#(Lots of tags today!! Lots of non-anon asks!)

[askchuuyanakahara]

Chuuya~ we're not so lucky or worthy to get an actual kiss, can you at least blow us one 🥺👉👈

Chuuya: "Please leave my office."

Chuuya: "It'd be unfair if he knows where I live but I don't know where he lives, right?"

@darkwitchling

Chuuya: "I doubt Dazai's gonna get scared over a phone message."

@azapofinspiration

Chuuya: "Although I really can't say what I do in depth."

Chuuya: "I don't particularly like sitting down all day.."

Chuuya: "It's not always because of me. He sometimes turns red even when I don't hit him."

Chuuya: "Not that he'll check. He hates going to the hospital."

@lacunazai @bioluminescentcat

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

What theory do you have regarding Babylon's loss of wings? I can understand if it's just how their species looks, but Rouge having wings while they don't seems strange to me. Sega even gave Honey the Cat white feathered angel wings, but not the actual bird species. 🫠

(I myself put slits on the back lol)

Okay Anon, this may seem like an easy answer question, but (un)fortunately, it is not! I have a lot to say on this, so much so that I whipped out my laptop and a word document to answer you, so let's delve into my personal lore for Babylonians, birds, and mobian-human relations: this isn't my official post for it, but until I have time to write a 900K word document on what the hell my canon is, THIS IS AS GOOD AS IT GETS!

CONTEXTUAL NOTE: I wouldn't classify this as a disclaimer, but I want to explain to the other people in these large tags what this post is. No, I am NOT claiming this is canon lore. No, it is not an AU. This is my personal canon-adjacent lore that has been carefully crafted with thoroughly intense regards to every piece of relevant source materials, going as far back as concept pieces from development. In order to make things work for MY canon, details have been changed and will sometimes contradict fragments of regular canon. Could I make everything cohesive and non-contradictory? Yes, and that's a different project of mine. This is my sandbox, you don't have to play in it (but it would be REALLY fun if you joined me :p) ONE LAST THING: I started writing this the second you sent it to me, then abandoned it until now where I did 90% of the writing. I am tired and slightly incoherent but I wanted it done, so sorry if it's rushed. You can send me more asks to clarify but I mean... i will probably make it worse lmao

THE CURSE OF BABYLON: OUR FALLEN ANGELS

HISTORY

1.1 Babylonians in Space

The Babylonians originate from the planet Babylon (lol duh), which is currently too far away from the major galaxies around Earth/Mobius to pinpoint an exact location, or who their neighbouring planets were. (Translation: one day I will design the star systems of the Sonic universe, but today is not that day!)

While most of the Babylonians reside on their home planet, exploration ships did go out in search of new technology, as these aliens pride themselves on their Treasure and Greatness. One of the common misconceptions about Babylonians is that 'treasure' translates to items of monetary value, but what they actually sought out was new technological advancements so they could pull from other developing planets and take what they've learned to improve their own inventions. This distorted sentiment is a tragic detail that spoils the reputation and ambition of the Babylonian descendants who have lost the true meaning of their heritage, but it's safe to say that some of them still think this way (cough, Wave and Tekno, cough).

Circling back to the point at hand though, I want to make it very clear that the Babylonians of Earth/Mobius are NOT the entire species, nor are they pure Babylonians. The real Babylon exists lightyears away, lost to the vastness of the universe, and Babylon Garden (Astral Babylon) was merely one ship that had been scouting various galaxies for new technology.

While it is not inherently relevant to the topic at hand, there was a brief moment in pre-crash Babylonian history where they were in alliance with the Black Arms. This took place before the war on Argentium with the Xorda, as the Babylonians tend to remain neutral during conflicts that do not concern them, but back on Babylon there are a separate class of Babylonian-Black Arms hybrids known to us as Corvids. The black pigment of these birds combined with their superior intelligence and durability was given to them through the power of chaos energy, something Babylonians do not possess in concentrated amounts when compared to other alien species, but was the result of crossbreeding with Black Arms. While there were some Corvids on Babylon Garden, the ship that crashed onto Earth/Mobius, many were made once more once the Babylonians had settled on the planet, welcoming a new, less potent version of this genetic branch. These Corvids are less powerful due to the weakened genetic purity of the Earth/Mobius-bound Babylonians, but they are still exceedingly brilliant, albeit near-extinct by present day.

1.2 Babylonians on Earth/Mobius

After travelling to the Nameless Zone and having a close call with the Berzerkers, Babylon Garden (the ship known as Astral Babylon) managed to emergency warp one last time to Earth/Mobius, the nearest dominant zone. Because of the damage caused by the Berzerkers, they disconnected the Ark of the Cosmos which had been used to manipulate gravity and warp them anywhere in space. This particular vessel was thus stranded on the planet, but their hopes of being found by other Babylonians who could bring them back home are the reason why Babylonians (and anyone in general) are inclined to make wishes on shooting stars. Making do with an 'inferior' planet, the Babylonians got somewhat of a negative reputation for their reclusiveness on their island, and superiority complexes when interacting with the planet's other inhabitants.

As the Babylonians split into different factions based on 3 major dogmas (which we will examine later) they developed a range of reputations. Because humans look down on mobians, the Babylonians which assimilated with other mobians were treated about as poorly as them. Contrastingly, Battle Kukus and the Battle Bird Armada are praised, respected, and in alliance with human society, especially the government. Their alienness has long been forgotten as Babylonian in origin, but their distinction from other mobians makes humans trust them more. If anything, the dominant public opinion is that "these ones aren't so bad, they can keep the inferior breeds of mobian in-line" which is fucked up to say the least. The Babylon Rogues are still regarded as Babylonian, and yet, hardly known, so they are as invisible and neutral as you can get. The modern reputations of these factions will be brought up again later from a current point of view, but it is safe to say that we have a full range of Babylonian reputation spanning from negative to positive.

1.3 Humans

Humans are racist, big shock! I won't dwell on it too much since this will eventually get its own post, but humans and Babylonians are biologically compatible, meaning there are plenty of humans who have Babylonian heritage. I don't mean like our REAL Babylonian descendants, which I feel like I should clarify. The non-fictional and historical city of Babylon (located in modern day Iraq) was named after the alien Babylon/Babylonians (in Sonic, obviously) because the biblical Tower of Babel depicted the tale of humans trying to reach heaven by building vertically: this sentiment being shared with the Babylonians who looked to the stars and longed to return home to Babylon. So, essentially, the history is reversed here!

Some humans worshipped the Babylonians, and there were a good number of them who had Babylonian-Human children. They turned out normal, arguably more normal than the ones who ended up with mobians, but the racism kinda discouraged this. There was a good deal of fetishization of these hybrids so they don't exist anymore, not to mention how the recessive nature of Babylonian traits discourages this practice. BASICALLY, a lot of humans have some percentage of Babylonian DNA, but it's barely detectable in the modern age… it DID happen though.

GENETICS

2.1 Babylonians

Even back on their home planet, the trait of having full sets of wings was recessive. You can see even by looking at murals of Babylonians provided in the games:

Wings? Where are the WINGS?!? I mean, there's this:

... but if we zoom out:

it is clear that while full sets of wings exist, few Babylonians had them, and the ones that did were ranked higher and even worshipped for their abilities, making them angelic to some extent.

So, considering that only a "small" (subjective) portion of Babylonians were on Babylon Garden when it crashed, it is safe to say that our starting numbers for the winged gene are… actually not as minimal as we might initially think. (But I just mentioned a hierarchy???)

More specifically, there are two types of wings we are going to examine: forearm wings, and back wings. The former are more common albeit still not universally inherited, and the latter were always persons of great status and power, as marked by their organic ways of flight. Since our Babylonians could not go back home or attain more fully-winged persons, this immediately impacted social hierarchies with even more emphasis being placed on genetic superiority.

I am going to simplify the genetics, but essentially, the rules are as follows:

Back-wings are an AUTOSOMAL RECESSIVE trait. This means that both parents must be carriers for there to even be a chance of inheritance. Here is a handy dandy visual I stole from google images because I am too lazy to draw you a punnett square:

Armed-wings are an AUTOSOMAL DOMINANT trait. Look at the chart above, any square with a dominant letter (R) inherits the trait. Essentially, unless both parents are recessive with no forearm-wings (rr and rr) a Babylonian will inherit the trait.

Carriers of the Back-wing trait have a 50% chance of having armed-wings. Don't ask how this works, assume it is magic if you don't know genetics that well (genetics are magic anyways LOL)

From this, it is quite evident how traditional (back) wings phased out of the genepool. While it is true that non-Babylonians can carry the back-wing gene (mobians who have wings), Babylonians by nature are almost always recessive! Birdness? Recessive. Tall, humanoid proportions? Recessive. So while mating with a winged-mobian increases the likelihood of having a set of proper wings, the offspring will almost always be the same species as the mobian parent. Thus, it is far more likely for a modern day Babylonian descendant to have armed-wings as opposed to back-wings, which require a very lucky combination of genetic makeup to present as a trait.

Forearm-wings are capable of gliding and sometimes flight, but are very limiting in terms of regular mobility since the arms would have to be somewhat underdeveloped to work as wings. It's also a bitch to try and hold things or wear shirts when your long feathers take up so much space, not to mention how you'll have to choose between flight and non-restrictive clothing. Weight is also a factor, as there is not enough power in arm-flapping to fly, unless one is very light. Furthermore, while a Babylonian child may fly with forearm-wings, they will probably grow out of it.

2.2 Evolution via Assimilation

The recessive nature of Babylonian genes also explains how they evolved to look more akin to mobians than humans. The modern day Babylon Rogues and much of the Battle Bird Armada pass as mobians, hence why Babylonian heritage is long forgotten and perhaps extinct according to most. However, the genes swing both ways: many non-birds (both mobian and human) are also some percentage of Babylonian, the traits are just recessive (making them carriers). There's a huge mutation that I'm about to cover, but it is safe to say that foxes are probably the utmost carriers of it!

2.3 Mutated Genes

There are two main mutations I want to talk about, so I will section them off. I'm sure people can think of more, and I do have a handful in the works, but the ones that are interesting and important to my lore are as follows:

a) Blue Eyes

Ever notice how essentially, across the comics and games, basically every single bird has blue eyes? Speedy and Soar are the only two who are given eye colours outside of blue (they have brownish-red eyes) with the rest having either no colour (black) or blue. When you take a look at who else has blue eyes, basically all the foxes do! Look deeper, and a lot of the characters with heightened intellect/wit or innovative skills have blue eyes. I'm not saying all innovative characters have blue eyes, that's racist, but all of the characters with blue eyes are either birds, smarties, or both. Some of this is character design prejudice, as I am a sucker for beautiful brown eyes mwah, but the pattern does exist.

Wait… what about Eggman? Maria? ELISE, WHOSE ROYAL CREST IS ALSO A BIRD? Need I remind everyone that the real life blue-eye mutation was traced back to a common ancestor? BLUE EYES ARE ALSO RECESSIVE, JUST LIKE ALL OTHER BABYLONIAN TRAITS! I SAID IT FOR A REASON, GUYS! I've constantly brought up how Babylonians are equally compatible with humans and mobians, and it is because this genetic mutation was the result of breeding with Babylonians. Blue eyes are an alien trait that for Earth/Mobius, was Babylonian in origin. It goes beyond blue eyes though, because these inventor-types with blue eyes also tend to be taller and leaner, making them somewhat comparable to the original mural depictions of the Babylonians.

Take it or leave it, I'm not claiming this was intentional or intended to be canon… but it is. To ME. When you combine real genetics with anthropomorphic furries, you're allowed to take some liberties and come up with fun ways to explain certain genetic traits. (I also failed to mention earlier that foxes exist in the Nameless Zone and were tied to the fall of Babylon, so it makes sense that Babylonians upon crashing to Earth/Mobius would seek familiarity in the mobian foxes already inhabiting the planet, thus tying the wit of kitsune to the innovation of Babylonians on a historic level.) Oh and before I move on, blue eyes are a recessive trait in almost every circumstance... the exception is to Babylonians, where it is a dominant trait. Brown eyes, if you are a bird, are recessive, hence why we only have 2 instances of brown eyes! Okay, there might be a few other background character birds I'm missing, but we either cannot see their eyes, or they're black (stylistic) or BLUE! Let me have this lol

b) Ovisanguitan Testalysis (OT)

Wow, that's a fancy name for "eggs no work" isn't it? This may come as a surprise, but Babylonians did not lay eggs, they are viviparous: need I repeat myself on how they're humanoid? Anyways, while Babylonians have viviparous births, mobian birds that are NOT Babylonian still exist. It might feel like I am pulling this out of nowhere, and perhaps it is a bit hypocritical for me to say "not all birds are going to be Babylonian!" after attributing an entire recessive trait to them two seconds ago, I firmly believe that birds exist outside of Babylon with no genetic ties. This is because… (inhales) BABYLONIANS ARE NOT BIRDS! THEY ARE BIRD-ESQUE, BUT THEY ARE HUMANOID BIRD-ESQUE CREATURES! Wanna know what else look like birds? BATS! DINOSAURS! DRAGONS! CERTAIN INSECTS!

