#I have a lot to vent abt through fic so

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

HIII I LOVE YOUR SEB X READER FIGHTING OVER THE BLACKLIGHT and wanted to request smth similar to it? Mutant!reader still, ( maybe the same as the other fic) who helps the Expendable(s)/MC much more than sebs when explaining how each monsters works (giving more info than sebs) and sebs getting annoyed by it? especially if mutant!reader sort of roams alongside with then expendable(s) and is seen chatting with them (bc maybe mutant reader misses being human?) until sebs pulls reader away to complain abt it (how reader shldnt be so relaxed in this situation)

Aw thank you! I'm happy you liked that one ^^

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"So you keep dying to creatures that are classified as an Angler, but none of them are the Angler itself, and he just...refuses to tell you how to avoid them?"

"Um, yeah..pretty much. The file said they were only discovered after the lockdown, so maybe he doesn't know-"

"Oh, he knows damn well how they behave. He's just lazy and expects you to figure it out on your own. Which one got you last time?"

The expendable abruptly stopped in their tracks, trying to recount their most recent untimely demise, while you--one of Urbanshade's mutant experiments--waited for them to gather their thoughts.

You two were just casually walking down one of the blacksite's long corridors....or rather, they were walking and you were slithering.

The only reason they were still alive and didn't have their gear detonated was all thanks to your own little scrambling machine. It was attached to your belt, being a lot easier to carry compared to that massive thing Sebastian lugged around.

You were lucky to find them during the chaotic lockdown, and now you were able to chat with expendables without worrying about HQ finding you and/or killing them for talking to you.

Even though you hated Urbanshade for turning you into this creature, you couldn't hate the folks who were just trying to earn their freedom. You knew nothing of why they were even here in the first place--and quite frankly you didn't care to know. There's no point to it.

You were once a sociable human being, and this was how you could still pretend you were.

Of course, that proved difficult as many expendables would rather run, use the flash beacon, or hide in the nearest locker whenever you showed your face. But you reassured them you mean no harm and just wanted to talk.

After overhearing a few grumble about Sebastian treating them like idiots due to their recent deaths (especially with Wall Dwellers), you took it upon yourself to give them better advice.

Advice that would actually stick with them.

While the documents mostly explained the monsters' behaviors clearly, information on the Angler's variants was severely lacking. That was understandable and something you were more than happy to elaborate on should they ask.

"Oh, I remember now...it was some big..creepy frog thing. It had a lot of teeth."

"Ah, that's Froger. She's different, alright. And a smart girl at that." You chuckled. "I've been watching her movements for a while. Wanna know a secret?"

"Sure...do I need to pay you data or..?"

"No. I don't need that stuff."

"Oh..okay."

"Anyways, you know how frogs like to hop around? Well, she does something similar. She'll pass you by, and then do another sweep of the room because she knows you're there. Then after awhile she'll hop back to wherever you are to catch you off guard. Does that make sense?"

"That...actually does. I did get caught off guard the third time because I thought she was gone. Um..thank you." They smiled a little bit.

"Of course. All you need to do is make sure she passes you thrice, and you'll get to keep your pretty little head." With a tiny smile, you patted the top of their head for encouragement. "Now I have business to attend to. I can't chat for too long, or else-"

"I think you've chatted with them long enough, [y/n]."

Blinking, you saw Sebastian pop his head out through a nearby vent, frowning at you.

"Ah. Why hello, Sebastian." You smiled innocently, tilting your head.

"We have a erm..business meeting, remember?" His eyes shifted to the expendable, who seemed utterly bewildered at his presence outside the shop. "If you'll excuse us."

"Yes, please excuse us...and don't let my advice go to waste!" You hummed, bidding them farewell before following Sebastian into the vent, making sure it closed behind you.

For a few moments more, they stood there in silence.

Until the lights in the room flickered and made them dash to the nearest possible hiding spot.

And of course...it was Froger.

.........

"That's my job, you know."

"Well you kinda suck at it." Flicking your tail, you climbed onto the stack of crates within Sebastian's shop, smirking up at your fellow fish monster. "If you're tired of meeting them in the same place when they die, at least give them better advice."

He just turned to face you, looking almost offended.

"You think Urbanshade is paying me to spoon-feed their expendables every tiny detail?! Should I start making Powerpoints for every damn thing that crawls their way?!" He spat.

"..all I'm saying is that calling them "morons" and "idiots" isn't going to help them get very far."

"And chatting them up isn't going to help us get very far, either." With a small huff, he slithered over to a desk cluttered with documents and other assets previous expendables have delivered to him, sifting through the piles. "We can't let them reach the crystal. Not yet. We need more time."

"Ugh, how much more time do we possibly need?" Taking a small DNA vial, you examined it closely between your fingers, admiring its blue glow. "I can only be your little scavenger fish for so long. This place is bound to run out of data. I say let 'em take the crystal, and while everyone at Urbanshade is distracted by that-"

"Jeez that sounds like a GREAT plan...FOR GETTING US KILLED!!" He snarled, swiping the glass vial from your hands. "And be careful with this! It could shatter and explode all over my wares! And I'll be making you pay for them!"

Normally, his anger would scare even the toughest expendable, but you weren't fazed in the slightest and just chuckled. "Woah, no need to get your fins in a twist, Sebby. I was only kidding."

"See? That's exactly your problem...you're too relaxed over all of this." He gently set the glass vial down like it was a baby deep sea bunny. "Those prisoners aren't our buddies, you know."

"I'm not trying to make friends with any of them. I'd just like to see them live a bit longer. It's interesting to hear about their experiences. Plus, they're willing to fork over any data they might have on 'em. So I'm completely focused on our mission."

"Still, we're trying to get out of this place before they terminate the Expendable Protocol. And that means getting out of here before anyone reaches the crystal-"

"And we will. I promise they won't get any closer just because I told them how to evade that dumb frog." You huffed, slithering off the crates and grabbing the nearby lantern. "I'll go pay Painter a visit. See what data he's gathered so far. You mind if I borrow this?"

"...why would I care?"

"Huh..impressive."

"What?"

"Oh nothing. I'm just glad we've moved past fighting over blacklights like toys." You grinned cheekily.

Sebastian's eye twitched. "I wish you'd stop reminding me of that.."

"Well you gave me the marks. So it's hard to forget." You chuckled, crawling into the vent and making your way to the heavy containment sector.

'They're probably gonna go chat up some other expendable.' He thought, annoyed as he went back to organizing his wares.

"Heads up."

"Who said tha---OH SHIT!!"

His ear fins perked up at the distant sounds of your shouting, which was quickly followed by a loud static buzz and a red light that he noticed sweeping through the adjacent room.

Seconds after that, your head popped back through the vent, your expression bewildered. "SEBASTIAN WHO THE HELL WAS THAT?!!"

"Oh? I thought you knew everybody here." He snickered. "He's just another acquaintance. Don't worry. You probably won't see him again."

"...I better not. Bye."

"Bye~"

[fushitoru]

rules + about me!

about me . . .

i'm a nineteen year old, and right now, i started this blog as a hobby to spend during my gap year.

next year, i'll be double majoring in math and computer science.

english is my second language. i can speak english, hindi, and spanish (but i don't speak the last two that well).

i live in america, but i was born and raised in india. i'm in the IST time zone right now.

as of right now, i only write for jjk.

my favorite anime is definitely jjk, but i mainly watch shoujo and sometimes shounen that i deem worthy of watching. for example, i've watched/watching aot and haikyuu.

i'm currently watching a lot of things, but i'm trying to get my way through haikyuu and heaven's official blessing.

some ground rules . . .

i block all unnecessary hate and performative type asks in my inbox on sight. don't try to get a rise out of me because you're not going to get a reaction. i'm also a stan twitter veteran (on armytwt LMAOAO) so you're not going to faze me. however, if you genuinely have an issue with something i've said, feel free to send me an ask. just be respectful.

i don't speak on discourse. my blog is a place to talk about writing and jjk, so i don't want to clog it with unnecessary things like that. please don't ask for my opinion on anything. if i ever do post something, i usually delete it in like an hour, lol.

i yap a lot about ideas i want to write someday. do not steal any one of my ideas. those are mine that i will be turning into a fic.

please ask for my permission whenever using my work for ai chat bots/anything ai.

i don’t age up characters in my writing. I don’t write dark content like pedophilia, yandere, noncon, incest, stepcest etc. i also don't write for mahito. i also don't write tragic endings or cheating fics. however, if you're someone who harasses authors for writing dark content, it tells me you're here to not to consume media and to move on by blocking, but to stir drama. it would be better for you to just block me, i don't really want to interact with you or have you on my page.

please put your age in your bio and don't be a blank blog.

please don't spam like (5-6 likes at a time) WITHOUT also spam reblogging. if you rb and like, i have no problem bc rb-ing will help me avoid getting shadow banned.

plagarism is not allowed. reposts are not allowed. ask for permission if you’re looking to translate any of my works. i'm only on ao3 (user fushit0ru) and tumblr.

please don't ask me to be mutuals. if you're a writer or someone who interacts with me fairly often, i'll probably follow you back. i prefer to do it naturally.

please don’t vent abt srs topics. im a teenager (19) i do not have the emotional maturity to give good advice my frontal lobe hasn’t even fully developed yet 😭 you are more than welcome to vent about non serious topics (i.e. friend drama, dating drama, school, work, procrastination, bed rotting, etc) where you’re looking for empathy and not for advice tho!

