#But putting stuff on tumblr feels more...formal?

[cinnacorn]

post-event thoughts about dashcon 2

so it's been a few days since I got home, and now that I've had a chance to decompress, I wanted to describe my amazing experience and put some of my thoughts into words about the convention!

putting it under a read-more cuz it's going to be pretty long (and also very cheesy, you've been warned). :P

(I was the ms. frizzle cosplayer, and my sibling @duskroads was the dredge fisherman!)

for context, I've been attending conventions (mostly anime, some comic) since 2009, and I've been on tumblr continuously since 2011. I definitely remember watching from afar when the original dashcon happened, and I'm a longtime convention-goer.

I was pretty excited that not only was dashcon 2 happening, but in toronto, which I visit frequently, and by some amazing stroke of luck I managed to nab tickets for myself and my sibling. I was honestly a little dumbfounded given how fast they sold, I kept thinking I'd get a refund email that was like "oops we oversold and yours was the last purchased!"

I think my biggest worry was actually not that it'd be a shitshow (I wasn't too worried based on the site FAQ), but that it'd be boring. I've been to small conventions that I ended up leaving early for that reason.

but dashcon 2 was absolutely anything but boring. I've been to conventions where there's a sense of camaraderie, but never quite as strong as the sheer feeling of community last weekend. it genuinely felt like everyone was just a friend I hadn't met yet, and everyone was so kind.

this post would be even more of a novel if I got too into this topic, but I'm a newly-formally-diagnosed autistic, and while my self-acceptance has generally been solid since long before suspecting I was autistic, there are a few things I'm still unlearning shame around now that I know they're not somehow personal failings. y'all, I felt so safe and understood, both in the discord(s) and in person at dashcon 2, in a way that I've never quite felt before. people were bringing up neurodivergent struggles with things that I've never heard anyone talk about before but faced myself. everyone completely got it when I mentioned being overstimulated easily. I just knew that if I was struggling, not just my sibling but everyone around me would understand without judgement and be willing to help. (luckily I only got a little overwhelmed once, which was solved by putting in earplugs!)

and the convention was so fun too! the artists in the dealers room were fantastic, the panels and events were all engaging and enjoyable, and the activities were a blast. there were so many little weird details about the day (a gaggle of hatsune mikus may have set off an anti-theft alarm! I found a little plastic baby on the ground! literally everything about the duel and subsequent funeral!) that just felt so delightfully absurd and yet completely on-brand.

I especially loved the crow exchange, and also the amount of people just giving stuff out throughout the day. I am so touched and impressed by the amount of time and/or money people put into generously handing out nifty things. my haul of things I traded for or was given is like twice the size of my purchase haul!

I regret not being able to attend some of the panels (the line for the strange aeons panel was gigantic when I got out of the panel room before it!), but the Making of Dashcon 2 panel and the Rabid and Loving panel were simultaneously some of the funniest and most informative panels I've been to at a convention. I'm glad I didn't miss either of them, especially the raccoon one. I'll definitely also check out several of the others when the VODs drop.

the closing ceremonies were so emotional and sweet. I loved how we sung happy birthday to avis's mom and everyone called her "mom," and how we continued the legacy of the first dashcon by singing we are the champions. finishing off the day's events like that really compounded on the sense of community that I was feeling. my sibling and I ran out of steam shortly after that but we even did an extra half-hearted lap around the dealer's room just because we didn't want to leave.

I also loved how happy my ms. frizzle cosplay made everyone! it was a remake of one I made in 2016 but I hadn't cosplayed her in years and I forgot just how fun it is to cosplay her. I also had multiple people ask me where I bought the dress, which as a longtime hobby seamstress felt incredibly flattering. I put a lot of work into it and I'm so glad people got excited about it. (please let me know if you any have pictures of me, I'd love to see them!)

this event just felt like a chance for everyone to be unapologetically ourselves, and it turns out that who we are as a community is full of passion, kindness, joy, and silliness. truly, we are all cringe but we are all free.

I really hope that if there is another event next year, I'm able to get tickets. my biggest fear is that it happens again but I can't attend, because this was just such an amazing day. I also do a lot of panels for anime conventions, so I really hope I can run some next year for dashcon!

from the bottom of my heart, I am so grateful to everyone involved with making the day happen, because it really was special. thank you to @the-muppet-joker, @strange-aeons, and @xiranjayzhao for all injecting so much entertainment and chaos into the whole day (side note: thank you also to strange and xiran for your videos keeping me company at work or while sewing. :P) thank you to the volunteers, vendors, and my fellow attendees for making the convention what it was. thank you so much to @raccoonmilf for coming up with the idea all those years ago (even if it didn't go so smoothly the first time around!), for giving it a second chance, and for the awesome panel teaching us about all these raccoon facts that I can now share with people. and of course thank you to all the staff at @dashcon-two for having this crazy idea to bring back dashcon in the first place and then actually making it happen!

I can't thank everyone enough. thank you so much. my heart is so full. thank you.

[beeserendipity]

I got new gen pens, so I redrew the SA2 Shadow art! I have a harder time drawing shadow than other sonic characters for some reason so I wanted to practice him, and I always underestimate how large Sonic characters' gloves and shoes are

[inks-writing-space]

Serotonin~ Klaus Mikaelson x f!Reader

Masterlist

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3.7k words: You are a witch getting invited to a party at the Mikaelson compound. There you dance with a certain hybrid who invites you into his study for later…

Warnings: smut, blowjob, kinda enemies to lovers, dirty talk, eastereggs for my austrian friends, Klaus being a horny bastard and a dom, a little kinky but not a lot…

A/N: AHHH I GOT MOTIVATION AGAIN!!! I used to write on Ao3 but immigrated to Tumblr…I started to write again and I am so happy. Might not be my best one shot but I think it’s alright.

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Your hand was trembling in fear, or like your mother called it, doing funny things. But that was only natural. To say you weren't nervous would be a lie and a bad one as well. You had been a part of the whole Vampire Drama since the day you arrived in this world and the danger, hiding and lying had taken a toll on you. Not that you would have minded. You were a thrill seeker, and a drama queen on top of that. Someone like that appreciates the thrill and the unknown. Still you didn't know if you were able to make tonight. Not in terms of surviving, you were quite skilled at that, but more on a mental level.

The Mikaelson's were hosting a party and you were invited. You hadn't seen them in a long time, and you would have loved to keep it that way. You didn't like Klaus very much, nor Elijah, nor Kol. The only one you got along with was Rebekah, but it wasn't worth putting up with her brother's just for her company. As a witch you had far better things to do. Ignoring an official invitation by the Originals wasn't one. It would be considered impolite and you couldn't afford having them as your enemy. Not after you had seen what they were able to do to witches like you or even vampires, who were there own kind.

This is why you were now standing infront of your mirror taking in the sight of yourself in the dress you had gotten for your eighteenth birthday. This had been a few years ago but it still fitted like back then. It was sparkling red and where it should be touching the ground red roses were knitted into it, a protection spell by your mother. Two gloves were reaching up to your elbows hugging your skin tightly. You had put your hair up in two thin braids on each side, coming together in the middle, while you had curled the rest of the hair and let it fall down. Your red eye shadow was matching the dress, and with a colorless lipgloss and mascara your look was completed.

You sighed one last time, before you grabbed your purse and headed off to the compound.

You were always shocked by how skilled the Mikaelson's were in hosting balls and parties and other stuff, but you knew they never did anything without a reason, and you knew inviting you wasn't a nice gesture. Still you smiled at Elijah who was welcoming the guests. He smiled back as you offered him your hand, he took it and implied a kiss onto your glove.

"It's good to see you, welcome back," he said. Anyone else would have taken that as a compliment, but you knew better.

"Elijah," you say the smile still plastered on your lips not quite reaching your eye's. Elijah noticed that too and raised an eyebrow but didn't comment at it, turning to other guests.

You knew it would probably be the worst decision to get drunk in a place full of vampires who weren't really found of you, but your nerves were getting the better of you and that's how you found yourself with your third drink in your hand already feeling a little lightheaded.

"Have you become an alcoholic in the time you were gone, or are you trying to drown some lovesickness?," a voice behind you asked and you shooted the rest of your drink before turning around looking into a pair of blue-green eyes.

"Niklaus," you said letting the name roll of your lip, "I doubt the only reason to drink are alcoholism and lovesickness."

He smiled, ignoring your comment, "Oh my dear, when did we go back to the formalities? Just call me Klaus," he said and you sighed realizing how much he enjoyed the banter you too had and always have had.

"Do you need a drink in your hand to answer me or are you just going to stand there with your mouth open for the rest of the night?," he asked and you immediately closed your mouth and swallowed down a sarcastic remark, reminding yourself why it was a bad idea to insult an Original.

"Why am I here Klaus?," you finally managed to press out and he sighed offering you his arm.

"I'd love to show you." You shook your head.

"I won't follow you into a creepy basement or some, just tell me." He smiled a little and accepted your wish surprisingly. "Then dance with me. I'd like to explain it to you without unnecessary listeners."

You considered it for a second, glad he had given you the illusion of a choice before taking his hand and letting him guide you onto the dance floor.

The Emperor Waltz started playing and you had to chuckle, "How ironic,“ you commented, Klaus chuckled.

"I swear this wasn't on purpose." You looked at him as you two started to dance. He had his hand on your waist, but didn't touch it as if he tried to keep a respectful distance. You couldn't say the same for you, your hand was holding on for dear life on his shoulder, while he guided you across the parquet your fingers of the other hand interlinked.

"Our family needs extra protection," Klaus said while twirling you around. You raised an eyebrow, holding his gaze trying not to look down at your feet.

"The Originals. Why would they need extra protection, I thought you all are immortal and having your own witches," your voice was laced with sarcasm and Klaus chuckled his grip on your hand growing a little tighter. He was now also touching your hip.

