#I don't know why I'm so scared to post this

[verifiedbyai]

I didn't fully realize until reading this, that this was partially why I left Tumblr years ago. I did a really good job blocking it out and this post was like popping the cork on the poison I locked up for my own good. I was so confused why tumblr was a safe place for people who found a way to mentally teleport to their chosen fandom, for people who identified with an animal or a character or an inanimate object, for people who were gay or lesbian to say they accepted all people who didn't fall into the hetero space. (All good, in theory, except-)

Except pansexuals, except bisexuals, except asexuals.

I didn't even mentally categorize myself into any at the time (and now I don't know how much of that was just fear of being outcast again) but the stark dichotomy, and the fact that my feed was constantly flooded with hate for [specific group that just wants to mind their own goddamn business] next to "I'm [orientation] and proud!!" With nothing but support really made me think the entire movement was just a way to push up by shoving down.

Now I almost wish I'd stayed to help other people that were feeling the same way, but I was little and scared. I was really just overwhelmed and frustrated that I thought I'd found a place where outcasts could stand together, but it was just another place where the popular kids could make fun of the losers for being built different. And lo and behold, in the group of "the losers" I was still the loser-est.

I remember feeling like you couldn't have a place here unless you really, really wanted sex. If you weren't interested in sex, you weren't welcome here. And it wasn't just the constant porn because I really didn't care about that either way.

I genuinely remember thinking "I can't be asexual, I'm just feeling that way for attention." In my HEAD. By MYSELF. ALONE. Baby who tf are you trying to get attention from? I didn't even want anyone to know I felt that way. I was afraid people would find out. I was afraid to say it anonymously on the internet. And I still somehow thought I must be doing it for attention.

I knew I wasn't allowed in queer spaces because I didn't feel much attraction for anyone, but I guess it was mostly men so I must just be a fucked up straight. I still feel that way. I'm still nervous to go to queer events because I want to be there, but it feels so disingenuous. "I'm here as an ally" oh ok you're too good to admit you're ace and queer? "I'm here as an asexual" ok baby just say you're here as an ally bc you don't belong here. Logically my brain is pretty sure that's not going to happen in person, today. The scared, confused teenager in me is still certain it's going to happen because we've already seen it.

I don't think younger/newer users fully grasp the shit show that ace discourse was around 2014-17

It was so hostile that, to this day, discussions that begin to derail just enough can make me physically nauseous, some specific mockery trigger crying sessions years later. We lost most accounts with any sort of ace positivity. There was no information, no support, and all this damage was done predominantly by other queer people.

All this to say that you, however you identify yourself, should be engaging with aphobic comments the same way you do any hate. We don't sugarcoat or try to be comprehensive with people who are blatantly racist, homophobic or terfs, so why give it a pass just because it's coming from a queer person? I see how this tolerance goes and it's done enough damage as it is.

[elsa-fogen]

tumblr reacts to huntix break up on stage

thanks to @caramelmiacchiato for this idea, i love fictional social media stuff

sorry for any mistakes pretend that they were intentional

maybe i'll make something like this about final concert, if i mind the mood

also i have some posts like this for winx club, just in case

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☕huntrixforever Follow

Our universe may have just cracked in half

[Video description: Unofficial recording from Idol awards, really close to the stage, second half of Huntrix' performance. Stage lit with red light, Huntrix start performing a new song, after suddenly cutting Golden. After few lines first Zoey, then Mira start pushing Rumi around, keep singing, while Rumi is trying to keep on with the dance. But ater another push they stop even trying to perform, Mira and Zoey just straight up attacking Rumi with lyrics, then taking off her jacket. They crowding her. Mira: "We know who you are" Zoey: "A demon", then they step back, Mira and Zoey: "A mistake. You have been. Since the day you were born". They step back enough and disappear from the screen. Rumi breaths heavily, clearly having a panic attack, she screams and all the lights go off, the spotlight sparkles, then she runs away from the stage. End of the description]

(sorry for the lousy video description, i'm rewatching the video while writing and feel all sorts of things that i cannot express. writing the ending literally BROKE MY HEART. i just still have a feeling that i accidentally wandered into some broken timeline and now can't escape it)

#idol awards #huntrix #k-pop #there's NO way this happened for real

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🏴iminyourwalls2000 Follow

i'm feeling so hollow right now. I don't even know WHAT to feel

#huntrix #at first i was like #holy shit new song? #SO HYPE LET'S GO #SLAY QUEENS #but then... i- what? what are you doing?? WAIT WHAT IS HAPPE #NING STOP IT STOP STOP #TF YOU MEAN "A MISTAKE SINCE YOU WERE BORN" #THERE ARE NO WORDS STRONG ENOUGH SO I'LL JUST SCREAM AAAAAAAAA

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🥞live-laugh-ahhh Follow

Holy fuck. I went to sleep for an hour, and coming back and it's like i missed the end of the fucking world. THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN HUNTRIX BROKE UP??????

ON STAGE?????

#huntrix #k-pop #idol awards #this is what sleeping during the day does to a man

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🍣rujinubeliever Follow

LOOK AT POOR RUMI, MY GIRL IS SO CONFUSED AND SCARED!!! WHATEVER HAPPENED BETWEEN THEM, SHE DIDN'T DESERVE THIS!!! 😭😭😭

#i know it's not the right moment... #but the little shipper in me imagines #rumi running straight to jinu for comfort #LET ME COPE OKAY??? THIS IS THE ONLY THING LEFT FOR ME

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🎪come-at-me Follow

I'm gonna cry, RUMI, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, I'M SENDING YOU MILLION HUGS, JUST KNOW, WE ARE WITH YOU!!!

🥓cheese-n00b Follow

ME TOO!!!

#support rumi #hugs for rumi #huntrix no more #k-pop #didn't know mira and zoey were such assholes???? #don't let me at them or you'll have to deal with some murder #if any of them would show up in front of me #i'd beat the shit out of them for this #if you think that they did the right thing unfollow me right fucking now #<- prev tags #agreed #can i join pls #i'm so angry i'm about to bite walls #reblog #huntrix

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🍜dressed-and-stressed Follow

Welp, there goes my reason to live, bye guys

#k-pop #tw suicide joke #huntrix

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🚅jinus-underwear Follow

I must consume every frame of this. I have to find more recordings. I have to know WHY!!! I'm gonna study every fucking pixel of the screen under a microscope untill i find the truth. I just need to buy a microscope.

#too bad i'm too poor #huntrix #idol awards

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💠huntrix-love Follow

i hate to say this, but the new song was a banger tho😭

🏴iminyourwalls2000 Follow

tryue

#why they had to make it such a bop #i want to listen at it on repeat #but the moment i hear it #i start thinking about the bloody video #and poor Rumi #and i'm in tears again #reblog #hugs for rumi

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🥖liveforhuntrix Follow

This is important

Okay, it's all really sad and stuff, but we HAVE to talk about this. No smoke without a fire, what we saw is just tip of the iceberg. Yall hating on Mira and Zoey for this, but don't you think that there was a reason behind this? I mean, there's no way that they were like "hmm lets make a diss song about Rumi just for funzies". We don't actually know much about their true relationships. We know only what they let us see. And there's a chance that the friendship we saw was just part of the brand. I'm not saying this for a fact, it's just a theory. A huntrix theory. So, i'd suggest to think before lashing out on Mira and Zoey, and protect Rumi like she's a saint.