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - February 3rd

w anon, misunderstanding anon (new), thoughts anon (tw: abuse), confession ig anon (new), guess anon (tw: abuse)

W Anon

Hey cas!

Not exactly a vent today, it's writing advice/support

I have this idea for a marauders fic I wanna write. Its something I think I could write well and I want to create it for other people to read. But I haven't written a lot of fanfic, mostly because I feel weird writing about charecters other people see differently. And not in the jkr sense like idc so much abt og authors tho I do plan to follow some canon, more the problem is I just feel really hesitant to put my work up in a place where other people *also* write about the exact same charecters and have equal rights to me in terms of its not like they're my charecters, because I don't want other people's vision to affect mine. Idk. I know I could just not share but I feel like it fills a hole in the vast tapestry of fan fic cause if it didn't, I could just go read abt it instead of having to write it. I went through a list of all the named marauders Era charecters and figured I'd pick a couple to use that don't feel so fleshed out in fanon so that I don't have to stress abt that aspect of it. Basically I love barty as a charecter and I feel like my idea of him matches enough that I can write him, but not so much like remus or lily or like Marlene and Mary and the other female charecters? Especially for the girls there seems to be so little Canon but they always seem written so complexely it scares me.

Also parents by yungblud was actually written by barty I don't make the rules.

-W

Honestly, I think you should write about and post about whoever you want! Why do other people in fandom have more of a right to characters than you do? (Hint: they don't.) You have every right to write characters how you want, and I guarantee you that someone out there will love how you write them BECAUSE it's different. And anyone who doesn't can use the back button or fuck right off.

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Misunderstanding Anon

Okay. So, I accidentally had a small misunderstanding with an only partial acquaintance at the time and it accidentally turned into one of the biggest lies I've ever told?

At first I just let it go because like... what does it matter? It's not like it's really going to make a difference anyway? And we're not even friends so who cares?

But now we're like months into our relationship and what had started off as it wouldn't matter has slowly turned into, well fuck how am I supposed to tell him now??

And it's not a big lie either! As an example it would be like he assumed I was vegetarian and I wasn't, but now it gets brought up so much and my anxiety had just kinda forced me into pretending it's true so now I'm like fuck is this my life from now on?

Because it's gotten to the point where it just feels like this HUGE secret and I know you'll say to come clean, but what if he hates me for lying this whole time?

I could try to explain that it really was a misunderstanding at first, and I know it wasn't right of me to not correct it when things started getting serious, but he's so big about honesty and I'm just so worried this would make us fall apart?

Its just over something SO stupid and I have no idea what I'm going to do??

*anyone else seeing this is free to jump in too if you have thoughts😭*

Hi <3

Okay so this is honestly (ha) a really hard situation because there's no easy answer. But let's think of the possibilities.

Let's say you don't say anything. Then from there, he could either never find out and you continue to feel guilty like this (doesn't sound fun) or he DOES find out, but from someone else. I think probably wouldn't end up good.

Let's say you DO say something. He could get mad, yeah. But at least you're in control of when and where that happens. And maybe if you write something out, similarly to how you did here, he'll understand and your relationship will be okay.

So yea...there's no easy decision. But I'm not gonna lie, I think you should tell him. Especially if it's a small thing, I think the odds are you can get through it if you tell him on your own.

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Thoughts Anon

Hi hon <3

I'm so sorry about what happened with you and V.

Here's the thing, I'm not sure how much YOU can do. If V's parents are doing something abusive (like...from a legal standpoint) then what I would suggest is to have V's friend who lives nearby report them. But ONLY do that if you're sure you can prove the abuse. Because if not, that'll just piss them off more.

If you can't prove abuse, then the best thing to do, sadly, is to wait. Because if you keep trying to contact her, her parents could see and it could make them angrier. Try to stay in contact with her through her friend to know she's okay and leave it at that. I'm sure she'll eventually find a way to contact you <3

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Justify Anon

Hi, it's justify anon again (sorry)

So one of my close school friends had to fly out to another country the other day because her grandpa was ill (it's the middle of the term, so not really convenient) and I found out this morning that he died. You don't have to answer this if it's triggering or upsetting or anything, but if you do, I'd really appreciate it if you could give me some advice on how to be there for her when she comes back.

Thank you, I hope you have a great day <3

Hi <3

I think just reminding her that you're there to talk to, and also asking questions about good memories of him. I've found that people who've lost loved ones tend to like to talk about the good times, like relive good memories. So you can be there to listen to those <3

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Confession ig anon

I'm just gonna put the first part of your ask

hey cas, I've sent some asks before but under a diff name, because this isn't smth I want to really talk about a lot it's just kind of a confession ig?

Okay I'm not trying to negate your feelings at all, but i'm going to very gently suggest that maybe you're confusing enjoying attention with actual feelings. It's okay to enjoy attention, but that doesn't mean you have genuine feelings of attraction, you know? And like you said...hormones can do crazy things. I say this because when you mention him, you have only talk about how he treats you, not anything about him or who he is as a person.

So maybe you can keep in mind how you like to be treated, and look for someone who treats you that way, that you also like as a person and is healthy for you.

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Guess Anon

Hi Cas,

Guess Anon here

It's okay that you didn't see it - I was debating sending this for a good week before I saw him and only plucked up the courage the night before so its mostly my fault - I know you get a lot of asks as well too.

I just don't want him to find out that I'm repeatedly lying to him cause that'll make him more and more angry, and trust me that isn't safe.

Luckily my sister goes back to University soon, and generally he only sees us when its the both of us rather than just one kid, so hopefully I wont have to see him until whenever my sister visits. I also rely on him a bit (?) He pays like £13 child support per kid per month - but only if the kid is in education, hence why he's still paying for my sister thats in Uni - which means as soon as he knows that I'm not in college, my mum will receive £13 less - which yes, isnt much, but also we are really poor. He could pay more and I know he could, when we go out he's always buying me and my sister stuff (probably to lovebomb(?) us into hanging out with him)

I hope that when he finds out, he isn't violent, but this is the man that was very violent to me when I was a baby, so I know my hopes wont mean shit to him.

When he finds out, and if he is angry, I will probably message you if thats okay, and I'll come off of anon (obv you probably know who it is already, this is more for when you share it etc)

Thank you again Cas

Yes please keep me updated! Just remember that whatever you need to do to stay safe- lying, staying away from him, whatever, is totally valid. You don't owe him anything.

[aphverse-confessions]

Confessions Masterpost (DRAFT)

Hello!! Please enjoy this carefully curated guide to navigating through these confessions!

First and foremost, if u are here because the confessions annoy you, please be sure to block both this account and the "aphverse confessions" tag just to be extra safe! All confessions include that tag.

I also want to let u guys know that there are a LOT of tags. Like I made this SO hard for myself to keep track of. Please know I try to hit every relevant tag from the list below, but I will 1000% miss a few or more of the relevant tags. The most consistent tags are going to be characters, ships, feels (angies, happies, or sillies), and media tags. Because I remember that all those exists.

Lastly, this is marked as draft because it is missing hyperlinks! I don't feel like grabbing those all rn, but want to post this (finally) so people know what tags mean.