"I was told you own a Grimoire with special protection spells," you swallowed the music growing intenser. Where had he heard that? And when was this damn dance finally over?

"It's ten minutes long," Klaus said dryly almost as if he had read your thoughts. You looked at him.

"Why would I give you the book leave alone speak the protection spell."

"Because you don't have that much of a choice," he said dryly, the music lowering a little and his mouth went next to your ear, "Or do you really want to test me, little witch?"

You shook your head, "I can give you the Grimoire, I don't want to call you or your family my enemies." Klaus chuckled, "Intelligent witch. Always on the right side, aren't you?"

The music swelled again and you protested as Klaus sped up your movements, "Oh come on what is up with this Austrian dances?," you asked annoyed.

"Aww, for a witch who has seen the monarchy of Austria-Hungary rise and fall you are awfully bad at dancing to their music," Klaus said amused and you shrugged.

"I wasn't in Europe during that time. I assume you were?" Klaus nodded slightly, "I was trying to find the Doppelgänger or what was left of her."

"Katherine wasn't in Bulgaria at that time. I doubt she stayed anywhere for long," you said yelping as he lifted you for a second.

"And if I knew that before I would have left her country and returned to England sooner." You looked away, trying to concentrate on his steps. You did not want to form a connection with him. He chuckled slightly.

"Eyes on me. That's necessary for a waltz."

"I think you are lying," you mumbled but looked back at him.

"You know that you look amazing in that dress, right?," he asked and you nodded confidently. "I like it as well. Thanks for noticing I guess."

You saved yourself of stepping on his feet and Klaus smiled, "I always notice. Why don't you come to my room in a few hours when this party is over, and we discuss the details of you handing me the Grimoire?" You bit your lip but nodded as the dance was slowly coming to an end. You knew you had to go through this sooner or later and you didn't really mind.

„Perfect,“ he said letting you go again, "Oh and sweetheart?“ You turned to him raising an eyebrow, "If you run I‘ll find you.“

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A few hours and drinks later you finally stepped into Klaus‘s office. To your surprise he was alone without Elijah or any other sibling. He smiled at you, obviously relieved that you came.

"Glad you didn’t try to run,“ he said, his voice low as he stood up and approached you walking like a predator mocking it's prey.

You nodded, your heart racing, although you weren't quite sure why, yes you were scared of him, but the alcohol seemed to make it even worse. „Listen I‘ll give you the Grimoire but after that I never want to hear a word from any original ever again," you said quickly so you didn't have to think about how his curls looked especially good today. At your words Klaus raised an eyebrow, "Really? From none of us?“

"Feel offended?"

A smug smile crossed his face, "Well yea, I'll miss a witch who has a lot of power in my life."

You smiled joylessly, "Well you bet that I won't miss the original who tried to suppress me."

"Aw you are so innocent aren't you?," Klaus asked, his voice laced with sarcasm and a shiver ran down your spine. He chuckled, "I watched you the whole night you know, you are such a brave girl attending a party at the home of the Originals. Everyone kept their distance because they are scared you'll break like a glass doll the second they even try to address you. They all buy your good girl act hook, line and sinker, but not me."

Klaus smiled cruelly, "You are neither innocent nor a good person, are you, doll?"

You swallowed, not quite sure what to answer. Klaus's proximity was making you more nervous than it should, but Klaus was waiting for your response and you wanted to give it to him.

"I never said I was," you finally answered, and he chuckled darkly.

"No, because I know you aren't. I can ignore all the lives you took, and all the sacrifices you made. But do you really think you can hide how much your heart rate increases every time I come near you? I wanted you here to talk about the Grimoire, but now I have someone who seems to enjoy my company a lot," he eyed your form up and down taking in every inch of you, "Or am I wrong?"

You swallowed the alcohol clouding your judgement, your body aching and not wanting to lie anymore. You shook your head, "No, you are not," you whispered your voice hoarse and goosebump started to build on your body.

"Look at you," he smiled, "All I have to do is whisper a few pretty words and you melt right in front of me, isn't that cute?"

The worst part was that his words made everything you felt so much worse. It felt like bubbles were building inside of you, like the champagne had started to have his own personality. But it wasn't the alcohol or the drinks in you, it was a real shiver that went over your spine when Klaus talked to you like that. Ugh you hated vampires.

Klaus took a step closer, his chest now almost pressing against yours, his hand was on your hip in an instant and he turned you around. "Listen closely, doll. I do not like witches," his hand wandered to your neck and a jolt went through your body, "You might be hot, but believe me you are not an exception at all. And if you do even so much as to try and hurt my family...," Klaus squeezed your neck a little more.

"Great," you said, your voice a little shaky, but you tried to regain back your usual composure, "And now we should have sex." You did not know why you said this. Maybe because Klaus was so close you could feel his breath against your neck. Or maybe because his hand was applying the perfect amount of pressure around your throat. Or maybe because his threat was super fucking hot.

Klaus chuckled behind you, his lips gracing over the shell of your ear, pressing a soft kiss to it, before he continued tracing his lips over your neck, his hands wandering up the sides of your body.

"If you insist. I never was one to deny a pretty woman an opportunity to release all of her pent up pressure." His hand moved to the zipper on the back of your dress, and pulled it down, slowly and considerate, "Although I like to tease them from time to time," he chuckled as he felt your uneasiness mixed with anticipation. You didn't turn around as the dress fell to the floor, and his fingers opened your bra sliding it off your shoulders.

At this point your body was already trembling and shaking and the fact you were so excited and ready only amused Klaus more. He clicked softly with his tongue. "I haven't even touched you yet and you are already a trembling mess. I am excited about what else I'll be able to get from you."

He turned you around quickly looking you up and down. You decided to take the initiative, at least for the moment, and kissed him. First you had to stand on your tiptoes to reach the Hybrid's face but once he noticed your struggle his hands grabbed your ass and placed you onto his table. His hand grabbed your chin roughly as he broke the kiss, "I am gonna show you exactly what can happen if you decide to behave and work for me," he smirked slightly, "I'd hate to show you the other side."

"Aren't you a softie," you joked and with a growl Klaus had you pressed onto his table. You could feel paper and a few pens beneath you as he lightly slapped you across the face. Not to hurt, but to warn.

You bit your lip not even in the slightest intimidated by his presence anymore, not when the option to be attracted to it was there. You pulled his head down kissing his lips and grinding your hips against him. He pressed them down, preventing you from moving, as he slowly kissed down your neck, stopping to nip and suck on it while he plastered your collarbones with bruising kisses. It hurt, but the pleasure quickly overtook and you had to suppress a moan, remembering that downstairs was a party full of vampires.

Klaus chuckled as his tongue licked over the peak of your breast and swirled around it, "Don't be shy darling," he whispered his voice hoarse, "Let them hear." You moaned as he bit down on your nipple drawing blood from you, and your hands pulled on his hair as he did the same to the other side. He obviously wanted to be in control, but you were having none of that, you quickly pulled his face back up and rolled you two around so you were now straddling him. Having wanted this for so long you were not eager to wait. You quickly disposed of his shirt before unclasping his jeans.

Klaus watched you and chuckled, before he lifted you up without any effort, and sped you both towards the big chair in the corner. He quickly pressed you down to your knees and shook his head almost mockingly as you tried to stand up again. He clicked with his tongue disapprovingly, "Eager little girl, you are lucky I am in a giving mood today, otherwise I'd make you beg for what you want," he chuckled and a shiver ran through your body. He chuckled, "Seems like you'd be a fan of that, wouldn't you?"

The question was rhetoric and you didn't answer. He left out a soft laugh as he saw your dazzled face, his grip in your hair growing stronger pulling you towards his groin, "Do you wish for an instruction handbook, or do you know what to do?," he mocked you his voice growing darker, and his eyes flashed yellow his werewolf side coming out, as you pulled his suit pants down and he kicked them away.

Beneath his boxers you could see his cock getting hard and realized how big he was. You wetted your lips, trying to regain your composure as you steadied yourself on his thighs as you touched him a little through them until you decided to take matters into your own hands and pulled it down.

You slowly licked a path down his length pressing your tongue flat against him, licking up his precum eagerly. You looked up through your lashes meeting his demanding gaze, his grip in your hair got tighter and more demanding. You wanted to tease him a little more but his grip in your hair tightened and you only had time to relax your jaw before he started to fuck your mouth. Klaus growled and moved his hips in sync with your mouth, pushing himself deeper. His cock pushed deep into your throat and you gagged, but that only made him twitch. You looked up at him and noticed him locking eyes with you as he sped up his movements.

Tears escaped your eyes, at the rough and brutal pace he had set. He wanted to pull off, but you knew it only needed a little bit more effort, so you grabbed his balls with your hand, massaging them while you sucked on his cock. You felt him shudder and his cock twitch as he pulled out and released himself, his cum spilling over your body. You looked down at yourself and Klaus growled satisfied. Your face was stained with the mascara and his thumb stroked over your cheekbone, almost tender for a second. He smiled down at you, awaiting your next move.

"You are so pretty, all painted in my cum," he mumbled, patting his lap. You didn't even hesitate a second, taking off your remaining panties before you climbed into his lap. He still wore a shirt and after you relished a little in the fact that you were completely naked, while he was clothed, you pulled his shirt over his head tossing it aside, with a smirk. You bit your lip admiring his biceps, and trailing your fingers down his chest. Klaus groaned approvingly as you started to kiss his neck, determined to leave a Hickey.

He chuckled and pulled away slightly, "It will heal in a second," he reminded you and you rolled your eyes, "I do love to try to make it last, tho," you whispered into his ear and moved slowly against his leg.

He groaned slightly, the sound of your wet pussy sliding against this naked leg obscene, and the fact he was enjoying it so much only made you want him more.

"There is one thing you don't know about me," Klaus whispered back, "I am not really a patient man," he said before he grabbed your hips and pulled you up lowering you on his cock without hesitation, "Now ride me properly, before I show you what happens to teasing little whores."