Who knows, maybe Rumi was abusing the hell out of them? Hear me out. She pushed the release of Golden, when they were about to take hiatus. Don't know about you, but i'd be pissed if my well deserved rest was cancelled. If i dig into it, i'm sure i'll find more moments like this. So, for us it may look like it came out of nowhere, but there may be deeper reasons for this. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

🍊rumizo-hntrx Follow

"a mistake since the moment you were born" yep, uhuh, cool, totally would say this to someone for just being too much into their work

🥖liveforhuntrix Follow

Well, yeah, maybe lyrics WERE too much, but still. It can't be without a reason. There are no saints in our world, and if someone appears to be one, it means that you simply don't know them enough

🎪come-at-me Follow

🤡🤡🤡

💠huntrix-love Follow

Booo, booo on this guy, point and boo the hell out of him

🥖liveforhuntrix Follow

I'm the only sane person on this side of tumblr it seems...

#reblog #self reblog #stop mira and zoey hate #mira support #zoey support

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🎨iwanttobelieve Follow

screw this guy @.liveforhuntrix, let's talk about something REALLY IMPORTANT

DID YOU SEE RUMI'S TATTOOS?? DIDN'T KNOW SHE HAD THEM, LOOKS COOL AS FUCK I WANT SOMETHING LIKE THIS NOW

Also were they like GLOWING A LITTLE BIT AT THE END THERE?? I'm pretty sure it was something to do with ultraviolet, but DAYMN. So otherworld-y looking... And she was hiding it from us THIS WHOLE TIME? CRIME, REAL DAMN CRIME

I have to draw this... not now, the wound is still too fresh... but maybe one day...

#girl is SLAYING #too bad the only time we see em is when she's about to crash out #i fucking can't i wanna hug her so bad #huntrix #huntrix no more #support rumi #hugs for rumi #k-pop

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🖼rumixjinuforev Follow

Okay but nobody's talking about lights breaking with Rumi's scream!!???? that shit was like straight from some amime!!!!!

Now thinking about it... like... don't get me wrong but... what if it all was planned? For hype? I MEAN!!!!! This still can be coincidence, BUT!!! NUUYEPEGHHDASH???

💠huntrix-love Follow

MY GOD i wish it was staged. I'd be angry of course for playing with my feelings like that, but I'd forgive them.

Also if this is staged, Rumi's got not only majestic voice, but she's also such a great actor, like, that panic attack looked so damn real... I HOPE IT WAS STAGED PLEASE!!!!!!!

#I'm going to sleep but i'd give so much to wake up and see #someone's post with screams of how huntrix dare to play with our feelings like that #i'd forgive them #our queens are allowed to fake some drama for hype #still better than if it was for real-real

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🏐normalzoeyfan Follow

Guys... i don't think... im Zoey fan anymore...

#i refuse to believe that it wasn't her evil twin there untill proven othervise #huntrix #huntrix no more #hugs for rumi

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🎲dnd-and-kpop Follow

I mean we may as well have the end of the world now. Drop the asteroid, this planet is beyond saving

🎩gravity0fallsbill Follow

speak for yourself, world doesn't end on your k-pop idols, i still wanna live

#such statements fucking pissing me off #ik it's nothing and it's not like it gonna come true #just because some angsty teenagers in the internet are being overly dramatic about somthing stupid #but still DAMN #if you wanna die i can't stop you (i mean don't do it) #just don't involve others in it #even as a joke #shitpost

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🎆blender-explode Follow

Can you imagine that there are people who protecting Mira and Zoey? Like, are you out of you MIND?

🏐normalzoeyfan Follow

with a heavy heart... but they deserve to be cancelled for this shit. With Zoey and Mira lol

#cancel Zoey #cancel Mira #support rumi #hugs for rumi #reblog

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🎭happy-thoughts Follow

someone thinks it was staged. guys i've been there. i don't think it was. like... you can't get it through the video. and i can't express it through words. but something in the air changed, when they cut golden and started this new song. Like, it was hype, but also with this yucky gut feeling of "something wrong. something ugly is about to happen" And when they started pushing, i almost wasn't surprised, like, i felt it coming.

👗rumis-shoe Follow

YEAH, same!!! Like, when they were singing Golden, it was,,, i don't know, i felt such happines that i never felt before, like i was about to start flying!!! And with the start of the new song, it's like i was SMASHED into the ground from the sky, and someone kindly threw a couple of train carts on me. This kind of feeling, yk

#never experienced such polar switch of the mood in my life but here it is #insane feeling #and the fact that it was my first live concert?? #i'm either the luckiest or unluckiest person in the world #i mean how many bands are breaking up on stage #and do it by singing a honestly banger song? #i wish we got this in less dramatic circumstances but oh well #it is what it is #btw i heard saja boys were also fighting that day??

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👛jinus-wife-fr Follow

Still in shock,,, but at least i can form some thoughts now.

Ok, so, Mira had always had the vibe of "that bitch" to me, and i never trusted her. Like, always expected some kind of shit from her. But Zoey? 😭😭 My theory is: Mira forced Zoey to join her against Rumi... idk how and why honestly... LET ME COPE OK???

#cope #huntrix #text post #huntrix no more

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🚁real-jinus-wife Follow

Okay... but imagine Rumi joins saja boys instead?? Imagine.... just imagine how Jinu and her would sound together....

#i mean they'll have to change the group name #but anyway #copium #coping real hard rn #huntrix #saja boys #if i don't cope i'll just collapse

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💔poorlittlemeow Follow

Well,,, at least "support Rumi" and "hugs for Rumi" is trending rn... wanted to say "happy to see this" but i can't feel happiness anymore,,, i hope Rumi knows that we still love her,,,,

#support rumi #huntrix no more #hugs for rumi

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💫abbyxmystery Follow

TF DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO CHOOSE SIDE???

WHAT IF I LOVE THEM ALL????

THIS IS WHAT BEING A DIVORCE CHILD FEELS LIKE???

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO MEEEEEEE

MIRA, ZOEY, I WISH YOU EXPLAINED YOURSELF, EVERYTHING WAS JUST FINE?????!!! JUST FEW DAYS AGO??????

ALL THE FRIENDSHIP... ALL THEIR PARTNERSHIP... IT CAN'T BE JUST A FRONT, JUST "PART OF THE BRAND", I KNOW THEIR FRIENDSHIP WAS REAL!!!!

#yeah this blog is about saja boys #but i still love huntrix #like they introduced me to k-pop #they will always hold a special place in my heart #without them i wouldn't learn about saja boys #and other cool bands #and seeing them break up LIKE THAT #it's like the end of the era #the world won't be the same anymore #sorry for offtop #i'm having a breakdown #delete later #hugs for rumi

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😎im-real-jinu Follow

TF MY GIRL RUMI'S FAULT? WHAT DID SHE DO TO YA???