Now, the tag navigations

General Post Content:

Tags that decribe content not under specific character/ship/series tags such as the length or the purpose

NSFW?! - Posts that contain sex, drugs, or other suggestive themes. The question mark is because usually the post is subtle and idk what I'm doing. If someone actually sends me an explicit confession I will probably explode (protip)

Long! - this tag is for any confessions with multiple paragraphs. Entirely up to op (me!) if smth fits my idea of long. We have fun here

Angies - this tag is for all those angry/vent/upset confessions over relatively trivial things

Fandom angies - lots of confessions address the fandom as a whole. This tag is for people complaining abt general issues with the fandom, a subtag of angies

Happies - this tag is for happy/wholesome confessions

Sillies - this tag is for fun and silly confessions

Headcanons - tag for headcanon confessions, I do not do individualized character headcanon tags because I already made myself tag general character, love character, and hate character individual and I do not want to ALSO hc tag characters

Shipfessions - Name borrowed from my sister blog @aphblr-shipfessions (not run by me, only similar premise, hence sister blog like sister location), this includes any tags related to ships

Mys shipfessions, mcd shipfessions, mid shipfessions, and coco shipfessions are the subtags for this (some posts are unclear for what universe and do not receive subtags)

Hate shipfessions is another subtag for this

Series:

Tags grouping confessions by the series they pertain to

Minecraft Diaries (and it's adjacent tags) - for all confessions related to minecraft diaries (VP included)

Mystreet (and it's adjacent tags) - for all confessions related to Mystreet (PDH included)

Phoenix Drop High (and it's adjacent tags) - for all posts related to Phoenix Drop High (FCU included)

My Inner Demons (and it's adjacent tags) - for all confessions related to my inner demons

Side Stories - for all confessions related to the original side stories

Side Quests - for all confessions related to spinoff series of aphmau featuring the mcd/mys cast (ie mermaid tales/royale tales)

That one fucking series - for all confessions related to that one fucking series (aka small quickly abandoned series by aph not related to mcd/mys)

Cocomau - for all confessions related to current Aphmau videos (post 2020)

Nonaphmau media - Many people have used this blog for reach in finding old fics/accs/comics/etc, or confessing to consuming some fucked up Aphmau related media. This tag is for them. This tag also includes references to specific tumblr blogs/users

Media finding - specifically tackles the former use of this

Character Tags:

I try not to maintag characters if any hate is included, so I have devised my own tagging system for characters for u littler haters wanting to scroll through ur least fav characters confessions. I know tumblr’s tagging is generally fucked tho and “[character] tag” may appear in the “[character]” tag. Please block “[character] hate” or “[character] love” for preference.

Also worth noting for convenience I have grouped all divine warriors under the same tag (Shad and Irene do have individuals) and have included the Jesson tag here in the character category.

If ur looking for mcd or mystreet specifically for a character, ur out of luck sorry I am not tagging that. Maybe harass me and I'll think abt it

A-Z (If alphabetized wrong, no it isn't)

-Op spells it LaurAnce and Sylvanna (correct me if double n is canonically incorrect) please notice this in both character and ship tags

-Nana is used to refer to the infamous "Kawaii~Chan" this includes ship names

Aaron Tag (hate or love)

Aphmau Tag (hate or love)

Blaze Tag (hate or love)

Brendan Tag (hate or love)

Dante Tag (hate or love)

Divine Warriors Tag (hate or love)

Donna Tag (hate or love)

Ein Tag (hate or love)

Elizabeth Tag (hate or love)

Emmalyn Tag (hate or love)

Eric Tag (hate or love)

Garroth Tag (hate or love)

Gene Tag (hate or love)

Irene Tag (hate or love)

Ivan Tag (hate or love)

Jesson Tag (hate or love)

Kai Tag (hate or love)

Kenmur Tag (hate or love)

Kiki Tag (hate or love)

Kim Tag (hate or love)

Liochant (hate or love)

Lo Tag (hate or love)

Melissa Tag (hate or love)

Modzilla Tag (hate or love)

Nana Tag (hate or love)

Laurance Tag (hate or love)

Logan Tag (hate or love)

Shad Tag (hate or love)

Sylvanna Tag (hate or love)

Teony Tag (hate or love)

Vylad Tag (hate or love)

Zane Tag (hate or love)

Zenix Tag (hate or love)

Zoey Tag (hate or love)

*character tag is used for ship posts but the love tag for that character is not usually used as the characters are not usually being discussed by themselves in those posts. Please know that to see ships with a character u will have to scroll through the general character tag. Please block the character hate tag if hate for ur favs bothers u (ships popular enough to have a name will be tagged as that ship)

**also not all characters have a hate/love tag, I just like consistency, please feel free to send hate/love to balance out my tagging system

Ship Tags:

The ships lucky enough to get the great honor of recognition by op (me!), for all ship related confessions please see shipfessions tag

A-Z

Aarmau tag (hate or love)

Dana tag (hate or love)

Garmau tag (hate or love)

Garrance tag (hate or love)

Laurmau tag (hate or love)

Vylenix tag (hate or love)

X Confessor tag (hate or love)

Zana tag (hate or love)

Zanvis tag (hate or love)

Miscellaneous Tags:

Op (me!) is feeling silly and making life harder for themselves

❤️‍🔥 - Tag for the Valentine's special, a bunch of ship/Valentine's related confessions

- Confessions op (me!) Thinks are important!!

🤭 - Confessions op (me!) Left some silly little tags on

😳 - Confessions sent off anon!

My confessions - Original posts from op (me!)

🩷 - Posts about op (me!)

😵‍💫 - The old Aarmau countdown posts! An era may she rest in peace

*emojis picked based off op's (me!) commonly used emojis because I don't want random emojis in my frequent list

Op (me!) Is only one person. I will tag things wrong. Please politely leave an ask or comment if smth is missing a tag or has an incorrect tag.

This is a lot also like Jesus there is no way u read that entire thing! But I had to write it and then retroactively add ALL of those tags to posts I had already made! So please be nice to op (me!), I love u guys and am doing my best!

[the-one-who-lambs]

🐑🐑🐑 (3) (for the fic ask thingy in case this confuses u lmao)

3. What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?

This is... a long one. TL;DR: It took me a while but I finally, actually internalized that I don't need to set goalposts for myself and consistently move them.

Story's gonna get vulnerable and involve a few other people too. Many of y'all probably saw me go through a whole character arc but I've never really talked about how I felt about this (aside from a couple close friends).

Around July/August, I noticed my readership going down because I had just finished a big writing project and I was moving on to other stuff/trying to figure out what my next big thing was gonna be. I have always always written for myself but ngl, getting lots of consistent engagement and then suddenly not as much anymore made me wonder if I was doing something wrong, if the quality of my works were going down. I vented to a group of friends (including you lmao sorry Juliet) about it and they were like "chill it's the beginning of the semester and people are getting rly busy it's ok" and I was like "yeah makes sense" but nope, I had just plateaued and was dropping off a little for a couple months.

Around the same time, I posted about reaching some sort of milestone and got an anon (maybe well intentioned but it seemed kinda backhanded) that basically said "oh if you ACTUALLY have that many reads that makes you the most popular writer in the cotl fandom. I'm gonna place u above everyone else due to this metric I just kinda invented." And once I noticed my readership had stopped growing and just kinda leveled off/dropped a little bit it made me anxious. Sadly, "keeping others interested" with my writing wasn't really a concern of mine until this started bothering me

I did know that recognition was not the same thing as talent but silly perfectionist brain thought "oough you're the exception btw. you're just not interesting anymore and therefore you're probably not as good anymore lol"

Anyway. October rolls around. I start getting some asks comparing my writing to bamsara's, starting with them mentioning little details that sound very similar but realistically are coincidences because sometimes multiple writers see a theme/motif and we all start chewing it. Anyway, it's obvious that anon is just trying to start shit. Maybe they saw how I'd been kinda beating myself up abt my writing for a little while and tried to make me jealous of them. I don't know. It's probably not worth trying to understand tbh. I just delete the asks. I keep anons on just in case there's a genuine concern.

at this point I'm gonna interrupt to say EVERYTHING TURNS OUT OK I PROMISE and I'm not tagging you in case it's a sore spot but Sara if you're reading this I'm literally so sorry that me learning the lesson I got out of this involved you getting these nasty messages too.

Bam posts something kinda vague about how they get compared to some writers they've never read before. I hope this is a coincidence but alarm bells are going off and I keep this to myself.

Anon keeps doing this every once in a while for a few weeks; at first it looks like anon is accusing bamsara of copying me (???? like i said, we're just exploiting similar themes) and then it starts turning into basically "they're doing everything you're doing but better." Bam obviously hadn't done anything wrong, so I keep supporting them as I do the other writers in the fandom. Eventually the anon gets kinda pissy that I'm not envious or trying to tear someone else down or whatever. I've kept this mostly to myself and they don't like that.

So when they send an ask in mid-November and this had been going on for a few weeks I finally answer an ask to tell them to shut the hell up (gracefully) and then I forget about it and go to sleep. Wake up the next morning and uhhh. See Bam feels like shit because they got a really scathing message. Comments say it happened during a stream and I check it to see if it's the same anon and it is. Fuck on a stick. I literally burn myself out with anger over the next two days until I donate to their kofi as a peace agreement. They reach out and apologize for something they didn't do and it takes me until now to realize that literally nothing I have worried about over the past few months matters at all.

