#I’ve deleted all the asks pertaining to this

[jewishbarbies]

it’s actually wild to me that someone would harass a random person online anonymously as if they knew them somehow and they’re disappointed in some divergence of opinion/belief, like they genuinely had some kind of relationship. I’m not your friend. I never was and never will be. I don’t know you. I was here long before you got here and I’ll be here no matter what you send. block me and go find something to do with your time that’s better for your mental health.

[bubblybloob]

Guess this place will more or less just be an art blog

It-

It is an art blog

Did you not read the tin

Oh read the tags I had a realization.

[lgbtqreads]

hello there! this isn’t exactly a rec request, but it is something i’ve thought about a lot over the last couple of years — and i thought i could maybe ask you or your followers for some advice on it, since it sort of pertains to the idea behind this blog, if that’s okay?:)

so i’m a writer, and someone who reads a lot of queer books, and also someone who’s really passionate about seeing more queer books with characters from lesser-known places, with lesser-known queer identities, etc.

being someone from a place that’s definitely not as widely talked about as say, the usa, with a somewhat ‘complicated’ queer identity that i haven’t quite seen reflected in books before, and also someone who loves to write… i really want to write a book with queer characters who are similar to me and the queer community around me. but i genuinely can’t. and i know this sound stupid, but i honestly don’t know why that is.

the issue isn’t the writing itself, i don’t think — i write fic quite often, and a lot of the fic writing i do is about queer headcanons for characters. and whilst i’ve never written a novel before, like in a published sense, i’ve written a lot of (not fic) short stories, and have a couple of (also not fic) projects that could be described ‘almost complete novel-length drafts that i’ve put a lot of planning and editing into’

the problem is that all of these above projects were written before i realised i was queer. so whilst many of them have characters whose queerness is just a ‘casual’ thing that isn’t a huge part of the narrative — while that’s perfectly valid, it isn’t the sort of thing i’d like to write now.

i’ll often get ideas for queer novels or short stories i could write, and i’ll often try to outline those ideas. sometimes i even start writing these ideas — i’ve started so many of these projects — but i can never continue with them past a couple of pages, and i really don’t know why. i’ve tried switching povs, tried different genres, etc.

as i write this i think that some part of it may be that, for the past couple of years, most of what i’ve written has been fic; maybe i’m having a problem going from that to creating my ‘own’ worlds, even though i’ll often put more creativity into fic but that same creativity just doesn’t show up even when i only need a bit of it for writing that isn’t fic, lol

but i don’t know if that’s the whole problem. i write plenty of (not fandom related) poetry, but i can never bring myself to write poems that centre around the idea of queerness even though it’s a huge part of my life, even though i want to be writing poems about it.

i also wonder if the problem isn’t related to writing, but rather my life — i’m in a place where still forced be closeted, still living with homophobic parents and still living in a community that where i feel unsafe to even discuss queerness. although i’ve been able to write about, in a fandom and not fandom way, things that are also heavily disapproved of by those around me, like being mentally ill, so i don’t know why i can write about those things but when it gets to stories about being queer my brain just says ‘nope’

and this just… makes me really sad. i want there to be certain queer stories in the world, and i know that no one else can write the way i will (not an ego thing, just a ‘all stories are unique’ thing), and i want to create the stories i would’ve always wanted for others around me who want the same thing. i love this blog, and it always makes me so happy to see the amount of queer reads that exist, but i also kind of want to facepalm myself whenever i see the amount of stories on here because i always think, how is it possible that so many people can write what they want to but i just can’t, even though i also want to, like what is wrong with me, you know?

i’m so sorry, this got super long! feel free to delete/ignore, that’s also valid.

but after all of this my question is basically ‘i want to write original stuff that centres around queerness, can’t. does anyone have any advice, or has anyone been in a similar position and would like to share their experience’?

also really wanna say thanks to you and everyone who contributed to this blog, through rbs, replies, etc… seeing the amount of and variety of queer stories that people love makes me so emotional and grateful, and i love y’all for telling our stories and sharing them. even though i struggle with adding to this as a writer, that struggle hurts less when i know how much love there is for all of these stories that already exist<33

Well, I can only speak from my own experience as an author, but it is very much possible to be too close to something to be able to write it at that time... but it sounds like maybe it’s the idea of taking full ownership of a queer work from start to finish is really difficult considering where you’re coming from, or even an instinctive safety concern, and that certainly makes a lot of sense to me! 

You might try different points of inspiration, so that rather than fic, it still feels grounded in someone else’s source (e.g. my book Home Field Advantage was entirely inspired by a photograph from the New York Times), or maybe try working off one of your fics and just revising it so thoroughly that it becomes its own thing that way. Or, since you love poetry, maybe try a different form by writing a novel in verse? Could be a real fresh start to get you out of your head. 

I do hope you will find a way to put your work out into the world eventually, because while we do have many, many queer books, as you said, all stories are unique, and especially when it comes to stories from perspectives outside the US, there are certainly massive gaps I know would mean a lot to readers to see filled <3

[alaskan-wallflower]

⋆⁺₊⋆INTRO⋆⁺₊⋆

☆ Hi! I’m Alaska! I also go by Allie or Skye :)

☆ I’m a bisexual demigirl in DEEP questioning about my gender lol

☆ EST

☆ Person with albinism (This does mean that I will sometimes make spelling errors because I cannot see my keyboard/screen well. If something is amiss please let me know, just don’t be rude.)

☆ Artist/Writer/Musician

☆ I have a lot of side blogs!

Other blogs

☾ @albinism-awareness - I take any and all questions about my albinism and am MORE than happy to help people portray character with albinism in the right way!