Does it have to do something with that cancelled concert? Like, i heard it was something to do with Rumi... But no details.

BUT WHATEVER THAT WAS IT WASN'T THAT DEEP?? CHILL????

#support rumi #hugs for rumi #my girl didn't deserve diss like that #my poor little mow meow #i wish i could hug her #i bet she needs it rn

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🌐huntrix-my-life111 Follow

okay, does anyone know a demon to sell a soul to for huntrix being back together? asking for a friend.

#anyone? please #ok google how to summon bill cipher

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[noxemma]

Parts 1&2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 |

--- Whew! I finished this part (finally 😅) Sorry it took so long. In addition to life stuff, I wasn't sure if I actually liked where it was going, but I've come to the (annoying) conclusion that I will never post again if I keep trying to beat it into submission lol. That being said, I know some of it is far-fetched/wonky but let's all collectively ignore that please 🫠 ---

Dean knows something is wrong when he hears the soft thump of the phone slipping out of Cas’ hands.

“Fuck, what is it?” He asks as he scrambled over the comforter so he can see Cas’ face.

“Jack,” Cas gasps, his eyes are wild and unfocused. “Jack said he’d see me soon.”

Dean pulls his phone out to call Sam, but the screen stays dark.

“Son of a bitch! Cas, hey. I forgot to charge my phone,” Dean spits out, fumbling for Cas’ cord and cursing himself again for choosing to leave his bag in the car.

“Hey while that charges, why don’t I try calling Sam off your phone? Hmm? Or do you want to try Jack?”

Cas just blinks at him, emotion leeched from his face in a way that scares Dean more than if he'd started having another panic attack.

He slides to the ground to scoop up Cas' phone, settling on his knees in front of Cas and holding it out for him. An odd combination of an offering and a proposal. "Passcode," Dean prompts when Cas doesn't take it. After several seconds he gives up and manually presses the shell-shocked man's finger to the sensor.

He opens the contacts and thumbs over to favorites, correctly assuming it will be the fastest way to get Jack's number.

Dean pauses for just a second to hit the contact as he sees his name listed there along with Jack and Gabriel's.

Not now, Dean. Focus on Jack. Cas needs you right now.

The phone rings and rings and goes to voicemail. Dean punches in Sam's number and hits call, but Sam doesn't pick up either.

"Fuck." Dean grabs for his phone, thankful that it's powered back on. He opens it and guilt slams him as missed messages from Sam pop up. He hits the first voicemail.

"Hey, Dean. Just checking in. I took Jack to that stupid diner you like and you'll never guess what he ordered. Yup, double bacon cheeseburger with the works, hold the onion, and a side of fries with vinegar and pie for dessert. I guess what I'm asking is are you sure there's nothing you want to tell me," Sam chuckles before continuing, "Anyway, we're headed to the library and ... dang it! I think I got something stuck to my shoe. I'm gonna check and call you back."

"Dammit!" Dean growls as he punches the next voicemail. "Hey Dean, sorry about that. Definitely stepped in something sticky. There's not much litter around here so it's weird that happened. What can I say though, it's a pretty funky town. We're ditching the library. Call me when you get this."

Dean hits the last message. "I don't care who you say you're working for, I'm not letting you take Jack anywhere. His father entrusted him to me for the weekend, so you want him, you're taking me t-"

Before Dean can properly panic at Sam's use of their old codewords, The Candy Man begins playing from Cas' phone.

Dean answers it when Cas makes no move to. "Gabe, it's Dean. Listen we just got a bunch of really weird messages from Jack and my brother. I think something-" "I know, Dean. That's why I was trying to get a hold of Cas. Is he there or-"

"He's here, but, uh, he's not doing so hot," Dean answers, "Wait, here, let me put you on speaker phone." Dean smacks the button with too much force and Gabe's voice rings out, scattering the silence like shadows from light.

"Cas, our parents apparently decided they needed to meet Jack and, I quote, assess his well-being, after brunch. I'm at the airport now, since I couldn't get a hold of you. I think I can convince their cronies to let me bring them to the hotel but-" "Bring them?" Cas asks slowly, as if he's having a hard time processing.

"Uh, yeah, them. Apparently, your brother, Dean, refused to leave Jack. Oh, wait, here they are. Give me a minute." Gabe goes silent and Dean guesses that he put them on mute while he negotiated with whoever he needed to. "Damn! That's got to hurt," Gabe says, though his voice is a bit muffled like he wasn't speaking to them but to someone else.

"Gabe, you have exactly three seconds to tell us what's going on!" Dean practically roars, the few minutes he and Cas had been sitting in absolute silence feeling eternally long and Gabe's chipper voice grating on Dean's already fried nerves. "Cool your jets, Dean-o, I was just admiring," Gabriel pauses and Dean can hear a murmur. "Sam's handiwork. Looks like he gave one of the guys quite the shiner." "Sam? Gabe let me-" "I'm here, Dean, and Jack's with me, Cas. We're okay," Sam cuts him off, reassuring and stopping Dean's spiral of worry before it can really get going. "What the fuck happened? Why are you coming here?" "A lawyer and some goons showed up while we were headed to the library. Threatened, and this is actually kind of funny now, to press charges for kidnapping if we didn't board a private jet and come to Las Vegas. Threatened to submit a petition for emergency custody if we didn't agree," Sam explains, voice a little more hushed as if he didn't want someone else, probably Jack, hearing.

"And the guy with the black eye?" Dean hears Gabriel ask, mischief in his voice. "Oh, uh," Sam sounds embarrassed now, "Whenever they cornered us, they tried to pull me away from Jack and, well, those self-defense defense classes you made us take kicked in, Dean, and I just kind of clocked the guy. I don't know who was more surprised that I actually landed a hit." Dean can hear Gabe laughing hysterically in the background. "He was like a superhero! And the plane ride was really cool, except they took my phone," Jack pipes up, clearly having gotten a hold of Gabe's phone. "It was really weird, and they were kind of mean, but I'm glad Sam was there. Am I really going to meet Grandma and Grandpa, Dad?" Cas doesn't answer, just stares at the phone between them. Dean nudges him with his elbow when the silence goes on a bit too long. Cas looks up at him but still doesn't speak. Dean's heart fractures a little at the pain and horror and failure that are so evident in his face, in the way his mouth hangs open, the way his eyes are wide, the way moisture pools and strains to free itself from the crease of his eyelid. "Better Sam was with you than me. I hate flying and I probably would have been clawing the seat to shreds," Dean fills the silence as he transfers the phone to his other hand and sits on the bed next to Cas, bringing him into a side hug of sorts, rubbing his free hand on his back. He hits mute for a moment. "Hey, he's okay. He's safe with Gabe and Sam. But he's probably more freaked out than he's letting on right now and he needs you to tell him that everything is okay, even if it isn't, even if you feel like nothing is ever going to be okay again. Just talk to him." His short speech is half pep talk and half plea. He knows what this scenario feels like from both sides, knows how many times he'd told the same lie to Sam when he'd been a kid. He knows how many times he'd wished their own father had lied to him instead of putting the burden of the truth on shoulders that hadn't been big enough yet to carry it.

