but please still be careful.

[gatheredfates]

Hello everyone—this is another smaller update post for Sea's Community Compendium! These are likely to continue until next week (provided I have resources), then it'll swap back to a weekly update when I go back to work. I want to try and keep up with any and all resources that I can in the early days so I'm not swamped when I get busy. ⛵

I'm trying to get a headcount going with Dawntrail's release! I probably did it a bit too early, to be fair, but I'm insane like that. If you're looking for people to follow, I highly recommend replying to that thread because I'll reblog any that come my way.

With that said, however, as of today (07/10), the following resources have been added to Sea's Community Compendium for XIV Creatives.

LARGE-SCALE COMMUNITY DISCORDS / SPACES

The Aitiascope Directory — A repository of roleplayers for the North American FFXIV community.

Please note: this resource does look to be newly created and needs contributions from people like you in order to succeed!

FFXIV Crafting Optimiser — This website is a crafting tool that tries to find a solution for your synthesis, using your own given crafting attributes and stats.

SEAFLOOR

We're a Tumblr Community now! For people unfamiliar with the concept of Communities, I encourage you to check out the tumblr post by staff made about them here. However, copy/pasting what I have written in the Compendium, the Community functions as so:

SEAFLOOR (A FFXIV Community) is a Tumblr community whose duel-purpose focuses on my projects — the Compendium, question drives and screenshot events — whilst also reblogging member created works, resources (including events, commissions and looking for content/roleplay/free company posts), affirmations and other xiv-related content. If you are interested in supporting my projects without the social aspect of a Discord, I highly encourage you to join the Community. Everything hosted on the Discord will be cross-posted there; you will not miss out on anything. As Communities are still in beta, members need to be manually invited. If you would like to join, please like the tumblr post here. Once Communities are out of beta, I will remove this section to better reflect its true public status.

I'm hoping the Community will function as a member-curated dash, resource hub and visual diary for my projects and member created works. There are no hard feelings if you want to leave the Discord and only join the Community. Please do what makes you comfortable!

Want to submit? You can either fill out the google form here or send me an ask with the relevant information!

Is my space suitable for the Compendium? Most of the time, yes! Below the read more is some more information/stipulations. Again, all the below information is accessible on the document! 🦈

Below are the following things I do not accept on the Compendium:

Personal/Single-Character LFC ads.

Content intended for or can be used for bullying, harassment and OOC gossip. E.g. ‘Secrets’ blogs, receipts, callout posts, etc. This does not include in-character tabloid blogs used to generate RP.

Communities that do not have an RP/writing element (large-scale exempt).

Anything I find personally distasteful or goes against the spirit of this project.

Common-sense rule applies.

FAQ.

I want to put my community on the compendium but we have an application process. Is this okay?

Yes! Just note somewhere in your application that's a requirement. The only thing that is mandatory for the Compendium is that you must be open to new members or have a public-facing/accessible facet. There's no point advertising a community if no one can join it in some way!

I want to put my community on the compendium but I only have x number of members —

Also totally okay! People don't start with large communities. Activity is a must but, whether your server has two or two thousand members, if you're looking for new people to join, I'd love to help you find people.

I want to put my community on the compendium but I worry its too niche?

Okay, and? If your Eorzean Fishing Alliance has four members but you roleplay every second weekend, I still want to know about it.

What resources/communities can I add if I'm not the owner of them?

Mutual consent is extremely important to me, so anything that isn't a large-scale community OR a publicly accessible resource must be endorsed by the owner/admin/moderators in order to be added to the compendium. I operate under the assumption that a resource posted to a public space (tumblr, googledocs, youtube, etc) is open to all. A large-scale community is one with a significant member count or openly advertises itself as being accessible to everyone for whatever purpose it serves. If in doubt, please get in touch with me. I'm happy to contact your community owners for you!

How active does a community need to be?

If you find a community has not been active in about two/three months, send me a message and I'll take a look at it. Communities have ebbs and flows, especially event spaces that may take hiatuses depending on member interest/life events. I'm not strict in my implementation provided a space isn't dead. If a link or anything is broken, absolutely contact me about that.