☾ @alaskan-aurora - Here is where I will put all my art! Outsiders stuff AND other random things I will do!

☾ @breaking-it-down - for those who are still concerned about the allegations revolving around The Outsiders Musical and Brody Grant, I compiled everything here.

Other information!

☼ Please DNI if you post NSFW

☼ I am not much of a shipper…sorry :/

☼ I hyperfixate a lot on science! Specifically anatomy, so sometimes I ramble about science and the human body!

☼ Anybody can DM me, but please keep in mind I am sixteen.

☼ This is a safe space for everybody!

☼ I take personalized anons! A few have been taken, however.

Anons:

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FUTs (Frequently Used Tags)

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𖥔 #favs- usually either for art refs or things/messages i’ve gotten that i can look back on when i’m sad

𖥔 #friends!! - Used when talking to my mutuals/whenever my mutuals ask a question

𖥔 #misc - Also used for things not pertaining to fandom, however this is also used for asks not pertaining to fandom

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I have a lot of AUs!

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NOTABLE POSTS

Posts I’ve made that I want people to easily be able to refer to

❃ Vietnam draft and how the gang’s fates

OUTRO

That’s pretty much it! If you ever want to DM me, or you need a friend to talk to, please feel free to reach out! Feel free to shoot me an ask too! I’m not scary, I promise! I love interacting with you guys, so please never feel afraid or intimidated by me.

I also have a Discord server! PLEASE feel free to join! (I deleted my old one, I promise I’ll be more active this time!)

Anyway, that’s it! Alaska out! ✌🏻

[transformers-bold-bright-brisk]

[INTRODUCTION]

WELCOME TO TRANSFORMERS: BOLD BRIGHT BRISK!

So, since I was super indecisive about which side-plot I wanted to focus on the most, I just made two extra. Yes, all three sideplot story stuff will be posted on this blog.

They all coincide with each other in some way, some events will happen before one sideplot’s events, and others will happen after one other sideplot’s events, so on and so forth.

[TF Media Referenced]

- Rescue Bots Academy

- Rescue Bots

- Transformers Prime

- Robots In Disguise

- Cyberverse

- Last Bot Standing

- More Than Meets The Eye

- Lost Light

- Literally any other miscellaneous information I find on TF Wiki that I insert to fill a couple plot-holes, but aren’t significant enough for me to completely take inspiration from that specific medium

[Overview]

- The war was over between Autobots and Decepticons, and afterwards it was a big celebration while the rebuilding of Cybertron took place. Years after the reconstruction of Cybertron, and it’s newly revised government, there are now many more individual situations that have arisen from the aftermath.

[Asks]

1) Can Accept ✅

- Asks about the lore and characters are very much appreciated!

- I’m also open to do some small sketch requests that pertain to the characters in my Fan Continuity, and characters that are in it but aren’t explicitly mentioned.

- I might answer a few questions with a doodle if I really feel like it, but rest assured I won’t be able to do all of them.

- Oh, don’t worry if your ask sounds a bit “spoilery” I’ll let you know.

2) Won’t Accept ❌

- Sorry, this blog isn’t for role playing with the characters.

- Also any asks that have links to anything without a description or just look sketchy in general, your ask will get deleted.

- Absolutely under no circumstances will I answer any creepy asks like NSFW or anything 18+, it’s just gross to me.

- No bigotry, racism, sexism, or any kind of LGBTQIA+phobia at all in my ask box.

[Tagging]

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- Any and all rambles, reviews, drabbles, or small updates to keep people informed of any “delays” or just small brain farts that happen throughout my day.

#sphny alternates universe (𖦹ㅁ𖦹)•*°⊹

- Whenever I just start to ramble and just start grabbing random info from other TF franchise continuities and alternate them into my universe without a second thought(or many thoughts, depending…)

#sphny arts (𖦹w𖦹)•*°⊹

- Any and all art I make and post, whether it’d be just a draft, concept art, or art dumps that I draw to support my stories.

#sphny reblogs (𖦹Q𖦹)•*°⊹

- On this blog especially, I would usually reblog something from my main, or just self-reblog from my early works, and maybe occasionally something neat I would to add to my blog later on so I don’t forget.

#sphny answers (𖦹0 𖦹)•*°⊹

- Along with asks, I’ll be tagging anything I’ve answered under this tag, just for consistency’s sake.

#sphny originates character (𖦹▿𖦹)•*°⊹

- This rarely ever happens, but on occasion if I were to make an original character I’d make sure to tag it under this so I can be able to track it down easier.

[whatislovevavy]

WC: 4.4k

Synopsis: An exploration of why Bucky decided to cut his hair

AN: This has been in my Google Drive for about two years and finally got around/had the motivation to finish this. This piece was technically my first ever piece of fanfiction I ever wrote. My writing mostly pertains to Top Gun and Top Gun Maverick so this was a nice little brain break from that. I thought I'd include the original author's note I put together, having never written fanfiction at the time, just for nostalgic sake and if anyone wants to know just how new to this I was lol. Also this divider is not mine and I was unable to tag the account that made it since it was deleted. This work will be posted on my side blog @sophs-writing-nook.

Original Author’s Note: Hello everyone :) This is the first fanfiction I’ve ever written and I really hope you guys like it because I’m a bit nervous about it. I’ve had this idea since I saw the first promotions for the Falcon and Winter Soldier series and didn't really do anything about it for a variety of reasons. I haven’t seen a lot of fics exploring this concept so I decided to write this on a camping trip in my notes app where I didn’t have reception so I apologize if there is bad grammar, spelling errors, etc. If there happens to be a similarity to another fic, it is purely coincidence and I don’t intend to plagiarize anyone. Please let me know if it does appear I have. I have a lot of respect for fanfic writers and don’t want to disrespect anyone and steal anyone’s work unintentionally. 