You slapped him slightly, before you started to grind against him, "Don't call me whore," you hissed and he chuckled gripping your ass helping you to find a pace.

"Oh but why not, love?," he asked innocently, "Do you think every girl just gives themselves to someone like me?"

"I would say probably more than you could count," you said and sped your pace up a little, your thighs were burning, but you were determined to show no weakness, having him like this felt powerful. You wrapped your arms around his throat, "Or am I wrong?," you whispered and he grinned suggestively.

"No, you certainly aren't wrong with your assumption, but it still doesn't change a thing," he said and smacked your ass lightly to get you to grind even faster. You felt tired, but decided to not stop, planting his arms on his shoulders trying to move faster.

"Yes, that's right, fuck yourself on my cock," he groaned as you lifted yourself up and down quicker. One hand stayed up on your waist steading you, the other was wrapped around your throat in an instant cutting off your airwave. You groaned slightly, the adrenaline that the oxygen deprivation sent through you was delicious and made you want to stay in this position forever.

Klaus growled as your pussy tightened around him, "Please," you whispered your limbs burning, not able to keep up the pace. He pressed his hips upwards and took your waist lifting you up and down with no effort, as if you were the lightest thing in the world.

"Cum," he commanded and his demanding tone was everything you needed to be sent over the edge. You fell forward, your forehead hitting his shoulder as your high crashed over you. Klaus chuckled and held onto you stroking your back soothingly, as you came down from your high. He trusted upwards into you a little bit more before he came as well, spilling himself inside you.

"Aww, is my little witch tired?," he asked with a smile as he looked at you. He turned you around pulling out, his gaze roaming over you hungry. You were completely spend, his cum from earlier still sticky on you, he smiled kissing down your neck, his teeth grazing over your pulse point. You whimpered looking up from under him and he ran his fingers through your hair, suddenly pulling it back. His grip was rough and his eyes golden, as he sank his fangs into your neck.

You groaned and tried to relax as he drew blood from you, but the pleasure and pain were battling and you couldn't help but grab his head, tugging at his hair. You weren't even sure what you were trying to do, if you wanted him to bite harder or let go. Maybe a mixture of both. He chuckled letting go of you, and you looked him in the eyes as you traced the dark veins under his eyes.

He licked up the remaining blood and you couldn't help but shiver under his tongue. "Come on love," he growled into your ear, "Let's get you cleaned up and continue this little game."

[annerb-fic]

If you would but indulge this fandom elder for a few moments, I'd like to point out a few things that I think can make all of our fannish experiences on this hellsite (affectionate) so much more joyful.

Try not to treat yourself or others as "content-providers."

This happens when you allow yourself to be influenced by real or imagined expectations and demands of others. "But I know people want..." "But people would expect me to..." "But they might not like it if I..." "It's been too long since I've written/posted anything..." "What if people get upset if I..." These are the joy killers. The only questions you should ask yourself when posting stuff to tumblr (or not) is "does this bring me joy right now?" and "would this cause harm?" That's it. You can also tag liberally so people can block stuff if they want. That's also a nice thoughtful thing to do. But try not to let the nebulous concept of "people"--your followers, your readers, the internet at large, or whatever--become a bogeyman in your own head. Most of us already have enough internal critics trying to trip us up at any given moment. Try not to invent more.

Treating others as "content-providers" happens if you send asks or comments to someone on this site demanding more content of a specific type, or insinuating that you are entitled to something from that person. You are communicating to that person that they only have value as a content-provider, and only when providing whatever it is you want. This is dehumanizing and ignores the thousands of reasons that person might choose to be here. Tumblr is not a subscription service. No one is paying for anything here. Most people here are just doing stuff that makes them joyful and we are lucky enough that sometimes they share it with us too!

2. Fandom is not a marriage.

The concept of "being in a fandom" is actually incredibly nebulous, as it should be! There is nothing you need to do or declare to be "in a fandom." There is no minimum threshold of love, or time, or interaction, or "production." It's just a feeling. A place. A space that brings joy. (And sometimes, heartbreak, but that's another topic all together.)

Fandom is also not a marriage. You can't cheat on a fandom. You do not have to have formal divorce proceedings and let go of one fandom before messing around with another one. There's no such thing as fandom infidelity. Neither is fandom a job. You don't have to give two weeks' notice. You don't have to post public intent on the town hall. You're not banned once you step out, never to return. You can "take a break" without any moral implications or risk of becoming the focus of a pop culture debate about whether or not you were justified to mess around with another fandom during that time. You can leave a fandom and never go back, all without having to consciously decide to do so. You can fall out of love with a fandom and then fall back in love with it later. It's not a marriage/job! There are no rules!

3. Take ownership and curate your own experience.

If there is a thing, or a blog, or a person who once brought you joy, but on balance no longer does, or makes you more disappointed or annoyed or upset than not, you do not have to keep interacting with them/it. Following someone on tumblr is also not a marriage. You can follow/unfollow as you like, no harm, no foul. It's just curating your personal joy, and I hope we will always wish each other the best with that. If you are scared of "missing out on something," then you will either need to block tags enough to make it enjoyable, or decide unfollowing is worth the risk if it makes you too unhappy to keep following!

The ultimate thing is, it's up to you to curate your fannish experience. It is not up to the person you are following to change to fit your expectations or hopes. (See point #1.) You can feel ways about this, of course! But those are your feelings, which are yours to handle. Do not put them on the other person. Do not send them asks demanding things or lashing out. It won't make you feel better and it definitely won't get you what you are looking for, unless your actual aim is to kill the joy of another person so you are not upset alone. In that case I'm not sure what to tell you other than you might want to spend some time meditating on that one and think about if that's really the kind of person you want to be. Or if this kind of space is actually good for you.

That's it for now. Thank you for indulging me. Don't be a dick on the internet, friends. Take no shit and do no harm. Take care of yourselves! 💕

[roebeanstalk]

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Please - in these types of calls for information - be respectful, straightforward, and informational.

I know that the trans community and others on Tumblr have been having a rough time with moderation, and I feel and hear that anger. Make your voice heard - but if you are able, try to keep it respectful in more formal settings, please.

Those who are unable - still make your voice heard. If you can, take a second to look over your information and maybe pull back on violent or overly intense statements. Still, I think it's better to send those types of statements than nothing at all.

This is not me trying to get people to "calm down" or choose a non-reactive way to push for improvement and better conditions. I fully believe in whatever means necessary when people are being oppressed. I just know that there is a lot of angry, violent, threatening stuff - and not a ton of the more straightforward and formal requests. I just want to balance out the ratio if we can.

I want as many people affected to be able to participate in actually talking with devs/moderators/other users. If we play along, we can possibly join and help make good change. We've gotta try where we can.

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[artisnotourstrongsuit]

OUAW EPISODE 59 SPOILERS LOOK AT UR OWN RISK

im not a blog that usually posts stuff but UHHHH THOUGHTS????? DO WE HAVE THOUGHTS ON THIS????

LIKE UHHH. I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY

1. Kremy I love you so much. Keep being the evil conniving jerk you are /pos HOWEVER. You have just brought out something in Torbek that even i dont think Torbek knew how to bring out voluntarily and thats like. literally him defending himself? Like idk how to describe it and im not good at describiing things, but oh my goodness. yes. please do this more often (I am a toxic yaoi kinda guy Im enjoying Torbek actually biting back at Mr. Kremy of all people.

2. “What the hell, Kremy!?” KREMY??? JUST “KREMY”?? YOU GOT TORBEK SO ANGRY HE DIDN’T EVEN BOTHER TO USE FORMALITY WHAT

3. The way Frost just sits there not saying anything is very intriguing to me also. Like, what do you think he’s thinking about? SIGGHHH I DONT KNOW. I woudlnt personally want to get in the way of Torbek saying this, so maybe he just doesn’t feel the need to “defend” Torbek if he feels he can do it himself.

4. Buuuut…. maybe Frost has a talk with him later about this. Maybe with Kremy, or with Torbek, whichever one makes the most sense- or maybe he just keeps it to himself until Torbek has more INCREDIBLY OFF-PUTTING sidebars like that. I DONT KNOW

5. I dont know if this will stick with Torbek in his head, or Kremy’s for that matter- Gideon will probably push it off since he did side with Kremy at first and then backed down a bit. It did not seem to me that he necessarily reacted a certain way that would be seen as taken aback, but yknow I will watch this clip 3000 times so these thoughts r all fresh

oh to be a OUAW tumblr user 😭

[twstbookclub]

Love in the dark

Summary: Having feelings for a delinquent is... hard. Having feelings for said delinquent and changing him for the better is worse. You thought he would've forgotten you, but even with your feelings in the dark, you had hope that he would. Pronouns: Gender Neutral POV: 2nd Admin/Writer: Kai⚔️ Tags: Deuce Spade, Deuce angst. very light angst, delinquent Deuce, open-ended, I could follow this up one day... could Word count: 3,458

A/N: I was g o i n g to post this one after the Parallel Lines fic, but I was way too excited to post about Epel and Azul angst(I was so proud of them), that I put this on the back burner. I know we had a 2 week post period and now I've left it for a month yes I KNOW, but I was trying to let this one take a while to post, because honestly... we have no content right now.

On a technical scale, we do, at least I do, I have like 2 of them in the basement ready to be edited and like 4 as WIPs, and I'm honestly writing other fics that aren't twst related(heh follow my personal Tumblr), but there's still things to do plus life stuff SO ty all for being patient !

Your home wasn't exactly in the best neighborhood. You had a parent who was barely around due to work, which meant you were home alone most of the time. You had some good entertainment, though. These poorly built apartments had thin walls, and you lived beside the one family that was a complete 180 from yours. 

The Spade family.

You didn't know them enough, but only a mother and son existed. It was the home of a short-tempered woman and a teen delinquent, but you knew the teen.