Just because the Babylonians pride themselves on their birdness, it does not necessitate that birdness is exclusive to Babylonians. However, if modern day Babylonians are birds who have assimilated to be very mobian in composition, it would seem that they would be conceived and developed via eggs, not viviparously. As I established though, Babylonian traits are recessive, and therefore still possible (though not probable) given the right genetic composition.

Some modern day Babylonians then, have a reproductive disorder called Ovisanguitan Testalysis, known as OT. While egg-laying mobians develop about 1/3rd of their offspring inside their body before laying, with the latter part of development occurring independently inside the egg which hatches when completed, Babylonians initially gave birth at the end of term like humans do. Modern day Babylonians with OT will "lay" the same time regular egg-laying mobians do, aka after the first trimester, but because of their Babylonian genes, their body does not physically form a shell around the embryo before it is expelled. Without a shell, this is essentially a VERY premature birth that cannot be incubated or salvaged, and is more comparable to an abortion or miscarriage resembling a bloody clump of cells than a premature child.

There are very few instances where Babylonians with OT are able to prevent their bodies from expelling the embryo prematurely with enough calcium supplements and full-time hospitalization that prevents the premature rejection of the fetus, but because the Babylonians with this disorder are almost always Rogues (I'll probably explain that later) it is essentially just a very rare disorder which affects a small population that aren't even registered as legal citizens to any country. It is not IMPOSSIBLE to successfully have a child with OT, just highly unlikely, and they will probably be underdeveloped in some areas (the most likely defect being a lack of immune system… so the child will probably die from disease even if they make it to term).

Also, if someone with OT were to carry a child to term via medical intervention, the strain this puts on their body will most likely kill them, and if by some miracle they survive, they will be incapacitated as they will never fully recover from the nutrient drainage and overall stress this puts on the body. If this rant feels completely out of place in this response let me have it please, where else am I gonna mention it!?

DOGMAS

With regards to the Babylonians on Earth/Mobius, there are certain branches of absolute belief (dogmas) that they dispersed into, each one thinking they are superior over the other two. These might not seem directly related to your question, but it provides so much scope for how genes are relevant to the three dogmas. Also, with all these groups splitting off, the genetic odds of back-wings decreases significantly.

3.1 Assimilate

Most Babylonians assimilated with the mobians… okay, and the humans. There are humans who have Babylonian DNA even in modern times, but I think we all know who the more obvious choice was, considering the racism and all. These Babylonians found no reason to fight internally about their blood purity or distinct alien features because birds already exist in the universe outside of Babylon. Being more bird-like has nothing to do with surviving as a species, so the truth of the matter is that a lot of Babylonians couldn't care less and therefore didn't! Due to most Babylonians adopting this dogma, the physical, recessive traits disappeared almost immediately, with wings being first to go.

3.2 The Battle Birds

Initially, the only group that existed outside of assimilation were the Battle Kukus, or the Battle Bird Armada. They believed in Babylonian supremacy, and still exist to this day with the same dogma more or less. However, the way Kukus go about defining "Babylonian" is… based on their birdness, combined with regular eugenics, of course. Kukus pride themselves on strength and unity as a faction, with defected birds being snuffed out and eaten up until recent decades… that we know of. They probably still are cannibals lol.

Despite their disdain for other creatures of flight, non-birds with wings can produce viable children for the Kukus and are permitted to do so, as the Kukus only desire the FITTEST members, not the ones with the most Babylonian DNA. More on this in a second, let's circle back to the non-bird policy. I want to make it clear that this is not a good thing, because the Armada is only using winged-mobians for the increased likelihood of the recessive wings trait! They need to be the ones carrying by the way, so it gets prejudiced and sick from every angle: come on now, we can't just use winged mobians for breeding farms… doesn't stop them though! However, only birds can join the Armada, and because of how it is often one or the other (you either are a bird or have back-wings) most of these "outsourced" offspring are not Kukus.

Kukus pride themselves on their birdness, so forearm-wings are permitted for those of adequate status: you have to clip them back until you are given permission to fly. They despise the use of flight-based technology, as it makes flight accessible to non-birds, which as we know, pisses them the fuck off.

3.3 The Babylon Rogues

The Babylon Rogues were initially Kukus, hundreds of years ago that is. During the Salem Witch Trials, black-pigmented mobians were hunted to near-extinction, as witchcraft was associated with the Black Arms, and the Black Arms are the reason mobians possess the black-pigment genes. Thus, even if one was not outwardly alien, being black (hah) made mobians targets for burnings or ritualistic sacrifice by both humans AND other mobians. They were dubbed Familiars of witches, or demons from the heavens (aka Black Arms) and killed for no other reason. Remember the Corvids? HAH! Yeah, there's a reason most of them are gone, even though the Babylonian-Corvids were initially able to grow their numbers with the birds on Earth/Mobius. Praised universally for their intelligence and superiority among Babylonians, the fall of the Corvids was a hefty tragedy that struck the Kukus horribly. Despite this, most of them did not care and continued to pride themselves on their birdness.

The Rogues however, objected, and believed that the Kukus had lost sight of what was important to them as Babylonians. Cooperating with humans? Becoming bird supremacists? Establishing a militaristic, ascetic regime that limits their power to the planet they're stuck on, claiming to only rule the skies and all below it? NAH. The Rogues care more about returning to the stars, and innovating their technology. Kukus pride themselves on their physical birdness which allows them to fly, but the Rogues care more about using their intellect and innovative skills present in their technological advancements. Speedy (the Kuku) even notes in the comics that extreme gear is outdated, and most original Armada content has little to do with the boards themselves. The Rogues however, are defined by their technological feats, which is technically closer to what the original Babylonians valued.

This generational disdain for Earth/Mobius and its people has led to some… moral corruption amidst the Rogues. While Babylonians were originally travelling across galaxies with good (albeit still arrogant) intentions on their quest of technological advancement, the Rogues are more thrifty to say the least. When non-Babylonians succeed at innovation, the Rogues believe that they just got lucky and accidentally attained genius, and make it their mission to steal the good parts from others and "make better use of this technology" after thrifting it. Other times, Rogues claim that other moments of genius were stolen from Babylonian technology, and thus, by stealing back any advancements made on Earth/Mobius, they are "reclaiming the culture stolen from them" or whatever. This is far more condescending and malicious than the initial Babylonians, which the Kukus dismiss as hedonism.

They're not WRONG, dare I said both sides are partially correct? Even so, the Rogues rebelled from their Armada and continued on their quest to find the best treasures and technological advancements on Earth/Mobius, stealing them for personal usage to hopefully fuel their ambition to reach the stars and find Babylon once more.

Before we move on, I should probably relate this back to wings with a fun fact. The Babylon Rogues CAN grow forearm wings, it's not that rare of a trait as we established. However, in order to distance themselves from the Kukus and reject their birdness, they tattoo their forearms: this floods the feather follicles with ink, preventing wing growth. The Rogues literally and symbolically choose their hands (INNOVATION, TANGIBILITY, INVENTION: to reach towards the sky… and to steal with) over their wings that honestly don't even work well enough to be effective. If they want to fly, they will use technology as the Babylonians once did, hence their reliance on and pride in Extreme Gear.

The EX Grand Prix was originally a community-based initiative for Rogues to show off their advancements and push the limits of Extreme Gear Mechanics to see who was getting closer for finding a way home, but the thrill of sports deterred them and now there are too many board restrictions (cough and shitty air-tank-exclusive shells mass produced by non Babylonians such as MeteoTech) to make this actually useful. Oh, and there are not enough mechanics to sustain the educational value of the Prix, which sucks. Sorry Wave!

Finally, if it wasn't already clear, the Babylon Rogues value what percentage of Babylonian DNA you have over your physical traits. They aren't inbred, but there's a reason we only have 3 remaining Babylon Rogues…

AFTERMATH

This is more of a "small things I missed" section because if you managed to read this far, I doubt you want MORE incoherent rambling. I'm tired, you're tired, we all just wanted to know where the wings went. BUT, since we're already invested I'm going to perform a lightning-round and give some concise wrap-ups for some of the loose ends I created!

4.1 Legal Rights

Members of the Battle Bird Armada were given equal rights to humans ever since they were instated to the government on a worldwide level. Almost every country endorses the Kukus; they are government funded and given full control of the skies so long as they keep mobians "in check" and work in tandem with GUN. You might be wondering why I choose to make them part of the human government when they're supposed to be aligned with Eggman, to which I point out that Eggman is ALSO in kahoots with the human government. When Eggman took over during Forces, human cities were spared from destruction so long as they were being compliant.

It is heavily implied if not indirectly confirmed that Eggman makes all the weapons and machinery for GUN, and the reason he has an infinite amount of resources for all his projects is because he is given permission from the human governments to do whatever the fuck he wants. "Oh but why does Sonic have to defend the humans from Eggman?" It's all about how Eggman and GUN can help one another under the table. Money. The answer is money and political corruption. The Kukus and Eggman can be allies or enemies, no one gives a fuck, they're both protected by government funds anyways.

The Babylon Rogues, as they are not assimilated mobians OR Kukus, are thus not registered citizens. This is why they can commit crimes and remain immune to genuine repercussions including imprisonment, but it is also why we do not know how many of them still exist. Jet, Storm, and Wave are presumably the last 3, but we have no way of confirming this since it's not like they exist in any databases within mobian or human censuses, or services such as healthcare or residency. They have so much money that it does not even matter, but as free as they are, it kinda sucks that they are not protected by the law either.

4.2 Present Day Relations (Very Concise)

No one knows about the Rogues, so who cares!

Humans love the Kukus... usually. Don't look into the cannibalism.

The Rogues despise the Kukus and will never cooperate with them.

The Kukus despite the Rogues, but believe that some of them are of use to the Armada. Lazy, incompetent, and inferior Rogues are hunted for the kill, but someone like Wave who is very Babylonian (genetically), has a Corvid father (in my lore), and is a mechamechanical genius unheard of and unchallenged… they really want someone like her. After they lost Tekno there was a horrendous void to fill, so while they will patronize the Rogues, they think that some of them can be "fixed" for a greater purpose.

Mobians don't typically like either faction as both dogmas are too extreme (read as: rooted in eugenics)

4.3 Predator Hawk

This pertains to my lore specifically, so feel free to skip it. Ehem:

MY Predator Hawk had back-wings. Emphasis on HAD. Remember how the Battlelord threatened to clip his wings off in the comics? Well, due to a black market intervention, a certain someone used the Battlelord's anger towards Pred to convince him that the Battlelord demanded his wings be removed for failing his mission to recruit and/or kill the three remaining Babylon Rogues: a final mission given to him after he attacked Speedy as a last chance to redeem himself. In reality the Battlelord did NOT actually request this to happen and actually has no idea where Predator Hawk disappeared to, but it remains the case that his wings were twisted off of him with a wrench (I swear it wasn't Wave's) and sold on the black market. He still has the large gashes on his back that are semi hollow, as the base of the wing-bones were merely cut off, not fully extracted as that would rip his spine. Rather, the base bones lay flush inside the crevices of his back, and if he were to tense, the nubs of the bones pop out by about 7 inches. The skin healed around the bones so there's no blood, he just has permanently exposed bones.

Pred obviously can't fly anymore, but I felt like it would be really stupid if I were to come up with all this lore for Babylonian wings only to NOT have any avian characters who possess back-wings. So… I retconned Predator a little bit and made him a fucked up creature with trauma! I have a lot of other rants about Predator Hawk pertaining to my canon, but I honestly need to stop typing this, so if anyone wants more... it is on a requested basis.

FINAL THOUGHTS

I'm sure I had some final thoughts when I started this, and it was not meant to be NEARLY this long of a response. While I feel like I didn't directly answer your question, hopefully there's some catharsis dispersed in everything I rambled about here. In summary though, I do NOT give the Rogues wings because the Curse of Babylon (ehem, recessive back-wings) makes it nearly impossible for Babylonians of the modern day to have wings. If they did have wings, they would be from forearm feathers: lots of birds in the Armada have these. Due to dogmatic differences and a convoluted history of identity-based conflicts though, the Rogues tattoo away the possibility of hybrid arms in the pursuit for technologically-based flight. The exception is Predator Hawk, who HAD wings, but then had them removed against his will. He is still bitter about it.