Warnings: Blood, Trauma (PTSD), sadness with some bittersweet moments sprinkled in, supportive Sam because that’s a warning in itself. 

None of these characters are mine. Read at your own discretion.

Bucky had tried finding a routine after coming back: Get up by 7, go on a run make breakfast, try to keep in touch with his friends he had made since coming back, try a new recipe, maybe try online dating, catch up on what he missed the past 70 years, try to forgive himself for all the atrocities he didn't have a choice in committing, make dinner, shower, and sleep by 9.

That's what his therapist, Darlene, told him to do at least.

She wanted him to write in a journal the names of the people and families he wanted to make amends with, things he wanted to explore and try out, and good things he remembered before he was the Winter Soldier.

Darlene had kept encouraging him to keep referring to the Winter Soldier as if he were his own separate person, and not affiliated with James Buchanan Barnes.

It helped a bit with passing the blame, but not by much. He, naturally, chose the last remnant of Steve he had- his journal- to hold these thoughts.

Steve saw the best in him when he couldn't. 

He made an effort to try and forgive himself for everything he did, for Steve’s sake. 

Why Steve had left him, he didn't fully understand. 

It didn't make the "forgiving himself" part any easier. 

If his lifelong friend, who had been with him through thick and thin, decided to leave him now in this time of his broken, mutilated life, what did that say about him? 

Was he wrong about him? 

Did he truly believe he was worth being fixed and forgiven? 

There were small moments of hope that he could be fixed, but they were few and far inbetween.

His nightmares had gotten worse.

If Darlene would ask, he’d tell her, “no, they haven't", "they've stopped", or "I haven't had one for a while.” Bullshit excuses that anybody who saw the dark circles under his eyes wouldn't believe. Darlene knew he was lying and would try to reassure him that their space was safe and it would help him to get his nightmares out in the open.

He didn't think so.

This woman didn't know what it was like to have the same horrific scenarios play out in his mind every time he went to sleep. 

To see himself killing innocent people like he was in the backseat of his mind. 

The blood. 

Their faces, some close friends and others strangers. 

Their pleas and calls for mercy were what always broke him. 

He was forced again and again to witness himself taking their lives and couldn't do anything to stop himself. Forced to use any part of himself for Hydra.

Nothing was spared.

He felt unforgivable, these nightmares were a sign of the Winter Soldier still being in his head, buried and ready if Hydra got their hands on him again. 

He was tired of fighting and worrying, only wanting lasting peace and a full night's rest.

He had started renting an apartment in downtown Brooklyn near where his family had lived during the 40's. It was near the church cemetery his mother, father and sister, Rebecca, were buried. They were placed in the row closest to the street behind the church his family frequented during his youth. 

His parents had passed from old age when he was imprisoned by Hydra. 

A small part of him was thankful for that. 

They never had to learn that their son had done such horrible things.

They lived with the good memories of him.

His sister had passed during the time half the population was gone, the Blip people called it, from Alzheimer's. He visited her once before, but she was in the late stages, and was a shell of who he remembered growing up. 

His little sister Rebecca, whom he protected, opened jars for, teased, and made sure the boys she liked would be good to her, was now unable to remember him. He was told she passed peacefully in her sleep a few months after he disappeared.

Darlene thought that buying an apartment so close to his family's resting place might be overwhelming for him, but he wanted to be close to them and the memories he had.

The apartment consisted of a basic floor plan; kitchen, bathroom with a shower and bath, living room, bedroom, closet. However, he only used the kitchen, bathroom, and living room.

He didn't have many things when he moved in, and didn't feel he needed all the space allotted to him.

He had invested in a modest tv set, a microwave, blender, and a camping mat, courtesy of Sam's encouragement. 

He had tried sleeping on a mattress, but he felt that he was going to sink through into the floor with how soft and marshmallow-like it felt. He always slept on the floor with a few blankets and sheets. 

Sam had the same experience when he came back from Afghanistan.

Sam had tried to help him adjust to things since coming back, and had done a lot for him, including to help him find his apartment and encourage him to try new things.

There were times he had trouble getting out of his headspace to return Sam's calls and initiate with his friend. Darlene had been saying that for a person who allegedly had no one left, he seemed to have a safety net in Sam. She pushed him to call someone other than her and initiate with him. It was another case where he felt she didn't fully understand how difficult it was for him to build relationships, and "get his nightmares out in the open" since coming back.

He had gotten home late that night from the store, buying ingredients to make a recipe Darlene recommended: chicken tikka masala, he thought she called it.

He was amazed at the amount of change he had missed, especially from a grocery store. His family would boil everything with what minimal spices were available, other than the usual salt and pepper. He found solace in trying new recipes and exposing himself to the technological wonders of the 21st century, including learning how to use a DVD player and the iPhone he recently bought. He tried online dating but found it was too overwhelming and made him feel like a fish out of water. Asking people on dates and seeking relationships came easily to him when he was younger before the war, but everything felt so different now. 

He felt so different and foreign to himself. His arm. His mind. He felt like a shell of the person he was before the Winter Soldier.

His groceries were unloaded into the fridge and he started to prepare his dinner. He placed a bowl on the counter for mixing chicken marinade and marinating the soon to be cooked slices of chicken. The chicken slices were placed into a pan on a low heat to begin cooking. They wouldn't take long since they only had to cook halfway through initially. He gathered the spices for the marinade.