Deuce Spade, notorious for constantly yelling and leaving the house in the middle of the night after an argument, was the main piece for your noisy neighborhood. His mother had blue hair with blonde highlights, yet Deuce only had blond hair. He used to have naturally blue hair, though.

I mean, he is a delinquent.

His mother was sweet and patient despite her son's behavior. She made sure you would eat, have clean clothes, and a clean uniform. She was practically like your mother. She would sometimes invite you to stay over for dinner, and why not accept such a kind offer?

Plus, you liked seeing Deuce. The first time you saw him was the first day of middle school, and you caught him as you were leaving your home, his teal eyes stopping on yours for a few seconds. After the first day, you went home to see his mother waiting for you right by your front door.

That was when she found out that you often stayed alone at home, and she offered you a snack of peeled apples. Since then, she would sometimes knock on your door to ask to come over for dinner or help her run an errand, which resulted in you staying over.

This was one of those times. She invited you to have dinner with her since her son had left the house again, but you were studying at the table since your home was too quiet to concentrate.

“Uhm, Miss Spade—”

The door suddenly opened, revealing a beat-up Deuce with a scowl and torn-up clothes. His eyes instantly landed on you, and his scowl grew worse.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house—”

Smack!

Deuce's mom suddenly hit the back of his head with a rolled-up newspaper, with a scowl on her own face. “Don't curse in my house, you rude brat. They are my guest, and you will respect them.”

Deuce held the back of his head with a wince and growled, looking towards his mother. “Lady—!”

Smack!

“Quit that. I am your mother and not the one you're mad at. Leave the anger outside and get showered for dinner,” she said, dropping the newspaper on the counter to finish with dinner.

“Sweetie, could you help him out with those wounds?”

You perked up at Miss Spade calling you, and then you nodded and closed your books before standing up.

“Oh, and one more thing,” she says happily, smiling at you. “Just call me Dylla. No need for formalities.”

“Oh–Dylla…” You said carefully with a nod, then smiled back and went with Deuce for him to get ready for dinner. This wasn't the first time you've witnessed this; you already knew the familiar routine after doing this a few times.

You grabbed the first-aid kit and followed Deuce to his bedroom, being stopped at the door. “You thinkin’ to replace me as my mom's kid or somethin’? You got your own lonely house next door.”

You stared at Deuce for a moment and sighed before you smiled at him. “Not at all. Being around a good person feels nice, but you take that for granted,” you spoke confidently, giving him a pat on the cheek and handing the first-aid kit to him.

“If you want to be rude, tend to your own wounds,” you said and walked off, returning to the table to study and do homework despite hearing Deuce groan and slam his door shut.

When Deuce came back, he heard how much his mother was laughing with you and serving you a bowl of food with rice. Dylla hadn’t laughed that hard in ages, and you were all smiles, too. Deuce knew all too well how his mom had taken a liking to the neighbor’s child due to how much time they spent alone, but this was excessive.

You turned and saw Deuce standing there, and then Dylla served the rest of the bowls so everyone could eat. “I don’t understand why you want them here so much. Can’t they ask their own parents to cook for ‘em?” Deuce mumbled, sitting in his spot at the table.

“Because this is my house, kid. You are my child, and they are a child that needs care. Now, stop hiding that kind heart and eat,” she said, followed by Deuce groaning and starting to eat his dinner.

It was quiet, most likely because of your presence and Deuce's tension with his mother.  After everyone finished eating, you helped with storing food away while he washed the dishes. Dylla was gone to buy fruit and snacks, leaving you and her son in awkward positions.

“Hey?” Deuce called, his voice a bit guilty and quiet. The sudden voice spooked you, making you instantly freeze and look at him.

“Hmm? What’s up?”

Deuce turned off the sink and looked at you, looking regretful. “So, I had a pretty big fight with my mom and, you know, left the house. A few days ago, though, I heard her talkin’ to my grandma about how she thinks I turned out like this 'cause she didn’t raise me right or somethin’. So, I kinda wanna ask you for a favor.”

You looked at Deuce with a tilted head, shocked about how he was different after just a little while of being able to think. “Uhh, what’s the favor?”

“Help me get my grades up. I—” Deuce stopped, looking away from you and taking a breath. “I do love my mom, and I can’t stand seeing her cry like that over me. It ain’t her fault I became such a douche, either! I just—I don’t know.”

His statements and requests made you stop to think about what the hell he was saying to you right now. 

“I’ll do it,” you responded, giving him an honest smile. His eyes lit up and he grabbed you by the shoulders, getting excited at your response. “But you have to be committed to this.”

“Seriously!? Yes!” Deuce exclaimed, pulling you close for a random hug and you tried to push him back out of instinct.

You sigh and let him hug you from the side after a bit of fighting, giving in to his efforts. “We start tomorrow, but first, please get rid of that splotchy blond you got.”

Deuce let go with a raised eyebrow. “Tch. It’s a good blond.”

“It makes you look washed out, and you still have some roots showing, so it just looks like a bad job,” you responded, grabbing your study books and placing them on the table.

“Wh—Okay, yeah, maybe you’re right about the bad job,” Deuce mumbled in defeat while touching the dead ends of his hair. “Is it really that bad…?”

“Yes. Yes, it does.” You say and try not to laugh with a small chuckle escaping your mouth, Deuce starts to laugh at the same time and he gently hits your shoulder.

After that, you and Deuce spent day after day studying once you got to his place. It was hard at first since Deuce barely studied and he wanted to distract himself with other things instead of completing the textbooks. 

“Deuce.”

“What!? This stuff is boring! Why can’t they make learning fun or somethin’.”

You let out a sigh and tapped on the textbook page he was on, “Do the page or I tell your mom to cancel on getting you snacks later.”

In an instant, Deuce stopped his shenanigans like a child and got back to work. The sight was honestly funny.

The boy was stubborn, but it took time. You did like spending your days with him regardless. You got to see him in certain ways, like when he was asleep or concentrated, and you even had to start packing him lunch since he wanted to study with you at school, too. 

The classroom was quiet since you both retreated to the science lab for a quiet atmosphere, and you were picking at the rice in the lunch box that Dylla made for you while reading ahead in your notes.

You took a glance towards Deuce and saw him studying diligently. It was charming, even if it didn’t suit him well with that blond hair and the jacket he always wore with his group of friends. When Deuce looked over due to sensing eyes on him, he raised an eyebrow and set down his notebook.

“What's up with you?”

“Huh—” you let out, being caught off guard, “Oh, nothing. You just—you look like an honor student studying so well.”

Your comment made Deuce silent for a few seconds, but then let out a cheer for himself. The sound surprised you, but you remembered that he wanted to have the image of an honor student, so you made his day like that.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to achieve! Perfect! Ooh ooh! How about like this?” He suggested while leaning back and crossing a leg over the other, making himself appear focused.

His behavior only made you laugh, and he didn’t stop until the first bell rang. He tried to continue, but you had to remind him that class was soon, and a star student shouldn’t be late.

The exams went by, and the day the grades were posted was so loud in your neighborhood. 

Deuce ran over to your door and knocked until you opened up, and you were met with a picture of the exam grades on your face. He had made it in the top 60% of the year, meaning he could graduate without problems.

“Do you see this?! That’s what I could do!!” He exclaimed before picking you up for an excited hug. You didn’t have a chance to speak at all.

It made your heart warm to see him so happy.

He deserved it.

“I could only do it with your help.” He spoke more, finally calmer now that he could let it all out. He looked at you with a smile of appreciation.

You just stared at the behavior in front of you. It was so new and weird, but it felt right. He really did deserve this.

You caught yourself staring more and more in the silence, and your ears began to burn before you looked away.

Deuce was staring too, but when you looked away, he did the same with his cheeks growing flushed. Another new behavior.

“Uhm—” you started, trying to get your thoughts together fast enough. “I'm glad you did well, and that I could help with that. It seems you do… have the capability.”

There was a heavy tension. It was awkward. Deuce took a moment to look around through the silence and noticed the boxes around your living room.

You noticed and quickly made up something. “Oh—it's just my family wanting to put some stuff into storage for space.”

“Oh… I see. Well, uh, my mom also told me to let you know that we'll be going out to celebrate her next day off, and she wants to take you with us! So… there's that.”

“Gotcha. Thanks, Deuce.” You thank him before he leaves and you close the door behind him, letting out a quiet sigh before shaking your head.

When Deuce heard the door close, he clutched his chest and let out a breath, then quickly went back home as if he didn't notice that moment.

Over the weeks, Deuce's hair grew out and he got frustrated with its length. He wanted a change now that middle school was coming to a close and he would be going to a different school at Sage Island. 

When he returned home after school one day, you and Dylla looked at the door but suddenly froze. The blond went back to blue.

Your heart began to race as it felt like time had stopped, but you couldn’t stop thinking about one thing—

He looked… like the day you met him.

Whoa.

Deuce saw your expression and raised an eyebrow, staring at you in confusion. “What’s got you all spaced out? Oh, I must look that good if you’re staring!”

“Not at all. You look like you want to be gloomy,” you said sarcastically and turned back around to study. Dylla watched as she saw how you grew flustered.

Deuce’s mother laughed and went to go and mess up his hair by ruffling the strands, causing Deuce to get annoyed. 

“Mom, come on! I just got this done!”

“How can I not? My handsome young man is back!” She responded sarcastically and even attacked him in her motherly hugs for extra effect.

Listening to them argue and joke around was heartwarming, but you couldn’t interrupt them. You carefully got your things and left them to spend the day as a family, retreating to your house.

Deuce started to disappear more in preparation for his transfer to his future school on a whole other land, and you could feel a distance grow.

Deuce started to look more lively and he acted differently; yet still had his pumped personality, but he didn't have the time to spare you a glance anymore.