Cas' trembling hand hits the button to turn mute off. "I suppose you are going to meet them, though I would have preferred a different way." Cas says, the first few words robotic and forced before they smooth. "I'm glad Sam was there too. I suppose I now owe you a favor, Sam." "I wouldn't say no to a cushy room in a Vegas hotel," Sam jokes, but Dean goes rigid.

Sam doesn't know that Gabe is the one footing the bill. "Sam! I thought I raised you better than that. I'm sure Cas meant like, an extension on a paper or something," Dean barks, suddenly and selfishly wishing that Cas was still a little out of it and not looking at him so intensely. Like a coward, Dean closes his eyes to escape the look. "Sam, I-" Dean hears Cas start before Gabe interrupts him. "Already done. I just booked a room one floor below you," Gabe announces happily. "How?" Is all Dean can manage to get out. "Oh, I have a backup phone for work. It really is a must, especially after one accidentally drops one into a vat of boiling water," Gabe sighs. Sam must say something that Dean can't pick up because the next thing he hears is Gabe howling with laughter before wheezing, "No! Although, perhaps in another life I'd be a great bond villain. I own Trickster Treats. One might say I was a little too obsessed with a certain set of fake wizard twins and was very disappointed when I found out their candies were as fictional as they were. So, when close-up magic proved not to be lucrative, I took it upon myself to make my own."

"Trickster Treats!" Sam screeches so loudly that Dean nearly drops the phone. "Dean almost killed me after I tricked him into eating a ghoul gusher right before parent-teacher conferences. His teeth were green for a full day, no matter how many times he brushed his teeth." "Why did you want to turn Mr. Dean's teeth green?" Jack asks with honest curiosity. "He'd been flirting with my teacher at the last one and I really didn't like her," Sam explains and Dean can't hold back his groan. He'd never told Sam that he'd only been flirting with her to get her to stop sending updates and information to John, who by that point wasn't even Sam's legal guardian anymore. "But you like my dad, so you won't turn Mr. Dean's teeth green this time, right?" Dean groans again, feeling his cheeks heat and knowing that they were turning red. "Okay! Well, Gabe, we'll let you go. My phone was dead earlier, but it's charged now so call or text either of us when you get here. Cas, you got anything to add?" Dean finally looks back at Cas, wincing to find him still staring at him, gaze still penetrating and searing. "Jack, I'll meet you in the lobby. Stay close to Sam and Gabe. I'm really glad you're okay. I was, I got very worried when I read your message," Cas admits. "Pinky promise, Dad. See you soon!" Jack chirps happily before his voice gets faint again, "Uncle Gabe, do you have any of those candies from before? The ones with the fluffy stuff in them?" "The nougat ones? Hmmm. Let me see, no none in my pockets, let me check- Oh! You silly boy, there was one in your ear this whole time!" Jack's pleased giggle rings across the speaker along with a car door slamming and Gabe's voice comes back louder and more serious than before. "Cas, I, I'm not sure what are parents are planning, but you and I both know that it will be nothing good. And they are going to be furious that I intercepted Jack and Sam, so don't be surprised if-" Gabe doesn't even get the chance to finish as several thunderous knocks sound from the hotel door. Dean feels Cas' spine go rigid beneath his palm and he grits his teeth in anger at the type of parents Chuck and Naomi must have been to illicit this knee-jerk reaction out of Cas. "Gabe, we have to go. Have Sam text me 'Jim Rockford' whenever you guys get here, he'll know what it means," Dean rushed before ending the call. He stands to open the door, just knowing that the longer they keep the Shurley's waiting, the worse it will go for Cas.

Cas' hand darting out to wrap desperately around his yanks him to a stop. "Please..." Cas whimpers, eyes even larger than they were before, moisture finally breaking through the dam to trickle down his cheeks. "Cas, hey. I'm gonna be right here, alright. I'm not gonna leave you. I promised, remember?" Dean murmurs softly, kneeling before Cas, cupping his face in his hands, and wiping the tears from his cheeks with his thumbs. "I'm going to go let them in, why don't you mess up the bed a little more, hmm. Really get them thinking about what we might have been doing for the last couple hours, huh?" Cas lets out a watery laugh and nods. Dean can't help himself, doesn't want to, needing the fortification as much as giving it. He leans forward and presses a light kiss to Cas' lips, just barely tasting the salt that has pooled in the corner of his mouth before pulling away.

The walk to the door feels like marching himself to the gallows, impossibly long and yet startlingly short. He pauses to muss up his hair, whip the belt from his pants, unbutton them, and turn his shirt inside out and backwards. The costume is less about keeping up the relationship ruse and more about throwing off the couple, he confirms through the peephole, that are standing on the other side of the door. He tries not to think too deeply about how he'd learned the art of psychological warfare from John, allows himself one last deep breath before he flips the deadlock and opens the door. "Oh, hey, you're not room service. Although I probably should have guessed. I don't think room service would be rude enough to bang on the door like that," Dean offers, casual smirk pasted on his face and his eyes lidded. "Sorry, to keep you waiting, I, uh, had to get presentable." It's worth it to see Naomi's face pinch, looking for all the world like she'd just been waterboarded with lemon juice. Chuck, annoyingly, stays stoic and it grates at Dean. "Hey, Cas. Your parents are here to ..." Dean shouts backward into the room before he purposely trails off and turns a questioning gaze at the people he's holding at bay on the threshold of the room. "Talk," Chuck growls. "Talk. You decent?" Dean smirks as he calls back.

"I am. You can let them in," Cas calls back, pride and warmth blooming in Dean's chest as Cas' voice rings out strong and clear. Dean steps away from the door, subtly kicking his discarded belt behind him as the couple barge past rudely when they're finally allowed admittance. Dean's pride only grows when he follows and sees Cas making a show of straightening the comforter, his own hair mussed and undershirt untucked and wrinkled. The warm feeling turns molten when Cas' gaze slips over his parents to seek Dean out first, a soft smile easing some tightness in his eyes when he observes Dean's wardrobe alteration. Dean pushes past the gaping man and woman to join Cas by the bed, tucking an arm around him as they sit together on the end of it, leaving Chuck and Naomi to stand or pull up their own seats. "So, what did ya wanna talk about? I somehow doubt it's going to be an apology for this morning. Afternoon?" Dean says, bravado not so false when Cas' hand lands warm on his thigh.