Did anyone make it this far? If so, you're a fucking FREAK, and I encourage you to send me more asks, because I could ramble forever about Sonic lore. It does not have to be related to the Babylon Rogues, you can ask me anything, but do take into account that I am clearly a bit obsessive and might take some time to answer. But when I do… it will be a shitshow like this response was. You read to this point though, so clearly you're into it. ENABLE ME! Love ya <3

[hookerfoxyanon]

Finally, an intro post!

Okay, it's been forever of me doing absolutely nothing so here we go making an actual intro post today

This is a sideblog for @dsaf-confessions, I am the anon known as, you guessed it, hooker foxy anon!

I'm deciding to make a shift in what I do with this blog, including in character asks with my anonsona, posting art, interacting more with the other anon blogs, and all that good shit. More on that later, though. My main blog is @an0nthecat, consider checking that out if ya wanna see art or just hear me yap more

Some basic information about me:

The names that I use online are literally Anon/Anonymous. It might get confusing I know but it's how I've been referred to for years I can't really do anything about it anymore HAHAHAH just call me that if you can

I am a MINOR. I am in my early teens. Please do NOT make any sexual comments about me. (Note, I said ME.)

I am also aroace, and non-binary. I use they/them pronouns.

I am currently hyperfixated on DSaF, FNaF and Goldie's Inferno (a FNaF AU made by the amazing bunnycat, that was sadly discontinued recently.)

The other fandoms that I am in include Spooky Month, ENA, and OMORI.

I am a furry.

I swear like a fuckin sailor, sorry if y'all don't like that I really don't care just don't interact with me or something lmao

I can be kinda meanspirited just know that most of it is lighthearted tho

Okay onto the fun stuff: My anonsona, their lore and the in character asks and confessions and stuff

This is my anonsona:

They have some fun anon lore! Most of their basic info is identical to mine so I'm not gonna bother so let's just type out the lore:

Their arc follows the DSaF 2 Fairly Evil ending, almost immediately after biting Peter they gained sentience and were super fucking confused. Their first thought was "Damn these things on my feet hurt" so they ripped off those high heels and followed Dave and Jack out of the restaurant and hitched a ride to Vegas in the trunk of their car.

They pried themselves out of it when they reached the Vegas strip and spent their first month of sentience getting fucking wasted (despite them being an animatronic... Don't ask) and terrorizing a bunch of drunk people.

They literally have next to zero interactions with any DSaF characters from this point on, they legit just chill in Vegas for the entirety of their lifetime.

They renamed themselves from Nightmare Foxy to Hooker Foxy for the shits and giggles and live in a dumpster behind a bar. They get barfed on a lot.

Their clothes were acquired by beating up random ass people on the street.

Okay now that that's taken care of... let's talk about asks and the future of this blog.

I kinda wanna start answering asks as Hooker Foxy I just thought it'd be fun yk yk yarhhh

If you have any asks for me, the person running this blog, please refer to me as Anon in the ask.

If you have asks for Hooker Foxy, my anonsona, refer to them as Hooker Foxy.

Simple shit.

Most of the answers to asks for Hooker Foxy will be accompanied by lazy and probably uncolored doodles

Tags for these will be #oochookerfoxyanswers for my asks and #hookerfoxyanswers for anonsona asks

Uhh other tags stay the same, #hookerfoxyreblogs and #hookerfoxyart mean the exact same thing as before

I might post more art and just talk in general more on here and stuff but yeah that's about it

Sorry for the long intro guys, I swear, I don't usually type this much 💔

[footballffbarbiex]

Uninvited

Summary: He has a lot of fans and seeing girls in his jersey isn’t an uncommon occurrence. But he sees you everywhere - from the stadium, to outside of training and near his home. You’ve got him in your sights and you won’t stop until he admits that you’re made for him. Pairing: Unnamed player  x  “crazed fan” Type: Consensual non-con. Words: 4776 Warnings: stalking, breaking and entering, use of restraints, fingering, blow jobs, unprotected sex, breeding threat.

Since the teaser went down super well, I bring you this. no tag list incl with this as I don’t know how the tag list would feel about a darker fic.

You are responsible for your own consumption, especially if proceeding to read a piece which has warnings not to your tastes. Don’t like, don’t bitch.

However, if you do like this, please send me an ask (even on anon) and show this some love?

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His home is shrouded in darkness by the time you get there and though there’s an icy nip in the air that licks over your exposed skin, you don’t feel it as the adrenaline kicks in with each step you take. Streetlamps cast an amber glow and with no cars passing by shining their headlights on you and very few house lights on from the neighbouring homes, there’s no-one to notice as you are almost skipping up to his door with excitement. Adjusting the backpack to a more comfortable position, you give one last glance around the street before you head around the back.

His bedroom faced the garden. You knew that from the photos he’d taken and shared, and after scoping out the area the last few days and nights, you knew that the security light which should be working, wasn’t.

What a shame, you think.

The large garden storage box is resting against the brickwork of the house, giving just enough space to manoeuvre between the roof of it and the balcony.  Like the other nights, his window remains open, just enough for you to be able to work it open a little more and climb through.

You grin to yourself as you pull on your gloves; after all, you don’t want to get in trouble for breaking and entering…assuming he doesn’t enjoy what you’re about to do to him and tries to press charges afterwards. They’ll not find your prints here. Everywhere else, but not here. It would appear to anyone who looked that he let you in himself willingly. But the window being open? It’s as though he wanted you here tonight. He’d lovingly left the window open to make things easier for you to come to him. A silent, but noticeably clear, gesture that you should come to his bedroom. It should be lit up with a neon sign that screamed your name, it was that clear and obvious, and who were you to deny him his wants? His needs? Certainly not you.

You’d completed a practice run earlier today while he was at training after learning that there were no security cameras on the back, needing everything to be perfect. There was no room for error. You knew this could be done and it was only a matter of a handful of minutes that separated you and him. Pulling yourself up onto the storage box, you pause as it creaks a little under your weight before you steady yourself and look upwards hoping he wouldn’t have heard. When no sound comes from above and no lights are switched on to check what is happening outside, you continue.

You twist and turn your body, walking your feet up the wall as you pull yourself up before swinging your foot up and latching it onto the balcony - enough of a grip there to hoist yourself up and over the railing. It was a piece of well-practised cake. You lift your hands, palms faced upwards and press them to the window, pulling it open further, big enough for you to get through but drop your bag inside first quietly, your body following afterwards.

The air in the bedroom smells faintly of a late-night shower and the remains of his aftershave lingering in the air. His clothes, when your eyes finally adjust to the darkness and allow you to see, are neatly folded over the back of a chair which faces a dresser that is topped with a small mirror, several bottles of aftershave, a brush and comb and, surprisingly, a tube of ChapStick. Though it’s mostly standard furniture, there are very few personal touches to the room where personal and intimate thoughts are allowed to be free.

The man himself lays in the bed with the sheet twisted around his body. You’re not sure if he’s naked beneath it but even in the poor lighting, you can see the outline of where his bulge is. You lick your lips at the sight of it, wanting nothing more than to crawl eagerly across the bed and begin but you can’t. Not yet.

Instead, you remove the gloves and pull your clothing from your body until you stand in his room naked. You pull out the contents of your bag before neatly tucking away everything you’ve just removed from yourself. The soft fabric of this season's jersey, one with his name and number spread over the back in delicate printing, is scrunched in your hand as you contemplate your next actions.

With your gaze fixed on his sleeping form, you pull the jersey over your head and tug it down into place. Turning away briefly, you reach for the ChapStick, remove the top and twist until there is enough for you to apply it to your lips. Rubbing them together, you make sure they’re well coated before securing the lid back on it and placing it back on the dresser and checking yourself in his mirror.

Unable to resist, you lift each aftershave and inhale deeply. Choosing your favourite one, you can’t resist giving yourself a little spritz, wanting to smell this on yourself later as you lay in bed and reminisce about tonight's events while your hand fits perfectly between your thighs.

Turning, you collect some of the items you’ve brought and silently approach the bed. As quietly as you can, you attach the restraints to the bed posts. Only when they’re in place do you begin to peel back the bed sheet. Inch by inch, perfect skin and taut muscle come into view. You long to press kisses over his abdomen, following the soft trail of hair from his belly button into his boxer shorts, but there’ll be time for that in a few minutes; assuming all goes to plan.

Opening the restraints so all you need to do is reposition his limbs, you take a deep breath and pray he stays asleep. You lift his feet first, deciding it better to restrain them so he cannot kick out. His hands you can manage, but should he get to his feet before you’ve had him, that wouldn’t do. You’re securing his right foot when his breathing changes, small whimpers sound from him and he fidgets in his sleep.

You pause, freezing on the spot and hold your breath as you wait for him to wake.

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When he doesn’t stir and the light snoring begins again, you finish up with his ankles and make sure they’re fully locked in place. Carefully, you step to the side of the bed and bind his wrists in the same way, making it so that he’s stretched out in a starfish. Returning to the foot of the bed, you drink in the sight of him laid vulnerable and ready for the taking. A part of you wants to reach for your phone and take pictures, have an actual visual memory of this rather than allowing your mind to do that for you. And maybe you will when he’s balls deep inside your pussy.

You backtrack momentarily and collect your phone and panties, only to place them on the bedside table. The phone is now close enough for you to be able to reach for it while you’re straddling his hips and close enough for him to see that he’s that close to calling for help. So close yet so far.

You can feel the way your thighs glide against one another as you begin to climb on the bed, lubricated by your own juices as the thoughts of what you’ll do to this man begin to take over. Inching forward, you kneel and settle between his spread thighs. Usually, you’d take your time with the men you slept with. Kissing up their thighs, over their stomach, flicking your tongue over their sensitive nipples and making them beg for you to take it further as you stroked them to a needy and whiny status. But, sadly, tonight you don’t have the time for such slow-paced foreplay.

He’s still sleeping soundly when you press your hand to his bulge, surprised to find that the bulge was not all balls and a hint of dick until hard like with some, and even soft there’s good length to work with. You palm him, feeling the way he swells beneath your touch as blood rushes to the area. His hips tilt as he hardens, lips parting ever so slightly as a soft moan sound. Biting down on your lip at hearing those whimpers, you can feel your arousal growing even more and you force your hand to remain steady, stroking up and down as he hardens in your hand, the inches growing rapidly with every tens of seconds that you stroke him through his boxers.

The front opens, allowing you to pull his now fully erect cock through it and you finally get to feast your eyes on his size for the first time. Long, thick and begging to be in your mouth; something you cannot refuse. He remains where he is, body barely moving but his breathing has certainly changed. Your hand continues to pump his full length, drawing pearls of pre-cum to leak at the slit and this is when you lean forward and swipe your tongue over the soft head. The tang of it spreads over your tongue, making you swallow it down and lick at the corners of your lips before you take him into your mouth.

You manage only the first inch after the head, pausing as he whimpers, the muscles in his stomach tensing and his chest rises and falls faster as you continue. Bringing your lips back to the tip, you sink them back down, taking a little more of him this time as you press your tongue flat against his shaft. He throbs against where it can touch and the more you take within you, the more noise he makes until he’s rousing from his sleep.

“I didn’t know you were coming over.” he croaks and begins to move his arm, no doubt intending to wipe the sleep from his eyes until he realises he cannot. Panic begins to rise in him. His eyes widen while he tugs on the restraints, cussing when they don’t give and keeps him firmly in place. The sight of him struggling within them makes you grin.

“I told you I’d find you.” You whisper, hand gripping the base of his dick, the soft hairs that cover his pubic bone tickling against your fist as you look up at him. You bite on your bottom lip with glee, like you’re about to reveal a surprise that you’ve been keeping a secret for a long time. In a way, you are. “And it seems…” you trail off and give him a small suck before releasing him with a wet pop, “that you want me here.”

He can’t speak, he’s frozen in place, and you can feel the way his muscles tense up in his thighs. His cock twitches as a result and you see his stomach become more defined as his body becomes rigid. All he can manage is a pathetic head shake as his voice fails him.

“You’re mine and I told you I’d make you see that. Gonna show you just how made for you I am.” you tell him, your voice is nice, light, and cheerful. You pull your attention away from his fear-stricken expression and watch as your hand pumps up and down his shaft, eagerly licking away the dots that form once more.

“Listen to yourself,” you say as he lets out a groan that seems to rumble up from his chest, “you want this. You like what I’m doing to you.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Oh, so he does have a voice after all. I thought I imagined it last time. Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you do not want this.” you demand, your tone strict now and no longer playful. He’s about to answer when you take as much of his cock into your mouth as you can with no warning, pushing him further to your throat while you try to ignore your gag reflex kicking in.

