#Come off anon ya coward

[ladydisofdurin]

“Keikaku means plan”-ass writing motherfucker lmao just say funeral

Ur mad at for me for using the correct word for the traditional funeral rite in a culture I was specifically talking about?  ✨ eat shit ✨

[likelylarks]

Your man got paid 21 million to fuck off because he's such a mid driver yet you're worried about 22 year old Yuki?

babe it’s embarrassing when you call an eight-time grand prix driver mid :/

and yuki is a bad driver sorry you can’t see it and feel the need to be bitchy on anon after i left my opinions in my tags on a kind of jokey post about the daniel back to at/rbr narrative ✌️✌️

[spicy-wyrm]

are u chinese or japanese

I'm a different flavor of asian ya dingus there's more than just those two

[milkzoro]

watch me fuck MY girl

-> t. law 🧊

SUMMARY: y/n likes to go live & flirt with her horny audience for money - but her bf hates it, so he decides to give her a lil scare (he’s insanely jealous)

WARNINGS: mdni, smut, camgirl!y/n, stalker!law, mask kink, fucking on live, dom!law, degrading, teasing, possessive!law, creampie, missionary, doggy

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“‘you’re so pretty.’” you gleamed up at your destop camera as you read the comments flowing through your feed, making sure your silhouette showed all your right angles as you replied sweetly. your viewers were obsessed with the innocent little act you put on for them.

your stream was going great as always, meticulously showing off glimpses of your cleavage and speaking in a way that made your glossy lips pout — it was such easy money.

your night was was breezing by, effortless earning hundreds of tips just from entertaining lonleg men in the night. the sultry smiles never left your dolled up face, until something one of the comments made all the color from your face disappear.

anonymous6627: i have her address. watch my live in two hours

more and more comments flooded your feed, discarding the image of the previous comment. but you saw another one.

you knew it was probably nothing but the what if thoughts replayed in your mind.

the comments from the unnamed account kept coming.

anonymous6627: watch yourself y/n

…

anonymous6627: cuz i’m always watching you :)

…

you scoffed. ‘stupids internet trolls, bet you wouldn’t say that off anon.’

sometimes people’s comments got to you, but it was never that serious. you continued on nonetheless.

you said your goodbyes as you were finishing up your stream, growing tired from hours of entertaining and answering questions.

in the next two hours it was your time to destress, cleansing yourself from todays work. a nice hot shower and herbal remedies to put your mind at ease. you were in your more comfortable clothes and rested peacefully with a warm cup in hand in the confinements of your home.

but you heard a knock at the door , you shuffled over in your fuzzy slippers and peeped through the little hole in the wood, feeling safe enough to do so through your locked door. or so you thought.

there stood a man in a mask, hiding his face like a coward. he stood restlessly waiting for you to answer, but you never did.

he slammed against the wood harder, jiggling on the door handle when you didn’t answer the second time.

“open up y/n-ya!”

his voice released the tension that was holding tight on your heart. “shit!! law is that you?? you asshole!” you opened to door to meet his figure, smacking his chest and pulling off the black sack mask he wore to hide his face.

your hits didn’t even phase your tall boyfriend, he just laughed in your face.

“what babe? you scareddddd.” he pulled you inside your apartment.

“i just wanna show those chronically online losers what’s mine.”

what did he mean by that?

he took out him phone and propped it up high on one of your shelves to show the entirety of your bedroom, not quite pressing record yet. he ignored you when you questioned him.

“they were getting too bold in your comments, y/n ya~ ‘i’ll make you do backflips on it’?” he shook his head in disbelief. heat rose to your cheeks as he mocked the people in your comments, you couldn’t meet his eyes.

he laughed again.

“please, they’re speaking as if they could even satisfy my pretty girl~”

he grabbed hold of your chin to force you to look at him.

law knew how to make you squirm, he was embarrassing you on purpose, and he knew you liked it. the way he talked down on your poor choices and belittled you made the ache in your abdomen tremble.

he just wouldn’t let it go.

“such a fucking skank for entertaining those pathetic idiots… you like it don’t you?” his grip on your cheeks fell as he set up to press the little red ‘LIVE’ button.