Anyway. It all turns out fine because we become mutuals and hype each other up. Kicker is, whoever it was forgot to turn off anon in Bam's askbox so we got to block them and I'm pretty sure they deactivated too lmao. I reached out to a bunch of writer friends and checked in with them to violently spread positivity and I've been trying to violently spread positivity as much ever since. Yay. Happy ending but sucks that this had to happen for me to crush my anxiety. Bam and I are buddies now and I've also befriended many more writers since, too. cotl writers we are unionizing.

[actual-changeling]

hi!! i’d like to thank u for bringing attention to the whole penandinkprincess thing.

as someone who hasn’t experienced a lot of trauma and grew up in a household where it wasn’t very much talked about, sometimes reading fics and not even realizing they’re being harmful or straight up disrespectful is an easy thing to do. I kind of just blindly believed pen knew what she was doing, that she was portraying things accurately, and that the topics she was including in her fics were ones that were being used in a respectful and thoughtful manner. I didn’t realize, until I started seeing complaints and your posts about her writing, that she might’ve been doing something wrong. Which is probably a fault on my part, but hey I’m still learning.

I’m obligated to believe you, someone who’s been through actual traumatic experiences and probably knows what they’re talking about, over pen, who I’ve come to realize hasn’t really talked about the way they write and other people’s feelings on them other than “hey, don’t like don’t read.”

not only is her writing probably triggering to people, like you said, it’s also telling people like me who aren’t very educated on the matter the wrong information. Yes, people should definitely do their own research when it comes to serious topics, but wrongly portrayed writings of trauma, mental health, panic attacks, dissociation, etc. etc. can still easily be spread to other authors who aren’t as familiar with the right way to write things. They might see a popular author who a lot of people read and enjoy the writings of and latch onto the way they write certain things instead of searching it up themselves, causing those people’s fics to start showing stereotypes and misinformation, which could then spread to people who read those fics, and on it goes.

so I’d just like to thank you for helping me realize I need to do less blind trusting and more thinking on my own and researching lol :)) (although don’t worry too much, I was still doing research while I read pen’s fics, apparently just not enough to realize she might be wrong). I’m hoping you’ve got a lot of other people to stop supporting pen bc of the problematic things people are realizing abt her, or at least have them think twice before agreeing to everything she says.

anyway I don’t know if you’re sick of talking abt pen or the things she’s doing, and I’m sorry if I’m talking abt it while that’s the case, but I just wanted to thank u and I hope u have a good rest of ur day

Definitely not sick of talking about it if people still need a space to process! It's been a rough few days and weeks and we all deserve some time to just vent and breathe.

Thank you for sharing your side of things, it is definitely interesting to hear about! Not realizing something is harmful until you learn/someone tells you is perfectly fine and normal, and I'm glad that you walked away from it more educated <3 That's really what makes the difference, listening to people instead of trying to play it off or ignoring it. If you have any questions my inbox and dms are open!

I hope the rest of your day is great, too!!

[wrongcaitlyn]

Hi I hope your week is going well !!

THE POLLEN UPDATE KILLED ME AND BROUGHT ME BACK TO LIFE UGHHHHHHH GOD THE PINING IN EVERY SENTENCE. Screaming wailing crying. literally bookbinding would not be enough I need to engrave thisinto my brain. THEYRE SO!!!!!!!!!!! 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 Also I love Kayla to BITS. PLEASE that last bit is so funny my poor girl. So excited to see the group chat explode (or something to that effect). ALSO I WAS SO SO happy to see Apollo being a bitch about the couch… god he really does have the same heart he did 20 years ago. The “this couldn’t be a dream because of the metal something or other poking him” line made me cackle out loud he’s such a petty bitch but now in all the best ways. unmovable part of himself. And good lord the mutual ignoring of Apollo being able to just simply not stay in TORONTO anymore let alone Darren’s APARTMENT LET ALONE HIS BED is so funny god these fools . You write the POVs of people in love with each other so so well . The touches. The physical descriptions. AUGH

Anyway sorry the question !! I was looking through the tgol Latricia lore and I love her and Apollo’s friendship so so much (sending him sobriety chips 🥺) . and bc we’ve heard about Latricia being there for Apollo / supporting him in various ways, I was wondering - how does he support / love Latricia in turn (aside from like buying Austin’s apartment and stuff) ?

AHHSDF THANK YOU SO MUCH <33 and no fr i love apollo changing in the ways that matter, growing up and maturing, but in the end he's still gonna be extremelyyyy annoying about the uncomfortable bed. which is totally validJSDFJ i'm so glad that you like the way i write these pov's!! a lot of times (esp in the side fics) it's my first time writing that pov so it always means a lot to hear that <3

and as for latricia, i think that the biggest thing that apollo does is just to be there for austin and be available, but i also think that latricia does entirely feel comfortable just calling him up every now and then to vent about whatever is frustrating her abt her job/students/anything that's going on in her life. apollo isn't really the best at advice, but he's there to listen, and he doesn't ever judge bc well- latricia's seen apollo at his worst moments, so yk. but just being there, both for her and for austin, is what helps the most

[cutebunnys50]

Life is OK again, someone else made fanart of my fic and that makes me extremely happy so that nullifies my annoyance abt X being a stupid website, once I get access back I'll definitely spotlight it 🥰 (fingers crossed it's fast)

Edit: I did start genuinely feeling bad bc it feels like every time I take a step forward and feel cheerful again, something happens that takes me three steps back and I have to like brute force my way through that somehow through one of the various methods I employ but it's still annoying that it happens. xD I've been flip flopping a lot these past few days and it's probably gonna keep me stressed out until the month ends, but the funny thing is, the suspension literally happened as I was feeling cheerful again and was gonna share something about an old song I found, so like, wow, way to randomly rain on my parade. 🫤

This is the sort of thing that automatically reverses anything negative I feel though so that's crazy, it's happening again, I'm legit flip flopping between feeling good and feeling bad wwww

I'm not gonna vent like this again cuz im not the type of person who enjoys being public but that was my safe space,,,, damn,,,,

at least this nullifies everything. that's the only thing that matters, thank u;;;;;

bottling stuff up cant possibly be good so i'll see how i feel tonight xD

[sovereignofsoup]

"hey guys, i know i haven't updated in years but harley quinn kidnapped me and apparently if i don't update she'll do it again, which normally i'd be pretty happy with but she abandoned me in the middle of fUCKING ARIZONA!?!?"

"i keep seeing a lot of venting in the comments and uhh... this is a scriddler fluff fic so please stop? ive set up a sideblog called "@fuck-scarecrow-official" for venting so please go there"

"i was not expecting so much support for this crackship but apparrently the people want more King Shark/Martian Manhunter"

"dont @ me about any innaccuracies in my aquaman/flash actor au, my landlord explained the industry to me but i was a bit distracted because i could see my landlord's hand sticking out of the bin behind him so i think it was clayface?? landlord was a shit so absolute win honestly"

"no beta we die like me - sorry abt the late upload i only came back last week"

"hi! if you're here to vent you ARE IN THE WRONG PLACE, this is @scarecrow-fuckers-official PLEASE GO ELSEWHERE to @fuck-scarecrow-official"

"apparently the signal reads my fic because oracle spoke through my printer asking me to update on his behalf, yay for new nightmare fuel i guess?? also sorry to that green arrow guy i hit yesterday i was just getting rid of my printer i didn't expect you to be climbing out of that manhole"

"hey guys i moved to a new apartment (i used to live where j-street was) but i think my new landlord is clayface, he's really bad at hiding it ngl"

"damn, batman showed up on my fire escape and told me to stop posting fics where he fucks the batmobile so i might have to change my url :( no more @Batmobile-fucker-official i guess"

how crazy do you think the AO3 authours notes are in gotham?

"Joker killed my grandma with a reindeer whilst playing 'grandma got run over by a reindeer' and i don't think i can continue to write this JokerBat fic anymore guys sorry :/ it just feels disrespectful."

“Look, I get if Batman/Clark Kent isn’t your cup of tea, but the guy writes more about Batman than anyone else outside of Gotham. There’s got to be a reason, is all I’m saying.”

“And here I am, jumping on the Batman/Bruce Wayne train like the rest of our beloved hellhole. Anyway, if you’re not from Gotham you can keep your criticisms to yourself or I will not be held responsible for the bloodshed that will occur should you insult our beloved sunshine child and his goth sugar baby. You don’t know them like we do.”