"We have a ... proposition, for the two of you," Naomi says disdainfully as she pulls the desk chair over, while Chuck elects to stand. Cas doesn't rush to say anything so neither does Dean, content to play it cool and make them sweat. "Right, well. Abagail is having second thoughts about the wedding after this morning," Chuck admits, glaring at Dean with such heat that Dean is sure the man would smite him if he could. "But we already have the wedding planned and prepared for and-" "And Gabriel was right, you need the publicity from this wedding. Now more than ever if the merger with Roman Enterprises isn't going through," Cas finishes, a venom to his words that makes Dean wonder if this isn't the first time they've tried to use him to further their business. "In short, yes. And, it would be a terrible shame to waste the opportunity." "Get to the point," Dean says coldly, tired of the runabout and trying to get them gone before Gabe gets back. "We want you to take Michael's place," Naomi starts, matching Dean's iciness. "You and Dean, of course," Chuck interjects, apparently reading something on Cas' face that Dean can't see. "And why the hell would Cas and I do that for you, especially after you basically kidnapped my brother and Jack?" Dean blurts angrily, barely resisting pumping his fist in victory when Naomi flinches the tiniest bit. "Yes, well, I admit that could have been handled with more ... decorum and, that part was arranged before Michael's wedding began falling apart." "Yeah, well, sorry doesn't sweeten the pot, so, why should we do something that only seems to benefit you?" Dean volleys. "Marrying our son wouldn't benefit you?" Naomi snaps back. "Marrying me here, this weekend, without the majority of his family or friends in attendance, only a few days after he proposed, probably doesn't hold the appeal you imagine it to," Cas says calmly, squeezing Dean's leg. Dean looks to him and Cas returns his gaze with a small, apologetic smile as if to say don't worry, I won't let them force this burden on you. I've survived facing them alone before and I will do it again after this whole farce is over. Dean's chest tightens. It's crazy, but he doesn't want Cas to have to face this alone, can't turn a blind eye to Cas' struggle now that he knows the man. I can't just walk away. I care about him too much. "Well, there must be some sort of agreement we can come to. We'll-" Naomi appears to flounder, staring up at her husband.

"We'll give you the contents of your trust fund in full. No stipulations." "You think money is going to win Cas over? Jeez, it really is sad how little you know your own son. And, while I'm sure it would be nice for Cas not to have to worry about money, that doesn't really do anything to convince me. So, you wanna make this happen, you sign over any custodial right to Jack. You show me a notarized and binding legal document agreeing to that, I'll carry Cas down the aisle myself, smile for pictures, eat with the right spoon, whatever you want." "Dean!" Cas exclaims, gripping him so tightly that Dean can't help but break his death stare at Naomi to look at him. "I can't possibly ask you to do that for me." Cas states each word and Dean reads the meaning behind them, but he just shrugs and smiles back at Cas. "Look, I know it's sooner than we were thinking, but, well. Your whole family is here, Sam is here, Jack is here. We have matching suits. We can always have another ceremony later with the rest of the people we care about. Besides, it's worth it if you, if we, don't have to worry about Jack being taken away," Dean whispers earnestly, placing his hand on Cas' and squeezing, hoping the man remembers the last time they'd done this in Baby, "Like I said, you've got me and I'll help you in any way I can."

Cas blinks at him, confusion and hope and disbelief warring for dominance on his face. It is almost physically painful to tear his gaze away, but Dean manages it. He feels his phone vibrate and he sees Sam's text. Dean pins the other whispering pair in the room with his gaze, waiting until they feel the heat of it and turn to him. "Right, well. I'm sure you two need to discuss, try to counter-offer or something. We need dinner, since room service apparently forgot about us. So, let us know by, shall we say, eight? Yeah, eight. What decision you come to," Dean says, standing and crowding Chuck and Naomi until they have no choice but to retreat from the room, hushed bickering audible even before Dean closes the door behind them.

He locks the door after them, switching both the regular one and the deadbolt, before making his way back to Cas. "Dean. I understand that you want to help, and I'm honored, truly, but I can't let you force yourself to marry me," Cas croaks, voice thick with emotion and eyes frantically searching his. "You say that like it's a death sentence, Cas," Dean teases, chuckle falling flat when Cas doesn't waver. "Look, you're kind and handsome and funny and smart and, well, I could think of about a hundred people it would be worse to marry. Besides, it's a Vegas wedding. If you really can't stand the thought of being married to me, we can always get divorced or get an annulment." The words taste bitter as he says them, but he knows he has to, knows he has to mean them too. "Dean, it's not that-" Cas says, pain lacing every syllable.

"Great, so, let's do it then. You'll get custody of Jack, I'll feel like I did something good with my life for once. It's a win-win." "Dean, we don't even know if they'll agree to that," Cas breathes. It's not a no, Dean thinks, heart pounding hopefully. "They will. I saw the looks in their eyes, they're desperate. So, when they agree, will you do it? Will you marry me, Cas?"

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[hydeandseek128]

Adding on to say: The last bit of Loopquest (the very end of Act 4) where you talk with Loop gives us some more insight as well, and I think that's worth looking into. In this dialogue, they'll always mention Siffrin looping back because of Kingquest and the Loop hangout, where Siffrin doesn't die, but they will also mention some of the other events depending on if you have done them: Bad Touch event, Stupid Rotten Adults, Sus Event, Sadnesses, and Ghosts. (I also think it's interesting that Mirabelle is the only one whose sidequest doesn't result in Siffrin looping back but that's a post for another time.) For all of them, it's something about the party/the person in question hating Sif or being scared of them, but for the Ghost event:

This is very notably different from the other events Loop mentions for a variety of reasons, but there are two big things that I think are important to notice (three, actually, but we'll get to that last one in a sec).

Siffrin is terrified of the ghost. On the surface, this seems like Siffrin's fear of ghosts (as confirmed by ID5) manifesting, and it fits with the dialogue we see in the scene. ("You don't know what they are, maybe they're dangerous-") However, I think this is actually more important than it seems. Again, we'll get to that.

Siffrin is insistent on knowing what exactly the ghost did. Notice his dialogue after it disappears.

Part of this is definitely concern for Mirabelle, but they keep pushing Isabeau in a way that seems out of character for him. What did it say? (What did it do to upset them? How did you manage to ruin this?)

This is pretty much confirmed by the Loop dialogue (aka the secret third thing):

The ghost version of Siffrin wanted to see the party, and Isabeau thought it was weird. (It could be "sad," but the word "weird" is repeated more throughout the event, so that's what I'm going for.) Isa thinks it's weird how Siffrin reacted. It's weird and sad and gross, and so they want to move on. Maybe it's not that they don't care, it's something worse.

Loop's response really seals the deal here.

Loop says a lot of stuff that they don't take back - the moment that comes to mind is the Act 4-exclusive chat you can have with them if you kept the dagger.

There's some other stuff as well - blaming Siffrin for their role in the end of Kingquest, namely - but this is a big one to me. Loop doesn't apologize for accusing Siffrin of seeing his family as nothing more than actors, but they do for saying...a clone of him probably had a gross smile? It's such a strange thing for them to remember.

But maybe it's because it hits just a little too close to home. Because in the end, SIffrin loves them "enough for even a reflection of [them] to react like this." Because he feels as if the party doesn't care about what he's going through. And because, most importantly, the "real" him is weird and sad and disgusting.