“praises from touch-starved basement dwellers, want them to fuck you baby? think they could make you cum?”

he faced you with his back towards the camera, ripping back his mask from you and putting it on before turning to the lens and giving it a thumbs up.

“the truth is, you like the attention, huh? let’s just see how badly you want it.”

you pleaded. hoping he would reconsider but there was no sign he was going to change his mind. was this a punishment?

“law, baby wait—”

“nuh-uh, get on the bed y/n-ya… think i can let you talk to those guys like that? your actions have consequences my love, let’s give your fans a show, you’d like that huh?”

you fell to your bed aimlessly, his words coaxing you to follow each command. but really, you did want them to watch how well he fucked you, the idea made the knots in your abdomen tighter than they already were.

before you knew it he was on top of you and between your legs, pulling up your thighs and removing your pants for you. mind already dizzy from adjusting to his fast pace, it was happening too fast, you were whimpering for him.

so rough, and the mask, ugh it did something to you.

his fingers found your clit in seconds, playing with it just barely before slamming fully into you. you yelped.

“law! oh my god!—”

“fuck, that’s it. make noise for them, tell ‘em how good i fuck your tight little holes.”

he held you down as he jackhammered your tight cunt, the sensation of being stretched and then empty again made your head spin. the pleasure making you spew nonsense, the only thing law could understand was just mindless and filthy moans.

“you fuck me so good baby, please, ahh!— keep going!” your hips met his with each quick thrust, smacking sounds and muffled moans filled the speakers of everyone’s phones who was tuned into your stream. you had forgot that was even happening but it made you weak, having your fans watch you squirm from the touch of your crazy boyfriend. you were going to cum, hard.

hundreds, no, thousands of comments fled through the feed.

there were creeps begging for a closer angle and some were disgusted. in the moment, you couldn’t care less what people were saying, you just wanted to feed the hunger growing within your cunt.

law kept up his pace, his thick cock kissing deep in your warmth. “gonna cum for me baby? cream around my cock?”

“uh huh, ahh!— keep… g-going gonna cum-” your fingers clung to the clothes he wore on his back, bracing yourself for the deep contractions that were to come with your orgasm.

“fuck!—gonna fill you baby, make you mine, you’re mine.”

“yes! god, yes!! cum in me law! ‘mmm coming!

he pulled out, smirking under his mask as he did so, you cried out. “babyyyyyyyy p-please… was so close..”

“ass up.” he motioned to do so with his fist closed and his index finger pointing upward.

in his lust filled eyes, you were taking too long. his strong arms latched to both sides of your ass and forcefully flipped you over, pushing your face into the pillows of your messy bed.

“you look so pretty for me baby, gonna fuck you good. okay?” his fingers traced up your ass before plunging them into your sopping cunt. “law! auhhh!—” you whimpered into the pillow, falling apart at the touch of his hands. he swirled his digits around meticulously before taking them back out again.

the tip of his cock slid between your slick folds, coating it with your sweet juices. your walls hugged him perfectly as he filled you back up again. “ya- fuckkk… such a perfect pussy, princess. holdin me so fucking tight, fuck!”

he felt his own high approaching, pre cum spilled within you and his cock throbbed hard. he was at the crash, forcefully stuffing your achy cunt until he heard your cries.

“FUCK iM GONNA C-CUM!”

“wait for me y/n, i’m i’m right fuck. i’m rightt there. shhhiiiiit— ‘m coming baby.. s-scream my name for them.”

you forgot about the audience once again but it was so fucking hot seeing you man get off to fucking you in front of thousands, your fans… you screamed for him.

“laww!! so fucking good!” you fucked back on his hips as he had you bent over, smacking against him as your arousal consumed you—you creamed around his cock, white substance dripped from your stretched hole.

even more poured from your sopping cunt as your man came inside you, moans and whines fled his mouth, your sweet name and many profanities.

you laid there for a moment, completely fucked out, waiting for law to get the towel and run to turn off the camera. once it had stoped recording he came to your side and removed his mask, tenderly kissing your warm skin and cleansing any remaining liquid.

“round two? the cameras off baby.” he kept kissing you, his sweeter side coming through with the absence of the mask. he snickered.

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[miintsprigz]

Hello!! What would Spy, Scout, and Engie be like with a s/o who is startlingly good at voice impressions?