“Hey, sorry I haven’t updated in awhile. I died and then got caught up in this whole my-father-didn’t-avenge-me angst thing. Which was completely justified in my opinion. Anyway…”

“Let’s be honest, this entire series is dedicated to the fact that Red Hood could crush any of us with his thighs and we’d say thank you.”

“I just read a fic shipping Nightwing/Superman and I mean, come on. The author is clearly not from Gotham but I can never unsee that and I think I should be entitled to financial compensation.”

“Sorry it’s been awhile, I just got a new job! With the Best Boss™️ (if you know, you know). Also, my boss said he’d give a hundred bucks if I wrote a Batman bashing fic? Thoughts? Ngl I don’t think it’d even be that hard.”

“‘WHy aRE yoU WriTIng ABouT FakE SupERheROes WHen THe rEAl oNEs aRE riGHt tHEre?’ Uh, because it’s Gotham and they’re all a disaster? And also because I don’t want to be haunted by the venegeful spirits of robins past idk. Thinking of doing a crossover though. Batman in the Avengers? Thoughts?”

“I just want my husband Nightwing to be happy, is that too much to ask?”

“I came across Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy on my way home from school today and will now be hyperfixating on that ship, thanks.”

“Leave me and my 235k word fic of Prince!Bruce/Knight!Batman alone you Metropolis and Superman-loving traitors. This is not for you.”

[universal-kitty]

How about Godot?

Also, I hope you feel better soon 💖

   The door clicked open and- with a relieved sigh- Rachel was finally home. As much as they appreciated being with friends, making connections, it all left them too...anxious. Did the others really like them? Was there any friendships left to build on? Was it a wasted effort, better spent alone? What if they didn’t even want them around, tolerating them only because they still had one tie to the group, and so they put up with the unwanted shenanigans because of their friendship...?

   Anxiety swirled in their gut as they set down their backpack with a sigh, trying to find some joy in the pink front of the bag, showing off the inside array of fictional characters they cared too much about.

   To no avail. It didn’t lessen the anxiety and rising panic in the slightest.

   “Well, there’s a sight for sore eyes... Welcome home, Kitten.” That caught Rachel’s attention, looking up to see the visor of their boyfriend, Godot. The former Diego Armando... Legally still was, but you’d never much hear him acknowledge those “old days,” as he said. They were over with. Godot is all that remained.

    “Hey, Godot...” He eased things, but not by enough. Something noted in the way his head tilted, staring them down behind the visor. Rachel was used to this, by now; the constant switching of is he looking versus is he not? Today, however, it isn’t a question.

   He sees a lack of energy and they know it.

   “Something wrong?” He asks at last, stepping closer and slipping his hands onto their hips. It’s their favorite way to be held, sighing softly in comfort as they lean into him, head resting on his chest.

   “Yes...and no. No, because I think I’m just overthinking it. This shouldn’t be a big deal... But at the same time, I’m not sure I’m doing the right thing.”

   “Oh?”

   “Yeah... I mean, I wanted this! I wanted to be included in a friend group again. I wanted to lessen the hurt that he...had so much fun without me. Cause I don’t have a group of friends to hang out with around here... You know? But suddenly, amidst a game and realizing I still don’t know how to talk to people... I don’t know!!” Rachel sucked in a harsh breath, shaking slightly under his touch. Quietly, he moved his hands up, pulling them closer to him and noting how their hands tightly gripped his shirt. “I want to believe they want me around, but... I feel like I don’t belong, still. I wonder if anyone wants me there at all.

   “...I just want to belong somewhere, Godot... I don’t want to keep being like this, but it’s so, so hard to...” It wasn’t a surprise that a few tears escaped, crying softly into his tie. He was relieved that he didn’t have his coffee at the time, at least; able to kneel down a bit in order to sweep up his distressed datemate into his arms and move away from the entrance, back over into the living room.

   Taking a seat with his Kitten in his lap, arms wrapping around them in the way he knew they liked best and doing what his visor would allow of pressing his face close to their’s. Perhaps not the best attempt with such a machine on his face, but he worked with what he could.

   “Your anxiety... It’s a too-hot cup,” he mused thoughtfully, loud enough to be heard over the muffled sobs. “You can’t drink from it so quickly, or you will only get burned. Even if they don’t last long in the views of others, the burns on your heart never heal the same, do they? We both know this sort of pain, but you, Kitten, have it happen more than I do... Your brain works overtime. Don’t let it.

   “I know it’s hard to do. Took me a long while to figure it out, myself. Time inside and out of jail... Don’t need jail time to know what I’m going to tell you though, right?”

   A pause settled and though the tears hadn’t quite stopped, the harsh breathing was steadying and so were the sobs. A slow calm as they came down from scarier heights...and Godot, still patiently waiting for them to answer.

   “That... That I, um, should...work past my anxiety? And keep trying?” Rachel’s meek voice was so cute, but not quite the answer he sought.

   “Close, but not quite, Kitten. Work past your anxiety, by all means. However, if things aren’t working out for you, stop. You can’t force yourself to like black coffee with how sweet you are... Don’t force yourself to give some of that sweetness into other’s cups who don’t even deserve it.” Rachel paused, looking up at him and the tight line his lips had become. His tone had suddenly become biting and while it was certainly in part because of the situation at hand...

   “...You deserve it, though. Don’t bring yourself down with me, babe,” they said, voice soft as they stroked his prickly cheek of stubble, fingertips caressing the skin below the edge of his visor. He shuddered, but stayed quiet. “...I guess you’re right. I shouldn’t force myself, it’s just-”

   “Leave the worries to Trite,” he pointed out, a grin slowly spreading on his lips. Though the two had long settled their differences, hearing Godot refer to his old “rival” Phoenix as “Trite” meant he was teasing again...and purposefully aiming for smiles. (None yet, but the look Rachel gave him for it was good enough.) “We’ll eventually get back home to California. There’s some good friends of ours there, isn’t that right? Edgeworth, Rhodes, Wright, the Feys... Things will get better, Kitten. No need to fuss about life, when life works itself out all the time. With or without our help.”

   “...I suppose.”

   “I’m right.” Another grin as they sighed, wiping away remaining tears that lingered on their lashes. The grin settled as he watched them, affection only growing in his eyes at how Rachel was settling down; tired, still a little tense, but doing better, step by step.

   Those beginnings of recovery were all his heart needed.

   “...Thanks, babe. ‘m love you.” A pause, looking up at him suddenly. “...Can I take your visor off? I wanna see you.”

   “I won’t be able to see you, though,” Godot pointed out, tilting his head; a visual way to show the arched brow under the visor. Rachel seemed a little sheepish at the reminder, but pushed on.

   “I know...but I want to see you. Just for a little bit...! I’ll put it on after, okay?” There was a gentle persistence in their words. Easy enough to say no to, to promise “some other time” and enjoy the moment in it’s red visuals. The only vision he had left...

   The only issue is he long found himself not wanting to deprive his love of even the little things. Even if it meant his vision for a few minutes...

   Godot sighed. “Alright, I suppose... But afterwards, you’re putting it back on and I’m making us coffee.”

   “Deal,” was their speedy response, moving so that they straddled his lap, hands beelining for the familiar clips that kept the visor on his face. With the removal of it, his vision was gone...but Rachel had described his most recent appearance to him not that long ago, at least.

   Skin was still tan, but looked a little paler thanks to the visor and lack of sunlight. His eyes had become glossy, pale from the damage the poison had done to his eyes. A true blind man, far as he could tell. And a more recent addition, a streak of still-noticeable white from one side of his face to the other, crossing the bridge of his nose; a scar from when Dahlia’s channeled spirit had struck him across the face with a blade.

   They insisted it added to his charm, but Godot was unsure of that. (Still, suppose if his Kitten says so, it might have to be true. That, and they insisted Mia would’ve agreed. He was sure on that much, at least. Perhaps they were right, after all...)

   He sighed at the darkness, the warmth traveling over his face in the form of fingers and the faintest feeling of their breath. Those his eyes moved, he saw nothing...but for some reason, the weirdo liked watching his eyes move. Never could explain it beyond, “It’s cool to see them move... I love your eyes. That’s...really all there is to it, I suppose.”

   “...I love you,” they murmured again, Godot breathing in when the air around him warmed, hair tickling his cheek. Moving in for a kiss? He was just finding his mind again to reply in kind when their lips were over his, gentle and just slightly chapped. (Where had their chapstick gone, the goof?) He kissed back, a hand threading through their hair and getting a firm hold on it once his fingers peeked through the strands.