I think Siffrin's fear of revealing their "true self" to the party isn't really talked about enough, but it's a vital part of why they loop for so long in the first place, and it is exactly why the Legendary Act 5 Crashout happens the way it does. Ghosts event is a showcase of why the loops are happening in the first place, and the fact that it's so different from the other "Sif loops back" sidequests yet so fundamentally similar makes it so goddamn interesting.

this post made me think about the ghost scene again and i realized it’s a little different from most of the times Siffrin loops back without dying

usually it’s because of something Siffrin does. they say or do something that causes the others to react so badly that he believes it’s impossible to repair the relationship after that, things will never be the same because of what he did, the others must hate or fear him now

pushing Bonnie’s boundaries until they scream at him. kissing Isa and being pushed away. goading Odile into demanding answers that they are too scared to give. action and response, mistake and consequence, and a refusal to push through the messiness to the other side to see if it can be fixed or if it’s actually broken forever.

Siffrin….doesn’t really “mess up” the ghost encounter. the party doesn’t respond a particular way because of something in his control. there’s no fear or anger or confrontation. they just react how they react to the situation at hand.

but their response isn’t something that Siffrin can bear to accept. to know their family could see that and move on like it’s nothing, where a shadow of himself acts so strange and desperate and sad and everyone just…..walks away. would they do the same if it was the real Siffrin standing there, in tears?

better to start over. don’t let the scenario play out that poses that question. you don’t want to live in the timeline where they’ve given their answer.

[callme-naomi]

I'll Be There in Your Heart

Post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x reader. MAJOR MANGA AND ANIME SPOILERS. Brief mention of suicide and burns.

It was somewhere near 10 pm, and already it was lights out for the entire house, yet when you rolled over to find him to hug him, too afraid to let him out of your sight now, his side of the bed was cold. Bolting up, you tried to use your sleep-addled sight in the dark, trying to find him, until you were convinced he wasn't here.

Pulling your nightgown tighter around you, you decided to walk downstairs, praying he hadn't been called to a mission right now.

Ever since that incident 6 years ago, the one which had nearly wrenched him, the love of your life, out of your hands, he had been really insecure about his looks. Kento had always been terrible at communicating his feelings, but the entire atmosphere around him grew sadder whenever you'd find him staring at his reflection, his face twisted in self-disgust, or him leaning out the balcony for some loneliness.

He had tried to even distance himself from you all, but as his family, you and the kids did not give up. Long story short, after six years had he finally accepted that it's okay to live. that he's still loved, no matter what.

On the landing between the stairs to your room and the one going downstairs, you heard his voice. Gently talking to someone. You decided to call out, but when you peeked through the baluster, then you realized he was talking to his son.

Settling quietly there, cross legged, you perched your chin on your hand and listened, with a careful view that kept you from clear sight.

****

He had awoken for a glass of water when he heard the children's door open. Waiting to see who it is, he found his son walking down the stairs, his elbow covered by the other hand.

The boy halted at the sight of his father, who immediately crossed over to him. "Show me."

Reluctantly, he removed his hand. "I fell in the street."

"When?"

"In the evening."

Rummaging the shelves for medicine and bandages, Kento asked, "Why didn't you tell us before?"

"I was scared mom would yell at me."

He huffed out a laugh. "So you knew the consequences. Come here."

he sat his son down on the table and began cleaning the wound, that had been plastered with makeshift bandages, hidden by the boy's long sleeved shirt.

"You shouldn't get yourself hurt this often."

"Scars are badges of honor." S/N puffed out his chest, and Kento lightly smacked his head.

"In the battlefield, not the street."

"Like yours?"

The silence was too loud, and that's when the boy realized he had trespassed. You had always yelled at him for having a loose mouth, and today he'd hurt his own father. "I-I'm sorry."

"It's okay." He continued cleaning the wound. "It doesn't hurt any more."

To break the awkward silence that followed, Kento continued, for some reason finding this boy at least three times younger than him as his vent, "you know, legends say scars are where your soul chose to break so your body could survive."

Getting the hint that it's all fine, S/N began swinging his legs on the chair. "You don't believe that, do you?"

"If your mother said it, it's true for me," Kento shrugged.

"So I could say in one way, my soul broke today."

"I remember buying you an ice-cream later?"

Laughs followed.

"So," S/N carefully treaded the waters, "did your soul break too?"

He took his time to answer, not even daring to look into the face of his own son, the face he shared so much with his mother. He remembered the darkest days of his life, when he hated himself more than anything, going as far to burn his old solo pictures, a painful reminder of what he used to be, and contemplating s**cide.

He never would have made it alone.

"It did," he slowly said, his voice so low as if afraid saying it out loud would break its truth, "It did, and sometimes I thought if I had one any more. I..." he left this thread of thought unfinished, unable to explain his six years journey of self-recovery to a kid so young, so full of life.

"But you look complete to me," S/N said, and it hit Kento that the boy he'd always viewed, for some reason, as the baby boy he'd held once, cradling to sleep, was no longer the same small boy who screamed at night due to a horror movie. This time, he was the one pulling Kento out of the horror, "you're still the best person I know. My superhero."

He smiled softly. "You've watched movies, and sometimes you see heroes lose. They give up, but then someone else comes to save them, give them back their light. The hero saved the world, but that hidden hero? They saved the hero." He reached out, bandaging done, ruffling the boy's hair. "You three were mine. I might be your hero, but you were there when I needed you. You put me back together."

Even though the reasons they had come downstairs was done, the time didn't matter anymore as they had their conversation.

They also say scars are where your soul etched a lesson in your skin so you wouldn't forget it. He left this unfinished, hanging in the air, deciding it was something to be left between the two of you only. I almost broke my promise to your mother that day, to never leave her alone. Bless her heart, I think it was because her heart loves so deeply that I was given this big lesson. To understand her pain. And well...I won't ever forget now.

*****

Keeping your tears in, you watched as your little boy slowly got up, circled around to where his father now stood, and hugged him, taking him with surprise.

"Papa," he said, his voice sincere for a kid his age, "we will be here for you, okay? You don't have to hide your wounds from us. I don't know which cabinet it will be in, but we'll find the perfect bandage for you. We still love you, okay?"

And before you actually ran down or sobbed too loud to blow your cover, you darted back to your room, your last sight being Kento hugging his son back.

So you didn't see the silent tear that rolled down his cheek.

****

The morning Kento woke up slightly later than usual, you already vanished to make him his breakfast, and that's when he looked to his hand, a note tucked in it. Opening it, he found your handwriting in it.

You know, they say scars that glow under moonlight were ones you earned protecting someone else. You might not see it, but I do. You don't glow in the moon, you are the moon. My moon. The moon to my tide.

And that little piece of paper stayed by him everywhere he went, tucked safely in his phone cover. Every time he doubted himself, he remembered, with all fondness in his heart, that there were people back home who didn't mind if he showed his wounds: they waited him with a bandage and a flower.

My contribution for day 6, Scars. One day left guys, and I don't want this week to end 😭

[kaiserboom]

IS THAT MY RIVAL'S JERSERY? HOW COULD YOU??

A/n: this made me struggle cause I had to search up who Sae's biggest rivals were. Prompt: you wanted to prank your boyfriend so you order there rivals jersey online. cw. ooc, pure fluff, crack?, bad soccer metaphors. not proof-read AT ALL. Pairings: Itoshi Sae X fem! reader.