Dang, Anon, kept ya waitin’ long enough?

Thank you for your patience! I hope that this brightens your day.

Gonna do bullet points for this one just because I think it’ll work better. Apologies that this one isn’t as long, this is a really creative prompt! I just didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer. 💚

Mercs With A S/O Who Does Voice Impressions

Characters: Spy, Scout, Engineer (Team Fortress 2)

Warnings: none come to mind

Spy 🥖

•Spy discovered your hidden talent one day when you were asking him if he wanted to accompany you out for a quick grocery store run…on what happened to be a rather rainy day.

• “(Y/N), mon bijou, as much as I love being around you, the rain will—”

• “… ‘ruin the new shoes I just got, and I can’t have this suit getting wet either’.” You’d been working on that one for a while. Spy stared at you, actually slightly slack-jawed.

• “…pardon?” “Didn’t know I could do that, did you?” “…no, no I did not.”

•Honestly? He’s just a little jealous. That was kind of his thing? I dunno, man just wants to be a bit special.

•That being said, as you start implementing this into your talks with him more and more, he finds it to be yet another quality that makes you lovely.

•He’ll tease you at times. “How can I be sure you aren’t an enemy spy?” You laughed at this, resting your hands on his shoulders. “I dunno, do these feel like the hands of an enemy spy?”

•Biting back a laugh, he shakes his head and pulls you closer, dipping you into a kiss. As he draws back, he smirks. “And those feel like the lips of my love…very well. You must be the real one.”

Scout ⚾️

•You actually first utilized this ability of yours as a hail-mary during a fight. Scout was close to bringing the briefcase to safety when the enemy Scout suddenly charged.

•Seeing this, you looked over at Heavy, hoping he would be okay with this. “‘GOOD TIME TO RUN, COWARD!’”, you mimicked. Instinctually, the enemy Scout flinched in terror. Giving yourself just enough time…

• “Heavy! Thanks for the help, man.” “Scout, I was not over there…” “But I heard you right behind me…” The gears in his head visibly turned.

• “Oh! That would be (Y/N). They are very good at that.” Jeremy’s mouth dropped open, only to immediately curve into a huge grin. “(Y/N)…for real??? Do it again!”

• With a proud grin, you obliged. “‘(Y/N) can sound like giant man!’ See?” Scout howled with delighted laughter.

• “Whoa-ho-ho, that’s freakin’ SICK, (Y/N)! Why didn’t you ever show me you could do dat?” “I dunno, it never really came up in conversation.”

•From that point on, he’d ask if you could “do the thing” all the time. You almost always agreed, his reactions were the cutest. He’d actively show it off, with your permission.

• “Yo, my baby here, watch ‘em. …ain’t that cool?!”

•Scout was actually pretty decent at impressions himself (you already know where he got that from), and sometimes the two of you would go back and forth for a while, cracking yourselves up.

•There came a time where you rolled your eyes at one of his requests. That seemed to make him a little nervous.

• “Hey uh…(Y/N)…do you want me to stop askin’ you to do the voices?” “Huh? Oh…I mean, if I’m tired, maybe.” “Arright…I know you’re probably sick of doin’ it, but I just think it’s so cool.”

•You giggled. He looked all lovestruck even now. “I’m glad you think so~” “You really are the coolest, babe, you know that? All around. I’m the luckiest guy in this whole place.” “Awww~”

Engineer ⚙️

•The first time you did this, it was to try and mess with Dell just a little.

• “‘Needa dispenser here!’” “Scout? Where’d you need that dispenser?” “I have no idea whatcha talkin’ about.” “What? But I just heard ya!” “Hardhat, I wasn’t even over there!”

•You only got away with this a few more times before he caught you midway through. His head turned quick enough to see your mouth moving.

•With the way his goggles and hardhat covered up some of the more expressive parts of his face, you couldn’t tell if he was genuinely mad or not. “(Y/N), that’s you doin’ that, ain’t it?”

• “Yeah…” Your face flushed slightly with embarrassment. “…sorry. Got carried away.” Shaking his head, the serious expression began to break somewhat, chuckling. “Ah, no harm no foul, I s’pose. Just uh…not while I’m workin’, maybe?”