With Dylla working more to make sure she had the tuition for Deuce, she was gone too. Your apartment was starting to look more and more vacant as all of this went on, a clear sign of what was about to happen.

This was how it was supposed to go anyway. You were never meant to get this close to him. You were the one who kept to themselves. So, this was good. Right?

On the day before the graduation, Dylla suggested you and Deuce hang out and gave spending money as a way to make one last memory.

You let out a sigh as you sat on the blanket in White Rabbit Park, looking up at the colorful evening sky with its orange, purple, and peach hues coloring the clouds.

Deuce came up with a couple cold drinks and ice creams in a bag from the vendor nearby, but there was still that awkward tension.

You and Deuce hadn't talked since exams were over and he began to fix himself onto a better crowd, but now the inevitable was tomorrow.

After tomorrow, when would you ever see him again?

Your thoughts were cut off by the sound of Deuce opening a can of soda, which made you jump from surprise. Your reaction made Deuce laugh before he handed an ice cream to you.

You looked at it and your expression fell a bit. You didn't like this flavor anymore. You checked the other soda can too, but it was the same thing. Did he forget what you liked?

No.

He just hasn't been around to find out what your new palette is like.

You ate the ice cream anyway under the silence of the still sunsetting sky, not wanting his gesture to go to waste. It made you feel guilty to reject something he bought for you.

“So, tomorrow is the day.” Deuce spoke after a long silence and by this point, the moon was already out to say hello for the night. 

Neither of you looked or spoke to each other, finding it too nerve-wracking to do it.

“It is, but it was a good time.” You responded with a small smile, feeling a lump in your throat starting to form.

“It was. Thanks for helping me study and getting me to where I am right now.”

Deuce looked at you shortly after, and your head instinctively turned to return his gaze. His eyes were filled with slight regret, but also had gratitude.

“It's not a problem at all. Really.”

It was silent again with stares that could pierce the heart, but he walked you home after a short moment.

“See you.” You said, watching him get to his own door.

Deuce looked at you and let out a chuckle, “See you tomorrow.”

He was right next door, but seeing him walk off like that made it seem as if he was farther than usual.

You felt your eyes water with every step you took inside your home, being met with more emptiness.

By now, your home was as empty as could be for someone who was also moving away. You stood in the middle of the box-covered living room and let out a sigh of defeat, knowing that tomorrow was inevitable.

At the ceremony, some cried and some were happy to leave, but your eyes could never stop glancing at Deuce, who looked stoked to graduate now that he had his diploma in hand. It was nice to see him like that after the trouble he put himself through.

The day went by without a single worry and all its students were just as carefree. They were happy to now move on to the next chapter. You stood at the school gates with your diploma and a small flower bouquet that Dila got for you as congratulations for your hard work.

You watched as Deuce and his mother spent their time together, and you were waiting for your own parent, yet they never showed up to anything. As you decided to leave, Deuce called out to you and ripped the second button off his uniform, placing it in your hands.

Your eyes widened as you looked at him, “Wh—what?” was all you could mutter out of your shock. 

“To… remember me, I guess. Thank you for helping me get there,” Deuce said, then he gave you a smile and went back to his mom.

You were left speechless but were slowly overshadowed by a wave of sadness. This was one of the last times you’d see him. He was moving away to go to a school on Sage Island, and you were moving to be closer to your soon-to-be high school.

But they didn't know that.

That button was the closest to his heart, and it’s known that most give it to the person closest to them. You let out a small laugh before sighing, and then after taking one last look, you left the campus.

Deuce headed up to your apartment door and knocked, a bit nervous as he knew that giving you the button was risky on his end, but he knew what he felt.

He listened, but no one opened the door. He kept knocking with a look of confusion, but still no answer.

He grew worried, so he put his hands on the doorknob to see if it was locked.

“It's open…?” Deuce said to himself before he went in. He was met with nothing.

Not a sound.

Not a noise.

Not a soul in the home.

It was dark, but everything began to click in mere seconds. Before Deuce knew it, he ran back into his home and tried to call your old phone number, but nothing went through.

You were gone, and he didn't know if that was the last.

The weather had then changed from spring to summer, followed by fall, until the days started becoming darker a lot earlier in accordance with winter. You were cleaning a cup at a restaurant job you picked up, and it was almost time to close. The seating area had a few people, but it was normal for a weekday.

You started to reminisce about your high school days and how everything was back then. It gave you a smile to remember that boy. You had your own changes to your appearance since then, but you were still the same.

The dinging of the door caught your attention and cut off your train of thought, giving a smile to greet anyone who just came in, “Welcome in! Take a s—”

Silence.

Your breath hitched as you saw the pair of eyes you were just thinking about.

His own reaction showed a bit of surprise, but he looked unfazed. Unchanged from the seasons that have passed.

He looked the same to you, and you were the one who changed this time.

“You—” followed by a pause, not knowing how to continue.

The boy gave you a warm smile as he kept standing at the door and had his hands in his pockets. He came up closer to the counter before he sat down.

“Hey.”

[vancemedicibutwhimsical]

Dont feel pressured or anything but now thaf uve put that idea in my head id like to hear more about them like hcs and stuff,

justed has been one of mt favs for awhile i think jts cutie

I AM GOONG TO THROW UP ON YOU/POS/PPOS/POS

I am not pressured i fucking love justin x ted and need so much more of them so let me tell you.

Also this MIGHT be an ask ive already answered i genuinely cant tell if tumblr is tweaking and gave this one back BUT WHATEVER IM ANSWERING IT ANYWAY

one of my biggest headcanons between the two of them, following the ‘ted fell first Justin fell harder’ situation, is that Ted would have his first experience in actually gifting your partner things/thinking of them when you see something.

In my scenario with Ted and Mandy, I think growing up in that misogynistic sort of time, Ted didn't realize that the lack of concern for providing anything to Mandy wasn't just ‘dude stuff’, he just wasn't interested in being her boyfriend outside of the status it gave him. In his head, he figured she could just buy herself things and it would be easier, right?

But when it comes to Justin, Ted can’t see anything related to Justin's interests without thinking of him. I think he'd be a bit embarrassed to actually be vulnerable and show that for a while, but one day would cave. Maybe Justin's birthday or something is coming up >_< I also love to think about their style differences and how they both pretty much admire each other. Sure, Justin is a prissy rich kid, but he does look great with his shirt tucked into some slacks. Ted might be a barbaric idiot, but he pulls off a jersey and shorts very well.

Although, they like to see each other on the opposite side of the spectrum. Ted loves the way Justin looks after they've played catch in the dirt; once-pristine running shorts and shoes covered in dusty dirt, his competitive expression slick with sweat. Justin likes formal events at school because he gets to see Ted in a dress shirt, a tie, or even a suit. He likes how button-ups hug Ted's hard-earned muscles, and how he gets to adjust his tie every 5 minutes for a closer look at his face. Overall my favorite headcanon has to be Justin turning Ted from this egotistical jock into a pretty genuine guy- sort of how he behaves when Jimmy unites all the cliques for a second. Not to say he's some fairytale boyfriend, but I think Justin makes him more bearable to be around. Teaches him some 'rich boy' manners that Ted probably doesn't understand fully, but attempts to follow in order to see Justin smile.

i love them,,,, guys,,, pls send asks for ships or ocs anytime you like i LOVE ANSWERING ASKS

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

Hi! am working on big resource library of writing by nonspeaking & nonverbal people , ( some stuff by speaking people who know us deeply or disabled people who have similar but not same experiences that important to understand our lives but I am mostly centeirng us). is sorted by topic - communication methods is one , relationships & emotions & trauma is another , sensory & motor & cognitive & language process & body experiences is another , ableism is another section , terminology section , section on race culture language ect.

1 ) is it ok if I include some of your posts on our library? is mostly so far writing by nonspeaking spellers & supported typers but really want include more diverse range experience.

2)if yes , do you have any specific posts you want linked? or recomendations for posts of other people.

3) do you prefer links to your tumblr , instagram or other social media?

thanks!!!

ough this made me so excite!!. would love talk more w u abt this!!! would love see

1) yes, absolutely!

2) none on top of head. tag “#loaf screm” maybe helpful for this. need go through them n sort them some point anyway tho so can talk in DM abt it

3) tumblr have everything. but also been thinking long time about (re)create website blog on wordpress (or sth else. WP is only thing know abt) for list more formal writings, since this tumblr is mess. plus if try look tumblr link without account can get weird funky lock you out.

TL;DR yes! can link tumblr + future more put together blog. will look thru my posts n you also feel free look thru, n then tell me which ones u wanna link n so can prioritize post those on (wordpress?) blog :)

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oh some good ones

[romana-after-dark]

You know who’d be very comforting and supportive of dolly? Beast. He’s a very gentle man and I think when dolly is having a panic attack whilst logan is away he’s somehow there and able to calm her down. He probably offers the best tea or hot chocolate for anyone.

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Chapter summary: Past Hank McCoy offers guidance to Dolly. Present. Dolly should be doing better... why isn't she?

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Before

"Thank you so much, Dr. McCoy. i greatly appriciate the help. I promise, I know my stuff, it's just lesson planning for a group is so much different than for a handful of kids of different ages."

Hank McCoy lays out a large notebook on his desk in his office, careful not to knock over the tea he set out for you.

"It's not problem at all, you are taking these classes off my hands, after all. And please, call me Hank. Dr. McCoy makes me sound like I'm in Star Trek." You didn't get that joke.

You knew what Star Trek was, but never saw it, so you just smiled. "Unfortunately, it's a habit I just can't seem to break. I know Mr. Summers is put off by my formality as well."

"I'm sure it's a welcome change from Logan's nick names." Dr. McCoy chuckles softly. You didn't know who Logan was, but there were some people you had yet to meet. "You seem to be okay calling Remy by his name?"

Your smile broadens at that. "I guess you're right." Remy was different though. You couldn't imagine refering to that jovial man as "mr. lebeau". He'd probably laugh at the idea. Even using Mr. Wagner made the impish young man you met last week smirk a little, but he was too kind to say anything.

