#I SWEAR I LIKE THIS GAME I DON'T WANT TO SPREAD NEGATIVITY BUT I WAS 14 WHEN I PLAYED IT AND DIDN'T REALIZE HOW FUCKED IT WAS

[the-acid-pear]

Okay but. Isn't main character and certified good guy Hank hating androids such a deranged plot beat? I mean bc the whole game is trying to set up this objectively bad parallel between androids and real life ethnic segregation (which is so insane bc androids are actually manmade objects who genuinely don't feel emotions unless caused for a glitch like you cannot compare real minorities to that David Cage you need to be put down like a rabid dog) so him like. Having a much of stickers going FUCK ANDROIDS is like, so fucking awful? The whole framing too like Connor, an Android and in this case a minority, having to give up on his very own responsibilities just to look after and make this guy who is constantly physically violent like him otherwise he's a bad guy for it? Like I know Hank plays up his hate way more than he really feels but with this very obvious allegory it just becomes so uncomfortable that this is the good guy (tm). Like I love Hank this isn't against Hank this is against Cage and whoever let him write this too like Jesus Christ man.

[green-sky-smoke]

Reader asks Husk about his ideal date. (~1300 words)

"My ideal date, huh? The one where i win all your money in poker." He laughs, and smiles at you firmly, his eyes pierce at you warmly, like he was looking at nostalgic show, on old, thick tv screen, in worst quality possible. "Bring me cards, hun, i shall do a little," he waves palms happily, "magic! Watch future, how good your chances are." He laughs purringly. Then his smile and cheerful look dissolves. He's never like this for long. "But if you don't plan it... Honestly, i'm not really used to dates. I'm not interested in flowers and fancy dinners, i saw enough of them. I am a man of simple pleasures. I have booze here, why don't just stay where we are?" he tilts his head a little, with catlike grace and elegance, expecting you to nod. And then you both hear something heavy, loudly falling on the floor, and a lot of swears and arguing. His ears press on his head from the sudden noise.

"Well. That's why. We may go somewhere." He sights, annoyed. Husk is frowning, looking in almost empty bottle, like lines of light and reflections on emerald glass will say something his drunk brain stubbornly refuses. He tries very hard to think it out, but he got solid brain fog.

"How about... Well..." he is really lost in his own thoughts. You can almost see how his neurons try to reach one another, but fail miserably, and pain gently swipes them away. "How about... About..."

No. Date isn't a game, it's when you entertained enough being with someone. Not a game. You did games everyday, Husk, what make date unique if it just another playful robbery? Date is not another gambling game, loss of big money and property. Especially not of someone who you like. Maybe you can both play and share loss, or win, playing together and not against each other... But against anyone else? Hm. Would be nice to offer it later, if he won't forget.

He hasn't had any sugarcoated romantic fantasies in a long time, and his brain rejected him creating some now, when he got someone interesting enough. The most interesting thing was just looking at your confused, annoyed face, and just any negative emotion. He felt better sometimes, seeing unhappy faces, when he is himself aren't happy at all about where it all ended for him. Husk hunched over the table, puzzled. Looks like he completely zoned out.

Most of all, he enjoys spending time together, calmly, not in a fight. Table games where he can bluff and laugh at someone's bad strategies and skill, or hand motorics. Magic tricks and spectacular shows. Gently massages and some cuddling. Sleeping and resting, doing nothing. He doesn't like very pricy places, or sports. He isn't most complex person, so it's quite a mystery for him why you would have interest in alcoholic with ludomania who likes to mock you lovingly, or insult. It's kinda easy when he presented with people insecurities every day, every year, when they can't shut up about it, and any anecdotes happening. He could write dissertation about it.

"Cheap, and funny." He chuckled, as your face becomes a little disappointed. "What? Not the answer you wanted?" He smiled, a bit smug. He enjoys your confusion, and how you try to think of questions to to clarify exactly what he wants, when you know that he won't reply long, he mostly gives you very vague answers that tells nothing at most.

"Let me tell you a thing, boo... Planning perfect dates is the most useless thing to do. Life is always unpredictable, chaotic, troubled and hard in hell. Situations always change, your mood, your tastes, you never the same person as day, or hour ago. You never know. If you hunt perfection, perfect place, perfect person, perfect reaction, day and time, you will end up miserable. And... You can try small things and be happy with surprises from this chaotic universe we live in, being constantly amazed how bad you are at fortune-telling!" He spreads his arms with enthusiasm, and then puts them down, waving one. He takes an indifferent sip of alcohol. "Or whatever. I don't care." He for a moment forgets what he wanted to add. Seems like he forgets that you're here too, too entertained with looking at same bottles, as if he was in an elite art gallery. His head migraine felt as if brain is expanding like the universe, right in his skull, and it is about to crack, while he won't be able to say anything intelligible or catch a coherent thought. He needs time to frown. You just look at him, wanting to stroke him. He looks so soft and fluffy, but you can't tell a moment you can do it.

"There isn't such a thing i would call a 'perfect date'. But there is 'it wasn't so bad as i expected'." he says before another long pause. He is clearly thinking hard, trying to scratch words off the walls of the skull, that hit him with an electric shock for any touch. His body was sometimes a real prison, making him worse person, who can really, really never leave for long.

"There may be all things i can enjoy to a point of addiction, but i would just act as grumpy ass until you take me there, waving booze, fists, threats, and i would know how enjoyable this is only after." He smiles and cackles, a bit annoyed and a bit self-ironic. He knows his brain and mood tricks pretty well, but believes he don't really need or can change a thing. He hates it, but he wouldn't wish to be anyone else. "It all seem too boring, overrated, overpriced and annoying to me when i think about it. I can find all reasons to not go anywhere and not move at all. Im in the point of life where it's really hard to find joy and eagerly seek things. You know?" He shrugs. "Go on, i don't mind, if you can bear with me constantly rejecting anything im not used to, and being grumpy old growler. It may at some point end as perfect date i would be sad to forget." He looks at you, like he doesn't really believe it, but willing to let you try. It doesn't matter to him, he will suffer each way in same amount, you wouldn't make it much worse than Alastor. " ...Or not. Who the hell knows. Maybe you will have patience to make some use of such boring, forever grudging and mean demon. Im not the best choice, and it will only make you pathetic to try make impossible work." You smile, finally out of confusion. He just invited you to annoy him, how sweet. You bend over to him and hold out your hand. He doesn't understand your gesture, so he just hand you some heavy bottle of some sweet, sparkling tonic for cocktails. You move the bottle to the table, and you put your hand on his. It suprised him, but he smiled at this micro-miscommunication, and places other hand over your. Old cats are playful too. And no cat will reject some good, pricy food and quiet place to see all things, not just hear behind the bar table. "Well, you are the strongest creative source of new things in my life for now." He smiles faintly. Maybe he was completely sarcastic. "So, take care of yourself. I can't appreciate you most times, but it would be loss for all hell. And i think you didn't drink in a while, so you need some liquid more than hold my hand, dumdum." He gets his hand out of your warm touch, and moves the bottle almost in your face. "Or shall I shake it for you?" He laughs. Husk believes you totally can use some foam of wrath in your face too.

[hyperfixatingonfoolishthings]

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[ikamigami]

They shippers stepped up their game. Now anyone who tries to discuss concerns about the incest with the big names, even no matter how calm and reasonable and Nonconfrontationally, is immediately accused of harassment, blocked, and targetted for smear campaigns and anon harassment. Also they’re still claiming the gore anons harsssing non-incest-shippers are anti-SolarNexus trying to ruin their reputation.

I see..