   Hearing their shaky breaths when they pulled away made him smile a little, listening to it a moment longer. Feeling the warmth of their breaths and the slight heat of their face. Blushing? Wouldn’t surprise him any; Rachel tended to light up like a candle around him... So, so easily. Really gave him an ego boost, if he was honest.

   “I love you, too, Kitten.” He took a risk in giving them a return peck and- whether by luck or assistance- he made it. “Now, why don’t you put my visor back on? I promised coffee and... I think some cuddling will have to be in the plans for today.” The excited, soft squeak was all he needed to hear, laughing softly as Rachel quickly start getting his visor back onto his face, already thinking up other plans for later to help his Kitten cheer up a little more... Even if they would be hot enough to put their coffee to shame~

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

i'm cry laughing some people on twitter are now saying "izzy bashing" needs to be tagged in fics. how did these people ever survive watching this show where izzy is the CANON ANTAGONIST i'll never know

benefit of the doubt but i think most of them have gotten to this point gradually. when they first watched the show they were not attached to izzy the way they are now. i know for a lot of people it was blorbo at first sight with izzy but i've also seen izzy enjoyers say they didn't like him at first, and then fandom made them care about him.

like i'm pretty sure for a lot of ppl it started off with isolating themselves from ppl who made posts that they didnt like, like ppl who criticized ofmd for being based on two real people with direct connections to actual real-world slave trade (which is an incredibly valid thing to criticize abt ofmd).

another one that i think funneled a lot of fans towards being so delusionally attached to izzy was people pointing out or complaining about the disproportionate amount of fan content for izzy compared to prominent characters of color—which is a consistent issue in fandom no matter what the media, and is also a very easy one for people to be uncomfortable with whenever they see it get pointed out. people venting that "fans care too much abt this white man" often make fans who care abt that white man very defensive right off the bat, and then rather than engage with why they feel defensive or question if maybe their enjoyment of this character is fueled by implicit bias (which it might not be, to be clear! im not saying—and i have never said—that everyone who enjoyes izzy likes him for racist reasons), they stop listening to the conversation abt white favoritism and continue blorboposting as much as they want. it's incredibly easy for fans to brush off this convo as "just starting drama" and avoid the topic altogether because "fandom is for fun!" and they dont want to think abt difficult topics like racism and implicit bias, they just want to enjoy their blorbos in peace.

so they kept narrowing the takes they were seeing until they were in an echo chamber that kept moving more and more towards complete woobification of izzy hands. these people are now looking at the show entirely through izzy's pov, making posts abt how sad it is that none of the other characters are ever nice to him, how frustrating the show is from his perspective, how it feels to be deeply in love with someone who doesn't love you back. they've stared at gifs of con's micro-expressions and read angsty fanfiction and looked at endless izzy fanart and their entire ofmd fandom experience revolves around empathizing with this one character even tho the show itself continually makes him the butt of the joke.

at this point, telling these people to rewatch the show doesn't even matter. they've spent so much time over-analyzing every single one of izzy's scenes to the point where the emotional responses they get from these scenes are not the emotional responses anyone would have watching the show for the first time. they've warped the entire first season to fit their version of the show and are forgetting how often the show itself bashes izzy.

and the icing on the cake is the trolling. there's like, one or two people on here who go around sending anon hate and leaving nasty comments on instagram posts and harassing people on twitter for... like, i would say "for liking izzy" or even "for saying positive things about izzy" but like. i've gotten these messages, and the most sympathetic i've ever been to izzy was the post i made like "maybe he's mean bc he has chronic IBS. i'd actually understand him more if that were the case." so when i get these messages it's easier for me to just laugh them off bc it's so obviously just someone trying to make me upset, but people who do care about izzy (a lot of them being the same people who avoided engaging with the "why does fandom care so much abt white characters" convo) get these absolutely horrible messages about how they deserve to get hate crimed and they should kill themselves. and these fans who didn't want to even see vaguely negative posts abt izzy bc they just want to enjoy fandom in peace are now like "im targeted for just liking a character!"

so that's how we get to people saying that "izzy bashing" needs to be tagged. never mind that their definition of "bashing" almost certainly includes things that are not bashing but are just things that contradict the way they headcannnon him.

[divinegrey]

ʙʟᴜᴇ ɪɴᴋ / ᴊɪɴx x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

to celebrate six hundred followers :)

prompt: @pinkroulette and @rosevela talked abt jinx's tattoos and how part of them are underneath her crop top, so i wrote this about it. jinx is an adult in this fic so don't come trying to bite my head off.

words: 2257

warnings: professional nudity, cursing, typical jinx hijinks

You send out your last customer with a smile after he coughs up a neat five hundred coins in payment. Now, don’t get it wrong, he’s only paying you that much because you just spent the past two hours finishing the detailing and shading on his arm piece.

You slide the pile of credits into a bag and lock it away. With an exhale, you begin your tedious clean-up process. It’s finally the end of a long day of work, and you have things to do before you can leave and walk back home to your modest apartment. Things including cleaning the chair, reorganizing the ink, cleaning out the machine…

Nobody ever said being a solo tattoo artist in the boundary between Zaun and Piltover was easy. There’s a lot of money in the business, but there’s also the constant risk of your head being shot off because a Zaunite doesn’t like their tattoo, or being sued because a Piltie doesn’t like their tattoo.

Both have nearly happened on several occasions. You’ve been more cautious since then. You go and lock the door to your shop and flip the sign on the window to closed before returning back to your original position.

You kneel behind your counter to clean up some bins you’ve been meaning to organize since you started throwing random shit in them a few weeks ago. You hate messes— it’s one of your biggest pet peeves when you see clutter, so having these junk bins has really gotten on your nerves.

“The fuck even is this?” you mutter to yourself. “Trash. Trash. More trash. God, where the fuck did I get this stuff?”

With a huff, you start tossing some things into the trash bin, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear heavy boots and nails tapping on glass.

Didn’t I lock the door?

Maybe you didn’t lock it all the way. You straighten up, saying, “Sorry, we’re closed right now, the sign on the door said—”

You stop when you take in the woman in front of you. Powder blue hair, shining blue eyes, a grin that looks crazed and manic.

“Jinx,” you say, putting your hands on the glass counter. “You saw the sign on the door, didn’t you?”

Let’s get something straight; you’ve run into Jinx before. Frankly, you’ve known her for a while, if you can count her coming in every now and then to snoop on your stuff when you aren’t looking. You don’t remember why she ever came in the first place, but now you’ve just gotten used to her appearing whenever she pleases.

She’s a frankly comforting presence, despite what people say about her.

“Came through the vents, cutie,” Jinx says brazenly. She twists herself to sit on the counter then spins her legs to face you. She glances past you. “Looks like an empty place. Got a spot open for a tat?”

“I’m closed,” you reply.

Jinx leans closer. “I’ll pay double your rate if you do it right now.”

You cross your arms, drawling, “I’m interested. How big?”

Jinx moves her finger over her right arm, up her shoulder, over her chest, then down to her hip. She tosses you a wink. “Plus some on the back too.”

“You’ll have to cough up a lot of money if you’re paying double. This’ll be more than one session if you want it to look good,” you explain, wondering how Jinx will pay for something that’ll cost her thousands of dollars and give you rent for your shop for three months alone.

Meanwhile, Jinx just swings her legs back and forth, taking you in with a gaze that could be considered flirtatious. You just brush it off because A) she might shoot you if you don’t comply with her demands (happens often) and B) you’re a professional.

“Silco’s money, ain’t it?” Jinx retorts.

You sigh. “Fair enough. Get on the chair. Tell me what you want then pay up.”

Jinx hops down from the counter and walks past you, dragging the tip of her nail on the front of your clothes. It causes a sharp inhale from your chest; this is common behavior for her. Part of her coming around to your shop to bother you included her making flirty remarks. That is… if comments about how hot you’d look choking someone with the wire of a tattoo gun can count as a flirty remark.

Jinx lays down on the chair, moving her long braids out of the way. She starts chattering about the tattoo she wants and you take it in, absorbing the information and suggesting critiques while waiting for your coffee to brew in the backroom. You’re going to need some energy to get through this. While you’re at it, you get yourself and her a snack— the last thing you need is for Jinx to pass out while you’re tattooing her.

You get the gist of what she wants, and you begin. Large clouds on her forearms that wrap around in a wind pattern to her shoulder. Jinx, to her credit, takes it like a champ. Barely any complaints from her, though you suspect she has a high pain tolerance if the scars littered about her body are any sort of indication.

You stick to doing the linework, establishing where the tattoos are. You can fill them in when she comes back at a later time. When you check the time, you notice that three hours have passed of you and Jinx talking while you do her tattoo. Huh. It’s not common for you to feel like no time has passed at all while you’re working. Jinx is different like that.