Dr. McCoy was also understanding of your... strange habits. "Well, whatever you're comfortable with."

"Thank you. You'll have to forgive me. My life before her was..." You shift uncomfortably. "Different. Difficult in a lot of ways" An understatement.

He nods. "I figured."

This makes you laugh. "Is it that obvious?"

"Not necessarily." he is quick to reassure you. "I'm sure you're aware there are... certain things that make you stand out." How you dress. How you do your hair. How you talk. How you are so painfully shy that at almost a month here you've only gotten to know Remy, and that was only by Remy's persistence. You knew people talked about you. You knew people talked about you, and that was okay. You were the weird new girl. It was nothing new to you. "Charles has a penchant for finding strays. I assume he didn't just pick out any non mutant to come into his school, be around his children. You'd have to be someone with extreme compassion and a deep desire to help people. People like that are have usually seen things."

And you had. God, you had. And because of that, you never wanted these students, these children who'd already suffered so much, to suffer more. You wanted to be someone for them that showed no, not all humans hated them.

You clear your throat, feeling a little emotional with the kindness that has been shown to you at this school. You go back to the lesson plans, where you would be taking over the English and literature department so Dr. McCoy could focus on the classes he actually preferred. "Thank you. Um, is this the freshman level English?"

After

"I'm sure it's here somewhere..." Dr. McCoy was searching through his bookshelf, trying to find a book you had asked to barrow.

"It's alright if you don't have it, Logan can take me to the bookstore-"

"No, no, no, I have it here... Ah!" His movements were quick, too quick for you as he reached behind you to the book shelf, right near your head.

You gasp, flinching away. The rest that happened was purely physical, unable to stop yourself as your legs gave out, dropping your knees as you try to cover your face. As you lay there, the silence hung heavy in the air, tension thick enough to cut with a knife. You wait for pain that would never come. You knew it, deep down you knew Dr. McCoy was a gentle soul, but hadn't you thought that of Logan? You couldn't untangle yourself, bracing for pain or for him to force himself on you. Instead, all he did was kneel down.

"It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you..."

But when you finally drop your hands from your face, you're having a panic attack. Hank clocks this immediately, carefully taking your hand in his and easing you from your knees to your bottom. he chastely pinches the edge of your skirt to cover your upper thighs, a move purely for your own dignity.

"Look at me, look at me. You're having a panic attack. I know it's scary, but there isn't anything wrong with you or your baby, you just need to breath through it. Breath with me, okay?"

Wide-eyes, you nod. You breath in when he squeezes your hand and breath out when he lets go. In. Out. In. Out.

Finally, when you calm down, you swallow hard and try to regain composer. You straighten your dress and tuck hair behind your ear, all while avoiding his eyes.

"I- I'm sorry sorry, I don't know what came over me..."

"Seems to me like PTSD."

Your eyes flash to him. "I don't have PTSD. If you're implying Logan hurt me-" you quickly realize your mistake when Dr. McCoys blue eyebrows pinch together.

"I didn't say anything about Logan."

Anxious again, you move to stand up, rejecting the hand he offered to help and using the bookshelves to brace yourself up. "Sorry. it's just... Mr. Summers has been on a smear campaign against my fiancé." I've just been on edge.

Nodding, he looks unconvinced. "I was hoping that now that you and Logan worked things out again, your mental health would improve."

"it has." What more did they want from you? You smiled again. You had more friends than just Remy now, you didn't spend all your time alone when Remy was out anymore! You had Logan, you had Ororo and Emma, you even had been getting to know Logan's very strange but very nice friend, Wade. You laughed and spent time in the sunshine now that the New England air was finally warming... Sure you were plagued with horrific nightmares, sure sudden movements sent you into panic attacks, sure you constantly fretted over you and your babies safety future and sometimes when Logan and you made love you had flashbacks to when he- but he was good to you. When you didn't want sex, he didn't force himself on you. He took care of you. he was the soft, gentle Logan you knew before... so why couldn't you trust it?

Clearly, he didn't believe you but he didn't wish to push you. "Come," He beckons you. "let's find Logan. You took a fall, we should get you checked out."

Telling Logan what happened, of course, lead to Logan shouting at Dr. McCoy for spooking you, and you quickly admonish him for speaking that way to a college who was nothing but kind. Logan's temper... You were fine, your baby was fine... but you couldn't help the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that it was all just slipping away...

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Thanks for the ask! i couldn't help myself and wrote a lil bonus chapter while im supossed to be writing a paper. oopsies!

@multiversed-daydreamer @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @del-ightfulling @miraclesabound @hindi-si-ikay @samsamsantos @madamerubrum @shybluebirdninja a @hornystan @rogueinmymind @accountforreading123 @yawnetu @princessanglophile @and-claudia @new-genesis1000 @teaganthemorningstarr @oldloganslittleslut @zaggprincess2 @bugsinmyeyez @groundclueless @cosmolight @nonamevenus

[yaoigovroom]

hi sry i haven't posted in 1 billion years ... yapping under cut lmao

TLDR: LIFE IS BUSY also i have a twitter i yell on sometimes here

personal:

so lowkey life has been busy asf and work is still smashing my nuts in. (tmi?) i think i have been breaking out in stress hives for like a week now teehee im fine it's cool

my job is ending soon cuz my industry is not that stable (lol) but i want a break really bad so im happy about it! maybe i will have more time to draw the yaoi i want to draw!!!

also i have been really into HOUSE MD the show so i guess that took my attention away from vrooming yaoi for a hot minute. i'm sat tho it's race week and i'm so ready!!!

ALSO ME AND OOMF R GOING TO C MOTOGP IN COTA.. WOOO!!! and then right after im going to F1 SUZUKA im gonna die but im SOOOO excited YAY!!! LFG! yay unemployment! XDDDD

i linked that twitter above the cut n i hate twitter (d*e el*n d*e) but i can't let go it is just so easy and casual to talk more on there so idk if you guys wanna c me be crazy verbally too it's there ... i might also post some art/wips there sooner cuz i'm sick in the head and somehow posting on tumblr feels more "formal" than twitter and i feel like i need to amass more things to post here before i post here. im workin on it :/ but that acc is not updated w most of the motogp stuff i posted here and i will eventually post everything here anyway! so no need to follow it if u dont wanna no pressure XD

Other stuff about merch/prints:

I STILL WANT TO PRINT THOSE ROSQUEZ ILLUSTRATIONS I DID but i have not reached out to a riso printer yet . i did print some marcs in riso at my old school but couldn't get back in to do vale's bc they don't do weekend slots and i cannot wfh so i can't ditch work to go print em!!! BUT maybe when im unemployed and have more time i will go sneak in and print them

i also had oomf help me cut more bez stickers and i put one on my bottle and it is waterproof!! ill try to put those on etsy soon too >_<

if you read this far thank u ilu hope u have a wonderful rest of ur day/night/week/month/year

[qqueenofhades]

thank you for your post i’m doing my best to stay informed on the conflict and i’m very young. i feel guilty being quiet as i understand to uplift voices helps prevent their silencing but this has lead me to not critically think about what i’m spreading

it’s been a long month. i’m only a kid and watching the world go to shit like this has been awful, I always wondered how millennials who lived through post nine eleven imperialism coped and god i’m still not sure how.

I am as a white gentile in a position of privilege and mostly my own person is unaffected by the uptick in violence and evil in the world right now. But my friends who i see every day are in more danger due to this conflict and i feel awful that i cannot ever fully understand or fix the deaths of people.

Right now I’m being a bit too reactionary. I’m doing my best but in the end I am not immune to fearmongering and propoganda, especially in these last couple sleepless weeks.

So thank you and everyone who is keeping level heads and desconstructing what’s happening. I’m sorry and i strive to be better. Thank you.

To anyone living in fear right now i’m so sorry. I will listen when you speak.

Once again I just want to say that I am a busy and uninformed student, and I wish that i had more teachers and authority figures that had objective facts to tell me. It’s suffocating to have fake news everywhere but feel powerless if you don’t know anything

it’s ok if you don’t respond to this

Thank you for your post

Thanks for this message and for taking the time to put it into words and to reflect on your own actions and rhetoric. It takes a lot of courage and self-awareness to admit that you were wrong and that you want to do better, and I'm not going to rip into you or blame you or otherwise shame you for it. So I hope this gives you the confidence to read on without feeling like you'll be raked over the coals for it, and open you to hear some ideas for doing things differently.

First, I do have a ton of sympathy for you as a young person who feels overwhelmed and exhausted by all the evil in the world, and is wondering how to get through it, react to it, or otherwise make some kind of moral response in the face of this soul-crushing trauma. I will say here that I am a little bit older than your average Tumblr user (the majority of this site is in their early-mid twenties), I do personally remember 9/11 and its aftermath when a lot of people here weren't even born yet, and I am an academic historian with a doctorate. That does not mean I am better or smarter or More Perfect or whatever at what I say, but it means that I do have a considerable amount of institutional, formal, and professional practice at analyzing a lot of complex information, putting it into words, breaking it down for less-specialist audiences, pointing out logical fallacies, and so forth.

That is not a skill that everyone has, and in the face of nonstop 24-hour news-cycle social media information overload, it can be incredibly difficult to parse it or understand how you're supposed to respond to it or what your moral obligation in response to this knowledge might be. I wrote this ask the other day in response to someone else asking how to improve their critical thinking skills and be more discerning about what they understood, shared, and analyzed. I strongly encourage you to read it, as it addresses a lot of what you're saying about feeling negative, depressed, panicked, angry, and all the other emotions that are naturally evoked in you from reading this stuff nonstop and feeling like the only thing you can (or should) do is immerse your brain in it at all times. In short, that is absolutely the worst environment to do actual substantial analysis or critical thinking, and it is designed so on purpose.