•With a smirk, you mimicked him perfectly. “‘Alrighty, partner.’” “Hoo, that really is uncanny, ain’t it? How do you do that?” Holding a finger to your lips, you snickered, and you could tell he was rolling his eyes at you.

•A week or two later, while you were on break, you heard him calling you. “Engie?” Following his voice to his workshop, you looked for him. He was nowhere to be seen in here…but you’d sworn his voice had come from here.

•Looking down, you saw a new machine on his desk. Looking closer, you saw a speaker.

• “Checkmate, darlin’!” With a hearty laugh, Engie leaned in through the doorway. “Okay, you got me…” It was your turn to roll your eyes, but you couldn’t help but laugh.

•The two of you actually would utilize this on the battlefield if you had the energy for it, getting the other team mixed up. Both of you got quite the laugh out of it.

•He never really asked you to do any of that on your own time though.

•One night, he even took you on the side after using that technique. “Hey, (Y/N)…you know I love hearin’ you as yourself more than any of your impressions, right?” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

•Laughing, you rested your head against him. “Yeah, don’t worry, I know.”

• “Alright. Just wanted to make sure.”

[siriusblack-the-third]

Start rant/ Jegulas sucks Wolfstar’s ass /End rant

Incorrect, anon: Jegulus and Wolfstar both suck heteronormative ass. Esp those where they give Regulus all of Sirius' traits (All-Round Badass Motherfucker™) and make Sirius short small stupid whiny omega submissive to tall giant smart aggressive Alpha dominant Remus. Like what the actual fuck is up with that why do you want toxic heteronormativity in a queer ship? Like I don't mind Wolfstar as the ship itself, but the carricatures that they have made of the actual characters?? Hell no. Fuck no. Absofuckinglutely NO. Wbk Canon Sirius wouldn't even consider Remus as a potential partner like come on the man's canonically a coward and as for fanon Remus Sirius would just scoff and tell the man to fuck off

And now on to Jegulus. Keeping aside the fact that James wouldn't even look twice once at Regulus (hello that dude is a literal Voldemort fanboy bro had newspaper clippings on his walls 💀💀); why are y'all so insistent on villainising Lily?? Why do you want Regulus as Harry's parents and why do you bash Lily for it like for what??! I don't mind Lily bashing, but like. Don't use women as a tool for mlm ships ya assholes. Also, in what world would a queer James even look at anyone other than Canon Sirius? AND WHATS WITH THIS "JAMES POTTER HAS A KNIFE KINK" BULLSHIT?! WHY IS IT EVERYWHERE IN THE JEGULUS FANDOM FOR WHAT??? *clears throat* Anyways.

Both these ships would be absolutely fine if the writers stuck to canon characterisations, but they didn't and now I'm angry.

[maybeiwasjustjade]

You read the books with your eyes closed as you bend over backwards to hypocritically belittle (and ignore) Feyre’s trauma and pretend that nesta and Elain had some super special trauma in the trauma Olympics 🙄

It’s transparent. Nesta was so lucky to be turned, she was in love with a fae and willingly chose to put herself at risk when she was turned! She was asking for it, it’s a gift not a sacrifice!!! That’s what you said right lmao

Oh, you’re back.

Stalker are we?

Still too much a coward to come off anon, too. Cute.

I turned the anon ask off and then on without warning, and here you are back again. I don’t write anything on my little blog for days, and yet somehow you knew exactly when anon turned back on?

A little weird don’t ya think? Maybe a little obsessed. Do touch some grass at some point, you’re starting to be a bore. I tire of you.

Lucky to be turned, though? Huh, wasn’t aware being murdered and tortured, nonconsensual bodily modification was a gift *gasp*.

She was asking for it? Now you’re starting to sound like an SA apologist. I never even said Feyre asked for it; I just said it was the only gift the HL’s deemed appropriate for her sacrifice, mind-control ick bitch bat or no. You just can’t read can you? Then again, if you could we wouldn’t be having this conversation again. And again. And again.

At no point had Nesta EVER gave consent to being turned Fae. Nor has she EVER consented to being shackled to Cassian. At no point was being turned ever on the table for Nesta and Elain when they agreed, but Feyre knew death awaited her if she went UtM. Clare Beddor was already dead after all.

Get fucked with your bullshit, you little fucking weirdo. Neither Feyre nor Rhysand are gonna fuck your pathetic ass because they’re not real.