You can hear the restraints knocking against the bed frame as a “yes” hisses from his mouth and your pussy tightens at the sound of him enjoying what you’re doing and encouraging you. Just like you knew he would. You keep him there for as long as you can, feeling your throat contract around him as your body pleads for more air and his mouth spews profanities which replenishes your need to continue. But the longer you’re keeping him there, hollowing your cheeks to envelope him better, the more he pants and whimpers with pleasure.

Your chest burns as you keep him lodged within your mouth and throat, and only when you fear you may vomit from the way your stomach is churning in response do you pull yourself back off. You’re gasping for air in your lungs, inhaling deeply as you feel the heat spreading through your chest and spit dangles from your lips and chin, wetting his jersey in the process as your chest rises and falls with each breath you take.

Your hand continues to stroke, resuming the pace that you’d set previously.  Everything about his reactions is saying yes, despite his initial plea of no. You keep watching him, wanting to savour every moment and submit it fully to your memory. Needing to remember the way he tastes, the way he sounds, the expressions he makes, needing this to be ingrained in your mind for when your fingers bring you to an orgasm as you replay this memory over and over for as long as you live.

Leaning forward, you take little more than the head into your mouth and barely pull your lips from him before you’re sinking back down again. Your hand remains near the base of his shaft, and you stroke your way up your thighs with your free hand. You can feel the heat from your pussy before you’re even halfway up your inner thigh and finally, your fingers glide through your wetness as they near where your legs meet.

“I wish these were your fingers, so you could feel how wet you’ve made me.” You tell him, speaking your words against him before giving him small kitten licks. “Then again, I could ride your face and let you clean me up. Give you a real taste.” The last word comes out as a whimper as your fingers push through your soft, wet folds and tease the

“Why are you doing this?” He asks, his fingers curling into his palm and stretches back out again as he tries to keep the circulation working. “I have a girlfriend and a family an-”

“Aww baby, are you trying crisis techniques?” You almost laugh at him, “you’re forgetting that I already know all about you. Your girlfriend doesn’t worry me. By tomorrow, you won’t be able to look at her without thinking of all the things that I’m doing to you which you’re enjoying right now.”

“I'm not thinking of you. I’m thinking of her.” he states.

"Why would you want to be thinking of her when I'm right here?" You whisper as your tongue swirls around him. Small dots of his pearly wetness smear within your mouth as you continue to fuck yourself with your fingers. "We both know you're enjoying this more than anything you've done with her." You almost spit the final word as you very briefly imagine them together.

"Does she suck your cock like I have?" You ask him, removing your fingers from your cunt as you begin to pull yourself to a kneeling position before him, allowing his thick length to drop back against his belly, your drool and his seed mixing as one before dripping from the head and leaving small spots of wetness against his V lines.

He says nothing. You take it as a no. Of course, she couldn't do it better than you. You bet that she barely paid attention to what he needed in bed, just allowed him to give her the pleasure and deprived him of really experiencing what he wanted.

"Look how aroused you are with me. You can barely take your eyes from me."

With his jaw clenching, he makes a point to look away; anywhere that isn't on you or in your direction. He twists his wrists again and the muscle in his cheek clenched as he tries to focus on anything else.

"Oh baby," you chuckle to yourself and begin to move, "I know you've never looked at her the way you've looked at me." You move higher, positioning yourself above his lap, your thighs on either side of his hips as your pussy lowers and rubs up and down his erection. Your lips part with the contact and every ridge of his cock rubs against your clit making you whimper a little.

"I've seen the pics of you both. Watched the way you interact with her. I know she can't do it for you like I can." You prop yourself up with one hand and grip his dick with your other, positioning it at an angle to enable you to sink down onto him. "And I know you've never felt a pussy like mine."

The silky head pushes between your soft folds and though the temptation to just sink right down until every centimetre of him is within your walls but like earlier, you refuse to go quickly. Refuse to rush this when you know you won’t get another opportunity to have him like this, completely at your mercy.

This action makes him look at you again, his gaze not lasting long on your face before it's directly where your bodies meet. You lift his jersey, giving him the perfect view of your pussy enveloping him inch by inch. He can’t pull his gaze away, staring intently the way your bodies merge and become one as though he’s hypnotised. “Look at you baby, you can’t take your eyes from us.”

He clenches his jaw and looks away again, almost ashamed of the way he enjoyed it. He stretches your walls apart, making you burn in a way that you hadn't realised you could manage as you continue to keep taking him within you until you seat yourself against him. You can't close your mouth from the soft "o" it's formed, with every blink you take it becomes harder to open your eyes once more and when you do, it feels as though they're rolling into the back of your head as he pulses within you.

You can't move. You've never felt fuller than having him inside you and for a second or two, it almost takes your breath away. Only when you feel comfortable to do so, you begin to lift and hiss as he drags along your sensitive walls until you take the same inches again.

Trying not to say anything when you hear him whimper and feel him trembling beneath you, you don't want to stop those beautiful noises by making a comment that could silence him. You need to hear them like you've never needed anything else. The look of pleasure that sculpts his expression is one that you will never forget.

He's no longer tugging at the restraints, just allowing his arms to hang as much as they can, hands slack and limp as he allows you to use him in any way you feel is justified. Wave after wave of unfiltered pleasure surges through the two of you with every rock of your hips and bounce that you make.

“I’ve got your name on my back and your cock inside me.” You whimper, your strangled words finally getting his attention rather than him focusing on the way your core feels. “Who knows? Maybe when I make you cum in me, that won’t be the only thing of yours that fills me up. I could be your baby mamma. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Us, together forever.” Your words sound gleeful even to your own ears.

“Can feel you throbbing in my pussy, you want that, don’t you? You want me to keep fucking you until you come. You’re moving your head wrong baby.” You reach over, halting your movements ever so slightly, still taking a moment or two to tight up around him until he groans and bucks up into you. Wrapping your hand around his jaw, you make him nod. “It’s like this. It looked like you were saying no. But I know that’s not what you want. Why else would you be this hard for me if you didn’t want me to come here and do this? Shhhh, shhh shhh. Don’t try to talk. You don’t need to say anything. Your body is doing it for you.”

You move both of your hands as you speak to him. One now cups your breast, fingers, and thumb tweaking at your nipple while the other rubs a different swollen bud between your thighs as you continue to ride him. The combination of being stimulated from your most sensitive spots causes a plethora of words to jumble together until you’re incapable of coherent thoughts.

Your movements become less controlled as pleasure surges through you, your hips are rocking back and forth, trying to make sure that as much of him is always buried within your cunt. The fingers rubbing against your clit become sloppy and frantic as you get closer to your climax. The restraints at his wrist clang against the bed frame as you pick up the pace, your rhythm slower than your hand but faster than it had been.

Your wetness is hard to disguise, the lewd sound of it filling the air as much as your moans. Had you not been close to the edge, your mind becoming fuzzy nothing, you may have made a comment about the way he helplessly whines as your orgasm brings him closer to his own. Your toes clench, your muscles feel as though they burn as they tighten, and your pussy holds his cock deep within you like a wet, hot fist until your contracting walls push you up and off his cock. Your juices drip from you as your pussy tries to clench around nothing, desperately needing to be filled like moments ago.

When you lower yourself once more, your soaked hole meets his now slick length. Your hands splay over his damp chest to try to steady yourself until you can get your breathing under control. Wrapping your hand around him, it takes seconds to angle him at your opening and for him to be back within you again.

“Still not willing to admit that you love being inside me?” you grind your ass against him and purposely tighten around him. “Being fucked by me? You made her a girlfriend. I’ll make you a daddy. We are not the same. Look at me!” You snap at him when he tries to close his eyes, the look on his face is one like a puppy being reprimanded. A deer caught in headlights. The harsh tone of your voice is different to how you’ve spoken to him prior. Babied him. Handled him with care.

“This doesn’t feel like you don’t want it,” you tell him as you lean forward again, your hands resting lightly on his waist and stomach as you begin to bounce. Wet marks from the juices that you’ve coated his cock in are now smearing over his skin from your hand. “This feels like I’m made for you.”

Despite how sensitive you are right now; you take him again and again at a pace that suits you. Your eyes never leave his face, watching as he fights the compulsion to keep watching the way you sink down onto him and trying to look away again, not wanting to allow himself to really enjoy this. Even though you know he does. The way he’s unable to look away for too long tells you this. The way he makes small, but pussy clenching, sounds tells you he does. The subtle but very much there bucks of his hips tells you he does.

He turns his head away from you, teeth desperately trying to sink into his bicep, lips closing around the area to try and muffle his beautiful sounds as he begins to tremble beneath you.

“Come for me, baby. Fill up this pussy and claim it as your own.”

Despite his best attempts to silence himself and stop himself from reaching his orgasm, you ride him until you can feel his balls beginning to tighten beneath you and finally, hot thick spurts of cum spill into you. He’s breathless, chest rising and falling quickly as his cheeks burn with shame from finishing inside you after what you’ve done.

Leaning forward, you try to keep as much of him inside of you as possible, feeling the way he twitches with sensitivity, as you press your lips to his. “See, that wasn’t so bad was it?” You ask him with a grin as he grits his teeth.

“Why me?”

Two words that pack a punch but rather than reacting instinctively to his question, you tilt your head to the side and observe him. “Because we’re meant to be. I told you that.” You reach across and pull the panties you’d left on the bedside table into your palm before trying to climb from his body as easily as possible without dripping too much down your thighs. You pull on your underwear and stare down at him looking used and spent before collecting your phone. “Not going to smile for the camera?” You ask him and he turns his face the other way, refusing to give you what you want free of will. “Be good and stay here. I’m going to go and freshen up.”

You give his thigh a light hearted slap before moving around the bed and towards the en-suite bathroom. Flicking the light on makes you blink from the brightness, having gotten used to working in the dark but the woman staring back at you in the mirror takes you a little by surprise. You look at yourself as he had, taking in every single detail as you try to submit this to memory too; this was something you wouldn’t be forgetting in a hurry.

A smirk sculpts your mouth as you begin to gather some things, a towel and a clean cloth which you quickly dampen. With another final glance in the mirror, you turn the light back off and head back into the bedroom where he remains laying still as he watches you approach him once more.

“Not finished yet?” He asks you coldly, throat working as he swallows hard. His wrists rotate, trying to get some feeling back into his hands. His expression is set in a hard grimace, one that only softens a little when you begin to wipe at his skin with the damp cloth, cleaning his stomach of the mix of your juices. “Did I do ok?” He asks in a quiet voice.

“You did perfectly.” You give him a broad smile and lean forward to kiss him on the lips, this time feeling him kiss you back. “How did I do?”

“You scared the shit out of me when you woke me up. You were terrifyingly good.”

“That’s what you asked for, wasn’t it?” you ask as you sit on the edge of the bed and continue to clean him up.

“I didn’t know you were going to do it tonight though,” he chuckles.

“It wouldn’t have made sense to tell you when. Though I damn well nearly fell trying to get up to the balcony.” You laugh to yourself, remembering a second or two where your footing felt a little too loose and you feared you’d mess up the whole roleplay.

With his skin now clean and air drying, you turn your attention back to his restraints and collect the key to open them up and allow him to pull his limbs back into a normal position. He flexes his fingers as blood travels back to his hands but it’s not long before he’s pulling you back to his chest and kissing you again. “Thank you. I enjoyed that far more than I thought I would.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” he nods and gives you a small kiss on the tip of your nose. “I wouldn’t say no to it happening again. Now, about that possible baby…”

[starleska]

I'm not gonna lie, you're really convincing me to start writing/drawing/animating Y/N x Wally Darling stuff...

You have great concepts and the simp in me is being fed and I love it AHEGAJAGAJA I just worry that there's a chance that Clown had advised against it and I've yet to see that in a post somewhere in the past. But seeing as you're enjoying writing all the Reader x Wally Darling stuff with no worries (good on you btw!), it's all okay right?