The soft smells of turmeric, ginger, cumin, and garam masala reminded him of the evenings he spent helping his mother cook during the summer. His mother would rummage together some cash every once in a while to buy a few sachets of spices from the local grocery. It was an indulgence she took part in that, compared to now, seemed simple and less of an everyday luxury. 

Sure, the spices she would bring home were more mild and less "exotic" than what he had available to him now, but it was the familiar memory of being taught to cook and the soft smells of his mother's cooking.

His conscience told him to use the spices sparingly despite himself being confronted with a substantially sized grocery aisle complete with spices from almost every corner of the world a mere few hours ago.

Maybe it was his upbringing during the Great Depression and watching his parents worry about where the next paycheck would come from.

Or maybe it was his instinct telling him this small semblance of peace he had found in his Brooklyn apartment would be snatched away, and that he needed to savor every new experience in stride. 

Because if he let himself enjoy them too much, it would make the snatching that much more painful.

He couldn't decide.

He finished the marinade and would have to wait an hour or two to start the sauce and cook the chicken. He placed it in the fridge and made his way to the bathroom for a shower.

The warm water felt nice on his warped, scarred flesh around his arm on his left side. The area would often become sore and plagued by knots. Sam recommended warm showers, aloe vera, a massage and spa place nearby, and Advil. The thought of people he didn't know touching his scarred flesh made him feel nervous, so the rest of his suggestions were his go to. 

His scar tissue and long hair were the last physical mark of Hydra on him. 

He was thankful he didn't have to see the red star that had branded him for so many years when he looked in the mirror anymore, since leaving Wakanda.

But there was still his hair.

His hair that had blood, dirt and grime stained into it for his 70 years of service. No matter how many times he showered, he knew the blood would never leave his hair or his hands. His mind would drift through waves of hopelessness in quiet moments like these more often than not.

He dried himself off with a soft towel, changed into a pair of boxers, and began to gingerly apply aloe vera to the junction where his arm met his shoulder. His shoulder was still a bit sensitive after all these years despite the enhanced healing from the serum. Shuri theorized it was because the metal cavity of his arm continuously tore through the underlying tissue. She was able to remove the bits and pieces of metal embedded in his shoulder. His arm was in the healing process, but it would take a while after years of damage even with the serum. After he finished rubbing in the aloe vera, He put on a dark t-shirt and made his way back into the kitchen to finish the sauce.

He carefully prepared the onions, garlic, and spices for the sauce the way his mother taught him to. 

He couldn't help but think about how his parents and sister would have loved to have tried this recipe with him.

He could almost hear his mother's voice in his head telling him to "cut the onions a bit smaller" or "don't let the garlic and onions burn in the pan".

Rebecca's eagerness to try the sauce prematurely with a perfected pout and whines of protest when denied so.

His father's quiet yet strong presence at the kitchen table reading the daily paper and soft scolding of his sister.

Steve drawing in his journal at the dinner table on evenings when Sarah Rogers would be working late at the hospital.

The radio softly playing in the background as a soothing ambiance.

The kitchen window opened to let the aroma of the Barnes’ family dinner wander through the back alley of the apartment building, and let in the sounds of the neighbors' soft conversations, clothes oscillating in the wind on the clothes line, and car engines humming as people made their way home at dusk.

All qualities of his family's evening routine and upbringing he longed for, but took for granted in his youth.

The stark smell of overcooked onions brought him back to the task at hand, pulling him from his thoughts but leaving his buildup of emotions he felt were about to rupture. He added the heavy cream, spices, brown sugar, and let them stir with the marinated onions and garlic. He felt tears start to form in his eyes. Letting the sauce thicken, he turned the pan onto a low heat, and added the marinated chicken to finish cooking. 

He placed the spatula down on the counter top with a shaky hand, placing his hands on the counter to support himself as he let out a shaky breath, blinking away tears that formed in the corners of his eyes.

God, he wished they were here with him. Steve. His mom. His dad. Rebecca.

He wished he had somebody who knew him before the Winter Soldier that could help him to pick up the broken pieces of himself and to become the person he was again.

He wished he could have said goodbye to his parents, Rebecca, and that Steve hadn't left him.

He wished he could've held his parents one last time before they passed, met the man that Rebecca fell in love with and had a family with, and fought harder for Steve to stay with him and help pick up the pieces.

All things that he couldn't do anything about now.

He wiped his tears away and returned to stirring his chicken masala. Thoughts of his family blending with the thoughts of his recipe like the spices and heavy cream in his pan as a cope. Darlene had mentioned that the recipe goes best with garlic buttered rice or naan, so he had bought ingredients for both, but opted for the naan. He turned on the oven, placed some naan from the store on a baking sheet, and into the oven before returning to stirring the contents of the pan. 

He remembered Sam wanted to come over and check in on how he was settling into his apartment, sometime the next day. Maybe he would want to try some of his dish. 

"Initiate, take small steps to initiate". This counted as initiating, right? He hoped so.

His chicken masala was well blended and deemed done. His naan close behind. He placed a bowl and plate on the counter, served up his recipe and naan, and sat down at his two person dinner table, and prepared to eat. Darlene had told him that making a makeshift taco with the naan tasted good if he opted to not make the garlic butter rice. He took his first bite and let himself experience each incredible flavor. 

He would definitely be making this recipe again.

Maybe he could make a batch for Sam. 

It would be a small way to return the favor.

He made his way through his dinner, and would start heading to bed soon. It was almost 9 anyway. Shuri told him that consistent good sleep would also help him heal mentally along with his therapy and the treatment she provided.