And do us all a favor, and block. I really don’t give a flying fuck over your ridiculous, repetitive slop.

AND FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME, YOU ILLITERATE STALKER: I WASN’T THE ONE THAT COMPARED TRAUMAS. THAT WAS ALL YOU AND YOUR WEIRD VICTIM COMPLEX.

[withacapitalp]

A little transparency

It's been a while since I was regularly updating this blog, and I've missed it so I want to let yall know why and share what changes I'm making

For the last few months I've been receiving a lot of anonymous hate messages. I usually ignore/delete these things because anyone who needs to hide their words behind a screen is a fucking coward and should look at themselves in the mirror and see how ugly they actually are, but it's gotten out of hand. There's now personal information of mine being thrown around by these people whoever they might be. I think the point was to make me feel paranoid, which, it did.

I've tried ignoring it. I've tried to continue just enjoying things the way I did, but that's obviously not working. I've stopped writing as much, I've felt unsafe, it's a lot, and I'm done dealing with it.

Anon is getting turned off and the open invite to Guild is getting shut down, for now at least. If you want to join guild you're welcome to, but you need to message with me first to be vetted to receive an invitation. I feel bad bc I get a lot of lovely anons too, and I adore the new people who come into Guild, but I'm just not willing to have that in my life anymore.

I'm also going to be posting here more again. Whoever's doing this- you don't get to take away something I love. I've blocked you multiple times. Take the hint and fuck off. To everyone else, I love ya and sorry for all this random bullshit I just felt like saying something about it

[soaps-mohawk]

Idk why you're getting so many random anon asks today lmfao, I absolutely adore your work and think you're an amazing writer. Take your time on writing, ik the next chapter will be great when you decide to post❤️ don't let people who can't come off anon to talk shit get ya down

Every so often there's just a day where my askbox becomes a circus. I expected there to be some whiners when I decided to not push myself to post this week for the sake of my mind and sanity (how dare I care about my health and not some random stranger getting their only dopamine hit of the week 🙄). I'm trying not to let some chronically online coward with the grammar and spelling of a ten year old get me down. Hell, I know ten year olds with better spelling and grammar than that anon.

Anon, you're a loser. Get off your phone and go outside. It'll make you feel better.

[anon-e-miss]

More Barbarian AU

“Y’re alright,” Ricochet said, taking Barricade by the arm and guiding him down the hall. “Don’t know what the dumb aft was thinkin’ bringin’ ya here like some kinda prize. If he’d known what was good for ‘m he woulda been on a chip to Kaon.”

“What was that about?” Barricade asked. He was rather calm for a mech that had just watched another get beaten to death; that did not mean he was not likely to be terrified.

“Road Handler, the creep that bought ya betrayed Jazz, betrayed our clan,” Ricochet explained. “He said nothin’ when a mutual friend was bridenapped. A coward ‘n a fool. He outta known Jazz would scrap’m.”

“You didn’t save your friend,” Barricade guessed. “Given his reaction.”

“No,” Ricochet replied. “He died from complications givin’ emergence to my brother’s creations.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Barricade said. Ricochet nodded.

“Y’re brother sold ya?” He asked.

“I didn’t manage to find blackmail on him like the last one,” Barricade replied. “He got rid of me before I could.”

“Blackmail?” Ricochet asked.

“I’m receptive,” Barricade explained. “I’m supposed to be a good little brooder. At my age, I should have had two at least by now but I never fancied that life. My progenitor never found a mech who could handle me and when he died I blackmailed my oldest brother so he would leave me to live how I wanted.”

“What’d ya blackmail ‘m wit?” Ricochet asked.

“He liked getting fragged,” Barricade said. “He had this femme bodyguard and I caught them in berth together with her fragging him and slagtalking him like he was a cheap buymecha. If I’d let that out, his reputation would have been destroyed. He would have had to go into exile for the shame of it.”

“Cause he liked gettin’ spiked?” Ricochet asked, aghast.

“Praxus has rules,” Barricade explained. “Receptives get fragged and contributives frag. Sure lots of mecha switch things up but he was a senator. The scandal would have ruined him.”

“That’s… rough,” Ricochet said.