It has been said before, but it bears repeating: the human brain simply is not designed to be constantly aware of all the atrocities in the world and thus (thanks to social media) feeling as if the only way they can do anything about it is to then post the Correct Opinions on social media (regardless of whether these are informed or relevant or otherwise useful). Especially now, the rush to demonstrate Correct Thinking has warped a lot of otherwise well-meaning young people into becoming eager disinformation mouthpieces. There are a TON of explicitly bad-faith actors and far-right fascists who are posting pro-Palestine content (factual or uh, otherwise) because they know that's an instant way to get an audience of said young left-leaning people who will then be suckered into and exposed to their far more dangerous content and mindset, because that is how radicalization works. Even in the support of an obviously worthy cause, you and everyone else ARE NOT IMMUNE to fearmongering, disinformation, and virulently anti-Semitic propaganda, especially when it's being eagerly and constantly offered in a deliberate attempt to radicalize you further into violence and conspiracy theories, turn you against other vulnerable groups and people, and explicitly disengage you from the electoral/political process, which will harm the Democrats and other liberal establishment parties in favor of more far-right radical fascist theocrats and otherwise make everything, everywhere, many orders of magnitude worse.

I know the feeling that you need to do something, and since you're a long way from the conflict, it seems as if posting on social media is the best and/or the only way to go about it. In that environment, and especially right now, you will make mistakes. I know it is difficult in an online environment where popularity or acceptance by your peers often rests on never being wrong about anything (i.e. saying the same thing everyone else is saying), but it always helps to think about what you're doing, what you're saying, and if you actually need the approval of people who are conditioning you, implicitly or explicitly, into negative and violent ideological nihilism.

The hardest thing to understand is that yes, there is a lot of terrible shit going on in the world; no, you cannot personally fix it and you have to accept that as a limitation; yes, there are many multiple and complex causes and reasons for its existence and there is almost never a black-and-white simplistic moral solution that just hasn't been magically implemented yet; yes, it is always worth it to take the time to inform yourself and consider what you're saying, where it comes from, who it helps and who it hurts, and why you feel the need to say it in the first place. Of course you want to help. Of course you want to stop the needless suffering and death that has gone on in the world for millennia and unfortunately, as long as humans are humans, will continue to do so. But even so, take it away Gandalf:

[defire]

Not to like interrogate you or anything but what sort of experience do you have with filmmaking? Like have you been a producer? Director? 1st AD? Runner? etc.? And would you feel comfortable sharing a showreel or something so we can see what sorta stuff you’ve made?Also what’s you plan funding wise?

Whatever your plan, I’m wishing you luck in pulling this together 👍 It’s a bummer I’m based in the UK, otherwise this would be a good excuse for me to invest in some sound equipment so I could be a recordist

~ @ba-bhump

Yes your question is important and valid--thank you! I hesitated to answer because I'm trying not to dox anyone associated with me...

Referencing this post

Also working title:

Tied Hand Productions

(update on the whump films idea!)

Okay I have a lot of AMATEUR experience in filmmaking. I've planned and prepared for this project for over 10 years, and since I didn't have the money for formal education (and i started off in a cult, ok), I found ways to learn on my own. Each subject below, I have at least a year of practice and some deep research into each one.

The short version is: I've done everything, but I'm especially good at music and acting. Links and more below⬇️

Lots of Autistic humor to be found in the links below--

My experience:

Screenwriting--I screenwrote about 20 short films as a teen, and later wrote these comedic skits on YouTube and these newer autism skits on Tiktok.

Producing--I produced all these videos including managing transportation, delegation, food, social media. I don't like this job. I'm not good at it. I produced some music videos [the hat is part of the costume not a political statement]. I also made product videos on Instagram.

Directing--I've directed over a dozen amateur short films with my teen siblings and friends. Largest team I led was 10 people and we won a film contest for this one.

Acting--I've been performing onstage since I was 5. I have good stage presence! I've been on a TV set a couple times and acted in all my videos. I like playing as--Oblivious Macho, autistic characters, Charismatic meanie ... I love acting; it's my favorite.

Stunts--I have 3+ years of martial arts training and I did the stunts in this "documentary" and this fight over a scarf.

Videography--I did most of the filming in the above projects. I've done framing and natural lighting experience on this Instagram account for jewelry photography.

Costuming--I can tailor some really cool stuff (cloaks, pants, old fashioned shoes, i even handmade my wedding dress). I'll include some pics below. I make jewelry. Someone else is going to have to be in charge of makeup bc I SUCK at it.

Editing--I love editing! I edited most of the above short films and music videos in Lightworks, which is basically a knockoff of Adobe Premier.

Music score--I did all the music in the above videos! I'm GREAT at composing and mastering electronic music! I have a gift for it (even if you don't like my style, I've got the skill). Here's my main online location and here's Background Sound which was made to be a collection of video background music. I've done maybe 15 short film scores.

My current Funding plan+ideas:

Using what equipment and experience our core team already has;

Post very short episodes consistently on Tumblr and Tiktok.

Focus on the series the whump community likes best and do more of that.

Get contracts to create an online collection of the whumpiest film and TV shows for a subscription. (I can't be the only one balancing out subscriptions so I can get the whump stuff from each distributor.) We put up our small projects there for free and use the subscriptions to fund bigger projects.

With a larger following for credibility, approach investors for funding bigger projects. We would never sell rights to these films and series--i believe in this too much to compromise on it.

Continue to post free content and release higher-budget films.

I don't know how to do these big deals or how to get low-level initial funding--so far I've funded everything out-of-pocket, and my pockets only have spare change.

Once we were making enough money to cover everyone's hours, we'd pay back investors and then the core team would split any additional profits.

Again these are all just ideas, and I don't have a detailed understanding of business law. One step at a time, though, right?

Clothes I made

(and if someone goes "crap i know you irl"... It would be unfair of you to keep me in the dark, come on man)

[cuntyyellowpikmin]

Wassup.

It's me, Cunty Yellow Pikmin, Cunty for short, CYP if ya don't wanna say the word "cunty," or Cleo "Cunty" Cassidy Cordatum de Yellow Pikmin if ya wanna get reallyyyyy formal.

My pronouns are she/her.

I'm a former member of r/Pikmin's Discord Server "The Zoo," so if you've seen me before then it was probably there. (ask me stuff or DM me!) Unfortunately, I don't have Discord anymore. That's why I made a Tumblr account so I can still talk to the Pikmin fandom.

I speak English and Spanish (Español) fluently. I'm learning Chinese （中文：普通话）(more proficiency) and Japanese（日本語）(less proficiency) as well.

A little about me, I guess. I was born with a Dandori Issue (ADHD) that may end up staying with me for the rest of my life, so if I don't keep my stuff updated then that's probably why, or I'm hyperfocusing on studying cuz I managed to romanticize it for a day and then everything goes back to normal. I draw, paint (a little), produce music, write, crochet, sew, and I'm learning 3D modeling, animation, and a bunch of other things. Call me a jack-of-all-trades, if you will.

UPDATE: I am now, in fact, associated with the original creator (@beansisbugs) of the Cunty Yellow Pikmin meme. We’re moots now!!

Discriminatory people get off my turf, y'all haters ain't allowed on my block. So get yo racism, sexism, homophobia, and whatever else you got there outta my sight, cuz this is no place for hate. If you think otherwise, I'll draw you pregnant, send you to the torture room and then let you pick your execution, or I'll simply just block you. Depends on how I feel. Extremists aren't allowed here either. I'm a feminist, but Radfem is technically another word for misandry and transphobia, so I won't allow it. The goal of feminism is for women to be treated equally to men, not more than them.

PEDOPHILES, ZOOPHILES, NECROPHILES, PROSHIPPERS, AND EVERYONE ELSE THAT IS SIMILAR OR FALLS INTO THIS CATEGORY OF WEIRD CREEPY PEOPLE SHOULD ALSO STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!!

I dare you to check my AO3 it's absolutely horrendous that y'all wouldn't wanna go there. Literally just a Pikmin AU that doesn't even have it's first chapter out yet (as of 11/3/2024) so until I manage to refine the first chapter I'll just let y'all wait I guess. Also I don't know if the Pikmin community would even like whatever the hell I'm cooking. I just gotta find out...

If i already posted any art here, I won't be posting much from now on. Only wips or drawings I don't really care about will be thrown here. The reason why is because of Tumblr's AI takeover and I don't trust the opt-out option in settings. The only place I'm putting my finished art in is Cara or AO3.

Oh yeah I wanna make YouTube videos of Pikmin creations and whatnot, so maybe y'all would wanna watch them?

Okay I talked long enough. Remember guys, Gaslight Gatekeep, Girlboss.

[thedragonagebigbang]

Bang Creator Interview: Tumblr: @blarrghe  |  [AO3: blarghe

The Collaboration period has begun! In these quiet months before works are due, we want to foster a sense of excitement, camaraderie, and celebration among our participants. To that end, all participants were given the option of a formal interview by our mod, Dema, or an informal “ask-game” survey. We hope you enjoy getting to know our phenomenal creators as much as we have!

Tortured Man More Tortured by Having To Endure the Best Week of His Life

Blarghe and Dema talk art imitating life writing, romantic foils, and the Platonic Ideal Dorianmance 

Dema: I'd love to begin in OC land with you. As someone who is both an artist and a writer, do you find that making art of your OCs informs your process? Or are those pretty separate for you?

Blarghe: Hmm. That's a good question.

Dema: Why, thank you!

Blarghe: My feeling has always been that I'm a better writer than I am an artist, so maybe the writing informs the art, more. I am always getting very visual ideas, like maybe some comic-panel type storyboards in the brain, and I can't really illustrate that to the degree that I want, so it can be like it is in my head. But I can more easily make words do that.