I have [insert a question not stated here]?

No drama! Send me an ask or use the #Compendium channel in my Discord!

[wheeboo]

hi rania! i wanted to ask if you have any tips + tricks for beginners starting their own blog? 👉👈

i've been wanting to create a writing blog for a while now, but i'm unfamiliar with how to manage one and create masterlists and such 😵‍💫

hi my love!! and AAA honoured that YOU asked ME for such tips 😔 but i'll try my best to give you some!

firstly, definitely go through other blogs to see how they format their blog, fics, and stuff. i wouldn't worry too much about a theme or anything yet, but create a post in your drafts that will essentially be the one that you'll pin for your blog. in it, you can state your name, age, pronouns, whatever, and also link your masterlist and other posts that you want, like an about me or guidelines post

this is how i format my pinned post, in a way that is easy to read and organised :

your masterlist will be a completely different post, which will be the post you'll have all your fics linked in

in order to link the masterlist to the pinned post, you're going to copy the URL link of the post and paste in this box that comes up while highlighting the word "masterlist". then just rinse and repeat this process with as many links and posts you want on your pinned and in your masterlist. and whenever you're ready, post them to your blog publicly!

play around with colours and symbols that suit the style/theme/aesthetic that you want!

tag your posts with relevant tags so that your readers can find your content more easily, such as #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst or even your daily rambling tags and mutual/friends tags!

also this is to anyone in general, if you're planning to post a fic and its a bit long, PLEASE put a read more tag! you can add one by selecting this on a new line:

it all might be overwhelming to manage at first, but seriously take your time with setting everything up! write at your own pace, post random rambles abt your life at 4am, it's all up to you! i literally consider my own blog as my lil life diary and seventeen fanfiction JSKFDSF. trust me tho- you'll get the hang of it <3

post as much as you want and also engage with people who give you feedback on your work (which is... a bit hard nowadays haha) and don't be afraid to make friends and interact with other writers and readers!!

i hope these tips/tricks help you in some way 😭😭 and good luck on your writing blog if you plan on starting it :))) if you need anymore help, feel free to ask !!

[pestkit]

PINNED POST ???? awezum ! Yeah I'm just copy pasting from our pinned post on Twitter. I can't be bothered to remake it

★ This is a blog dedicated to Pest (Regretevator) x Medkit (Phighting!), a silly crackship that we got too attached to. Please h ☆ We post/rb art, memes, or just... whatever. It's all Pestkit. Go crazy ★ May have lore. Not saying what tho ☆ I can't be bothered to double check which drawings were already posted to this hellsite, so if you see duplicates from when Kas posted some of his, that's why.

★ Twitter (archived) // Strawpage // Bluesky

Below the break is more info, including a trigger list, DNI, and misc info. Everything here was last updated 10/20/24.

TAGS - ☆ These are for our posts specifically, submitted and reblogged posts will not have these.

🍂 - Anonymous / whoever in the system wants to make art but isn't too into it (or Damien) 🕸 - Pest 👾 - Kasper 💼 - Medkit 💙 - Vix

DNI LIST - ★

☆ Basic DNI applies; we don't tolerate you here if you fit the list ❤

TRIGGERS - ☆

★ Lots of YAOI ⚠ (or yuri from Vix), if that isn't your thing, LEAVE! (JOKE) ☆ (Serious) There may be mentions of drugs/alcohol, blood/death, and nsx nudity. We'll try our best to label each post that applies to these. ★ All art will be SFW regardless :3

TAGS - ★

#pestkit - Main tag #submission - Submitted posts by other people #strawpage - Strawpage asks / art, may be tagged along with #submission