“Don’t feel sorry for him,” Barricade retorted. “He was a disgusting piece of scrap.”

Ricochet was not sure what to think of the mech walking with him. Blackmailing his brother with his sexuality was pretty horrific, but so was being traded or sold to be a broodcarrier. He thought a bit about what Ori had told him of Jazz’s wet nurse, of the hollowness of his optics from the torture of that life. Barricade was far from hollow; he was full of fire. If his own brother had sold him, there was no sending him back to his kin. That begged the question what to do with the mech? Jazz wanted nothing to do with him and was in no state to be responsible for another mechanism’s life. Given the lengths Barricade had gone through not to end up a broodcarrier, he was not going to be keen to be matched off with some friendly clansmecha. It would not be the same, Polyhexians had far more honour that Praxians and their receptive mechanisms were free to do as they pleased but it would also not be the same, because Barricade was Praxian and no clan would take him along for the sake of it.

“Ori, got some work for ya,” Ricochet called as he walked into the rooms his procreators had claimed, not far from the harem.

“What’ve ya done?” Punch asked, out of side. He turned the corner and saw Ricochet with Barricade. Ricochet held up Barricade’s wrist to show his originator the bangles that had been welded around his wrists. “Now how’d ya come to be in Darkmount?”

“My brother sold me,” Barricade replied. “Some mech designated Road Handler bought me and tried to give me to your Warlord as a present.”

“Rico?” Punch asked.

“Jazz beat’m to a pulp,” Ricochet replied. “Real, real dead that one.”

“Can’t say ‘m sorry,” Punch replied. “After all the time he spent in my camp as a ward, his betrayal hurt the most.”

“His clan might have a snit,” Ricochet said.

“Not if they’re smart,” Punch replied. “Come on o’er. I should have cutters narrow ‘nough to snip those off without nickin’ ya.”

It was quick work, once Ori found the right cutters, and Barricade rubbed his wrists, sighing with relief to have the bangles off. Ori ordered tisane and a tray of fuel, figuring Barricade had not fuelled in a while. Ricochet might have left them to chat but he had said he would see to Barricade and so he kept to his glyph and he fuelled with them as Ori asked his questions and they all got a better understanding on how the Praxian caravans operated. Barricade had worked behind the scenes for his oldest brother and had learned a great deal about the inner workings of the operations, despite never going on one.

“There’s room in the harem,” Punch declared when Ricochet asked where thy ought to put Barricade. “Could be good for Prowl to have another Praxian for company.”

“Prowl is not going to want me anywhere near him,” Barricade interjected.

“Why not?” Punch asked.

“Because my older brother is the one that brought his breeding rights,” Barricade replied. “He’s not going to want his rapist’s kin around him or his creations.”

[zombieefish]

all the long pieces from explosion anons blog, in one post

violence tw

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mortem ab hoste

Her glasses are on the floor.

Goldwyn looks down to the sword peeking out from her stomach. She drops to her knees, sputters of blood coming out from between her lips.

She glances up at the other, who yanks the sword out of her, the slick sound cutting off the silence which was once there.

Ezra gasps as the pain floods her body, the void around her turning into a wave-warp of colours, beginning to hyperventilate. Her body hits the ground with a thunk, and her head smashes against the ground.

Blood continues to leak out of her stomach, like a puddle in the middle of a storm, swirling around her and the perpetrator — connecting them both. Her hand weakly curls into the ground, trying to gasp for air.

She knows that there's no use. Her body is too weak to fight back, too weak to even mutter a word — her vision is fading in and out, and everything is slowly becoming a blur.

Death is going to take her by the hand, she realizes.

She is going to die. Even after turning over herself as a person in this unknown world — fate has caught up to her and her crimes. Her evil.

Her mouth opens to call for someone — anyone, let it be Disc, let it be Green, let it be her wife, but she cannot do so.

The only thing that comes out is gurgling. A sick, filthy gurgle from her throat, making the other scoff.

She tries, and tries, and tries, but all that comes out is the crimson red of her blood, along with the disgustingly loud breathing for any remains of air, beginning to tear up.

"Look at you now. Pathetic — dare I say inferior to me. You had the nerve to call us cowards, yet here you are, on the ground, dying to the hands of me."

She is no longer Explosion Lord.