He made a mental note to try making the garlic butter rice, thank Darlene for the recipe, and ask her if she had any more favorite recipes he should try during his next session.

He brought his dishes to the sink, moved to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and shed himself of his shirt. Sleeping shirtless was normal for him both during the war and after getting the serum, finding that he would warm up easily and end up tossing and turning in the night. 

His escalated body heat helped him to survive the frigid Siberian winters during his imprisonment, but not the mild to warm summer nights in Brooklyn.

Laying on the hardwood floor with the lights out left him with his thoughts. He remembered the nights he and Steve spent laying on couch cushions on the living room floor of his parents apartment. 

The nights he and his sister would read The Hobbit under the covers of his bed when they were younger, while their parents thought they were sleeping. 

He liked to sleep with the TV on at a low volume and the window opened so he wouldn't be lost in his thoughts for too long. 

He didn't have as much trouble falling asleep as before. Darlene told him to take deep breaths while resting his eyes and had gotten better at it since seeing her. 

Breathe in for 5 seconds, exhale for 10, and repeat till he felt calm enough to drift to sleep.

He steadily awoke hours later, feeling warm and groggy.

 It was quiet. 

The TV was off and the window was shut. 

He was none the wiser in his hindered state of being as he lifted himself off of the floor and trudged to the bathroom, the soft sound of his bare feet pattering on the wood floor like rain drops on a window, encompassing his apartment in a soft echo.

He turned on the soft bathroom light and twisted the cold faucet on, leaned down and scooped cold water in his hand, and poured it on his face. Supporting himself by his forearms, he closed his eyes and relished in the feeling of cold on his face and cascading down his neck. 

The water felt warmer now and had a distinct iron smell to it.

He opened his eyes and was met with his hands drenched in blood. Blood flowing into the sink from the tap. 

He slowly turned to meet his reflection. Met with the cold, dark, blank eyes of the Winter Soldier. The blood stained leather vest, black muzzle, and the long brunette hair stained black from blood falling over his face. 

He was there with him, as clear as day. 

He felt a stark and deep rooted sense of fear awaken and burrow itself in his chest as he quickly retreated from the sink, pressing himself against the opposing wall. Eyes wide and breathing heavy, he felt the walls of the bathroom constricting him.

The Winter Soldier reached out his metal arm, severing the separation between the mirror and his bathroom, and brought it down onto the counter top with a resounding crack, small remnants of the cheap countertop tumbling to the floor. He lunged for the door and twisted the knob but it wouldn't budge. Desperately, he tried to break down the door, knuckles bleeding and eyes teary. He could feel the Winter Soldier getting closer to him and was too terrified to turn back and face him. He broke through the door with a splitting crack, splinters in his hands. Awaiting on the other side was a long dimly lit corridor lined with bars and cold concrete walls. 

His heart stopped. 

He knew this corridor. 

He would always know this corridor. 

He didn't want to go forward, but he had no choice. Breaking into a sprint, not looking back and praying he didn't trip over himself, he felt a sudden, strong grip on his leg, pulling him backwards. Landing on the hard concrete with a groan and turning himself to face his captor: Two dark, army clad figures awaited him. He shuffled away from them as fast as he could but couldn't get to his feet fast enough to avoid being dragged to by his feet towards the bathroom. His screams echoing off the walls, and hands burning from friction against the cement floor at his attempts to escape their grasp.

He couldn't believe what was happening, he thought he was free from Hydra. 

Free from these corridors. 

Free from the chair.

He felt his nails fruitlessly catching on the small ridges of the cement floor as he was mercilessly dragged. The hallway enclosed in darkness behind him and the bathroom light ahead of him, serving as a beacon of pain and suffering. 

He was left on the bathroom floor, shaking and crying, accentuated by the sound of the slamming of a steel door. His teary eyes searched for the figures but found none. Instead, his eyes landed on the dull gleam of the worn metal frame in his bathtub, tinged with small droplets of blood, smoothed down edges, and strained leather straps.

If he wasn't sobbing before, he was now. He felt so trapped, his heart beating out of his chest; his lungs made of tin, unable to expand.

His shaking frame was folded on the floor by the bathroom door. A few moments of silence flooded by the drops of his sink tap and his attempts to catch his breath. 

Abruptly, a handful of his hair was grabbed, his body dragged to the chair as he let out seethes of pain and cries. 

He was held down in the chair as he was strapped in by faceless, dark army figures. Soft whispers and murmurs of pleas for mercy and forgiveness settled around him, originating from every vent and faucet in his bathroom, nestled their way to his ears. 

They grew louder and droned out the sound of leather going through buckles and the mechanical "wrrrrr" of the head plates assembling towards the top of the chair. 

He struggled and screamed, but it was no use. 

Trapped in the chair, no chance of escape; Limited by his mind and not his body. 

He anxiously waited and dreaded for the excruciating pain of electricity to course through his body, to hear the words Hydra spent so much time and care to drill into his mind.

But both never came.

He awoke with a startle, eyes wide, body and blanket soaked with sweat, lungs gasping for breath. 

His window open, letting in his neighbors everyday routine squeeze into his apartment. 

The TV on a low volume, playing auctions for nic-nacs and heirlooms people didn't find use for. All drowned out by his racing thoughts and attempts at breathing.

The blanket pooled around his waist as he shifted to lean against the wall, closing his eyes and trying to focus on his breathing. 

He needed his hair gone. 

Like a wounded animal, he made his way to the bathroom with shaky breaths and uneasy strides. He flipped the bathroom light on, feverishly opening and closing drawers to find what he needed most.