/nm /gen

hey there Laurs!! aww, thank you very much 🥰💖 i love getting messages from people inspired by my fanworks, it makes my heart all fuzzy!! just a little endless cycle of good vibes and creativity :3c now, the bulk of your ask is a tough one to answer!! i know i've posted a lot of fanworks for Welcome Home, but at the end of the day, i'm just a fan like anyone else, trying to do my best to respect Clown's wishes. honestly, given the chance i would love to talk to them and ask these specific questions that a lot of fans have been firing in my direction. i have reached out, but understand those messages have likely been drowned under thousands of others!!

so @partycoffin, on the off-chance you're reading this: i hope you're doing well, and taking care of yourself in this terrifying, exciting time!! thank you for sharing your lovely world with us - we're all just so in love with your characters and universe 🥰💖 if you'd like to talk, please feel free to reach out. it would be great to know that you're okay, and i'd be happy to field any questions you have about your bustling new fandom (who have been destroying my own notifications for the past two weeks!!). it may be presumptuous of me, but perhaps having an inside look on what questions fans have might help make this explosive growth seem a little less scary. however, there's no obligation to reply - we're thankful all the same :3c

as far as i am aware at the time of writing this post, i don't think Clown has any problems with Wally x Anon/Reader/Y/N fanworks...or at least, i haven't come across any sources stating so.

the big thing that (if i'm understanding the guidelines correctly) is that Clown doesn't want us to be putting any NSFW Welcome Home material into the main tags. we have to remember that Welcome Home has blown up very quickly, and Clown deserves a chance to breathe and adjust to all this success before laying out those boundaries (if he wishes!). that's why, although i do write NSFW for other fandoms i'm refraining from doing so for Welcome Home until stated otherwise. i can't imagine how stressful it must be dealing with so many notifications, people impersonating, trying to sell their work, exhibiting invasive and creepy behaviour...on top of the overwhelming demand for new Welcome Home stuff. i think as fans we should just vibe and play in our own little bubbles without stressing them out too much, and adjust when we receive new information. for instance, i didn't know when i made my Wally Darling edit that they were uncomfortable with non-canon art being associated with the main game. i've since reached out to see if i should take the video down with no reply, and went with the consensus of a group of fans i asked for the opinions of - to leave it up until asked otherwise. pretty much - i don't think Wally Darling x Anon fanworks contravene the guidelines that Clown has given us so far. they aren't inherently NSFW, and i'd hope that anyone who is making NSFW fanworks is tagging appropriately, as is the courteous thing to do. i'm of the opinion that fans are going to do fandom things, and there's always going to be folks making adult-oriented works, and that's okay!! but i'm also always happy to respect the wishes of the creator in terms of how they'd like that work to be tagged and presented. i think Toby Fox did it best when he first suggested the 'Undertail' tag for NSFW works - a real stroke of genius that i see lots of fandoms still using today. again, do take this with a grain of salt! i don't know Clown, and very few of us do - we're just all interpreting his words in vastly different ways, and that must be terrifying to deal with; thousands of people getting very angry or very sad because they think they can or cannot do a specific thing they never actually said. it's not anyone's fault that Welcome Home blew up so suddenly and there wasn't time for precautions to be taken, but it is the fault of those fans who are overstepping boundaries and need to re-examine their relationship to this art. it sounds like you're good to go on making those animations, and i would personally love to see them 🥰 thanks again for being so sweet about my silly headcanons!! it's honestly been quite scary adjusting to the amount of attention, but please know i'm grateful and appreciative of every ask, reply and message that comes my way 💖

[rising-volteccers]

hiii! it's star anon 🌟

this week was relatively hectic, and it's just wednesday! 😭 i was going through your writing prompt tag and the first set that popped up (food as a love language) reminded me of how i felt today.

tw for discussions of eating and food!

technically, i felt "fine", but for some reason, my hunger cues were non-existent? for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, i barely had the motivation to eat. this is very odd for me because i love food. 😔 i resorted to eating outside and going for my comfort foods, which at least helped me eat and hydrate regularly today. i was surprised because this happened out of nowhere, though i'm thinking it's the stress piling up from college. i kept zoning out during today's lectures and study sessions.

so yeah, all this made me think about how murdock would prepare to respond to situations where any of the crew members may be going through what i experienced. three prompt bullets stood out to me:

⋆ “i know you said you weren’t hungry, but i made you something anyways.” ⋆ gently reminding them to eat ⋆ always having the ingredients for their comfort meal on hand in case they have a bad day

of course, murdock would do any of these for all the crew members, though i feel like this would be a more frequent occurrence with friede, liko, and dot. i guess that's because they're the most prone to forgetting, overthinking, or worrying.

though do feel free to go about this in any way you wish! i'd love to see your take on this. ❤️ i'll just take it easy for now. hopefully, the rest of the week goes better for me, and i hope it does for you as well!

Heya! I totally get what you mean about stress dampening hunger cues. I'm someone who experiences the same and still working on finding ways to eat better! I hope that the rest of your week goes well, and that you'll do well with your classes! I believe in you!

This was such a nice prompt that I ended up writing a piece about it! I also rub my self indulgent hcs about Friede too in this hehe. Hopefully this would be a nice read!

Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Murdock, Friede, Liko, Dot

(This piece centers around food and eating. Also the food mentioned are meant to be potato stew, ochazuke and bento respectively!)

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The quote 'food is symbolic of love when words are inadequate' has stuck with Murdock for the longest time. He can't properly recall the origins, only that it carved a spot in his heart and he grew around it. Murdock enjoyed food and cooking. He loved cooking for others. To him, there was no greater joy and satisfaction than seeing the people he cared for eat the food he made for them.

When he became the chef for the Rising Volt Tacklers, Murdock understood the weight of responsibility now saddled atop his shoulders. With all the traveling they do, he needed to take into account the supplies on hand. Mollie helped him in that regard but ultimately, it came down to him on how he stretched a particular ingredient to use in several meal times. 

Not to mention keeping track of everyone's eating habits. Food allergies aside, Murdock knew what people liked and disliked so he cooked accordingly, ensuring that no one left the dining table hungry. He also regularly asks what the crew wanted to eat for mealtimes, indulging in special requests or making someone's favorite if he felt like they could use a pick me up.

(Like Liko for example. She had adapted to life on board remarkably well but unlike the ever cheerful Roy, Murdock noticed that she had the tendency to keep to herself. It reminded him of Dot–it was thanks to her friendship with his niece that Dot had started to come out of her shell. The gratitude he had couldn't properly be expressed through words so he showed it through his cooking.

The day after they found Liko and got back her pendant, Murdock chose to make one of her favorite dishes. He sensed that she had a lot on her mind, unsurprising given the nature of her disappearance. It pained him to learn that a child her age had to experience an awful thing yet he felt pride that Dot saw Liko to be a valuable friend, drawing her out of her room and off the ship for the first time since he brought her along. 

Murdock spent the time after breakfast prepping the ingredients to make a stew. It was similar to Mollie's favorite but with more potatoes added in and different seasonings were used. He also made fresh buttered rolls to dip into the stew, making it into a hearty meal to enjoy during lunch. 

When he spotted her initial surprise morphing into quiet excitement, Murdock knew he made the right choice. He happily refilled her request for seconds, enjoying the warmth that blossomed in his heart at seeing her overall mood improved). 

Aside from making the food, Murdock got into the habit of reminding others to eat. He understood that at times, circumstances made it difficult for all of them to sit down and have a meal together. If they were in for a spot of rough weather, most of them would eat when they had the chance to seeing that they had different responsibilities in getting the Brave Asagi through safely. 

Arceus knows the amount of times where he gently nudged Orla into leaving the engine room to grab some muffins he made, or all but strong arming Friede into eating something because the endearing fool had it in his head that he would only eat after the danger had passed. Mollie didn’t need much convincing seeing that she ate when she was hungry, while the Liko and Roy happily ate anything he put on their plates. Especially Roy who ate like he had a bottomless pit for a stomach. Good appetite for a growing boy his age. 

These days, Murdock found that he had another person to add to his list of gentle reminders. It was one that he’d always be happy to do so because it was Dot, his niece who recently started eating solid foods. He trusted Mollie’s assessment in that Dot got all the nutrients she needed from the gummies but it still pained him to see her subsisting on only that.

Eating shouldn’t just be about getting the appropriate amount of nutrients. It should be an occasion, something to enjoy and make one feel happy to be alive. Thus when Dot started to eat the doughnuts he left out, it motivated Murdock to find more dishes for his niece to try. Once Dot started to eat more, he encouraged the habit through gentle reminders. 

(Like the night where Murdock spotted Dot standing on deck, a rarity seeing that she only really came out when Liko or Roy was around. Quaxly was with her, spotting his presence first by waving a wing at him. This prompted Dot to turn and look at him in surprise.

“Uh… hi,” she spoke up, soft and slightly hesitant.

“Good evening Dot,” Murdock responded warmly. He knew better than to press the reasoning behind her being out here, lest he spooked her into returing back to her room. Instead of letting the silence between them grew awkward, he asked, “Have you eaten yet?”

“H-huh?”

“Have you eaten yet?” he repeated gently. Judging from the way Dot fiddled with her sleeve, it gave him his answer. Murdock kept his tone kind, lacking any judgement upon knowing that she hadn’t eaten dinner yet. 

Murdock instead invited her to join him for supper. Dot looked hesitant at first but Quaxly’s encouragement had her shuffling behind him as they made their way to the kitchen. While she sat at one of the chairs, he made a simple Johtonian dish where the leftover rice he planned on using for fried rice tomorrow had soup added into it. He found this to be a nice, comforting dish that was light on the stomach. 

Dot seemed to agree, or at least she ate it with minimal complaints. Murdock hid his smile behind each spoonful, pleased to see his niece slowly learn the joys of eating).

Still, sometimes reminders were not enough for he could not contend with what went on in a person’s mind. In this particular case, he meant of Friede’s. His captain proved to be the one that pushed Murdock to expand his repertoire. Try out various recipes that would fit his particular palate, or fit a certain texture that he liked.

Murdock knew of his dislike for sour and sweet-spicy flavors. His aversion to slimy and too soft textures, of leafy greens and things that pop in his mouth. How he had the tendency to skip meals when he became fixated on a task, or whatever belief that settled in his brain that told him that he shouldn’t eat until they were in calmer waters. Sometimes Friede just plain forgot to eat, citing that he didn’t feel hungry until Murdock placed food in front of him. He ate like a Munchlax by then. 

While it pushed him to work harder, Murdock did not harbor any resentment towards Friede. In fact, he found it to be quite the fun challenge to see what sort vegetables he could sneak into the captain’s meal without him realizing. The sense of pride and gratification to see Friede happily eat something that he made was one that he cherished too. It made him happy that he was able to provide his friend a proper, balanced meal that he could enjoy without worry. 

(A recent memory of this was the time Friede became fixated in understanding more about Roy’s Ancient Pokeball. He apparently found some old books from an antique store during their last supply run in the city that could provide more information and had holed himself in his room since then.

While Friede did come out occasionally, it was for more coffee and some berries he swiped from the fruit bowl before he disappeared in his room again. Murdock had long since learnt that while he could force Friede to eat something, that would in turn make him reluctant to eat whatever meals that he ate now in the future. Something about association with an unpleasant event, even if it was necessary for his continued good health. 

Instead, Murdock spent a bit of time after everyone ate their dinner to make something for Friede. He pulled out a medium sized container that would fit his purposes. Murdock easily put together some sandwiches, vegetable sticks with peanut butter and sugared doughnut holes to put inside. Friede would be more likely to eat something that he could eat with one hand, as well as contrasting crunchy and soft, toothy textures. 

Murdock also filled a thermos with his preferred nighttime blend before carrying it with him to Friede’s bedroom. He entered after some perfunctory knocks, finding the young professor hunched over his desk with several open books, one hand lightly tugging at his hair. An easy indicator for stress, he came to learn. 

“I know you said you weren’t hungry but I made you something anyway.” Murdock went straight to the point, knowing that Friede would be in no mood for small talk. 

Friede briefly raised his head to acknowledge Murdock’s presence and the containers he placed on his bed, then went back to his book with a soft grunt. 

The chef simply smiled, bidding Friede a good night before returning back to the kitchen so he could clean up. Come the next morning, Murdock would find Friede fast asleep on his bed, the container empty sans a few crumbs while the thermos was all but drained).

So yes, Murdock shows his love through the food he makes. It speaks for him when words would fail, and the joy he gained was enough to make all the effort he put in worthwhile. As long as his family ate well, Murdock wouldn’t ask for anything more.

[lynnlovesthestars]

Do you do scenarios or headcanons? If so, how many characters can we request for scenarios or headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Can we request for male reader, female reader, gender neutral reader, etc? Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? Do you do poly ships x reader? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex if it's from anon or ageless accounts? For Baldur's Gate 3 requests, would you mind if we don't specify the race/class to leave it ambiguous or if we ask specify the race/class like human/healer? Thank you in advance!

Hi`~ I'll answer to one at a time so I won't get confused I hope you don't mind<3

1 "Do you do scenarios or headcanons?"

Yes I do, although I have posted only one or two up to now, I actually enjoy writing them very much, in fact I got a whole folder of snippets just waiting till I find more stuff to put them with!