“Alright, we can do your chest part now, or we can do it last since I still have to do your stomach and your hip,” you say, wiping her collarbone clean of any ink. Much to your surprise, Jinx just sits up and reaches behind her, unsnapping the band of her crop-top (bra?) and pulling it off.

You look straight up to the ceiling.

“Hey, I’m not shy, if that’s what you’re insinuating,” Jinx says, lowering herself back down to the table.

“Just— would’ve appreciated a warning. Do you want nipple stickers?”

You’re a professional!

“Nah, I don’t need ‘em if you don’t need ‘em. Sounds like they’d get in the way,” Jinx says. You put down your tattoo gun and peel off your gloves to make sure the blinds are closed. You feel Jinx’s eyes on you the entire time. You turn down the main lights a tad (the brightness hurts your eyes this late), prompting Jinx to comment, “Setting the mood, cutie?”

“If we’re going to be here all night, might as well,” you say. You make sure to wash your hands before pulling on a fresh pair of gloves. You take a seat on your stool and grab your tattoo gun. “You trust me to freehand this?”

“I’ve been coming to your shop for a while, I trust ya with anything,” Jinx says. You make a humming noise, gently raising her arm to get a better angle while yes, staring at her breasts. No, you won’t think about the color of her skin or her nipples. You’re a professional.

You start working.

“Enjoying the view?”

Damn it.

“I would if you would stop moving around so much,” you reply. “Am I going to have to strap you to the chair?”

“Got a safeword for that, cutie?” Jinx’s reply is immediate and frankly, you should’ve seen that coming from Jinx. With no verbal reply available at the tip of your tongue, you just huff to yourself. Keep moving. You’re going to get paid a shit ton for this.

You gauge Jinx’s reactions as you move the needle over her skin. You know fully well how sensitive this area can get, especially when it gets closer to the bonier, less fleshy bits near the ribs. Shit, when you were getting tattooed in this area, even you had to take breaks, and you’d like to think your tolerance to tattoo needles is higher than most.

Jinx’s brows pinch together, the first little noise of discontent slipping out of her mouth when you press the tattoo gun onto the side of her breast where the bone is more prevalent than fatty tissue.

“Take a deep breath,” you murmur softly. Jinx inhales, her rib cage expanding, then exhales. You don’t know what possesses you to say the next thing out of your mouth; “Good girl. Good, keep doing that.”

Jinx’s entire body shakes at that, and you’re thankful you pulled your tattoo gun back in anticipation. She takes another breath and you get back to work. You won’t admit that you listen keenly to the sound of her breathing. The linework is intricate, you have to take care to keep the pattern moving in the same motion as wind would take through the air. It’s a rhythm.

“Fuck,” Jinx whispers when you put your fingers on the side of her breast to get a better angle on her ribs. It gives you pause.

“Are you okay? Need to stop?” You pull the tattoo gun away. “We’ve been doing this for a while, we can stop. I’ve done a lot today.”

We could easily finish this in another session, maybe two depending on how long we take, you think to yourself, not realizing that Jinx is breathing fairly heavily until you take her in fully, laying down on the leather chair with her arm resting on your shoulder because you put it there to get better access. Her fingers are playing with the hairs on your neck, you notice. The feel of her nails on your skin is just barely noticeable.

“Jinx?”

“Fine, cutie, ‘m fine, just…” Jinx turns to look at you, an obvious flush on her face. “Bit off more than I can chew, I think.”

“This is your first tattoo, isn’t it?” You say, more of a statement rather than a question.

“Yup.”

“Makes sense,” you say, turning off the ink machine and putting the tattoo gun down. You get some soap. “We’ll finish this in a week, how about that? Come back at—” you quickly glance at your schedule for next week. “Three in the afternoon. I’ll book you out for the rest of the day.”

When you turn back, Jinx is sitting up. You’re eye-level with her now and your throat goes dry. She’s staring at the lines on her arm with a little bit of awe and wonder.

“You like them so far?” You ask.

“They look fuckin’ fantastic,” Jinx says, a chipper grin coming onto her face. In addition, she looks tired— anyone would be after having needles jabbed into their skin for four hours straight. You give her a polite smile before wiping down her arm and shoulder with antibacterial soap, then wrapping it in cling foil to protect it from the elements (especially the chemical fumes in Zaun). When it comes to cleaning her chest, you have to steel yourself for any witty remarks she might make but… none come.

What a surprise.

“Definitely can’t wear the crop top you came in, the fabric will aggravate your tattoo too much,” you say. “Did you bring anything loose? A shirt?” Jinx shakes her head and frankly, you’re not about to let her go walk shirtless back to wherever dwelling she lives in. With a grunt, you reach over your head and pull off the garment you’d been wearing. There are ink stains on the sleeves, and when you help put it on Jinx, it’s practically half her size alone. It’ll work. You say, “There. Just bring that back next time, it’s one of my favorites.”

“I’ll take good care of it, cutie,” Jinx says with a wink, standing up from the chair. You do the same, anticipating the wooziness before she does. Gently, you catch her by the ink-free arm.

“Careful.”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Jinx says, batting you away. “Now, how much of a dent am I putting in Silco’s pocket?”

“Deposit is a thousand. Plus a thousand more for today’s work.”

“Sheesh.”

“I run a tight ship, Jinx, we made a deal,” you say. To her credit, Jinx does give you the money, and lord, you’re going to be set for a while because of this. You’ve just about finished putting it away when you stand up and Jinx is still there. “Somethin’ you need?”

“I forgot the last part of the payment.”

“You didn’t—”

Your words are cut off when Jinx grabs you by your neck (probably because of the whole missing shirt thing) and brings your lips down onto hers. The first thing you notice is the taste of candy and sugar, the sweetness on her lips addicting to a level that you hadn’t expected. Holy shit, you’re kissing Jinx. When Jinx finally lets go, your mouth is slick and you can taste her on your tongue and in the back of your throat.

“Aw, you look cute, all shocked and surprised. See you next week, cutie!” Jinx pats your cheek before walking out of your shop.

It leaves you alone, recovering from the shock, and wondering how the hell did I get here? You turn to try and find Jinx, but she’s long gone before you have any words to say other than—

“Holy fuck,” you say.

A smile comes to your face without even realizing it. You’re exhausted, and you still have to clean up, but shit, you’re excited for next week.

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A/N: this was pretty fun to write!!! i tried to do my best while also keeping it mostly sfw. tattoo artists gotta stay professional ya know?

[dinoplantsghost]

yk, abt the slowburn thing, i genuinely have no idea how i want to divide the story up, because i only have up to the group's fifth year and a general outline for the following summertime. i want the story to go through whatever years they have left, and maybe some years after the fact, with the way chapters are going i think that would take so long bro like it sounds like i'm going to have to take this fic into like my first year of college/uni or whatever tf

like in my drafts i have about 46.4k words, and i'm only just 4.5k words in for the 14th chapter and the story is only about halfway through their fifth year

we're gonna yolo though bc i wanna finish this project so bad

also for the trio's character sheets, i don't know if i want to be as detailed with theirs as i was with the sheets of the main characters. i'm going to be very vague when i say that two of the three characters in the trio are heavily based off actual people i know (or once knew), and i've already incorporated a lot of real life events into the plot and i also feel like that would give away anything i have for the future. out of the little-to-no respect i have for one of those people, i want to minimize venting/sh*ttalking (let's ignore that i'm lowkey doing it rn) because writing this story already provides me that outlet.

on another note, school is coming up next month and i'm dreading the halt in my creative process as i can already feel myself breaking out at the thought of the burnout and stress.

anyways this is just me yapping to myself tbh, hello to anyone who might read this

Love Potion Dilemma: Amortentia

Masterlist

Since JK Rowling has a hard time figuring out her own world, I thought I would put some perspective into the romance aspect of this fic.

As much as I would love to have Tom as a nice guy (because God forbid there are any in the real world), that wouldn't make for a good and complex story. From what I have heard, despite the fact that Tom was conceived from Amortentia, the potion should not have affected whether or not Tom can give and receive love.

I think, if anything, Amortentia will cause a difficulty in identifying and accepting emotions, particularly positive ones. I would say that the closest thing that could describe Tom's relationship with his emotions is Alexithymia. Tom can and will be able to fall in love, however, it will not show as such since he has never been shown love of any forms before.

Because of this, the translation and interpretation of his (eventual) feelings for Saoirse will not fall genuine, causing an imbalance in their relationship in the future.

Disclaimer/Reminder!!!