A pair of scissors.

A raspy sigh left his lips as his hands met the plastic frame of the twin bladed tool.

His eyes shifted from his reflection to his hold on the scissors. 

Carefully, he brought his metal hand to his hair, extending one of his many locks of hair.

His eyes drifted from the lock of hair to the metal blades that almost fully encased it. 

Snip.

He watched as the lock frayed till it was severed completely, feeling the freed lock in his hand and watching it fall to the counter.

A sigh of relief left his lips as tears pricked his eyes as he met his reflection in the mirror. 

Snip.

Snip.

Snip. 

His tears were flowing fully down his cheeks as almost the entirety of his left side was covered in frayed, unevenly cut hair. 

He gingerly ran his flesh hand along his head, relishing in the short tufts of hair, and began repeating the same frenzied cutting on the other side of his head, and towards the back

If the tears weren’t flowing before, they were now. 

He placed the scissors onto the hair ridden counter with a clang, keeping his relieved gaze on himself, feeling his chest wrack with sobs, body slowly crumbling against the sink and to the floor.

He had never felt such relief in his life. 

His hands ran over the chopped hair, savoring the uneven patched of hair, his head laying back to rest against the wood cabinet below his sink,  eyes fluttering shut.

Muffled knocks softly rose his mind from the depths of sleep. 

He let his eyes adjust to the bathroom light, feeling his neck ache from how he slept against the drawers of the cabinet. 

Sam. 

He rose up to his feet with a groan, trudging to his front door.

His front door opened with a click.

“Hey, man-woah.”

He rose his eyes to meet Sam’s wide ones, giving him a small smile, “Hi, Sam.”

Sam swallowed.

“Late night hack job, huh?”

He gave Sam a tight-lipped smile, nodding. 

Sam’s lip quirked. 

“I, um, I made something for you if you’d like to try it.”

Sam watched as he rubbed the back of his neck with his flesh hand.

He moved from the door, leaving it open for Sam to come in.

Sam carefully stepped into his apartment, taking in the rumple of blankets on the livingroom floor. 

“It’s chicken tikka masala, my therapist recommended it.”

Sam took the plastic container he held out for him.

“Thanks for this…We should go get you a haircut. You can’t be walking around Brooklyn looking like you had a blender cut your hair.”

His lip quirked, nodding.

After a few minutes, he met him back at the front door in jeans, a t-shirt, and his bomber jacket, and glove.

“Ready to go?”

He wordlessly nodded, closing, and locking the door behind them. 

—

“Alright, what do you think?” 

The hairdresser adjusted his chair so he could see himself fully in the mirror. 

He could feel his eyes glaze over.

His previously poorly chopped locks were no where to be found, replaced by almost buzzed cut hair with a bit of length towards the top. Barely enough for anyone to get a good grip in.

“It’s perfect, thank you Melissa,” he muttered to the woman that gave him a kind smile in return. 

He tried to hand the man at the cashier station some cash, but Sam interjected with his card.

He looked at Sam with slight bewilderment.

“You’ll cover me next time.”

His lip quirked, as Sam nudged his shoulder as they made their way to the exit.

He stopped in front of a window for a store on the way back to his apartment, seeing his reflection in the storefront.

And for once, he didn’t have a deeprooted distaste or fear of what he saw. 

It almost made him cry.

He needed this.

His long hair gone. The last remnant of his time in Siberia, of the shackles that held his mind down under water like an anchor, gone. 

Out of sight. Out of mind.

Sam stopped a few paces ahead of him.

“You wanna stop in?”

Sam’s voice broke him from his trance.

He gave Sam a small smile.

“No, just taking it all in.”

Sam gave him a comforting smile as he caught up with him.

They continued on to his apartment to give Sam some of his chicken tikka masala, running his hand through his hair periodically with a smile on his face. 

[cherienymphe]

What do you want from me?

I’m not the OP so I can’t speak for them but I think a lot of us just want to interact with you 😭🙏 like I’ll try to send messages pertaining to the stuff you post about and I’ll ask you questions about yourself but they just go unanswered which is fine because you don’t owe us anything but please believe me when I say I’m trying here 😫 I’ve always done all that but I also used to just send random things and thoughts I was having. However I took what you said about feeling like we don’t care about your interests or what you have to say to heart so I’ve stopped doing that and now I only send asks that I think you’ll genuinely want to answer but then you don’t. I’m not trying to get you to do things that you don’t want to do but if I remember correctly there was a time where you liked entertaining conversations with your followers and I’m attempting to bring that back but if no one else is putting in any effort I can see why you wouldn’t want to

I get that and I'm sorry you feel like your stuff goes unanswered but I've also said before that feeling like everything I say gets twisted and nitpicked is exhausting. Between that and just feeling generally ignored anytime I want to talk about something definitely hasn't made me enthusiastic to interact en masse anymore.