MISC - ☆

☆ We sprinkle our own headcanons and designs onto these two, so if the art looks a little different each time, that's why! Lore-wise we're trying to stay in-character, but no guarantees it'll be 1-1. (Our Pest and Medkit like to project onto this ship, so!) ★ Please refrain from replying with any NSFW comments (silly suggestive MAY BE ok), we will throw you into the disco meat grinder ty <3 ☆ Ask box here and on our strawpage are open for any suggestions / ideas, no guarantees we'll do them, but it doesn't hurt to try! :3 ★ We do have a Phightevator server, IT IS NOT PESTKIT ORIENTED but rather a place for people that like the concept of Phighting + Regretevator (and just a cool hangout server) (join) [ https://discord.gg/Vp3y8vny3H ] ☆ Post submissions are always open, PLEASE follow the guidelines, otherwise we'll just ignore you. Same goes for asks on here and our strawpage, please have common courtesy. If you send hate, feel free to bite my shiny metal a ★ This blog is ran by @heyitsdamiien (acc/main blog) / @ambereign (art blog). ☆ Stagbeetle is an alternate name for the ship, we just don't use it often so people don't get confused for the bug itself.

[stellar-constellations]

Requests rules masterlist!

My inbox is OPEN, if you wish to request, there are certain rules!

I WILL WRITE:

Fluff

Hurt/comfort

Platonic

Female reader

G/N reader

Yanderes (whether it'd be yandere x yandere, or yandere x willing! darling) {Soon, I will post my own yandere OC's for darling's}

Gore

Blood

Girl x Girl

Boy x Girl

Dead Dove

I WILL NOT WRITE:

Big age gaps (5 years or more)

Any incest or stepcest whatsoever

Bodily fluids such as piss or scat

Pedophilia

Student x teacher

Pure angst

Smut/NSFW

Boy x Boy (I have no experience in writing this)

Sex worker or prostitution

OC's or reader's too specific (strict appearance, closed backstories with little to work with, etc) when it comes to REQUESTS, SERIES are a different story!

Polyamorous relationships

Drugs, including weed, marijuana, or any other illegal substances (alcohol is fine).

Rape/detailed descriptions of sexual assault.

More can be added if needed to. If you're not sure that I take a certain request because your category isn't on this list, feel free to request anyways! I read ALL of my requests, but I will delete those that don't follow my rules and I'll update my rulebook if necessary.

REQUESTS WILL BE WORKED ON AND UPLOADED AT ANY TIME, INCLUDING FROM DAYS TO WEEKS (I apologize but I have a life outside writing and I will not jeopardize my mental health for writing I don't get paid for).

Important: I do feel like I need to address this, but I don't accept requests that have already been done by other people. I follow tags and see the same exact requests, copied and pasted, onto other blogs and I personally just feel that it's a little disrespectful to send a request to multiple different people for the same exact thing. I could just be sensitive, but I feel like there's no point writing it if it's already been done.

I understand the requestors could potentially be looking for different takes of the request, or they could just be spamming any account looking for anyone to take their request and complete it. I'm someone who writes for myself, and I like the requests and ideas my followers give me because they're special and unique, and not like any other requests; is what I wish for it to be like.

With the exact same requests and ideas circling around, it just feels like your writing is a bit downgraded. That anyone can do better; which I'm not saying I'm the best, but I like having my work acknowledged since I take the time out of my day to complete them. It feels like your work gets placed on the back burner of other writings pertaining the same exact request or very similar to. It just feels competitive; I'm not here for first prize or fame.

Everyone writes unique. I'm not saying that all zombie AU's are all the same requests with the same ideas and such; there's different executions and many different ideas that can turn that into your own special writing. I'm saying that the exact same requests like "Short woman with purple hair and yellow eyes meets (so-so) in a coffee shop and they get each others number and hang out at Hot Topic" (I just made that up at the top of my head, I'm not trying to target anyone); then seeing that exact request, word from word, on five other blogs, just feels like you wasted your time.

Perhaps I'm just asking too much considering this is the internet, people are going to do what they want. And I kind of see myself as being a bitch saying this because I KNOW I take forever to write, I know my writing is really long in word count and in posting, that I have no posting schedule or anything. I'm sorry for that, I really do wish I had more time in the day to focus on my hobbies and this blog; but you can't just ask to stop time, now can you?