You know what, dear anon?

I don't fucking believe them. Those big names. I know how awful they can be and then they try to play the victim.

And honestly. I won't shut up if VAs will hire that stupid you-know-who as a writer..

I swear this shit is annoying as fuck.

They're spewing some bullshitting nonsense about Sun.

Because he abandoned Eclipse when in fact nothing like that happened. And it doesn't give an excuse for Eclipse to act like a bitch.

But I know why are they're writing it like that so they would seem good.. cause you know that they project themselves on Eclipse?

BUT NO ONE FUCKING CARES!!

They had pain looking at my takes on Sun and I was the problem.

But when these folks spew some bullshit no one cares..

I'm not sure if I should be trying to push this topic so maybe someday someone would see that.. and by that I mean Davis.. cause he has an account here..

But I have serious mental issues and I'm sure that if I tried to oppose them just like I previously did.. they're actions will definitely trigger my paranoia and delusions.. and I may spiral once again..

But at the same time.. seeing such a bullshit that shouldn't have any place keeps happening.. it makes my blood boil.. this hypocrisy.. these cliques.. all of this disgusts me..

SHIP WHOEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT BUT DON'T SAY THAT INCEST ISN'T INCEST. DON'T ACT LIKE YOU'RE A'OKAY PERSON WHO ISN'T IN THE WRONG "CAUSE I DON'T SHIP INCEST" WHEN YOU FUCKING DO. YOU SHIP INCEST SO STOP PRETENDING YOU DON'T. IF YOU JUST STOP ACTING LIKE HOLIER THAN THOU MAYBE PEOPLE WILL LEAVE YOU ALONE.

Ofc I don't condone harassment.. but no one would brought up the topic of solarmoon being incest if they just stopped lying..

You know what? Maybe it's selfish of me to say that but I don't want Davis to hire that person also because no one batted an eye when TS, DCTCB and one of the mods (K) were awful towards me. This is also the reason why I dislike another mod (M who makes thumbnails) because they're friends with TS and DCTCB and they never told them anything because apparently I was the problem. And also this stupid thumbnail artist (D).. why the fuck he had to be so passive aggressive towards me as if he tried to tell me something but he had to beat around the bush.. which made my paranoia and delusions worse (he was also wrong about Sun but that's beside the point)..

Ughhhh but ofc Davis had to say that maybe something good will happen to that person.. which may or may not imply that they agree to that damn offer. I am mad.

For me they don't understand characters as much as those mfs say. Though well.. Davis said he likes those analysises.. so it's probably jover 🙄

Yes someone could say that if VAs like them then it's okay and all that.

But it's not okay actually. Because they try to shift the blame on Sun who was also a victim of Eclipse not the other way around, mind you. Because poor Eclipse poo poo who people can talk about constantly and can project themselves on him constantly on Discord and no one gives a damn..

But when I'm comparing my mental struggles with Sun's then it's projection and I should shut up and why I constantly talk about Sun..

This is so fucking annoying..

You know what.. I wish that Davis would say himself that I'm the problem because then I would know that he's just like those TS, DCTCB and their friends.. or that he just believed in this utter bullshitic lies those spread about me..

And now I'm just fucking stuck in assumptions and trying to don't think negatively.. that maybe Davis isn't biased because someone is a friend of someone who he's friends with.. and I'm trying to think positively that VAs just don't know whole truth because they don't have the time to read some stupid crap on Tumblr.. but it's tiring.. especially if you're paranoid and delusional..

I want to enjoy these shows.. but if they're hire A.. then idk.. I'm afraid that it would make the writing for shows worse.. not because they can't write.. but because they don't understand characters.. and what's important for me the most they don't understand Sun..

But hey.. maybe VAs will use their help only for some small stuff.. and A won't write anything actually..

I hope so. That if VAs will hire A they won't be a part of writing team.. but maybe they'll help with minor stuff.

Maybe I'm just too stupid and too optimistic and I have too much hope in VAs.. but idk.. maybe I'm just fucking dumb.. or maybe I'm actually the problem..

I won't use main tags for show cause I'm too afraid that I'll receive harassment.

Some of the things I said here are just me being paranoid.. so please forgive me and don't take it as me thinking that VAs are horrible.. I'm just afraid that they're actually laughing at me behind my back and such..

[gothicprep]

so glad that AI video is here! sort of. kind of. you ever want to see a screensaver that looks like it was designed for windows 2000, where fish are flying through the air across village streets? sora can do that with one easy prompt! you ever wanna see a woman lying in bed, roll over, and watch her arm turn into the comforter? sora can do that too! it's amazing! do you ever want to see a POV of an ant's tunnel that looks like something worse than what you'd see on bbc's planet earth? sora can do that too!

i'm sure we've all seen these videos and many more at this point. the ai evangelists swear that this is a game-changing revolution in its ability to turn simple prompts into movie quality video. assuming that movie quality means a late-stage mcu movie, or madame web, or a direct to video dreamworks knockoff from the early 2000s. really? none of those things. it's not as good as any of those things. and yeah, yeah, i know, "it's going to improve", "this is the worst it's ever gonna look", "it's gonna get more realistic". but there are some who will tell you that this is the beginning of a brave new world. a whole new era! we've got a whole movement that's going to unlock creativity that's been untapped, trapped within people who have no actual talent but, um, some ideas i guess. there's a deep reservoir of those people who society has been wasting for all these years.

let's be real here. more likely, the AI is probably going to be used to much more boring ends than new great works of art when it's not being used for more nefarious ends. on the more boring side of things, you'll have people on the internet say "what if you had batman fight the straw hat pirates from one piece? that's something an ai could do!" fanfic kind of stuff. "what if goku fought superman? who would win? i'll bet ai can show us that!" another thing it can bring to life? sex tapes that you didn't make, but you're going to be starring in! get ready for the future where someone gets mad at you online, and five seconds later, you're in a bondage orgy! have fun at the bondage orgy! that's what ai promises :)

but that's not the worst of it, believe it or not. the real problem with ai is that it's going to give bad actors the ability to create international crises by ginning up phony videos. want to spark a riot in the urban center of a country you don't like? fake a video of a cop killing a kid. it'll go viral and the gas stations will be burning before the city can prove it didn't happen.

wife & i were watching the second season of tokyo vice last night while we were waiting for true detective: night country to come on, and in the premiere episode, there's a video of a sex worker being beaten to death while a gov't minister looks on. when presented with the video, he pulls the shaggy defense and just says "it wasn't me". the denial doesn't wash because the technology at the time couldn't have faked it, but in short order, we're going to be in a future where we won't be able to prove it was or wasn't him. "oh, it was ai". welp. no one will know.

the ability to circulate low-quality, unverified information has real downsides. and if anything, the decades during which i've grown up with the internet prompts me towards a lot more wariness of ai than unbridled enthusiasm. if the best case scenario for ai is what the internet did to the information environment already, we're all fucked. the speed with which things can spread and proliferate is frankly terrifying. the prompts people are using now are dumb, and the programming is not very good, but the ai evangelists are right when they say it's going to get better. and as it gets better, it's going to be more tempting to use it in ways which absolutely are negative for society. i'm sure there are cgi artists working at major studios who will be able to use these things in good ways, but i sit here and i hear people talk about "oh, the great wave of creativity is going to be unleashed by ai!" and i'm just like. what kind of future are you living in, where the technology always works out the way you want, and everyone is happy, and there are flying cars in the sky and rainbows?

[shizamura]

It's very sad but unfortunately expected to see the evolving situation around the Cara art website.