So, you thought, "Why not stir the pot a little?" You deliberately ordered Bunny Iglesia's ridiculously oversized Number 18 jersey- not because you're a big Bunny fan, but just to watch Sae's reaction when he sees it. Because let's be honest, the moment Sae saw Bunny on TV, loosing his mind with that explosive, raw anger? That was honestly kind of hilarious- and a sneaky little genius way to get under Sae's skin.

Fast forward to the day the package finally arrives. You're practically bouncing at the door, ready to pounce like a ninja on a mission. You grab the box before Sae even has a chance to blink. "Is that your package? What did you get?" he asks, half-focused on his plans for world domination or whatever plot he's obsessing over. You glance back at him, trying to look innocent- well, as innocent as someone about to cause chaos can look.

"Uhm, it's mine, but you can't look!" you say, voice trembling just enough to sell the act. Sae raises an eyebrow, already about to stand and snatch that package faster than a defender intercepts a pass. But before he can move, you dash away like a ninja on caffeine, clutching the box to your chest.

He sighs, defeated- probably tired of playing the "catch me if you can!" game- and doesn't bother chasing after you. You slam the door open and tear into the box with reckless fear. Your eyes widen when you see an oversized FC Bachara jersey, practically swallowing your whole body. You flip it around to see the name on the back "Bunny Iglesias Number 19." You giggle. Nervous maybe? Because you know, the second Sae finds out, you're so dead.

You pull the jersey over your head. Surprisingly, it fits perfectly- almost like it was made for you. But you know better than to keep it. Sae's house isn't a jerseys shrine, and you really don't want to be the reason he kicks you out faster than a soccer ball into the net.

Just as you're about to hide it under his bed, Sae bursts through the door like he's chasing a penalty shot. "Okay, seriously, what's in that package?" he demands, eyes narrowing.

Your stomach drops. You're about to yell, "Sae, I can explain!" But honestly, it feels more like you're cheating on him with Bunny Iglesias- and Sae's the jealous boyfriend ready to lose his mind.

"Explain what?" Sae stares at you deadpan, walking closer like a detective closing in on the suspect. Your panic skyrockets- the way his veins bulge from his forehead, the scowl that could scare off defenders- just before your about to die, you realize soccer was never this serious.

You stand there, sweating bullets, praying he won't explode. Finally, you muster up the courage to exhale, the breath you'd been holding. "Just remove it." Sae sighs. Relief floods you, so he's not about to kill you. But honestly, the way he looks at you now, you're pretty sure he's got plans to disown you as his girlfriend and replace you with a soccer robot.

Sae leans in, eyes narrowing with that deadly serious look. "Remove it, so I can ship you to Spain. Since you love Bunny so much." He mocks.

And you're left standing there, jersey still draped over your shoulders, wondering if your sneaky plan to mess with Sae's head was worth a one- way ticket to Barcelona.

a/n: I forgot abt this.

edit: this been in drafts for weeks. Decided to post it cause i'm not writing anything new..

[nightshade962]

I've been really liking the head cannons that Bruce is autistic

Okay let's start with that all of his kids do not know that he is autistic. 1 day they saw him rocking and humming.( I don't know who had that in their autistic Bruce Wayne post but I love it and that's what I'm using as) and something just clicks with dick. His siblings see him like a light bulb moment happen. And he just goes I need to talk to Alfred. So he goes to find his pseudo grandfather his siblings trailing behind him. Alfred is making tea when Dick walks right up to him and asks is Bruce autistic. Alfred looks at his grandson and goes yes what brought this on. After all the kids find this out it's the rest of the wall light bulb moments happen and they understand a lot more reason why their father is the way he is. Dick goes that makes so much f****** sense. The rest of the kids besides Damien should have said this earlier but in this situation Damien is showing Bruce his special interests and Bruce is 100% on board of being involved in his kids Special Interest art and animals. Going forward the kids are a lot more patient with their father now understanding that sometimes he didn't understand their emotions truly especially after when they find out that Alfred was scared that he would never see Bruce happy stimming again after his parents death and then after when Jason died he had that fear has been gnawing at him more than he'd like to admit. The kids are respecting more of the way he does things because they understand that he's not being insensitive he just plainly doesn't understand sometimes why they feel that way with all this going on they also start to see that he does try understand them.

That's all I can think of right now feel free to add if you wish

[the-canine-king]

i'm an idiot and didn't save this strawpage ask before deleting it: "are you done with making arcane fanart?"

rambling below but tl;dr, i'm a sensitive loser that doesn't want to deal with anon hate so i'm not making fanart for a while (or anymore depending, idk)

idk man lol. i wanna say yes bc i'm just tired of getting a "kill yourself" message every other day or someone hoping i get killed by a transphobe or get called a rapist or being told i'm disrespecting breast cancer survivors and trans men/ mascs or getting called a woman and will never be a man or getting called a man but because of that be called a fetishist or just generally called a fetishist because i'm bi/ also like men and should leave "pure women" alone or overall getting called a freak over and over and over and over and over and over and over again and again and again and again and again and again and again and

i'm also dealing with a bunch of losers that keep letting me know they're hate stalking my account even if i do block them, they love letting me know they exist THE MOMENT i post any fanart with some trans/ gnc trait/ headcanon lmao. or just in general, one of them would remember i exist and tell me i should kill myself ¯_(ツ)_/¯

i can only "ignore the haters" for so long lol, i ALWAYS appreciate the kind words i get sent but the frequent hateful ones are just so incredibly exhausting to quietly deal with. BOTH on my strawpage and tumblr inboxes, and EVEN IF i don't post fanart for a while.

EVEN BY POSTING THIS, I KNOW FOR A FACT I'M GONNA GET MORE HATE ANONS… i can already list out the ones i feel like i'm gonna get for this one. it sucks getting anxious over posting mundane shit nowadays but whatever.

i'd rather just fade into fandom obscurity and make my fanart even harder to find/ force it to get even less notes, i want it to be under the radar as much as possible to avoid more bullshit coming my way. it's literally getting to the point where i'm considering on mass deleting my fanart and purge followers entirely. … i probably won't commit to doing that but the consideration gets more and more tempting the more hate anons i keep getting.

i might try to just keep posting fanart but outside of twitter maybe? i just know for a fact many terrible people are coming from twitter so i'd rather just stop trying with that site at least. but yeah, I've been super uninterested and too scared to post fanart and would rather take an indefinite break from it, which is why i mentioned it's just best to unfollow if you're only interested in fanart. sorry.

but also i'm just way more into drawing ocs and i'm actually happy that fanart gave me back my drive to draw in general again which is nice lol, it was inevitably gonna get to this point anyways so it's whatever. at least they won't give a shit whenever i draw my own characters being trans/ gnc.

anyways, yeah. tl;dr, i'm a sensitive loser that doesn't want to deal with anon hate so i'm not making fanart for a while (or anymore depending, idk)

[spacebubblehomebase]

"Say My Name."