2 Would you do the same prompt with different characters?

Absolutely, I firmly believe that the same prompt can develop totally different with diffrent characters, so if you are interested in a past prompt or you have one that you'd like to see with multiple characters, let me know<3

3 Can we request for male reader, female reader, gender neutral reader, etc?

Yup, I am genderfluid and I have no problem writing for any gender, ofc if you request smut make sure to let me know if the pronouns match the genitals n or not, I'll gladly take care of that.

On this note my main oc in dnd- bg3 is canonically genderfluid, both in the concept of gender identity and physical, so again, everyone here is welcome<3

4 Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc?

It's not the topic the problem, but rather the connotations that might make me skip a particular request.

The only hard no's are minor characters in suggestive/ smut content, and bestiality. As far as other things I have wrote a lot of dark fics revolving around self-harm and suicide/attempts- and mental illnesses in general- and they don't bother me.

Rape/ non-con and dub-con are a particular topic for me, so i can write them, but I won't romanticize rape/ non-con. I will not write the main love interest as abuser, i can't stomach the idea of putting a perpetrator with his victim- so sorry for u cazador pals that ship him w astarion, or gale x mystra enjoyers (though i can write abt cazador n mystra, just not with their victims)- while dub-con usually doesn't bother me much. Of course i can go in more or less depth in the topics so if you have a tolerance limit, please let me know and I'll tone it up or down depending on that, but if i don't get any note on that, ill make sure to properly tag the pieces as the dddne post said.

5 Do you do poly ships x reader?

Absolutely, I have one poly piece that is being beta-read about wyll and gale x reader, and I'm eager to share it with you all cause 1. it was a lovely request i got, 2. i just love writing poly romances

6 Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily?

I love au's, as I mentioned Lynn- my oc-, he has been the center of so many au pieces i wrote for bg3 as i was in rest the past two weeks, so feel free to ask!

Today I feel like oversharing so there are my ultimate favourite au's: guardian angel, soulmates, best friends to lovers, royalty, forbidden romance, one bed stranded, moden-fantasy, isekai, coffee shop, bookstores.. but there's so many more omg

7 Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex if it's from anon or ageless accounts?

It's a bit of a grey area, if you don't feel comfortable sending an ask with your main where you have your age displayed, you can dm me the request and I'll take care of it however you like it, but if it's through asks I'll stop at the implied to be safe, thank you for asking though i appreciate it:)

8 For Baldur's Gate 3 requests, would you mind if we don't specify the race/class to leave it ambiguous or if we ask specify the race/class like human/healer?

Of course, you are free to tell me as much or as little as you want when you send me a request, i'll do my best to respect your preferences whether you don't want descriptions of the tav at all, or you want something more detailed, you are free to request.

I've been thinking about opening some limited requests to write about ppl tavs- since i've been asked by quite a few people- but I don't know how to approach it specifically, but keep an eye open in case i open a few of them and you want to drop your commission<3

Thank you so much for your questions and your kindness, I always appreciate your openness, as a veteran in the fandoms environment, we all know how some might be less polite, so seeing even just the kindness of asking what's my preferences always warms up my heart.

lots of love, can't wait to see what lovely ideas you have in store for my asks!<3

[causenessus]

OMG NEVER FEEL SORRY ABOUT NOT RESPONDING RIGHT AWAY!!! I totally get it, some days are just like that!!!! I’m literally just here to yap at you so respond whenever you feel like! Don’t feel obligated to respond at all because you don’t owe me anything!!! <3333

Slowly but surely I’m making my way through the depression room lol. My mom wants to turn my room into a guest bedroom and the basement into my new room so it needs to be cleaned by the end of the year. So hopefully more surely than slowly lol- OMG GOOD JOB!!!! I LOVE THE FEELING OF ACCOMPLISHMENT FROM FINISHING SOMETHING WELL!!!!

NESS YOU CAN’T JUST TELL PPL YOU’RE PROUD OF THEM- I WILL START CRYING 😭😭😭😭😭😭🫶🏻

Worry not! I am not stressing about senior year!!! I’ve already decided where I’m going to college just waiting for the applications to allow me to apply for fall of 2025 (I’m going on vacation summer 2025 and thus will not be able to start- it is a cruise in case you’re curious 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ my graduation present if you will) BAHAHA!!! Definitely what happened! I smash so many holes in walls/j

(HOW DID YOU KNOW I HAD A COOKIE HEAD??? WHO TOLD YOU???/lh)

Good news! We did not take senior photos! And yes my hair appointment went very well 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ I now have purple and pink hair (split into like four sections and it’s like alternating so pink in front and purple in back on one side and the opposite on the other side) THE ORANGEY PINK WAS NOT PRETTY. DO NOT LET IT FOOL YOU. It was like bad blonde orange and like salmon pink- not good it looked really bad and washed me out bcs cookie anon has a complexion that rivals Casper the ghost.

AHFJWJCJSJ I WILL SEND SO MANY ASKS. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’VE STARTED. I LOVE YAPPING AND APPRECIATE THAT YOU YAP JUST AS MUCH IN YOUR REPLY!!!! <3333

I too think about Suna a lot, just a weekly basis (love notes Suna gets like three-four times a week. Regular/Timeskip Suna only gets like twice a week if he’s lucky. The rest of the time is spent thinking about that one Osamu manga panel 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨)

I can see it now; Atsumu did something (took the Mac n cheese from Y/N’s apartment for his own selfish Mac n cheese midnight snacks) and Y/N of course goes to complain to Suna who laughs at her and then tells Osamu- In which case, Bakery Anon will become evil 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ anything for Osamu (+ Love Notes! Y/N…Suna is there but Y/N <3) so we put chiles in the icing of cupcakes and give them to Atsumu. Tada! Self Shipping During the week hours-

Okay! I think I found the fic so RAMBLE TIME.

NAH Y/N IS SO REAL FOR THE “I mean he wasn’t hot before” BUT THEN HE GETS COVERED IN BLOOD AND PATHETIC. REAL REAL REAL. AND THEN SUNA SENDING THE PHOTO. I’M NOT ENTIRELY CONVINCED HE DIDN’T PURPOSEFULLY TRY TO RECEIVE WITH HIS FACE TO SEND THE PHOTO TO HER.

ALL OF YOUR TAGS ARE SO REAL. I ALSO HAVE VERG NON PG THINGS TO SAY ABOUT HIM. JWJFJWJDJSJ

Okay back to our regularly scheduled programming.

I read your little about me and I agree. Oikawa is also very important to me. I could write an essay on him and why he’s such a Human character. and why he’s perfect to be like a 1-1 with Kageyama but also be his own thing separately- this is not a ramble about him though so 🧍🏻‍♀️

OKAY YAPPING DONE. CLOCKING OUT.

For the people who made it this far and see this: YOU GUYS ARE WORTHY OF LOVE. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise, you deserve to be loved and not be a secret. You deserve food, your body needs it to function. You deserve water, it’s very important. It helps with headaches, make sure to get sleep. I know it’s difficult (I have insomnia so I get it) but routines help even if just a little bit. Remember to rest and that you deserve a little break. And if no one else tells you today. I LOVE YOU <3

For Ness: I LOVE YOU <333 YOUR WRITING MAKES ME FERAL. (If you can’t tell). I can’t wait to continue yapping with you, yap sessions >>>> you ALSO deserve a break. If you don’t feel like writing then we’ll be here after your break. Remember to have fun and take care of yourself. Drink water and eat food! I know it’s easy to forget but as long as you eat some sustenance! Good job!!!!

-sincerely bakery anon 🍪

BAKERY ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH :(( AND PLEASE COME IN HERE AND YAP WHENEVER!! like even if i haven't answered a previous ask DON'T BE AFRAID TO SEND ANOTHER ONE!! I WILL GET TO THEM ALL EVENTUALLY I LOVE READING YOUR ASKS AND WHATEVER YOU TALK ABOUT!! I LOVE IT ALL <3

AND AA!!! GOOD JOB TO YOU TOO!! i would come there and help you clean out your room if i could </33 I AM THERE WITH YOU IN SPIRIT!!! AND I HOPE IF YOU MOVE INTO THE BASEMENT IT'S NICER!! i feel like basements are always kind of nice bc they have more room and privacy?? but that's just me!!

AND I'M GLAD YOU'RE NOT STRESSING ABOUT SENIOR YEAR!! have as much fun as possible <3 like i had friends who went crazy and were taking ap bio and ap chem and ap calc BUT I WAS LIVING MY BEST LIFE WITH THE BARE MINIMUM REQUIRED CLASSES AND CONCURRENT ENROLLMENT CLASSES!! i'm glad you've already got where you plan to go and everything planned out!! good luck with your applications <3 AND HAVE SO MUCH FUN ON YOUR CRUISE AAAA THAT SOUNDS AWESOME!! (personally i'm terrified of the water BUT I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN!! THAT'S SUCH A COOL GRADUATION GIFT AND YOU TOTALLY DESERVE IT <3 PLEASE DO CHECK IN LIKE NEXT MAY OR WHENVER ABOUT YOUR CRUISE/AFTER YOU GO ON IT AND HOW IT IS!! [and ofc pls check in again before that as well <3 i love hearing from you <3])

AND I'M GLAD YOU WERE ABLE TO?? MOVE YOUR SENIOR PHOTOS OR THEY AT LEAST DID NOT HAPPEN BEFORE YOU GOT YOUR HAIR REDONE!! and OMG THE PURPLE PINK SOUNDS SO COOL!! i just saw someone on instagram today who like half their bangs were bleached sort of platinum-gray-white and the top of her hair was the same color but then the sort of undercut/layers were her natural dark hair color AND IT LOOKED SO COOL!!! (but i don't think my asian hair would let me do that color unfortunately </333) AND DW ABOUT THE ORANGE PINK COLORS 😭 i remember my sister tried to dye some of her hair purple but (once again blaming it on asian hair) it literally just died and turned some type of medusa/ursala green-grayish color it was so bad 😭😭 BUT AA THE RED AND PURPLE NOW SOUNDS SO GOOD!!

REGULAR/TIMESKIP SUNA ONLY GETS TWICE A WEEK IF HE'S LUCKY 😭😭😭😭 LMAOO THAT MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD AND OMG i think i was driving yesterday and i thought about that one really cute osamu timeskip panel where he puts on the jersey and like looks back at the camera to match atsumu on a tv screen also wearing a jersey <33 LIKE OMG HE'S SO CUTE (i shouldn't think about that while driving tho like...i was definitely distracted ahem...ANYWAY)

YES OMG BAKERY ANON JOIN THE SELF SHIPPING HOURS!! you and love notes osamu and me and love notes suna <33 it's perfect!! it's so so cute <33 imagine u and osamu like coming up to atsumu being like "tsumu!! we made u mac n cheese because we know how much u love it <3" (you guys made it with orange juice 💀) AND SUNA AND YN ARE BOTH RECORDING FROM BEHIND A WALL </3 ik u guys just set up the most foul pranks ever!! (but atsumu def deserves them <3)

AND OMG NO I THINK SUNA DEF TOOK THAT RECEIVE TO THE FACE ON PURPOSE AND LIKE IMAGINING HIS LITTLE SMIRK WITH THE BLOOD COMING OUT OF HIS NOSE HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I NEED TO GO REREAD THAT FIC OMG

and omg yes oikawa is so so important to me <33 i just ranted about that in my answer to mango anon's ask 😭😭 BUT HE'S SO HUMAN AND HE DESERVES THE ENTIRE WORLD!! HE DESERVES SO MUCH LOVE AND TO BE REASSURED HE IS ENOUGH AS HE IS AND THAT HE'S SO SO AMAZING AND THE BEST PERSON IN THE WORLD AND <333 i think i've said this somewhere here before but like every few months or so i have this one friend who also watches hq who is a very firm kageyama stan and maintains "oikawa tried to abuse him!!" he's bad!!! and me (very firm oikawa stan) am like "OKAY?? HE ABUSED HIS MIDDLE SCHOOL TEAMMATES?? they both changed oikawa is NOT a bad person yap yap yap!!!" (sorry i def turned this into a ramble about him 🧍‍♀️)

EVERYONE LISTEN TO WHAT BAKERY ANON IS SAYING!!! YOU ARE SO IMPORTANT AND LOVED <3 MAKE SURE TO EAT AND DRINK LOTS OF WATER <3 TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES!! (and that goes for you too bakery anon!!! <3)

and thank you for your sweet reminder bakery anon!! i'm so glad you enjoy my writing <33 that makes me so so happy to hear genuinely it means the world and really fulfils my motivation!! i will make sure to take a break if i feel like i need it and thank you so much i love u <33 I CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR FROM YOU AGAIN I LOVE THESE YAP SESSIONS!!)

[xenon-demon]

💝: fave trope w/ rec

This isn’t from the list, just offering it up to give you the chance to talk about it if you’d like—no pressure!