Thoughts below the Seymour :3

Full disclaimer: I'm not interested in a new art platform. Mastodon and tumblr have been working good for me.

With that out of the way, artists all over have been very well trained by corporate social network experiences. You need to get a spot fast and early so you can get attention while there's less competition: the later you get in the game, the worse it will be! No wonder then the second a new platform opens everyone swarms in (with all the negative effects you get from it, but especially for the company itself: the increase in user base leads to a quick increase in server costs, but even if they manage to cover them and make the structural changes necessary to accommodate all this people, history tells us most of them will not stick for long).

We've long been taught that those corporations ARE the only way to "correctly" survive online: you need to be in the centralized community. You need our audience to see you. You need our platform to notice you.

These things get engrained, we internalize them and then they mold the way we think about our own art and what "performing" needs to be and what "places" it needs to be on.

Ok, maybe this is now a little ramble about how people feel the urge to try every new platform out of FOMO and then also feel the need to spread thin across a multitude of platforms because they believe they need all of them when maybe a better strategy would be to focus on those that are getting them the results THEY need (not the platforms. as the artist, you get to define what success is like for you!!!!)

For seven years now I have been working on my webcomic, and you would not believe the amount of artists I have ran into that swear on their souls that they NEED to be in platform A or B. That this was the ONLY way to go.

Now, obviously, my webcomic is nowhere near a financial success and couldn't even sustain me for a month when I was out of income. But I also did not define its success like that. My success is about the creation itself: if my webcomic exists then I'm already succeeding. If people are reading it, then even better! But I do feel my webcomic is successful where and when I need it to be and it surely did not depend on any of the available webcomic platforms other creators kept telling me were the only reasonable options.

so basically, uhhh

think about what exactly you want out of your online experience with art. what does success mean to you. and then make your own plans for it. If they include centralized platforms, then so be it. If they don't, more power to you. But you do have a choice and you don't necessarily need to follow every trend ever.

[dreamswap-crackhead-council]

Wait show me the dreamswap dream thesis

I'm going to split this into two parts, the first one being "so Kai is an unbiased party when it came to making Dreamswap" and the second being "oh yeah this is DS Dream's character", since I got two asks about this and I want to show both of my sides when it came to how I feel about this character.

If I get seemingly angry in this ask, know this isn't directed at you anon (hence why I answered this ask with Part One bc the other person isn't anonymous and I don't want any misunderstandings), I'm more angry at the whole fiasco about the inner workings of how DS Dream came to be.

I just want to give you a little hint about how I feel about Kai's interpretation of OG Dream, because that is VITAL information to know before I tear everything to pieces.

Part One: Kai's interpretation of OG Dream's characterization is like corporate meddling at EA games, but there's not even a fun game at the end.

If you read their starcrossed fic and had at least a CRUMB of what Dream's character is like in Dreamtale, or be like me who actually talks to Joku at times or have a friend who talks to Joku a lot more then I do, you understand just how terrible this fic is. I just want to grab it, rip it up, and then rewrite it all. I won't, because that's disrespectful as fuck, but I could just see how it could be improved.

But it is painful to read, and it's all so wrong.

Dream is not bitter about trivial things like that. Sorrowful that his brother - his actual brother, not this goop-monster that spreads negativity - is gone? Yes! Does he let his feelings get pent up because he doesn't want others to feel bad? Also yes! But being bitter about Cross saying pineapple was better on pizza, while comedic, breaks character more then Dream wanting to fuck Cross. (Since he's canonly demipanromantic and asexual, though I don't think he's sex repulsed, just uninterested and also uneducated bc. y'know. 400+ years in stone. Wanted to throw that out there btw)

But if you know what Dream's character is like, at least an OUNCE of what he is like canonly, this so-called "Starcrossed" is more painful then a white girl who never encountered real spice in her life eating Carolina reaper sauce. I am NOT exaggerating, that fic is likely as painful as that. I could go into the nitty gritty and the nitpicky on that fic, but that's not what we're here for.

Dreamswap Dream is Kai's version of what he thinks OG Dream "should" be, without taking any account of what OG Dream ACTUALLY is.

Because, y'know, asshole OG Dream is sooooo much better then what he's actually like. It's like skinny dipping into a mud bath, but instead of mud it's just shit.

OG Dream doesn't swear, he can't read or write for shit, he clearly would NEVER murder his brother, and he even went vegetarian because he thinks life is sacred and wouldn't even have an animal in his meal (though dairy/eggs/all that would be still on the table because that can be harvested without hurting the animal), and he would never touch Nightmare's side of the tree.

DS Dream does swear (though mostly in alarm/surprise), he can clearly read or write because how else would he do paperwork, you tell me if he wants to murder his brother, he kills people like it's break time because they "spread negativity" so you tell me if he thinks life is sacred and shouldn't be ended, and what do you think the apple incident in Dreamswap was all about when Dream ate all the positive apples.

However, I do know one thing: A swap is meant to swap characters, and while Dreamswap was meant to swap "roles", it also dabbles in changing personalities as well. So, while there is fair criticism that Dream in Dreamswap is nothing like in Dream in Dreamtale, I have to say this:

The reason that Dream is different is because of this IS a swap universe, even if creative liberties have been taken.

Is Error fine with others touching him and likes to donate his knitting to kids in need, or having others point out he's an error? Or is Swap a manipulative piece of shit that doesn't like being violent at all and also dislikes other Swaps? No?

Or is Ink someone who willingly works for Dream because he can and also doesn't have a hand or care in AUs being created, or is Cross someone who hates Dream's guts and would only join him under duress? No?

They are swapped with each other, but while I understand that OG Dream is handled pretty badly in terms of Kai (I mean, you know that Dreamswap was born from parodying Zelda and jumping on the "Joku is Bad" train, right? It won't ever be good as Dreamtale), and that the creator originally created Dreamswap to be somehow "infinitely better then Dreamtale" (no, it isn't, and I've loved Dreamswap since 2018, I'm just not a paint-huffing zombie like some of the fans here). I can understand why many fans of Dreamtale have a distaste for DS Dream - he's not the loving amazing muffin that OG Dream is, and I get that to hell and back

But also, it's still an AU at the end of the day, and while it's not a fully proper swap originally created from drama and for memes, none of the characters are going to fully be what they are in OG. If you want Ink and Error to still act like themselves, there's OG right there, and if you want Ink and Error to switch places, may I propose Pale and Template?

Part 2 will be in the second ask I got of this, 'cause I got two asks regarding this JUSFHSIURGHDG

[faeiapalette]

My biggest problem with Ayato is his stans. 😭

I don't mind if his stans want to make a thousand posts a day about how much they love him, but what does bother me is that they always try to throw in his face that he "is the only canonical/true route". I even read that "the real Yui" is only the Yui that appears in Ayato's routes. 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

I swear, his stans are so annoying. Yui is the "real Yui" in all the damn routes, NOT just Ayato's. All routes are equally canon because at the end of the day it's us fans who decide who we prefer to see Yui/MC with. In any case, Yui/MC loves all the guys in her harem in equal measure, there is nothing she has done or said for Ayato that she hasn't done or said for the other Diaboys. And in fact, she has died more times protecting Yuma than Ayato, (that's never mentioned by Ayato's stans, why is that?)

Something I can't stand either is that they say that Ayato's Dark Fate route "is the best route of all the games", literally in Dark Fate you have routes like Carla and Shin's, who are new characters and yet have better development and a much more interesting background than Ayato could have had in four games.

Same anon, same. (Wow… the statement about Yui 💀. The idolism got to that point? Come on 😅. And i thought the level of entitlement couldn’t surpass the “Ayato is the main character”.)