Literally just the other day someone had something to say about me apparently "not interacting with you all anymore". It's just not fun feeling like everything you say and do is just being stored away to get thrown back in your face later in some feeble attempt to humble you or insult you. I don't like being dictated on being myself on my own damn blog lol. A lot of you do not like me and unfortunately those same people lack the maturity to swallow their tongue about it. They just have to let me know instead of just...going away and interacting with someone they actually do like. They won't be satisfied until I just delete my entire page and AO3

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

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[angeltreasure]

Hi Cecilia here! The school year is about to start, gonna be pretty busy with the students here, but glad to see the little ones again. I hope you're doing well. I might have spammed your blog with likes from the prayers you put up the other day. I finished a little prayer of my own for the Dead, if you don't mind me sharing it here. Here's what I came up with, I will take constructive criticism if you have anything to add, I was also reading the litanies you posted and prayers you had earlier that pertained to the praying for souls in Purgatory for inspiration. Here it is: "Lord Jesus, I love thee above all and before all. My love and my life, I ask of thee, thou poor daughter, to grant me a favor. I pray for the poor souls in Purgatory. Grant them rest and allow them to see the light of Thy face forevermore. They have burned for their sins, I beg thee to allow them peace and repose in you, O Lord my God. Grant this unto me, I ask for nothing more. For thou art great and wonderous in thy works, and I know through You all is possible. Grant them eternal rest O Lord, and let Your perpetual light grace them once more. Through Christ our Lord, Amen." What do you think? Also God Bless you and I hope you're doing great with everything, the rosary skills are coming along!

Good Afternoon Cecilia!,

Oh yes School has started not too long ago here in the desert as well. It is truly a gift to see a smile because smiles are one of the first steps to peace.

I was very sick last night— I didn’t post about it, but I was so weak. I didn’t mind for the most part, because the suffering was a gift I could offer up to God as a sacrifice with union Jesus on the Cross, for my priest, who suffers a lot. Even mother was worried, I looked so pale and I was so weak… I only wanted the Eucharist. I feel much better today after waking up! You brighten my day whenever I see your asks (and don’t worry you can spam all the likes and reblogs you want hahahah)!!!

I would love to see this prayer! Now, I will read it after I lit my candle and grabbed a new cup of coffee.

That was so beautiful! You are humble in that prayer I am in awe that you ask nothing more. Many people when they are in prayer ask God for so many things and many times they forget to thank God for many things. The length of it is perfect. With a short prayer like this, you can say it by itself or even add the prayer to another one, so there are many possibilities for its use! Make sure you write it down so you can bring it with you. Eventually, you will memorize it if you pray it enough times so you won’t need the paper. I honestly wouldn’t add or delete anything to it, I like it that much. If I may suggest, definitely share it with others especially if you have a spiritual director, with the Sisters, or perhaps your own Pastor. Powerful prayers like this will move the hearts of others and in time, more people will pray for the souls of Purgatory again.

My mother’s Rosary broke so I will be remaking it now that I feel better with knots. I will try to post a picture. I’ve been doing so good otherwise. Thank you, may God bless you.

[onewomancitadel]

I’ve had a thought about the Weiss-Jaune stuff happening in this volume that I’d like to run past you. It’s been in the back of my mind since E5 and after this most recent episode it clicked that it feels akin to the development of the Blake-Sun relationship in V2-5, if in a more compressed timeframe. In that there’s this overt (in this case, contra B/S, unreciprocated) physical interest lending a patina of romantic potential to their interactions simultaneous with recurring moments of disconnect undermining that potential. Particularly the hurt when Jaune overhears Weiss insinuating he’s crazy is sticking in my head now as quite similar, narratively, to Blake’s startled upset when Sun misreads her intentions at the top of V4. And then in E9 Weiss figured out the right things to say to him to crystallize his epiphany but any romantic coding that might be read into the moment is (I felt, at least) deliberately refuted through the piling on into a whole-group hug, which again (this is what made it click) feels reminiscent of the inverse correlation between Sun’s emotional understanding of Blake and the intensity of his romantic interest in her.

Which strikes me as interesting because obviously the B/S detour on the way to Blake’s true love interest facilitates development Blake needed before she could be a good partner to Yang—Sun’s friendship confronts and incites the unraveling of Blake’s instinct to retreat and burn bridges for the sake of protecting her loved ones. So it occurred to me that something similar might be behind what they’re doing with Weiss and Jaune in this volume, with her fleeting/superficial romantic interest and romantic incompatibility precipitating a closer friendship that helps him reach an emotional turn toward his true love interest. I’m not invested in the story’s romantic pairings per se (I really enjoy them—I do love how RWBY handles its romantic arcs—but the romance isn’t what’s gluing me to the story), hence my interest in Jaune/Cinder largely comes down to noting that the narrative set up for it is, uhm, conspicuous, and trusting I’ll enjoy seeing how it unfolds. But I was irately nodding along with some of your posts on the Weiss topic earlier in the volume because the out of nowhere of it all really Bugged Me, so I’m interested to hear how this line of thinking tracks from a less casual-enjoyer J/C perspective? Hence rambling in your inbox, apologies for the lengthy ask.

Okay, if you guys really actually love me, please use paragraph breaks. I try to mindfully use paragraph breaks and space out text as best I can to make for an easier reading experience myself. It might also help that if you're sending an essay like this you supply a title with it and maybe even a tl;dr so I don't accidentally skim-read it and delete it assuming it's about something else. Someone bringing an essay about Jaune/Weiss into my inbox really is cause for alarm. You don't know the stuff I've historically just deleted.

Just so everyone knows, Tumblr used to have a word limit of around - I want to say like 250 words, so a paragraph - and a lot of us are still getting adjusted to the freeform wordcount. It's a really different experience because I'm not just answering brief thoughts/questions, I'm now like, interacting with whole essays, and to be entirely frank I'm not overly fond of it. You have to appreciate the length of my response to brief questions (e.g. this very ask here today). I don't think Tumblr is conducive to a debate format like this lol.