I understand you can become impatient with me, or change your mind about me writing; in that case, please just pop in my messages and say you want the request cancelled. You don't have to tell me that you're impatient or that you want someone else to do it; I won't shame you for it.

Thank you for reading. Let this be a reminder that I don't accept requests others have done. Remember, this is just my opinion and views on such topics. We don't live long enough to listen to bullshit or hate in the comments, so I'll just ignore your comment or delete it if someone is being rude because it's MY opinion, not yours. If you don't like my opinion, scroll.

[madtrender]

It just occurred to me that though I've had this blog since... 2020? 2021? I've never really introduced myself! So here's my intro post!

Coinfight wishlist!!

ABOUT ME

[PT: ABOUT ME /End PT]

- My name is Maddox

- Pronouns: they/them, a/am/aes, xey/xem, & sol/sols

- I've identified as bi since I was 11, & as nonbinary in some way shape or form since I was 12

- I run mogaiwiki.miraheze (I know, the home page is a little wonky on mobile) & it's corresponding blog @theothermogaiwiki

- I won't give a specific age but I am an adult :)

- I'm Black

- Self-dxed inattentive-type ADHD

- Interests: linguistics, entomology, ornithology, MOGAI, horror, Lab Rats (Disney sitcom)

IDENTITIES

[PT: IDENTITIES /End PT]

(I'm genderfluid & constantly discovering myself, so these may change!)

- orientation: arofucked, bi, aroallo, quoiromantic, bellusromantic, polyamorous, relationship anarchist, amatopunk, afamilial

- gender: broadly: genderfluid, more specifically: abrogender, humanthing, monachoric, horrorhypic, mogaihypic, sumquotic, trenderpunk. i'm like if a girl was a boy was a thing was a total loser.

OTHER

[PT: OTHER /End PT]

- tags: nsfw terms tagged as 'mogai after dark', i generally try to tag stuff with its -in-nature term (XIN, IDIN, POIN, etc.) as well as its name and what system it belongs to, if any.

- I do not have a DNI as I feel they're ineffective, however I will say I support (or at least am neutral toward) most good faith identities as long as they're not harmful to others (so this does NOT include most "transid"/"radqueer" beliefs as they're inherently harmful & ableist/racist/just really bad for everyone's mental health).

- on that note: because this is primarily an archival blog, I sometimes reblog stuff with conflicting DNIs or which endorse things that I personally don't.

- I will take flag requests, headcanon requests, & general coining requests.

- I will take xenoid requests too but obviously I'm pro-xenogender & so is every term I coin.

- I'm 100% fine with my terms/flags being put on wikis & the like (with credit).

FREE PALASTINE

[PT: FREE PALASTINE /End PT]

Nada Al-Muzaini is a Palestinian university student whose mother was killed in the bombings. She's taking care of her chronically ill father & her younger siblings, one of whom is only a year old. Please, if you can, donate to her gofundme.

Israel is actively bombing Rafah. Time is running out.

Nada's gofundme - https://gofund.me/bf9b5575

Nada's Tiktok - https://www.tiktok.com/@nada_sakher?_t=8mDW8PBu05e&_r=1

A tiktok explaining Nada's situation - https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTL4xy5Tg/

UPDATE: As of 6/6/24 Nada's tiktok account is banned, hopefully it will return soon. Last I heard from her, her father had passed & she had moved to a different part of Rafah.

Ola Mohammed is a Palestinian mother of three children. She managed to escape to Egypt but recently gave birth and so has medical bills and very little money. Her daughter has asthma and requires medical care as well.

Ola's gofundme - https://gofund.me/ecdf5649

Ola's Tiktok - https://www.tiktok.com/@ola.mohammed87?_t=8mDWKpgtII2&_r=1

I DON'T HAVE MONEY, HOW CAN I HELP?

[PT: I DON'T HAVE MONEY, HOW CAN I HELP? /End PT]

- Make your own post (copy & paste from this one, if you want)

- Make posts on different social media

- Put their gofundme links in your bio

- Watch, like, comment, & share as many of their videos as you can to boost them