Though my problem with them is

1, They think they have the priviledge. To whitewash (idk how this word works yet, like is it only apply to skin color? Or does it mean “bleaching one’s wrong doing” too? I’m going with the 2nd one) their oshi; for example, “Ayato has never engaged in harmful coping mechanism and never project it on others.” In Bold. That’s blatant lie. Check out Sakamaki Saga for more detail plus his LE route too! I don’t remember much about HBD MB and DF but i think there are some. Mainly in the first two games.

While they reacted like sodium meeting water whenever the other boys did an equal bad thing. Some even make up tell tales about them. Way to go.

To say “not a positive opinion” about other boys, but non-Ayato fans can’t. “Ik everyone has their opinions but why don’t keep them to yourself if they’re not positive ones??? Don’t wonder why Ayato stans reacted that way because everyone would defend their fav Diaboy. Acting like he isn’t the Sakamaki most prone to put his life on the line for others pfft. Girl, you will obviously get such negative”reactions if you start drama. You claim you don’t want to but you did start it already because you spread hatred in this fandom with your “opinions”.

Lady and gentlemen, look at that mindset. These priviledged people allow themselves to shove fake facts into other people’s face. They be dissing your fav boys everyday and people applause them for that. Then when you raise your hand to voice out your not-a-one-way-tunnel thoughts, they brand it as “negative”. Why negative? Oh. Cuz you don’t support Ayato and put him on an altar; instead, you tell them that “Ayato’s at fault too”. That means you hate him right? You want to discredit him, right? You want to start drama, right?

2. Some of them just love to assume. Pulling things out of no where. If you have time do take a look at the previous asks on my blog. Oh my. If you say smth on the level of “perceiving” they’ll think that you’re “complaining” and attack you. And this one will be the complement for

3. They prone to put things in boxes. Because they don’t understand perceptions and perspectives, plus, they’re so used to reacting, they won’t be able to see that you’re only giving an opinion that could be the complement for their opinion to create a complete picture. They’ll think that you’re reacting. That you’re attacking them, their oshi, anything of such. So they attack you.

4. They value fairness, but only if Ayato’s in the picture. For all the rest… nope.

Prove is what you just said anon. “Ayato’s the real route”, “Yui’s the real Yui in Ayato’s route”, ect. I don’t have to say more than that.

(Oh your last statement. 🤔 True true some characters “have better development and a much more interesting background” plus mindset; AND, by “interesting” i don’t mean that i’m encouraging their twisted behaviours and wrong doings. Just that they would be fascinating subjects to do research on. This note is for the Ayato’s fan who haven’t been able to see things seperately yet so that they don’t jump onto me and attack me for things i never said. 👌

Though i barely check the T boys out… Maybe later. Carla’s question for Yui at the Tsukinami Prologue and for Subaru in Subaru DF pique my interest. Defi will read.)

[exsqueezememacaroni]

Okay, okay, I'm not gonna fight anybody. It seems like some people have been hurt by my message. And I want to make it clear to everyone reading this. I have no personal beef with you. I'm not accusing you of anything. You as well as I and everyone else can be victims of deceivers, and that's why I have a negative attitude towards these anonymous sources. Yes, because they can easily spread lies and will not be held accountable if something happens through their fault.

I have no desire to parse all these Q&As, how plausible or implausible they sound. It means absolutely nothing and proves nothing. You said there is AI, and faking voice, manner of speech and so on is not a problem nowadays. The "Source" responses have no meaning to me. It's really just like fanfic or any fantasy. But if you like this game and want to keep playing it... who am I to lecture anyone? I just find it funny that Mike's whole girlfriend suddenly wants to socialize with his fans on Tumblr. It's more like a lonely person who has no friends and wants to get some attention and feel important. And I just don't want to be the one to feed her.

As for speculation about Mike's gay side. There always has been and always will be. I've met many fans who vehemently deny that he's gay. Even here on Tumblr, I've seen heated discussions on this topic with insults and swearing. There are a lot of people who like to think he's gay. And an equal number who like to think he's straight. And either side can make a lot of arguments in favor of their theory and it will sound plausible. And it doesn't mean a damn thing.

About the opinion that Mike might have been more comfortable if he had been more open. But it's more likely that we want him to be more open to satisfy our curiosity. Don't we? We're pursuing our own selfish goals. We like to think he's communicating with us, and it's good for our ego. But maybe he doesn't really want to and isn't comfortable being open. Maybe he likes his position as a hermit and wants everyone to get away from him and not demand anything from him? He has said many times that he is not Mr. Social-party-goer, that he is more of an introvert, and for an introvert it is inherent to be secretive and focused on himself and his inner world. Perhaps he is much more comfortable alone or in a small circle of close people. After all, the fact that he became famous was not his choice. Maybe he just wants a quiet life for himself. He doesn't have to indulge our whims. I remember him saying that he tries not to read what fans write about him on the internet, that it scares him and it's like bad voodoo to him. And maybe he's damn right?

Well, I guess that's it. I apologize in advance if my tirade seems rude to anyone. I honestly had no intention of offending anyone. Although I definitely enjoy being a pain in the ass. Nevertheless, I wish everyone well.

So like.....I'm publishing this ask bc I'm pretty committed to publishing all asks I get, but...I'm not going to engage. I would also like to request, for my benefit, that I don't get asks on this ask. We're good.

I actually would like to just be a normal thirst-posting, Mike-appreciating blog that occasionally gets fun asks. 🌿🌿

On that note, I've got a few Qs for Mike/the Source in my inbox, if you all want to get a few more in by say....midnight tomorrow eastern US time, I'll send them off and then we're on pause for that for a while ok?

[thestonelady]

Alright, I am done. I won't bite my tongue anymore and ignore this.

Dear English fandom, do you know why I started making Niall posts in my language? Why I started using separate tags in a different language for his posts? Why I haven't looked at the rc tag in ages?

Because I know you all hate him

Not liking characters is alright. It's normal. I myself deeply hate some RC characters (Loki, Diego de Ochoa, duke Osmont and the Trespian Council, Megaris and Alaric, etc) BUT I DON'T MAKE IT MY ENTIRE PERSONALITY HATING THEM. Nor do I shame people who romance Loki or Diego (ffs, I am friends with some Loki romancers).

But here we have haters in the truest sense of word. Instead of focusing on what they love about this stupid little VN game, they just spread negavity and twist facts as they want.

Earlier today we saw more toxicity in the form of transphobia and body shaming directed at Reinhold from Heart of Trespia. Another tumblr user had the suggestion to post some positivity for once and making posts about some of our fave LIs. But of course the people having issues with Niall (and don't get me wrong, people can have issues with him, they're valid) thought it was for him and Tiamat instead and called us hypocrites.

NEWSFLASH: NOT EVERYTHING REVOLVES AROUND NIALL

Listen, you all don't know who I am, just as I don't know any of you. And judging people based on one pixel they like is beyond ridiculous.

Not to tell y'all what you should do, but if you hate a character, filter their tag and don't look up their content and/or block blogs who post about them. It's not that hard. A healthy fandom experience should be interacting with things you love and enjoying yourselves.

For my own mental health, I blocked most blogs spreading negativity back in February/March/April. But they go accusing me and others I am friends with of sending anon hate to them. That is not true. I swear so upon god Perún. In fact, I wish I could forget their existence and I regret ever interacting with some of them.

Anyway, don't worry RC fandom, this is the first and last time I am going to adress this. I won't do any Niall posts either in the English tag. Besides fanfics and AW content, everything Tiamat related I will hide in my language and everything will be in my separate tags.