HHHHHHHH IM VIBRATING EXCITEDLY THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!

ok. so. It’s very hard to pick an ULTIMATE fave trope buuuuut a very strong contender for the title is time travel fics. More specifically, time LOOP fics. (What can I say, Doctor Who had some significant effects on my preteen brain chemistry.) I love a good time loop fic because it lets you hit a lot of my favourite things all in one: timey wimey nonsense, getting to Fix whatever canon bullshit you need to, having all these little character moments where you can explore different dynamics and do character studies - especially if people other than the looping character start to change/remember things as the loops go on??? MAN. I EAT THAT SHIT UP. Also the potential for calling back to previous events or repeating an event with a subtle twist to it each time, it’s suuuuuuch good shit. I also find stories about the importance of trying - even when it’s difficult, even when you don’t want to anymore, even when it may not actually change anything - really resonate with me. Which is major time loop vibes, yknow? I am a certified Time Loop Enjoyer™.

I know there’s a lot of good time loop fics out there in the ST fandom (especially steddie fandom), which, duh, Steve and Eddie and the events of season 4 are practically BUILT for a time loop. Because of that (and because the fic I really wanna rec for this trope is A Lot and Not For Everyone), I’m going to rec TWO time loop fics for you.

1: echo by CaptainHoney (~30k words, rated E)

Warning - READ THE GODDAMN TAGS. CHECK THE ARCHIVE WARNINGS. I AM NOT KIDDING. This fic starts out going full tilt balls-to-the-walls and it does not stop once. It’s emotionally intense (lots of angst), the events of the fic are intense, it’s a heavier take on time loops than a lot of other fics in this fandom, and you Will feel like you’ve been put through an emotional blender by the end. But there is a happy ending (I’m a sucker for happy endings, I can’t read anything more than ~5k without one), and like I mentioned above this is a story about Trying. Trying even when it’s hard, even when you don’t want to anymore, is such a powerful story theme for me and I really like the way it’s explored in echo. Plus, it’s a love story of course, and a damn fucking good one - both the love between Eddie & Steve, and the love their whole extended found family have for each other.

ALSO. I’m a feral creature for fun narrative choices and echo is told both non-linearly AND from multiple POVs (don’t let that scare you, it’s always really clear who and when we’re dealing with. You’ll see if you read the fic). It’s absolutely fucking delicious. I don’t see this fic talked about much (literally ever, actually) and I think that’s a SHAME. That being said, I do recognise this fic is Very intense and not for everyone, which is perfectly fine! Take care of yourselves, and don’t read something that you’re worried might put you in a bad spot mentally just because I’m hyping it up here. 💙

2: you are young and life is long (and there is time to kill today) by heartofwinterfell (~70k, rated M)

This is a fun one. This is technically a series, with the first fic being ~18k from Eddie’s POV as he goes through the loops, and the second is ~52k from Steve’s POV as he lives in the time loop without knowing it’s a time loop. Yeah. I really love that perspective, you don’t often see a time loop fic from the perspective of the other character, and it’s done really well here. PLUS the second chapter of Steve’s fic goes into time loop aftermath and recovery, which is one of my favourite things to explore that often doesn’t get addressed in great detail.

Thanks so much for the ask, anon, I really loved getting the chance to ramble a bit 💙

Ask me for a fic rec!

[utilitycaster]

Putting this below a cut as it’s long and is a response to a callout of me. If you'd like to ignore, I wouldn't blame you. Currently rebloggable; will be made non-rebloggable if people cannot behave themselves.

This is in reference to this post. It’s also going to reference ongoing, though, to be honest, relatively minor harassment by at least one other person who ships Imogen and Laudna.

The person making the callout came to my attention shortly after Laudna’s death, in which I came across this post while looking for content on Laudna. I recognized this was in reference to these posts from me, and I've kept an eye on them since. I finally blocked them about a month ago in the hopes that if I did so, they’d stop obsessing over me as they have since their very first post; they even say they made this blog because of me. Unfortunately, they seem to only have escalated in this obsession. 

[Sidebar: it is very interesting the inciting cause was that I seemingly liked Imogen more than Laudna, and now I don’t like Imogen enough, when I’m pretty sure I’ve been about the same on Imogen throughout, but that’s a tangent I’d love to get into another day.]

Anyway, here’s what’s I've done:

I post my opinions a lot on my own blog. This is how blogs typically work.

In those posts I sometimes disagree with statements I’ve seen other people in the fandom make, in a general sense.

I truly almost never reblog someone else’s post with commentary outside of tags unless it’s their reblog on my original post, which is what has this person in a snit right now. (Note: it is not even their post.)

I sometimes disagree with people who ask me questions in my inbox

I don’t find im*dna compelling

That’s it. You’ll have to take it on my word, but I do not send anon hate or indeed any questions other than the occasional ask meme. This is a side blog (which I’m open about in my bio), so I don’t even post replies. It’s reblogs with tags and original posts and that’s it. I don't consider myself an arbiter of the fandom (I actually, in one of the two posts from me linked above, outright say I'm not) and I doubt anyone thinks that of me. I write meta and funny posts and I reblog things. That’s it. Any popularity I have stems from that alone. Honestly, I’d be more popular if I did post positive things about im*dna.

It is not policing or shutting someone down for me to express opinions - even if they are in disagreement with other people’s. It is not policing or harassment to respond to comments on one’s own posts. And it is the tantrum of a spoiled child to claim that it is.

For those wondering: in terms of shutting down and harassment, another blog unrelated to the person I'm linking above (here shown reblogging my post) regularly harasses not just people who don’t ship im*dna, but people who don’t ship them in the same exact way they do. I’m pretty sure this is their side blog, incidentally, given the patterns of fandoms they’ve been in, which, if true, would mean that the second post is block evasion since I’d blocked them on their other one. 

Now, obviously, that’s only one case, and a couple bad apples in a large ship says nothing about most people, but here’s the truth of the matter: despite the harassment above and the general victim complex on display here, Im*dna is far and away the most popular ship for Campaign 3. A check of other popular C3 ships did not even give me a tag follower count. It’s also worth noting Laudna is by far the most popular of the C3 characters; FCG and Chetney don’t even get follower counts on their tags. Im*dna has almost as many fics as some canon Campaign 2 ships do, after far less time. If such a thing as a fandom arbiter existed, and I were one of them? I’d be failing miserably.

Here’s the other truth of the matter. I don’t have any secret insight into Marisha or Laura’s decisions nor any control over what happens in canon. I could stop posting today and it wouldn’t change a thing about what happens on the actual show. I think it’s worth considering why someone primarily known for textual analysis isn’t terribly enamored with a ship, the bulk of the canon content of which stems from unseen backstory or scenes when one of the parties wasn’t even there, but if you're into it? Go ahead.

You know those videos in which a dog is desperately trying to reach something outside of its cage, and they pan out to show that the door is fully open? This is me telling you the door is open. No one is forcing you to see my posts and no one is stopping you from saying what you want. You’re getting in your own way and making yourself mad. If that's what you want to do, that's fine, but leave me out of it.

[variousqueerthings]

Asking this genuinely in good faith but: im confused about what you mean when you say sex is a construct like gender? obviously like. The social and societal expectations around sex/gender are a construct. But I dont see how actual biology is? Obviously there needs to be greater understanding of the nuances of differences in sexes, and its not a binary like how a lot of people talk about it. But the difference in chromosomes, anatomy, hormones, etc. between different sexes is real, and it’s scientifically relevant to distinguish between them when performing clinical studies etc. so i guess i just wonder if you could elaborate on what you mean exactly when you say that? Thanks!

hiya, hope all is well in wherever you are anon. EDIT: well this got long

I assume you mean the post I reblogged about acknowledging that sex is also a construct that shifts depending on the agenda of the person speaking about it

first things first, gonna acknowledge, this is not my expert topic. a big reason why I reblogged this post (and a few other similarly ones over the years, reminding me that my tagging is a mess and I need to clean that up) is my allyship for intersex people - I want to listen to what they're saying, so my first big shout-out is to read up on what intersex people are saying about their lived realities and politics

also as a recommendation I've been enjoying a lot of what @genderqueerdykes have been writing (I believe I rb'd that post from there), which is a general widespread queer intersex-gender-and-aromantic-fuckery-based positivity, that is good for my all over the place soul (also I am currently unemployed, but if someone has a bit of cash to spare there's a continuous fund to help support through homelessness at the top of that blog)

secondly to second, I agree with you --it is important to be able to distinguish various characteristics in human bodies (for example, say, the ability to give birth, let's go with a big one there, not everyone can do that one) so that we can effectively support people medically, do important clinical studies, and also, for sure, speak about elements of bodies that are gatekept, monitored, denied agency, and otherwise become elements of a society that is white supremacist, colonialist, patriarchal, ableist, queerphobic, transphobic and -- returning to aforementioned under-discussed elephant in the room -- intersexist

so to clarify on the idea of the post you're referring to, whilst also going into why I've just listed out some of the violating institutions of our society, the way we decide what defines sex, is changeable, and comes from our cultural norms, it's 100% what you said "The social and societal expectations around sex/gender are a construct" <- you're very much understanding the post with this sentence

take sports. sports is currently one of the biggest spaces we're seeing this out in the open. the notion of what defines a Woman (sex-and/or-gender-malleable-depending-on-the-speakers-agenda) is changeable depending on skin colour, country of origin, "masculine" features (also white supremacist in function, who can forget that tweet where three cis non-white women were "called out" for being trans women -- I've seen similar many times), being intersex (whether or not the person knew about it beforehand, and in Caster Semenya's case, she was tricked into giving up that information, so that's a big non-consensual medical violation amongst all the others), and of course, the patriarchal idea that women just must be weaker all the time, and if they won't be it on their own dime, then we'll change the rules and force/coerce them to do things to their bodies that they did not consent to. gender roles enforcing sex as social construct

I note that since the 20s and all through today, women have had to undergo various humiliating checks to "prove" that they were real enough women to play sports. which coincidentally is what people have been saying girls are risking having to do now in America if things continue the way they have been

as a sidenote, I was watching a neat little documentary interviewing various trans people in sports called "Game On, Queer Disruptions in Sport," which included a story by a Bulgarian ex-rower who back in the day was ousted from professional rowing for being tested positive as intersex. in their story they talked about how actually over half the team were, but it was only because they told their coach and it became public that it was a problem. where does sex end and gender begin in all of this? whose agenda does it prop up when not talking about something "allows" some people to be women and others not to be (to be clear, they no longer ID as a woman, but if memory serves as intersex as their gender so that adds a whole nother dimension, but boy oh boy this is getting long)

sex -- in the sense that people are born with different chromosomes, levels of hormones, developmental Stuff that hijinks how those hormones interact with the body, and a million other facets that affect what we call sexual characteristics -- is real, in the same way that height differences are real (here's a video by philosophytube, which from memory is very trans-skewed, which, understandable, she was going head-on with the terfs and transphobes at the time, but I do think less overall on intersex people -- but yeah, she did the height example there, I'm borrowing it)

how we decide to enforce gender through sex, what sex counts as Enough to be allowed access to [insert gender], what sexual characteristics are allowed without censure and/or other forms of violation of body and (you guessed it) how that overlaps with ideas about gendered characteristics, how we create the gender roles based on our assumptions about sex, and then how we enforce those gender roles onto sexual characteristics like a depressing game of ping-pong, in which each reinforces the rights of the other part of the "argument" to say "well, we need to constantly remain vigilant in order for the world to be neatly divided into two, easily distinguishable categories, otherwise Chaos will ensue! how can we know what a Man and a Woman is if it's not clear cut somehow!" (deep breath)

we're.... sort of on the path of going "well alright non-binary is a thing, as long as we assert that this is purely Gender, the Thing Going On In Your Head Ya Weirdos, perhaps we can just about allow something that's a catch-all third gender type thing in a few countries (although, notably to meeeee, not in the UK)," but we haven't yet truly begun to deal with the fact that whatever is going on with the human body is so much more complicated than that and people are absolutely suffering because of this

and the more one thinks about the sheer rabbit hole of this reality, the more one realises just how damaging we're being, first and foremost to intersex people, and then spiralling, hitting every bigoted institution branch in the book on the way down, because well, okay, gender we'll juuust about accept can be fluid and changeable, but we'll not actually... interact with how bodies are fluid and changeable, because of genes, geography, medical intervention, illness, or idk, a hundred things I havent thought about

so in conclusion: how do we decide to define sex-and-gender? what is our agenda with discussing sex/when we bring it up in our politics (and I mean this not just as a hypothetical for frothing at the mouth rightwing bastards, us, who I believe to be well-meaning, too)? is it to end surgery on intersex babies, is it to make sure transmasc people can access pregnancy support, is it to allow girls and women (any and all girls and women) access to healthy outlets in sports, etcetcetc? is it to be able to more effectively discuss the ways bigoted institutions interact with one another to enforce their ideas onto bodies? or is it to rigidly enforce the divide and insist that while we'll allow the gender thing (again, just about, with caveats, heavy disclaimers, etc) there are two sexes, and never shall the twain intersect, interact, overlap, or indeed have anything to do with gender, for they are immutable objective realities that are not at all affected by our politics and ideals...

it's a sad, unsexy state of affairs

I hope this gave a little introductionary Thing and curiosity to poke at it further. potentially somewhere where someone has much more detail on the actual Philosophy of all of this, because I'd think that's cool, and also for this is like. pokes here pokes there, and also can you tell I'm actually jock from the focus I decided to take there? no? whew still in the closet on that one

[seriouslysam8]

I am sorry that I made you justify for something that was your opinion❤️ (I am the one that asked you ages ago about your hate/dislike)

Normally, I don’t read Hermione bashing because people make her a real bitch that is after Harrys money and that doesn’t care about him, which I think is weirdly non-canon. So reading the MiT was kind of a suprise to me. It didn’t have the tag bashing and you were definitely NOT bashing her, but wrote her pretty boring, distant and cold.