She is Ezra Goldwyn, lying in her own blood, killed by the hands of someone she once knew.

Her vision turns to nothing but black, and her heart stops — a hand trying to reach out for help. There is nobody to help.

"Farewell, Phantom."

1/3

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i quaeror, eius

Is it possible to change the past?

Parker wonders, staring out his bedroom window, as his head replays the last moments he had with his older sister. Again, and again, and again.

Was there anything she said that he missed?

When he gets the chance, his mind wanders to that day. All they did was go to the arcade, so how? How could she just disappear the next day?

The past is set in stone.

He feels a pair of hands settle on his shoulders, his mother having entered the room, a small smile on her face.

"She'll come back, Cas," Her voice was soft and gentle, pressing a light kiss against her sons cheek.

Even she missed her first born. The house wasn't as lively as it once was with her gone — Parker was much less energetic, making it a litttle quieter.

How can you retrieve something missing?

You cannot reverse time.

His thumb grazes the photo frame in hand, gripping at it tightly. He had so much hope — he yearned to see his sister once more. Even if it was for a second.

It's the smallest of memories that hit them the hardest. Her laugh. The way she told her jokes. Where she hung her jacket up every day. Life seemed so different with these small things gone.

"No matter what, I'll always be your sister, ya hear?" Ezra had once told him after an argument. It rang through his head like an alarm.

Ezra is gone. No matter how many times he wishes and hopes for her return, he needs to learn that she will not come back.

He's not a younger brother anymore. Just an only child.

2/3

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illa redit in forma exspiravit

"Hey.. heeeeeey.. Zeph.." The voice rings through his ears, driving them insane — who the hell is pestering him at a time like this, when he's trying to catch some sleep?

He hadn't been doing much of it.. he'd been up trying to build a useless machine, as usual. Being a weirdo was his speciality, I suppose.

"Zeph. Phyr. Ghooouul… Wake up, man!"

They grunt, sitting up straight and rubbing their eyes with the palm of his hands — wearing floral pyjamas, per usual. I guess he just couldn't let go of the more feminine perceived clothing.

No harm in that.

"Ggh.. what..?" He squinted, seeing nothing at first, before looking next to him, where he saw a see-through, glowing figure with a tail and a HORRID smile.

"Heeeey, Phyr!"

Ezra. Ghost. In front him.

"Fuck."

3/3

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theres probably going to be more.. i think

[chaifootsteps]

Log Anon here

Now, usually when I talk about other anons I act like some sort of god. Case and point that unending search threat. But now, I’ve been inspired to use my shitty writing skills to make lyrics about how much that anon’s song sucked.

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ANON! Let’s start with the fact that this Rapper thought he was a genius.

Sitting there on a chair hoping that Viv would touch their penis.

Man, the whole thing is unreadable, agreeably irredeemable.

I’m filled with laughter that they didn’t think that grammar matter, making it damn unappeasable.

Here’s a lesson, never randomise where capitalise letters, it doesn’t make it better, make sure you fix this error.

Anon coming in here thinking their Chai’s terror, but you’re a joke so just give up the endeavour.

The damn block you wrote makes you a damn dope

As well next time you write keep the swears out or do you need some bloody soap?

Here’s things you should’ve realised before you started to theorise.

Chai speaks about Viv because Anon’s bring it up most of the time.

“to Survive or to live”, yo, Mr Potatohead, that line should’ve been cut in half since they don’t rhyme so I’m charging ya for this lyrical crime.

The irony of bringing up witch when you fail to spell.

The hell Chai getting caught for? Revealing pedophiles and workplace abuse?

I hope you know what you’re doing because hating that has no excuse.

You’re the damn fool, you drooling tool, for getting all blue because someone can live both on and off the wifi.

Honestly your likability is so low that when you visit, all of South Africa cry.

I’m seeing lines so unrefined, so horribly designed, that would make Shakespeare want to die.

I think the real freak is the one posted a mediocre rap to defend a bad show.

Every argument you bring up blows and annoyingly disrupts the flow.

Poor attitude? At least be brave and show your true account if you gonna diss.

You tried your shot at internet fame but too bad that by next month no one will know this exists.

The reason no one leaves the hate is because there’s still people who still need to learn.