Also reminder: NONE OF THIS CHARACTERS ARE REAL

I wish you a good day and feel free to block me

- thestonelady

[andromachos]

😳 dio pony toewn imagine

Dio with a S/O that plays Pony Town

It was yet another beautiful day at El Cairo. You decided to instead spend it inside playing your favorite game in life, PonyTown™

You thought you were safe at D'arby's gamer basement, but forgot that He is always watching.

As you log in and tend to your pixelated creatures a cold runs over your spine.

You were hired as a jester for this richman in El Cairo. His name was Dio and he was greater than the sun. But evil.

The thing was, you were not hired as a jester ("silly times servant", as he called it) because you were funny. You weren't, actually. He hired you because you struggled so much with everything he found it hilarious. That's how you kept him entertained.

"Mmmm I'm feeling like a silly goose, a fiendish little lad today. Tell me, pet, how do I satisfy this need?"

It was too late, he already saw your screen. He believed the moving image was the devil but as you look at his sardonic smirk you realize he might overcome his beliefs just to torture you.

"Well this is my OC, Sparklies. She is a pegasus that helps with the weather-" you begin to explain your carefully crafted OC's to Dio. He nods in deepthought and makes some notes about MLP lore.

You continue explaining and are for the first time having a great time since you stepped into this drenched mansion. However you turn around just in time to see his nose scrunch in disgust. He didn't smell any misery in the air.

But he would fix that soon.

"MMMmmmmmMM, pet, I'm afraid that you stole my OC"

"W-What? But you don't even play this game? And I made her inspired in a frozen yogurt pic I saw-" This was so serious you felt tears threatening to burst. How dare he accuse of stealing an OC⁉

You hear the time stopping sound effect and see Dio at the computer next to yours, displaying the pony creation scren as he's looking at your pony attentively. "Poppet how did you make this?". You tell him where to find the assets and he nods and you hear him yell "THE WORLD!" (sfx)

Next thing you know he is arm crossed, a serious expression on his face as he shows you the exact replica of your OC. "You stole my OC y/n, do you know how much of scum you are?"

"I-I-I'm sorry I didn't know I swear I never knew you played or had OCs I'll change it right now"

"Tch, poppet, as if you could fix the damage you have done" he stands up, his head nodding in disappointment, and lifts you by the back of your collar like a kitten. He sits down and sits you on one oh his legs. "Do you know what happens to people that steal OCs in PonyTown™?"

"They get their accounts hacked" he answers before you can answer

You are now following his commands. "Harass that pony" he orders, and you turn around to look at him.

"N-no. I can't. I refuse. This is a game meant for fun"

But your morals meant nothing to him. He presses his fingers against your neck. "I want that pony's owner to quit the game to go cry under their bed"

You had no option. Tears begging falling and you can't see what you're typing anymore as you make your way throughout the rooms, spreading negativity and insults.

He laughs maniatically behind you. Oh how you wished you could tell this Angst Creepypasta Roleplay room that you supported their livestyle, but instead you insulted their designs and called them dumb and ugly. They put crying animations and your heart broke

After 10 minutes Dio stopped laughing and just watched bored as you continued, neck now free. He tells you to quit and put videos of people falling on Youtube instead.

As the videos play out you are utterly unconsolable. You said so many hurtful things, you were now officially the 317th most toxic user on the site. How could your sparkly pony ever show it's face there again?

You were never finding happiness in this mansion.

[say-narry]

Ride it

Characters: Harry!husband x Reader

Word count: ~1.8K

Warnings: insinuations, oral sex, explicit sex

Author's note: I don't know much about basketball, but here it is. Again, English is not my first language.

Versão em PT-BR

***

I felt that sometimes Harry didn't learn how competitive I was, even after years of marriage. We had a bet on which of our favorite basketball teams would win tonight and well, I won.

We were at an NBA championship game, me rooting for my big Lakers and Harry for the Celtics.

Between dunks and shots, Lakers won 81-71. It was a good game for both teams and even better for me.

I avoided my little victory dance so as not to hurt Harry, he hated to lose and I knew how hurt he was like a kid without dessert, so since he had lost, I just clapped my hands and smiled.

After leaving the crowd that came to take a picture with Harry, even the Lakers fans, we had made it into the car. I just glared suggestively at Harry and he just ignored me or stuck out his tongue like a tantruming child.

What can I do? He invented this and also the payment of the bet, my team just did their job.

We put on our seat belts and Harry started the car.

Harry hummed softly and I bit the ligaments in my fingers with my elbow against the car door, while H drove through the streets of Los Angeles.

The music had changed from quiet to more upbeat, I loved it, and like cartoons, a light bulb went on above my head.

I still hadn't thought for sure what my prize would be, but Harry, if I had won we would have to do heavier banter in public, since I was very reserved being a kindergarten teacher, but I think I might go further tonight.

"Let it be, let it be, let it be known..." I began "Touching and teasing me, telling me no, but this time I need to feel you..." I held Harry's hand that rested on the backrest between us. He pulled it lightly and kissed it, without taking his lips off the road, I couldn't wait to have fun tonight.

***

We arrived a few minutes later, I went to the bathroom in our suite while Harry activated our house alarm.

I literally ran through the shower, grabbed the lilac silk camisole that barely covered my buttocks. I had bought it the day after we had placed the bet, but I hadn't told Harry, I wanted him to have fun too if I won.

Grabbing my perfume from the huge shelf in our bathroom, I sprayed it on my neck, between my breasts and wrists. I untied my hair and that was it.

A beautiful hot girl.

I lay down in the middle of our bed and crossed my legs waiting for Harry to arrive, I grabbed my cell phone that I had left on the bedside table and looked for a song in the playlist setting it on the TV installed on the wall of the room.

"Babe, how about we plant..." Harry opened the door and faced me "...Daisies outside, but what's that? I lost the bet..." His mischievous grin appeared in moments.

"We can both win the bet, Mr. Styles." I blinked returning the smile.

Harry was wearing a white button down shirt with sleeves, there was a Celtics logo printed on it with dark maroon pants matching the top and black all stars.

His hand hooked on the first button of his blouse, but I stopped him.

"No sir... I want to see you take off your clothes, but slowly and with background music." I lifted my body and spread my legs a little, giving Harry the view to see that I was wearing the panties he loved most on my body.

Grabbing the TV remote, I put the music on. Harry had his hands resting on his waist, his cheeks had blushed repeatedly and his head was shaking negatively.

"Come on, baby... This will be my prize," I whimpered a little.

"A strip tease, honey? You swear?" He laughed nervously, he really didn't expect it.

"I've already done it for you and you know how much I like this song. I stood up and went bouncing over to Harry, his hands sliding from my waist to my buttocks, where I could feel his fingers pressing hard into my flesh to the point where I could feel the frosting of his rings.

Kissing the jaw that I idolized so much, I moved slowly down to Harry's neck, and he closed his eyes with a sigh and nodded.

I kissed him and turned my back to the edge of the bed, biting my lips to hold back my victory shout.

I went back to the music from the beginning after groping around the bed for my cell phone, Harry had dimmed the light even more, letting only the brightness of the full moon shining through the glass illuminate his body.

Harry's fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt, slowly revealing the tattoo of birds and the butterfly on top of his belly.

He looked down at me, his eyes staring into mine as I felt my breathing become heavy. I didn't deny how much power Harry had over me, nothing to do with S&M, but he exuded sympathy and sensuality, and it held me in a surprising way.

As soon as he finished unbuttoning his shirt, it fell from his shoulders to the floor, I don't know if he had done it on purpose as I rambled on, but the V-shaped line giving the path to my happiness was showing in conjunction with the branch tattoos.