I shouldn’t have asked you… like you said! Its YOUR story and YOU decide who has more „page time“ and who deserves to be written about. But instead of being an asshole and ignoring my ask you were so respectful and said so many reasonable points that I understood and accepted your opinion!

I don’t agree with all, but I understood and tbh I still read through all those one shots and multi chapters 😅 You write too good, to just stop reading your stories 😅

The only thing that I can suggest so people stop asking about Hermione is to write a post or just a disclaimer that this blog is an anti!Hermione blog without bashing

Because you really don’t bash Hermione, you just don’t write about her more.

I am so Sorry that you needed to write this rant, because you felt like justifying your opinion and hate again and again and again! But I am also glad you wrote it and didn’t shut up about it. Because nobody cares if someone hates Drarry, Wolfstar, a feminin Sirius(which is so weird.) a skirt wearing Sirius (I- wtf), those blogs that post about TOMARRY don’t need to justify their ships, people don’t ask about why someone hates Ron or Ginny or the whole Weasley clan (seriously noone). So you should have the right too, to hate a FICTIONAL character that is not REAL

Again I apologize for my noisy self!❤️

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And just to annoy you, bc I really do love this blog snd the person behind it:

Why do you dislike percy Weasley?💀😭

(Pls take it as a joke, I rarely care about him😂💀)

I don’t want you to feel bad. Some people are genuinely curious, and those people (like you) bother me a lot less. Because I get it. She’s not normally a disliked character. But there are those of us who just don’t have any interest in her or don’t like her.

It’s just a question I get asked often.

You are so right. Nobody goes to an anti-Ron or Ginny or Weasley tumblr or story and ask why or to shit on the author. Or if Ron is put in the background as a friend and Hermione is portrayed as the bestie, nobody bats an eye. I think that’s what bugs me the most.

I had someone who would rant on my page anytime I said something even remotely negative about Hermione. I blocked their account and their second account so I don’t have to deal with it. Most times, people don’t really argue. But I get a lot of reviews and asks asking questions or people who are upset that I underutilize her. A lot of the time I just delete and ignore, not giving it any attention.

I just got a shitty anon review today that I ended up deleting ranting and raving at me because of Hermione in Brumous and saying my portrayal of Harry and Ron was awful. And I just had enough. And I needed to vent.

But honestly, I remember your ask and you were kind and respectful. I don’t mind questions. It just gets exhausting sometimes. More often than not, they’re not respectful.

I am just trying to establish some good boundaries. Some people in the fandom need to learn how to respect boundaries. That’s very, very important.

So, friends?!?

….

But

Don’t get me started on Percy!!

🤣🤣🤣🤣

[hotmonkeelove]

Answer 21, Tag 21

1. Nicknames: Caro, Jezebel, one of my pen names is Simone.

2. Zodiac Sign: Could I be any more of a Gemini?

3. Height: 5’6″

4. Hogwarts House: Slytherin and proud. (Needless to say, Rowling supporters DNI! Jerks.)

5. Last Thing I Googled: Occult traditions of humans becoming demons? (Shh, it's research...)

6. Favorite Musicians: The Monkees, the Bee Gees, Sarah Brightman, R.E.M., the Ramones, Madonna, and Buck-Tick. (We miss you, Acchan!)

7. Song Stuck in My Head: You Win Again - the Bee Gees

8. Following Now: 166, but most of these are inactive. I think only 15-20 post on a regular/ semi-regular basis.

9. Followers: 856, though I'm sure that's mostly bots.

10. Do I Get Asks: Once in a Blue Moon. Though I only recently enabled anon asks. I used to get a lot of trolling, but it seems to have died down.

11. Amount of Sleep: Who knows? It varies greatly. I have Non-24.

12. Lucky Number: 3

13. What am I Wearing? A satin nightie. I don't wear much at home.

14. Dream Job: Poet and novelist. Oh wait, that is my job! I don't make much money yet... Oh well.

15. Dream Trip: Barcelona, as Wales is my dream home.

16. Favorite Food: Butter paneer masala (Swaminaryan diet). Or anything with avocado and cilantro.

17. Instruments: My voice. I do not have the physical coordination to play anything (I have Tourette's and dyspraxia).

18. Languages: English, though I was proficient in ASL in my childhood.

19. Favorite Song: Total Eclipse of the Heart - Bonnie Tyler (Hey, it's a love song to a vampire! And Bonnie Tyler rocks. Also, I slay it on karaoke!)

20. Random Fact: Today is the birthday of Marcus Antonius. 💜 💜 💜

21. Aesthetic: Purple and green, Art Nouveau and Art Deco (slight preference for the former), Regency/ Empire gowns, Egyptian Revival, Gothic Lolita, Biba make-up and fashion, ruffled knickers and stockings with suspender betls (like fancy maids and can-can dancers wear).

I tag: No one. Just steal it like I did.

[streaminn]

Yoooo!!! I did the first chapter?scene? Of the streamwenclair coffee shop au, turns out it's actually more of a juice bar, but anyhoo! Starring in todays episode(guess thats what I'll call them) are our very own streamwenclair and Jdwicked!!

Enjoy! Or not, no preasure.

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It was a dark and stormy(actually pretty sunny) night(by that, i mean noon) when our characters meet.

The crunch under his shoes was crisp, and the thirst for boba high when he walks into the shop. It seems to be a minimalist-turned-maximalist themed drink bar, serving any and everything one could think of. The windows don't show a lot of whats happening inside, but you can see everything happening outside.

He walks up to the counter and rings a little bell labled "ring for service, ;)" with an added sticky note that says "NOT THAT KIND OF SERVICE" in sparkle pen bold.

"One sec!" Is heard coming from the back, then a clatter, until finally the barista emerges from the door leading to the kitchen. From a glimps, one can see that the walls are lined with all sorts of kitchen things and bottles. "What shall it be this lovely after noon?"

"Do you serve boba, specifically mango boba? Your signs are a little confusing." The signs in question were the menu and pop up infront of the quaint cafe, the only thing on it is a non-descript drink and the sentence; "we serve everything and anything liquid! (For legal reasons, some exceptions apply)", needless to say, kind of suspicious and confusing

"Oh yeah! Of course! The exceptions are limited to any illegal substances and/or bodily fluids, boba should be easy pz! Want any special shape for the boba, or just regular old?" The young/old barista, who's name tag reads "stream", asks, inputting the order on the vintage looking register.

"Oh, i guess stars would be cool," he answers, pulling out his wallet.

"5.96, and a name for the order?"

"JD, the names JD wicked, cool huh?" Handing over the cash, he looks at the bottles lining the wall upside down with what looks like a spout attached at the lip

"Real cool, you can take a seat or just stand around while you wait, we also have some cool fan made books to read or you can write your own?" Stream says, motioning to the seats first, then an area that looks like a pickup station, and finally a half height long book shelf with vintage computors atop.

"Whoa! Thats so cool!" Amazed he goes and takes a look, reading a couple while he waits. He gets his boba and asks "Do you have anywhere i could put questions about the works?"

"Great idea! I'll make a question board tonight, do you want to write it on this sticky note for now?" Stream hands over a light blue sticky note and pen when JD accepts.

To be continued

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And that is all for todays episode! Next episodes air date is tbd, but stay tuned!

How yall think? I'm thinking of starting with not many people knowing each other so far. In my head, simp anon is a part timer at the place(still dunno what i should call it, maybe just "wenclair"?), stream is a fulltimer(maybe owner?), jdwicked has just found this place and will probably become a regular(who am i kidding, obvi gonna become a regular), writer anon is already a regular(maybe mobile orders? Maybe in store orders? I dunno yet) and the rest of the anons are tbd because i have a single braincell shared between me and my friend(who is not helping me with this).

If i have made any errors, please point them out. Also, i totally forgot ur pronouns stream 😅

Any questions will be answered by my intern, coffee intern anon(who is just me without the fake mustache)(not really gonna be answered by that pseudo, i just wanted to say i have an intern)

-coffee anon

I'm pretty sure you spelt computer wrong but other than that, looks like a pretty good short scene :)

Can't wait to see where you put the others

[commaclear]

good afternoon, it is I, "cooler qaa"! I've been quite busy today, so I didn't notice the negativity piling up from my ask within the last 24 hours. 😯 although I appreciate comma having my back, I realize that I now have an audience that's expecting me to address the recent accusations of my title. 🤔 there's a lot to address, but I think it's important to start with one of the first things quackity analysis anon said about me.

"I don't think I've ever seen you before so how in the fuck are you cooler than me?"

well. that's disappointing. 😔 after all of that time spent together, after promising yourself to me what feels like ages ago now, I thought you'd at least have memorized the engraving of my initials on your ring. *I* personally remember thinking it was destiny that we held the same initials, back when I was blinded by love and adoration for you. like we were two sides of the same coin... but it seems you didn't see it that way.

Dad Schlatt anon, you're right. identity theft is a crime. but I committed no crime. Wilbur semi defender anon, you're also right. Quackity analysis anon spells her full name out, so if I were to claim to be Quackity analysis anon, but cooler, it would be seen as lazy to only spell out the initials. but that's the thing, I was never trying to be you, Quackity analysis anon.

though maybe i *was* trying to start something. with your name always in comma's anons my beloved tag releasing the latest insightful analysis, always the desire of everyone's hearts, maybe when an anon addressed you as qaa one fateful day, and then the nickname stuck, I became envious.

because when people see "qaa", they think of quackity analysis anon. the independent evil bitch. the brilliant comma fics analyst. the heart eater. the star of the show. but no one ever remembers qaa, the groom, the naive simp, the quackity-apologist-who-now-also-has-to-deal-with-the-problematic-actions-of-the-quackity-in-the-latest-au-who's-also-probably-a-minor-which-i-guess-is-new, and the first and only ex of quackity analysis anon.

I'm not petty wdym. 😠 I may not be an astounding analyst, or an anon with a lovable personality everyone remembers, or a hunk of a dilf analyst who's eloquent-but-precise, but I deserve to just mind my own business making asks pondering over if ace was a non binary toxic gamer icon. we were supposed to split our belongings evenly in the divorce, so don't u think our initials are any exception, ill call myself the cooler qaa all i want, it's the least you can let me have after literally forgetting we shared initials (EVEN after we literally signed our full legal names on the marriage AND divorce papers together) and unleashing your spouses on me, bitch

quackity apologist anon (/LH /NM /J)

WHAT A TWIST

[lesbiantvfish]

Ooh, there is something all the rude (non anon) messages have in common, they’re all mlp fans.

Though! I’ve gotten SO many sweet tags on the mlp art that made me very happy (Thank you!!!!! Your kind words make my entire day, seriously. I will randomly remember them throughout my free time and get happy)

I just do not want to attract the bad side of the mlp fan base anymore, so I decided I will no longer post my mlp art.

Obviously I’m not going to teach neurotypicals how to treat me like a human, I do just wanna ramble a bit about infantilizing behavior.

Getting asked my “mental age” is tiring.

I respect and wish nothing but the best for disabled people who want to be age regressors, but there’s lots of ppl with brain damage and similar conditions that do not want to be called age regressed either.

No matter how I act, I see myself as a 26 y/o. I’ve known for a long time that I cannot process or act just like most (neurotypical) people, and I’ve come to terms with how only some of them will see me as a person.

All that said, I’m actually in a pleasant mood, (my fav pain meds were refilled today so that helps lmao!) but I do think it’s important to address my boundaries all the same! Thanks for reading this long post.