Now where’s your next burns, oh wait, you playing favourites this turn?

Aw man, this is weak, you think you’re making them meek, you’re one weird freak.

Rhyming must be tough for a kindengartener, butthey know how to rhyme different words.

The logic you bring for Scienceservant name is worse than the smell of a pile of turds.

I ask the same question, is it worth it to do this when you’re nothing but absurd?

Damn, only a cuck can bother someone while trying to suck off another.

ANON! Why the fuck can’t you write?

You say Chai’s hiding but you are too, coward.

You act like you’re the best when your personality, scent and everything else are soured.

Boy, you’re the ending of Danny Phantom, bad, confusing, and an insult to creation itself.

Now go put on your diaper before you go pee yourself.

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At least this won’t the worst rap on this blog

From the ballpit we come and to the ballpit we will all return.

[kiwi-does-stuff]

I will kill those anon for you they have NO rights talking to ya if they don't even dare show their face and your art style kicks ass

IF THOU THINKS MY MUTUALS ART STYLE IS THAT BAD COME OFF ANON AND SHOW US HOW IT'S DONE COWARD

aaaaaa ty 🥹

[rjalker]

i guess that person just means that ya know people can donate to more than one thing just because someone gives 5$ to ao3 doesnt mean they havent donated to palestine or whatever. people can care about multiple things at once

Shut the fuck up you disgusting fucking coward. Why do you think I just simply don't understand their argument. Their argument is fucking racist shit and so are you for defending them.

If you have the choice between donating $5 to people who are literally being fucking genocided and donating another $5 to a fucking fanfiction website that has made millions of dollars over its fucking goals for years, the answer is not donate $5 to both, it's donate $10 to fucking stop genocide you racist fucking coward.

Get off my blog and do not fucking send me anonymous asks if you're going to defend donating to fucking Archive of Our Own right now when Palestinians are begging the fucking world for help.

If you literally choose to donate money to a fanfiction website instead of helping the victims of a fucking genocide you are a horrible racist fucking person. Especially if you are coming into my inbox on anon like a fucking coward to defend it. And I don't care if you personally haven't donated any money because you are still coming to my inbox to defend this shit!

You can donate to the stupid scam of a fucking fanfiction website which literally goes over its goal by hundreds of thousands of fucking dollars every single time anytime you fucking want. Palestinians are begging for help NOW. If you choose to give your money to the fucking scamming website for shitty fucking racist fanfiction instead of to Palestinians you can go fuck yourself.

And yes, if you fucking choose to donate to Palestinians AND fucking Archive of Our Own you are literally choosing to take away money from Palestinians to give to the fucking scamming website that literally has taken fucking millions of fucking dollars that they never fucking use to improve the fucking site, and that makes you a racist fucking sack of shit.

Fuck you.

Anyone who has $10 they could be sending to victims of genocide and decides that, actually, $5 should go to the scam of a fanfiction website, is a fucking racist.

Another update. The racist fucker has now been blocked and reported.

Anonymous racist shithead said, 12:30PM:

i mean given that this has been happening for 70 years now there really has never been a right time to donate to non-vital causes such as ao3.

[hostilecandle]

Does your kind just complain about everything that isn’t tailored to you ?

Come off anon buddy let's see how tough ya are. Say it with your whole chest. Wanna be an asshole? Don't be a coward too lmao

[henrysglock]

as a victim of CSA, please stop making everything surrounding a ya netflix series have links to r4pe. please. henry isn't a pedophile and these over-analyzed assumptions of yours are really offensive. also if you have experienced what i have that i mentioned i respect it but don't use it to clap back at me. just stop. the series has nothing to do with sexual activity and if everytime a villian which is an adult interacts with a minor sexual activity comes to your mind there is seriously something wrong with you, possession isn't rape and you don't have to sexualise every single series

[blinks]

bro i. it’s the show. it’s literally shown on screen. idk what else to say.

also like…i was not just clapping back. what i did is called “defending myself from baseless accusations”.

Will’s possession is quite literally rape. it’s non-consensual entry into his body and mind. the vines/tentacles were literally rape. they were forced entry into his body. they left offspring behind.

and Will confirms in S4 that all of it was Henry. i really don’t know what to tell you.

and also you could stop being a coward and come off anon while you’re at it.