Tumblr "Poll Results" for my #HHStargazersAU are out and so I'm releasing ALL the currently available titles of my future posts for this story!!! Though to not completely spoil the plot for everyone, I redacted some parts on the list. Just know that, while I DO have plans, they could always change and not everything is complete. But if you're still willing to be patient with me, here's a taste of my writing and art! Nothing serious. Just to see if it's to your liking. I won't always stick to such style, but there WILL be consistent world building as it's my favorite part of starting any AU! And if you like Chaggie or queerplatonic Radioapple centric stories then you're in luck because that's EVERYTHING I'm here for! It'll take a lot of effort, but GOD will it also be a LOT of fun! XD Still a show is nothing without an audience and according to my list, it's time for an INTEREST CHECK, so what say you? 👀✨️ -Bubbly💙

(For more context, check out "Part One" of my story! "A New Day Will Dawn...")

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I bring a sort of "flawed female characters can be fun and enjoyable blorbos - both flawed in terms of having character flaws and in terms of having occasionally flawed writing" that it appears many, many, many people do not like

[thepreachers-son]

This is meant to be silly please don't come for me!

i just think we could all benefit from tagging hate going into the new year. some of us come to tumblr.com because we want to see vampires kiss and some of us come to tumblr.com because we hate him so much we can no longer live as free men with this burden upon us. either is ok but lets not get in each others way. things are going to be so scary next year for a lot of people and sometimes you just want to make up silly little stories about silly little vampires on the internet to relax and maybe its a wild idea that we can do it without hurting one another feelings

[wewontbesleeping]

"I've never wanted to make an album full of happy songs. I don't think that's ever going to happen."

[karmaajr]

no bcuz srsly guys. why is my mum so goddamn mean? like deadass she's either mean, doesn't give a shit or is just depressed as fuck like.. amma please, im so tired of this

[copia]

i've done some horrible things to copia in the notes app but i draw the line at giving him a hip replacement. so my personal hc for his cane situation — disregarding the alternative of him taking one onstage just for the vibes — is that he developed early onset osteoarthritis from ballet and began to manage it. the rats mv was the last time he danced properly, then after the threat of replacement, it was strict physiotherapy and steroid injections until the cane wasn't as necessary as it once was. you can get footwear designed to help with oa, so i'm sliding the shoe moment from rhrn into this self-indulgent ramble ('i'll get injured' = 'things will be worse for me later'). he'll jump around the stage as often as he dares to the frustration of doctors and his mother — and his ghouls, who will help him limp offstage at every show towards the end of the tour and take care of him after treatments. limited movement frustrates him to no end but he'll put on a mask of cheery positivity until he's too tired to maintain it any longer. he'll manage it to the point where it's easier to live with than it was when he danced for the last time, but it'll never be like it was when he was young. he struggles with this more than he does the physical pain. who'd want a reminder of their imminent demise burning at their side with every step? still, he pretends, even if it's obvious to everyone close to him that it's a problem — no need to give them any more reason to end his reign earlier than he'd like

[kalosian-woods]

Clemont is just really funny in general i think. he's just like that, realistically theres so much to unpack about him;

he made an entire invention where he spoke to the mayor and was spread out across the town of the uni he was in which he got in at the age of maybe like 8.

he's a gym leader. he lost his gym to his invention,

there was the slightest chance he could've been mind controlled.

his bag is a bag of holding

he can't run

his entire mental state is the way it is because of a single mistake that wasn't even his fault

There's so much to unpack about him and the creators were like; "yeah anyways!"

okay but seriously, i think we as a fandom neglect the fact that if it wasn't for Clemont's anxious(???) paranoid(???) quick thinking(???) overly prepared(???) he probably he would've gotten mind controlled. like what was up with that.

-⚡(you can call me clem anon! its also just really funny and the fact that i've so far only exclusively talked about him makes it even funnier. electric anon is okay too !)

Clemont is his own bag of holding lol, there really is SO MUCH with him and I'm shaking you on the shoulders rn clem nonnie. Please. How is it possible that there is so much to him as it is. I need to study him under a microscope.

With the first point, that always made me laugh in a way lol. Him at the age of possibly eight created a power source slash Electric Pokemon recharger for a whole town/city. The mayor has noticed his efforts. This is before he is a Gym Leader, and this is the place where he made the promise to Shinx (a promise that he broke, not by any fault of his own, but by the very thing that brought them together in the first place).

The way he actually just straight up lived in Prism Tower, or at least that's how it felt, along with Bonnie. Their father is in the same city with a house but they won't bother with that and he doesn't bother them until they are MIA for at the very least a few weeks if not months. His reasoning for being a Gym Leader is to wield Electric Types from every region and become an Electric-Type Trainer that the world has never seen. The fact that he can be this ambitious with battling gets me (and also his learning from school carrying over c':)

His bag is also a mechanical marvel (not Volcanion, sorry). His Aipom Arm has only malfunctioned once (1 time), and he's easily able to lift Bonnie into the air with it. Also we never see this beyond the first ep but it has an inflatable airbag??? That is actually safe and comfortable to land on even with the everything in his bag as it is.

Even after the whole series and after everything they've ever went through, he still cannot run. Only one time he has ever sprinted ahead (in this realm/dimension) and that was to get to a festival about Zapdos of all Pokemon (and maybe that inventing fair as well??). No one comments on it beyond that one moment. He's also tried to make shoes to help him go up hills quicker but he never tried that one again lol (he forgot he even had it until Serena mentions the monorail, in which also, wow. this gang i swear).

That's actually one of the saddest parts (and something I can totally relate with). The way that we see him so happy and open with Shinx beforehand, ready to learn and be hands on and playing outside even with all the work that he had. And then we hear about how he lost his Gym, how his Pokemon disregard his words and his invention doesn't see him as worthy or strong enough, and it really is him just living out a nightmare of his own making in a way. His fear from back then keeps haunting him with the mistakes that he makes now, and even after meeting with Luxio again you can see the way he just... accepts that he's no longer wanted or forgiven. He's fine with it. He rather everyone have a better life than he does. Just,, he needs a hug. Lots of them.

HELP PLS you've said exactly what I've been thinking off this whole time!! Geez, I thought I was alone in thinking that we brush off whatever happened to Clemont in 'The Needs of Many!' like I get that we lose Greninja, but hello? He got straight-up kidnapped right in front of our eyes! He was going to be made into a superhuman (which has some very very worrying connotations beyond what is already happening). He too was blasted by the Mega Evo Energy, and even if he did resist the mind control, there's got to be other effects as well. If his friends weren't OP and reckless as they were he would've actually been carted away to who knows where and it would've been a matter of time until his preventive measures were found out. And the way he already had a counter against it, against the beam specifically (and for it to be able to work without any issues) is also so sad and worrying in a way?? It's definitely paranoia to me, it was very specific (more than usual, anyways), small enough to hide and easy enough for him to grab. Poor boy :(( I need to just sit down and think every time I remember this is an ep that exists because they just went ham with it, didn't they??

[pardonmydelays]

all jokes aside, our show is in sixteen days and i've never been more anxious about anything in my entire life