This fanfic is going to have slowburn. This means that whatever relationship Tom and Saoirse are meant to have, will most likely not appear until very late in the plot. I have multiple reasons to be writing this fic, and that includes writing skills that I want to improve on. One of these days I'll probably rant about why I think writing fanfiction is good for many reasons, but I will leave it at this for now.

[arlcn]

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just reread the shinigami deku au and jttou fic by @i-just-want-to-destroy and i am on the FLOOR. but you can obviously tell who’s the favorite here lmaoo

-i think off-white was the first fic i read from author if i’m not wrong. and it made me feel so empty inside after reading it because wow, but that’s me with almost all of their fics tbh. i have no idea what bleach is but i’m tempted to waatch it now bc of this fic?? (i am so sorry. i have no idea how to draw the traditional clothing.)

-i finished retry in one go after i found it in the ‘izuku has a quirk’ tag, and i cannot bear to reread it again because i’ll probably die if i do. but anyways, how do i even start? there are so many elements that i love in retry and the way you characterise deku is amazing and i like how you still kept some of canon deku’s personality while also adding the toll of his quirk into it. also, it’s probably the most realistic ‘return by death’ izuku fic out there that i’ve seen. if i ever feel down retry will probably be my go-to vent fic. :3

-I had a lot of fun drawing nush deku’s funky suit and cards and pigeon and hat and just abt everything really. every fic inside the series is amazing and magical and spendiferous and awesome and brilliant and wonderful and really underrated. i know it was intended for a more niche audience but still i cannot stress this enough. (also i found nush through a rec of a miser’s dream because i was asking for shinsou and izuku commiting crimes together and. it is my greatest choice by far.)

-I literally have no words for jttou other than the entire positive plethora of vocabulary because how one managed to fit so much worldbuilding inside a single fic is unreal. the unreliable narration and the slow reveal had me reeling and rereading the fic like 5 times and i’ve been reccing this on discord like crazy after that.

Also: i just really want to say that all of your worldbuilding fics are written so beautifully. I love your writing style too. Thanks for writing. :D

P.s.: I’ll stop being annoying and brainrot someting else after this lmao.

P.s.s: (holy fuck i forgot demonology deku. rip)

[lovers-teeth]

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I use therian and otherkin to refer to myself interchangeably. I also use the words kinnie/kinning bc I find them kind of cute, fight me (plus I've been "kinning" since the word was coined by assholes on 4chan, let me be an old man and live)

This is a kin blog, but I have a lot of other interests, mainly writing, tabletop games, and knitting atm.

I’m always here to help with personal writing projects! Send me your games/your fics/your poetry/whatever- I am very fond of editing and beta reading, or just being a pair of eyes on a draft.

All of my posts are good to reblog unless reblogs are literally turned off lmao

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DNI: LGBT discourse-starters, I consider myself an inclusionist and I’m generally pro-slur reclamation. I want no part of any stupid discourse (this is also your official warning that I use the word queer and don’t tag it, do with that info what you will.)

non-alterhumans and/or kin-for-fun types are cool but on thin ice.

BYF: I talk about addiction/alcohol often, if that type of post is triggering I will always tag it as eyes away/howling but it might be in your best interest not to follow.

honestly as long as you’re not a dick you’re welcome here LMAO

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[jnixz]

(Aquato-Family-Circus here) your tags abt Gristol's mental space potentially having a different layer inside the mailbox is so fun... imagining a place that feels a little under developed and has construction signs but it's there. to Gristol's disbelief and stubborn refusal to accept it he has Opinions and Thoughts and Feelings abt HQ and the employees that extend past "obstacles in my grand maligula scheme". They're not even all good opinions (there's a lot of petty negative shit actually, lol) but they're still there

Hehe yeah, I think it's very much implied that people's mindscapes are flexible and got different spaces. It's a fun exploration on the parts of the person. (I should really write down thoughts on each pn2 level but ah busy)

Aforementioned Tag-rambling post because reading it in my current theme sucks:

I have a feeling the Mailbox is actually a bit more constructed despite what Gristol thinks. Most of what is solid is related to letters and packages he delivers though. 

The employees look like cardboard cutouts like the Grulovian peasants. The real people he considers obstacles (like the grandhead maybe) would be like the Ford statues, probably blocking a path. Till he gets someone to move it anyway. I like imagining the particularly negative stuff are like scribbling on like a marker on a poster haha extremely childish and shallow.

The level layout would be similar to Motherlobe HQ, but instead it all looks like the mailroom. Do you ever think about how the vents are so big and the package system can fit a box with a person in it? Now plaster that everywhere you go in this Mailbox section.

Anyway I ended up really thinking a bit about the ideas on what the inside of the Mailbox space could look like. I could probably sketch it out but a bit preoccupied this week.

I DID however, end up writing a kind of a fic because I kept thinking of all the other Gristol/Nick posts, specially the Identity Crisis one, as an answer to this ask buut yeah it evolved hehe (0v0) whoops. 

Kinda wrote this like a dream-like narrative and stuff, mostly to sorta kinda just start on the ideas of that Mailbox corner of the mentalscape. [Ao3 Link]

C/o Nick Johnsmith

It was like the opposite of the the Fatherland Follies. Quite unlike the backstage of it where its broken up and twisted by the important bits. Instead of the black void surrounding a one way path, The Mail Room would start as an enclosed labyrinth-like space like the size of the vents a certain child went through, stumbling out to a certain senior agent’s lab. 

There's a lot of corridors going in different directions. A bunch of cans and letters litter the halls. The walls look unfinished, like someone might put another corridor but aren't quite sure yet. There's doors marked under construction with no door handle. There's colored mail slots on some of the dead ends. 

It's easy to get lost.

You aren't sure where you are going, your stomach growls. You feel like you’ve been walking walking and just walking around in circles. 

The Mail Runs On Trust

You pick up a letter along the way to see if putting it in one of the mailslots would get you somewhere-- then suddenly you end up in a hallway with a mirror in the end. Who is this guy in another outfit on the other side?

Oh wait! he has a nametag, it's -- "Welcome, Nick Johnsmith - Mailroom Staff" The scanner loudly announces.

...

The vents and the conveyor belts are above you, and its all twisted up layered in every directions. There is dust everywhere. Nobody has been sorting the mail (they tried but they aren’t good enough, somehow even the broken was better than them).

It was easy enough to get the job. Nick-- yes that is me alright-- new staff here

The packages need to be sorted up the chutes -- up there. (Why?? Would you need to throw these?) You climb up with the help of ladders leading up to a hole and -- oop it’s a portal.

You recognize the familiar walls of the vents, but now there’s markings in the walls that are the same to the packages you hold.

You walk and walk, finally with direction.

You deliver the mail into the right slots, and it opens back to the mailroom, where the conveyor belt straightens and you can send off packages safely.

You do it several times, and now the doors under construction open up for you.  There are other employees around here, some floating and chatting. You hear gossip about another person’s life, or about the paper they have been using.

You call to one of them, giving them your most charming smile, flowery compliment, and of course their mail, the correct package. 

They ask you to stay but you refuse. You go back to the mailroom.

...

Sometimes, you pass by this door that kind of looks like the levitation elevator psychics go through in HQ, except this one had thought of non-psychics and is upright sideways. 

When you go through it, the vent corridors open up to form a road, you can finally see the sky but you aren't sure what color it is. There's stars in the sky. The road leads to a boat and an all too open ocean. You go back inside, not quite trusting where you would end up if you went out there.

...

You continue work, till every vent and conveyor belt is sorted out. You are actually getting hungry, and you didn’t notice till now. Where do you eat again?

There is a knob near the mirror and you reach to open it like a door. You are back in the corridors. No matter, you are Nick Johnsmith - Senior Mailroom Staff, and you know your way around here by now.

...

Walking in the corridors, you were about to head to the Noodle Bowl when a kid on a pony shows up grumbling about the lack of his favourite food. 

You ask if he wants something else instead. The kid shakes his head and insists, as if he hasn’t eaten anything else but the best eggs, all for a little prince like me. He seems eager to share that as a fact.

Come on -- he starts going down toward this vent that looks like the top tin can. It's easy enough to open, when you go in the metal corridors unfolds into a red carpet. You don't see the kid anywhere. 

It twists and turns but stays in one path, the walls open up to the void.  Golden ornaments start to decorate the railings and its starting to look famili- ah, there's the royal family picture. 

You are back at the start. 

You know where this goes

You should get back on the ride. You’ve been walking for a long while.

There’s caviar at the casino, a plot in the Motherlobe and a throne waiting in Grulovia. Everyone should know better than stop Gristol Malik from getting what he deserves.