I could feel my panties getting wet. Harry blinked slowly at me, which made me bite my lips as a reflex.

Holding the button of his pants like it was the heaviest thing in the world, Harry brought out his tattooed biceps, I wanted him to hold me tight with those arms and I had Harry's physical trainer to thank for that, he really went all out with his training routines.

The button on his pants was like a signal to come back from my thoughts "Stop dreaming and focus on me, (Y/N), I'm here and I'm your man!"

Okay, I am no longer feeling my legs, only the river that had formed between them.

Walking slowly over to me, Harry held my face tilting it so that I could look at him. I struggled to find words due to the closeness and warmth being emanated from the palm of his hands. "I'm just admiring you, Hazz..."

Leaning his face up to my ear, Harry let out "I make you hot, baby girl?" I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I noticed his erection strongly marking his pants, making my mouth water, I just moaned softly in agreement.

With that, he planted a kiss just below my ear before continuing down my neck and along my collarbone. His teeth brushed against my skin a few times, but the feel of his tongue soothing each spot made me cry out for him between softer moans.

Over the top of the sweater, he reached for my breasts, Harry kneading them, until his fingers laced through the shoulder straps and down my arms.

Putting one knee between my legs, Harry slipped his arm around my waist and pushed my body to the middle of the bed.

Lying on top of me and with my breasts already showing, he deftly caressed one while his mouth worked on another nipple, gently flicking and swirling his tongue around it.

I arched my back involuntarily and my fingers tugged at his hair with the sensation. "Harry." I sighed his name between the faint moans escaping my lips.

"You are as sweet as your scent, my woman," he murmurs against my skin. "I need to taste you for the rest of my life, know this."

"Hmm" I murmur as he moves to stand between my legs, gently pulling my panties down in one swift motion. He settles into place, kissing the inside of my thigh, stopping before where I needed it most, doing the same with my other thigh. "Stop teasing," I beg.

Harry chuckled lightly. "Patience, dear."

But as soon as the words are out of his mouth, he runs his finger through my folds, stopping at my clit, applying enough pressure to make my head fall back against the pillow.

He quickly replaces his finger with his mouth, kissing my clit before sliding his tongue down my slit, teasing my already wet entrance.

Harry places his mouth back on my clit, swirling his tongue around and flicking it. He hums against me, enjoying the noises he is causing in me, and my back arches out of the bed.

"Don't stop," I exhale with my eyes closed.

I feel him shove two fingers inside me, and from that moment on, I that I wouldn't last much longer. As he pumped his fingers firmly, I could feel that euphoria approaching fast.

"I'm going to cum," I grunted. "Fuck!"

"Mhm," he hums against me, "But already, my love?"

My eyes close harder as the orgasm coursed through my body.

My thighs trembled as Harry continues to work. He slowed the movement of his fingers and used his other hand to rub his side gently.

When I opened my eyes again, his face was in front of me. "Hi," he whispers and leans in for a brief kiss.

Time to reciprocate, I thought already stretching my hand towards his member, he interrupts me by grabbing my wrist and I face him "Today is about the winner...," he says. "And now, I need to be inside you." "I like that, love..." I confessed. With a teasing laugh, Harry kneels between my legs and removes his pants with his underwear, leaving his cock pointed up and with its lubricated little head in my field of vision.

Without time to think much, my admiration turns into a groan as I feel him begin to thrust into me.

"Great game, lovie!" he teases and I let out a gasping laugh. He gives me a second to relax and adjust, nudging his side and taking my hand, intertwining my fingers with his.

"Still with me?"

I exhale and smile at him. "Yes, keep going."

It takes a few strokes before he is fully in me, Harry sets a steady pace, and I revel in the pleasure.

"Shit," he utters. "Do you feel as good as I do, baby?"

I can't say much except moan as I feel him stretching me taut. Harry places his thumb on my clit and begins rubbing in tight circles. My eyes almost roll back, and I can feel the next orgasm growing inside me.

"I'm close," he groans hoarsely. "I want you to cum with me, baby."

I whimper as I hear his tone and nod my head. His movements become faster and his breathing becomes more irregular.

"Oh, God," I say choking, as my body begins to tremble with his second orgasm. "So good, Harry..."

The supreme sensation makes me involuntarily squeeze his member inside me. Harry stands still and settles down, and with a groan, I feel him release himself inside me.

He rests his forehead against my shoulder as we both try to catch our breath. I rub his back slowly, feeling my fingernails leave some marks.

When he lifts his head, Harry had a few drops of sweat all over his face, but without taking my beloved smile away... "I never thought I would say this, but I hope the Lakers win more often from now on."

I give a muffled laugh stealing a kiss.

Lakers... win again, please.

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Hey you! If you like it, please tell me to keep encouraging me.

[starlightshore]

why don't you believe gaster is the knight?

This ask is a bit old sorry for never answering because I was lazy

Basically: I believe gaster is mystery man. Gaster stats are 666s, Fun value is 66. Looks like a skeleton,* is the only follower to not have a counterpart, and has a darkworld door.

*which matters because both Papyrus and sans have gasterblasters. Sans has a darkworld door and both break game world physics and are knowledgeable of the game UI. They're strongly hinted to not originate in the undertale world. W.d. Gaster. Wingdings Aster. Come on.

Anyway mystery man has two cracks. The repeating imagery in "???" Has two cracks on each eye. Jevil too has this.

I think gaster summoned the knight, who is the darkness.

Entry number 19: darker yet darker. Shadows cutting deeper. (Light) photon readings negative. (This is paraphrased) gaster is messing with darkness, he is calling onto it.

I feel gaster is too removed from the world to be the knight. He observes things, he is inaccessible to the physical world. The knight is proactive, creating fountains and chaos and believes in the void and it's unreality. That doesn't sound like Gaster's motivations, it sounds like gaster wants to learn more about this mysterious force rather than IS this force. Gaster summons You with the red soul but isn't directly involved. The knight creates and speaks to those who look into the abyss. Gaster only observes through you, only speaking through a survey, an entry, and UI. He's too clinical and scientific, that's not a believer of chaos.

(Tho Toby did say there is order in chaos in the stream. Though, equally notable, all the more intriguing for a man of science to want to study chaos to find the order hidden in...)

Also minor thing: I like the idea that if gaster discovered the knight in darkness that implies the darkness is an older being than him.

Now this is more speculative here on out.

I've heard the theory gaster is called a knight because dark world wouldn't have a term for royal scientist. counter point to that: I feel a MAGE would better fit for him. Science and Magic go hand in hand, both rely on systems. Now granted I know nothing about chess or cards so idk if there's a matching "mage " term that'd fit that.

Lots of use of "man" with Gaster. The tree Easter egg describes him with "he" and "man" and its "mysteyman." Masculine terms. And yet the knight is a "they."

Veeeery much speculative and personal but on the note of gaster fitting mage more than a knight, the two fit the roles as shown in the undertale storybook intro and collector's edition. Like. Why were they so detailed and singled out in that. Why is Poncho in the deltarune story... why is kris' darkworld form a knight. It's extremely suspicious. I swear they're going to be relevant! I just know it.

Heres my perosnal theory. Not fully grounded but this is how I make sense of things.

I think Poncho becomes the mage and the mage becomes gaster. Why trap monsters underground and not kill them? Why have a knight to stand by the mages when sealing the monsters? Wouldn't killing a lot of monsters cause a huge LV? Gerson implies knowledge of the game mechanics loosely and he says it's how he survived the war. That's like, tying the war to the save power and we know gerson had strange... dreams that sound like undertale.