I'd very much like to do some illustrations for my own stuff, and I love drawing my OC and some things have helped in the other way, like designing his vallaslin on paper did give me something better to describe from in writing. I'd really love to reach the point of being able to do a few comics. There are a few scenes I really see that way. I try to be quite visual in my writing in the meantime I guess, haha.

Dema: That makes sense! I have the same dream. Comics are very intimidating. So it sounds like you write your OCs before you draw them?

Blarghe: Yeah, generally. I think since we're going from a video game and I already have seen the characters that way, there's that. Though I have OCs I have not made in the character creator. I haven't invented a ton of non-canon side characters but there are a few. I think I can picture them pretty well. I wind up drawing them after falling in love with them through writing them, rather than like, designing a character visually/on paper/in the cc before putting them in a story. Honestly, I put down DA:I for a looong time while still writing da:i-inspired fic with my OC and other canon characters. So I guess I don't have to look at him that often.

Dema: I have asked several of our writers if they make all their OCs in the CC, and if that's step 1. I'm curious, too, at what point you knew you were going to make fan content of your OC and participate in fandom. Did you finish the game first? Did you come in with a foot already in the fandom?

Blarghe: Ok long answer: I was into the games first. I started playing in maybe 2015, shortly after Inquisition came out. My partner already liked the games and was excited to play it, so I wound up watching some of that and being intrigued. But I started with Origins, loved it, and wound up loving and playing all three, all of them with more than one OC, to varying degrees of completion. When it comes to writing fic, I had ideas, like, little comics and some additional fill-in-the-gaps scenes written into notebooks and stuff for all three games. Mostly expanding on the personal relationships and romances, as you do. I'd done that kind of thing for other media I liked, but never really been in "fandom" about it for anything. I've always done creative writing and original fiction as a hobby and it was just a way of getting back into that on a personal level. I wrote the most after finishing DA:I for the second time... I kind of did a playthrough I wasn't super happy with, then made a new character specifically for a romance (Dorian's) then... wasn't super happy with that character either, THEN made Taren who is my current OC obsession, and wrote like 30K words of canon-divergence fic with a whole other OC companion inserted and just had fun with it. I forgot about that until 2020, when I found it in my docs and re-read it and decided it was actually pretty good and that I could maybe try to post online, find community, etc. I've since completely scrapped and deleted that fic from AO3, but getting out there got me into doing writing prompts and writing other stories, and now here I am. (I still haven't actually finished my Taren playthrough. I will before Veilguard lol) I was definitely motivated by COVID, thought I might go insane without community, so I picked a couple things I was already into (writing and dragon age) and went looking.

Dema: I'm guessing most of the art and writing you've done for DA has been DA:I?

Blarghe: Most, yeah. If only because my long fic is a DA:I inspired modern-au. Honestly it's fairly divorced from canon lol. Most of my canon writing is for DA:O actually. And I'm obsessed with Taren, I've drawn him more than anyone ever. He is very pretty, you see.

Dema: He is very, very pretty. Is DA:O your favorite game in the franchise? Everyone hates this question but I GOTTA KNOW hahaha!

Blarghe: Yeah it is! I love them all for different aspects, but it's got that first-game start of the obsession nostalgia. I also love a finicky, strategy-heavy RPG so to me the usual combat complaints aren't really a thing. I like the pause-every-two-seconds combat hahaha. I do really love running around through the scenery in Inquisition though, and I like the characters, and the fun flashy rogue stabbing too. But I have a soft spot for Origins for really gripping you into that story and world. It's a great balance of silly and funny and dark and difficult choices.

Dema: I haven't asked anyone else this yet, but are you finding the Veilguard announcements and previews are refreshing the inspiration? Or are you avoiding all spoilers and pretending it does not exist until the release? Or some secret, third thing…

Blarghe: Somewhere in between. I've been here the whole time lol, I don't know that it hyped me up any more, but it's nice to finally have news. And I'm excited that it will mean new people in the fandom and a resurgence that way. I am not totally avoiding spoilers but still kinda keeping my distance for my own sanity. I'll definitely lock down the spoiler tags once it's actually out.

Dema: So valid. I am feeling very inspired, myself, but I think it may be more the energy of the fandom around me reaching such a fever pitch. We're like a flock of ducks getting a whole loaf of bread after years of crumbs. 

Blarghe: So true haha. I am really excited about how it looks. Can't wait to play it!

Dema: Same! Returning to Taren a bit because, well, he's pretty: you said you went through a few iterations of OCs for a Dorian romance before him, and then were hooked. What is it about Taren that makes him a favorite? Was there a particular inspiration for him?

Blarghe: Oh boy. Not a specific inspiration. I played DA:I three times, counting the Taren one that I'm not technically finished, and the first I completely missed any romance (thought I could get Harding until it was too late) but I loved Dorian's character and his personal arc hit so hard that I immediately made a new character just for him. He was like a sassy Trevelyan who didn't really wanna be there, trying to pull kind of a rogueish charming sarcastic irresponsible pretty boy to hang with Dorian but I really didn't like how that clicked. I know it's a pretty common character archetype esp in a Dorian romance to do sassy x sassy so no hate but I found the Inquisition storyline and dialogue options just wouldn't let me be that irresponsible and funny, which makes sense. I really liked the themes of how the game pushes you into this impossible role where the only thing you can do is become a big responsible hero figure. I'm sure there's a compelling story there for the kind of character I'm talking about, but since mine fell so flat to me I decided to lean the complete opposite way. And Dorian inspired it too. The more I played and considered it the more I felt like I wanted him to have kind of a counterweight romance, you know. Opposites attract kind of thing. So Taren started as this very responsible, serious character who has always been prepared for leadership, being a First, and takes all that really seriously. He's also very Dalish and has reason to distrust and argue with him, which is great for Drama, but very very sweet and genuine and wholesome, which is so fun to contrast with all Dorian's trust issues. Dorian's quite emotional and idealistic, really, so they match in that way and it's very romantic. Taren's also a bit aspirational. Part of why I like Dorian so much is that I relate to him a lot, and I was struggling with trying to become less arrogant and more genuine, so Taren embodies a lot of that for me. Part of what makes him my favourite is probably the blank-slate of it all, too. Not having the Origin and getting to make stuff up. The whole romance plot is really compelling. I stuck him in some AUs and got carried away by worldbuilding, too. And after so much time spent with him he's just the fave now. But yeah, he's not my usual archetype. I think I've made a lot more sarcastic rogues than genuine sweethearts. He has like, anxiety and trust issues and I keep throwing him in situations to give him Trauma, but that sort of, happy, sweet, genuine, and healer-class character was all new ground to me and I wound up just loving the different-ness and challenge of it.

Dema: I did want to tell you that your "This is a story about trauma and relationships and socioeconomics and questioning belief and searching for balance. It's also about finding your soulmate on grindr" summary absolutely sent me.

Blarghe: Thank you, I'm very proud of that.

Dema: Speaking of which, can you come up with a clickbait title for your bang fic?

Blarghe: Something like Tortured Man More Tortured by Having To Endure the Best Week of His Life [[REDACTED]] you can cut that last part because it does make it obvious.

Dema: A+. Thank you for the lovely interview, it's been a treat chatting!

Blarghe: Thanks! It was very fun.

[uhhhreaperalt]

Reaper Collective Intro!

⚰︎We're BODILY 18! We're a Fictive heavy, Traumagenic DID system of 200+ [medically recognized!!] and uhh yeah!

We're also schizophrenic + AUDHD

english is NOOTT our first language so pardon if there's any misspellings or any of that.

⚰︎ Current hosts and frequent fronters

Keith/Cameron/BF [Co-host#2 ] Michael/BB [Co-host #1]

The intro's of these two will be color coded to the colors above!

Michael/BB

I'm a 25 y/o Trans masc.

I also happen to be aro/ace.

I'm a punk guy.

I do my best! I don't rlly know what to put here lMAO

I love family; it's what's closest to me, personally. I'm also a gatekeeper + an anger holder, but I end up making sure nobody does anything stupid /lh

That's bout it, got any questions for me; please ask!

Keith/Cameron/BF

HII :777

I'm Keith or Cam but call me whatever !!! , I tend to sign of with /kei or /BF! maybe xxbeef if im too lazy to color the text so if you see that, it's me!!

I'm 19; and I'm a Genderfluid pansexual [I'm also poly, got so much love to give </3}, though I prefer masculine pronouns!

BB IS my big brother, so only I get to bully him /j

I do have two partners in sys! Our Pico, and Our Girlfriend! I do not shut up about them but! And I will permanently be fucking up our likes and Spotify wrapped forever until I die /j

I'm also a soother + caregiver !! I do my best but I'm kind of "jumpy" if that's the right word!

Frequent fronters [more to be added]:

Billy/Yourself

22 - transmasc

Pansexual + demi

Prefers he/they but doesn't really mind any as long as they're not feminine

#1 in sys for actually getting shit done [gold star for him]

Protector+ Symptom/Trauma Holder + Regressor [adding that because he's regressed like once.]

also freakishly tall but lit one of our sweetest people. though he tends to speak very formally!! Just an FYI <3

AMA! <3 more intros to come! If you need / want to dm us, PLEASE ask for our disc we're NEVER on our tumblr mssgs and often forget tumblr is a thing. also, if you need to reach us here; @ us at here, or @zerooup! this is our main as of rn though!! or if its super urgent pls send us an ask... we're a bit not smart when it comes to tumblr.

Discord is @/zerooup. ! please ask before adding me so i know to expect reqs!! we love interacting with people but sometimes i explode mentally and forget what im doing </3 promise we're not ignoring anyone!!

Feel free to tag us in stuff if you'd like!

TAGS.

xxrc yaps - usual ramblings and yapping

xxrc vents - vents

xxbeef - from cam/keith

xxMichael - from michael

xxBilly. - From billy

xxrc announcements - updates and otherrr important stuff main blog @reapercollective ! as i want to keep my main and @zerooup seperate