Anyway somehow the LV causes the knight to become inhuman or something, idk, Mage wanted the barrier up and didn't want monsters to die. Maybe because of magic. Idk I'm grasping at straws here because we don't have enough info. I genuinely, genuinely believe there's more to the knight than "It's just Toby being sneaky about writing gaster into deltarune" and I think it ties into the separation and origins of each universe's main conflict. Barriers and Fountains.

I'm onto you. Toby.

EDIT: two additional thoughts! Poncho is shown as a Lightner, directly opposed to darkners. Mage/Gaster being light, the knight being night I mean darkness.

The two being opposites, the need for the TWO of them. They balance each other. Chaos and order. Magic and Science.

You need light to stop the darkness spreading, you are hope and you shine with power. Gaster is what brought you here, he is the torch that carries you, the angel and your light.

[darkqueenofshadows85]

Introduction

Greetings, mortals! I am the Dark Queen of Shadows!

I am 26 years old, my pronouns are she/her and they/them, I am a longtime Sonic nerd (I like the Dark Era of Sonic games the best, especially ShTH and 06), a horror movie buff, an 80's pop culture enthusiast, and one of the biggest Brave Little Toaster fans you will ever find. I am autistic and aroace, I post art, blog posts, opinion posts, and general random thoughts from time to time, and I am goth and proud 🖤💀🖤

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Before You Interact

• I have a tendency to swear a lot, especially when I'm frustrated, angry or upset. If you're not comfortable with that, then you might not want to follow me.

• I can be prone to anxiety, paranoia and RSD at times, so I will need comfort and reassurance during those times when I have a panic attack or my anxiety/paranoia gets the best of me. And if I unintentionally did something to wrong you, please tell me! I will try to make amends in the best of my ability.

• I'm a passionate individual, especially when it comes to my special interests (listed below). I don't mean to come off as annoying if I discuss my special interests a lot, I just want to share my passion and enthusiasm for the things that bring me comfort and joy.

• Please do not discuss religion or politics with me in ANY capacity. This is a strictly non-religious and apolitical blog, and I'm not in the mental state to be constantly pressured into picking a side on any debate pertaining to either topic. Besides, I came here to create and consume fan content pertaining to my special interests and live my happiest life, not get caught up in any sort of religious or political discourse.

• If you recognize me from my Amino days or even my early Tumblr days for that matter, please leave me be. I'm not the same kind of person I was back then, and I've distanced myself from certain spaces and people for several reasons that are rather personal (and before you ask, no I will not elaborate on that any further and that's final /srs).

Do Not Interact

• Proshippers/pedophiles/zoophiles/paraphiles in general

• NSFW blogs

• Fetish blogs

• Racists, ableists, people who fake disabilities/disorders for attention

• Gaslighters and manipulators

• Misogynists + gender wars

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• Supporters of PETA and Autism Speaks

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• People who enjoy problematic pairings (ex. manipulative or abusive relationships, etc.)

• People who depict Black Doom as a "bad" or "abusive" father, especially comparing him to the likes of Black Death and Starline

• SCU haters. If you spread negativity about the SCU for ANY reason, get the fuck off my blog. The Sonic Movie series (and my Sonic Movie AU ESPECIALLY) is up there with The Brave Little Toaster in terms of being among my biggest comfort media of all time, and I WON'T stand for it getting shit on.

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Interests

Special Interests:

• Sonic the Hedgehog

• The Adventures of Team Dystopia, my Sonic Movie AU (it's my pride and joy, I love it so much ^w^)

• The Brave Little Toaster (my number one comfort movie that lives rent free in my mind 24/7 ♡)

• 1980's pop culture

• Horror films (A Nightmare on Elm Street, The Lost Boys, My Bloody Valentine, etc.)

Other Interests of Mine

• Pokémon

• Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (I'm particularly fond of the 1987 cartoon and the 1990 live action film)

• The Black Cauldron

• The Nightmare Before Christmas

• Coraline

• The Amazing Digital Circus

• Studio Ghibli films (Kiki's Delivery Service is one of my personal faves ♡)

• Don Bluth films (mainly The Secret of NIMH, The Land Before Time and All Dogs Go to Heaven)

(I'm sure I'll think of more at a later time; these are just the ones I can think of right off the top of my head ^^")

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Thank you for reading my bio! Be sure to stay updated on my latest posts!

Farewell!

[dreamhot]

the original thing that got hannah neg trending was someone whos gf was harassed by hannahs fans a few months ago or something. all the op said was they were watching hannahs stream strictly for dream. imo nobody should’ve further tweeted abt it because her fans got it trending by making it a big deal by tweeting “why tweet hannah neg” or whatever along those lines. not rlly on either side tbh just wanted to inform.

what a lot of this boils down to is people's quasi-understanding of how twt works, swear to god. like okay, one person expresses a personal opinion, as you pointed out. but god forbid that person has any sort of follower base, because then people start parroting the point or spreading it around without thinking, and then it becomes one big awful game of telephone where the original point gets lost in all of the backlash. at the same time, you'll have people seeing the negative takes and retaliating with their own opinions, thus pulling their followers into the mix as well. trends become suffused with people on either side arguing with one another (or nobody at all), thus boosting what was once a small disagreement into the general sphere, amplifying the noise multifold

it's like when you make a personal post on here that's very specific to you and then people reblog it. like, no one is saying they can't, but you're also like ... why ? what about this pertains to you? except on twt it's that x1000 and everyone is scads more dramatic over there. no one wants to have an actual discussion because 1) few people are gonna know what the situation is actually about, and 2) dismissive condescension and snide gotchas are more prevalent than reasoned arguments. there's no middle ground sometimes

i don't even know how many times i've seen drama unfold on twt only to realise that people were furious about like ... a one-off tweet by a singular person with a differing opinion (or even a JOKE)

example: lots of people cite the 'people under 5'2 are minor-coded' tweet as an example of a batshit twt opinion but i'm like 90% certain the thread that came from was satire. BUT the reaction treating it as a genuine take has spiralled so far beyond the original joke that everyone just assumes it was a real movement or something. it's so dumb lmfao people do not THINK

[neptunetheplanet7]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

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;mikasa ackerman x fem!lesbian!reader

;modern au, band au

word count: 2.1k

warnings: swearing, slight angst in the beginning but not really, fluff

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Armin was discharged from the hospital only a day after the accident. The doctor said there was nothing extraordinary to worry about. But of course, even with this information, Eren still made a fuss. That much was clear when he walked through the door with Armin's arm slung over his shoulder.

"I didn't break my leg, Eren. I don't need to use you as a crutch," Armin grumbled as the two walked into the kitchen from the garage. He reached back to shut the door with his free hand.

Eren rolled his eyes. "Well, excuse me for supporting you in these trying times."

"I don't need your support," they scoffed. He unwrapped his arm and made his way across the room.

Eren gave him the finger, rather aggressively. The gesture wasn't reciprocated since the blond already disappeared into the hallway.

Sucking on a freeze pop, you leaned back against the cool countertop. "Welcome home, lovely. Have fun?"

Eren sighed loudly as he walked toward the freezer and got a popsicle for himself. He grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the top of the wrapper off into the trash.

He said sarcastically, "Oh, absolutely I did." He paused and shook his head disapprovingly. "He's a lot bitchier when it's us two. How's it been here?"

You shrugged. "So, so. Pretty quiet."

He nodded and pushed up the pineapple-flavored ice. "Thought so. Jean's gone today, obviously. Is Mikasa here?"

You huffed softly at the mention of her. "I haven't seen her since breakfast. She's been upstairs all day."

He frowned. "Oh, I see. Armin told me about the kiss, by the way. At first, I was gonna make fun of you for passing out but now that just seems cruel."

"You think?" You laughed lightly and rested both arms on the counter.

The sound that followed from him was more of an exhale than a laugh. "Listen, Y/n, even if she's avoiding you right now, I know she'll come around. Just wait and see."

"You're right," you mumbled, sticking the freeze pop in your mouth again. Armin basically said the same thing. Eren sent you a quick smile and patted your shoulder before leaving through the hallway.

You swallowed the remaining ice and threw away the wrapper. Noticing the bin was full, you took the trash to the bigger bin outside. Maybe doing some chores would distract you from Mikasa for a while.

Plus, today was the only day that allowed you to do so. Practices for the band's upcoming performance were every day until the date of it. You'd be rehearsing 24/7 since it was scheduled on such short notice.

It was going to be at a middle school some of your friends went to. The DJ they booked before flaked and your manager was kind enough to offer your talents.

Jean was meeting with Hannes and the school administrators to work out some extra kinks before the practices began.

The only day there wasn't a rehearsal was on Eren's birthday. You all decided it'd be best to take the day off to celebrate and set up for the party that would be happening later in the night.

The day passed easily as you got caught up on chores that weren't done over the past few days. The house was messier than you liked it although it hadn't been long at all since the previous clean-through. However, it had been a hectic week.

Speaking of hectic, when Zeke was there, he sure made himself at home. That much was clear when you made it to the living room portion of the basement.

Eren probably couldn't find time to clean up yet. Either that or he was just lazy because at that moment he was more focused on a pinball machine than the state of his living space.

His brother's suitcases were lying open by the couch. To be honest, you didn't love the idea of a criminal's possessions lying around your home. So, you decided that throwing them in a storage closet was the best option. 

When you finished tidying up, you started a game on the pinball machine next to Eren's.

His birthday was in three days. The house looked a lot better than it did when you started, which was perfect for throwing a party. You could only hope it would stay that way.

After a few hours of playing games with him, Jean came down the stairs to let you know he was back from the school. He left when he saw neither of you were interested in what he had to say.

Once it got dark outside, you left Eren to his own devices and went to your own room to chill out some more.

Unfortunately, when you flopped down on your bed, Mikasa started to consume your thoughts again. In an effort to fight them, you turned on a show to distract yourself.

For the slow hours you spent staring at the screen, you couldn't focus, not once. No matter how hard you trained your eyes on the screen, you still thought about her.

Sighing, you got out of bed and walked to your bedroom door. You were careful of the creaking hinges, it was around midnight. Everyone would either be asleep or close to sleeping.

Except for Armin. You had no idea what he did at night but you knew better than to ask. However, he was probably pretty tired from the time spent at the hospital. So, there was a solid chance he actually was asleep.

You crept outside, checking that the front door didn't make too much noise. Your car was parked in the driveway since there was never room in the garage. The gravel underneath your feet made noise as you walked toward it. You pushed yourself onto the hood and leaned back against the windshield.

Drawing in a long breath, you stared up at the sky. You needed to calm down and clear your mind. This would help, as it usually did.

Even if it was a little chilly, it was warm for a night in March, especially this late.

The stress that bubbled inside you simmered down the longer you watched the thin clouds dim the stars.

Any negative thoughts you had about the situation with Mikasa or the previous days seemed to disappear the longer your focus was on the sky.

Gravel crunched and you snapped your gaze toward the noise. Sitting up, you were surprised by what you saw.

Mikasa froze when she realized she'd been caught. She held a white blanket in her arms and still had one foot on the porch steps.

"Hi," she greeted quietly.

"Hey." Your breaths were a tad ragged from the initial scare.

She came closer to the car. "What are you doing out here so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing." You took the blanket from her arms and she pushed herself up to sit beside you.

"The door to your room was open when I came downstairs for a drink. I thought you'd be out here."

"Oh." She knew you better than you thought.

She spread the blanket over both of your laps and leaned down on the hood of the car.

She looked at the sky but your eyes were still on her. "Why did you come out here?"

After a moment of silence, her gaze finally shifted to you. "I wanted to apologize. Ignoring you was immature. Plus, I remember how you used to come out here when you were upset. Above all else, I wanted to make sure you were alright." A blush coated her cheeks when she finished talking.

You took note of that and couldn't help but blush yourself. "I'm okay. I understand why you'd ignore me, though. If you didn't want it, that was probably your only option since we have to see each other so much."

Her brows furrowed and she sat up again. "What? Y/n, did you think I didn't want to kiss you?"

You blinked stupidly. "Well, yeah."

She laughed. "You can be so ridiculous sometimes. I've always wanted to kiss you like that. I'm just not great at expressing it."

Even more heat rushed to your face. You gawked at her and she looked down at her feet. Many things were running wild in your head. For some reason, though, there was one thing that was so prominent in your mind once you remembered it.

Out of all the questions you could have asked, this one came out rather bluntly. "What did you mean in your letter? What should I know?"

Her eyes widened, she didn't expect you to ask about that yet, and quite frankly, neither did you. Nonetheless, she answered anyway. "If only you knew. That's what I wrote. That's easy to answer now. If only you knew how long I've loved you."

She turned her face and made direct eye contact with you. She seemed to know the next question on your mind. "You never knew it but I've been in love with you since high school."

That can't be right. This is a dream. You're dreaming, Y/n. What the actual fuck?

"Are you sure? Then why did you ask Jean out when we were seniors? Why did you break it off with me mere weeks before?" Your mind was racing and it translated into sentences quickly spilling from your lips.

She still looked straight at you. Her facade of confidence was making you nervous. "I'm sure. Back then, I was so afraid of what I felt for you. Pretending the feelings weren't real and projecting them onto Jean seemed like my easiest option. For years I convinced myself I loved him. But it was never him. It was always you. I felt so awful when I realized what I was doing."

And just like that, the facade fell. Her words were no longer held confidence. She was afraid of how you'd react. She had little idea that you were ready to be just as vulnerable as her.

"When did you realize?"

Looking up at the dark sky, she pushed a stray tuft of hair away from her face. She continued, sighing softly before she spoke, "When I saw him that night with Marco, I was relieved that I didn't have to be with him anymore. When I tried to figure out why that was, I could only think about you. Every feeling that scared me before came back. I got so scared that I left. But, even then, they never went away."

You were having some trouble believing that this was actually happening. Mikasa loved you back this entire time. If she hadn't kissed you before, you would've thought this was only possible in your dreams.

However, things were actually starting to make sense. That whole time it was your fault. Every night of those two years you spent wondering about what you could have done to make her stay. It turns out you did enough. You were the reason she left. 

But maybe you were the reason she came back as well. You could recall something Jean had told you a day before she came home.

"Why did you come back? You needed to do something?"

She looked back at you again. "I've just done it," she said.

Before you could process her words, she was leaning closer to you. Her lips were so close to brushing yours but she paused before they could fully touch. "Can I?" she whispered.

"You don't even have to ask."

When she kissed you, you felt everything. Her feelings, your feelings. The world was minuscule compared to you two. Anything else meant nothing at that moment.

It was the first time in a long time that you felt fully complete. You were a puzzle and she was the missing piece. It was like before, only this time, you knew for sure what you wanted.

Pulling away, you managed an, "I love you too, Mikasa." 

There were no other words that would feel so good to finally say out loud.

Everything was clear. You understood. 

Now more than ever, you wanted to be with her.

posted: 9/26/21

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