That being said: yeah I had separate thoughts about Blake/Sun and its equivalency to Jaune/Weiss, and I was talking to my IRL friend about that yesterday; in the past I've speculated that the Blake relationship patterns also reflect Jaune's, including a point of contention over a redhead kill. I didn't make any posts about the development of Blake/Sun as it pertains to V9!Jaune/Weiss, mostly because I actually hated that storyline then and found its development really boring (on my rewatches I'm really bad and usually just skip past Blake's storyline when Ilia's not around) and I didn't feel confident expressing my feelings on the matter. So that being said, that you've outlined what seem to be eerie parallels, I think you've arguably done a better job than I possibly could on the topic.

So consider yourself the very rare exception in this circumstance where I'm not annoyed and actually quite grateful. Even further I'm grateful someone else noticed the parallel to Blake/Sun, so I'm not the only one seeing it. I agree with everything you've said here (although I would quibble that the romances are thematically and narratively fundamental to the show, and I am personally here for the show insofar as I think its most interesting ideas are actually realised through the romances and the character redemptions. I'm a 'shipper' in a very serious sense that might run contrary to casual fandom, but a shipper all the same).

I'm glad you found my earlier posts about Jaune/Weiss relieving, because I feel pretty alone on the matter since it's obviously a ship some people want to happen, and it's the 'obvious choice' insofar as lazy storytelling. Nice guy waits patiently and gets hot and she finally notices him, yay. I'm gonna puke. Nevermind the replacement goldfish business.

I'm very curious that you're not largely a shipper and you're mostly approaching the matter textually; first of all, way to blow up my ego, because you know the frightful thing with Jaune/Cinder is of course the accusation I'm biased and seeing things because I want them to smooch, but further to that, if you don't mind me asking, what convinced you? I think what you've outlined here with the romances suggests we have similar background of analysis, especially that tension between the shiny thing in the left hand (anime romantic trope) and the textual meat in the right hand being disguised. This type of magician's foreshadowing trick is interesting, even if at times I feel it's a little mean when they do it (it's not a RWBY exclusive thing, just maybe some elements of how it's done). To be totally frank, I do think the shipbaiting is partly to stir furore, but the out-of-nowhereness did make it a little strange (and tonally off with his reintroduction, but that's me).

Seriously, go back and rewatch Volumes 4-8 and compare the Jaune/Weiss interactions to the romances developing at that time. Every reunion, there's no major Jaune/Weiss reunion (V5/V8) when all the others get one, there's barely any dialogue, even when he's healing her in an ostensibly major fucking dramatic scenario their dialogue barely scratches the surface of just buddies being friends. If I were a shipper I'd be disappointed because fan of the romance or no, there is genuine intensity to the other canonical romances, even completely pre-canon ones (e.g. Oscar/Ruby confrontation in V5 and their whole everything). So the out-of-nowhereness in V9 is either bad writing, or it's paralleling Blake/Sun and is saying things about who Jaune once thought he should've been. I'm not going to repeat all of my Jaune posts, but seriously, the only way I can intuitively parse this is that he puts all of those notions about who he should've been to bed, including the idle childish fantasy of the perfect princess (who doesn't even want to be a princess, so who is the one in this story who desperately wants to be a Maiden). I think it's especially damning that Weiss has only noticed him 'now' from a textual perspective, even if shippers consider it 'finally earnt' now he's hot or whatever. Shiny thing in the left hand, meat in the right hand.

If the show had committed to Blake/Sun, hey, I'd give it to the Jaune/Weiss shippers no problem. But it didn't and it was never intended to. So what fucking gives? Because I really don't think it was only purely shipbaiting with those two; I think there was something more weighted there done with the teasing and who the characters are/who they want to be, even if there was some of that. So is the story smart or not? Are they setting up Jaune to do things related to Cinder after this for a reason? (If we do get a parallel of V4/V5 fully, Jaune does want to hunt Cinder down back then, and um... I'm just saying, Blake returns to Yang after her time with Sun...)

So if you've got (bold for kill, central conflict to the given canon endgame pairing): Blake/Adam = Jaune/Pyrrha, Blake/Ilia = Jaune/Weiss (Beacon era), Blake/Sun = Jaune/Weiss (V9), Blake/Yang = Jaune/who??????? WHO, PRAY TELL??????

[blackstarproject]

Hi! I’ve been getting a lot of attention on my lava monster post thanks to PM Seymour and am happy to have some new followers on board! I was actually going to delete the post before I saw it made it into their recent vid but have since decided to keep it.

For all my new followers: Welcome!

I’ve made this disclaimer once on my pinned post but I’ll make it again here: I post very sporadically on this blog and only when I have something worth sharing, be it art or writing pertaining to my OCs. If you’re following me and are interested in my project, feel free to check out some of my older posts on this blog. But please be patient and prepared for long wait times in between posts.

That being said, I currently have something in the works that I can’t wait to share with you. No, it’s not the lava monster. That’s distant future stuff, for now. ;)

I don’t interact with other users on this blog as that just creates clutter but I will respond to notes using my main blog @captain-crackship. So if Captain Crackship claims to be the OP on any of my posts, take it from me, they’re legit.

Any questions you have about me or my project (or your crackships!) can be directed to @captain-crackship‘s ask box. I will make sure to tag accordingly. Again, thank you for checking out my blog and I can’t wait to share more with you in the near future!

[eldritchpersonality]

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This is an rp blog for my OC Darlene Alden, a witch character from one of my comic series’.

My name is D and I’m 28 y/o! I will not ship with anyone under 18.

Mun does not equal muse.

I am semi-selective when it comes to interactions and may occasionally drop threads when I lose interest. Nothing personal, I just can’t come up with my best responses when my muse is no longer feeling an interaction.

Writing styles that pertain to this blog are literate and ic blogging (blogging from the characters perspective). Feel free to reply to any posts I’ve made ic!! So long as I haven’t tagged someone else for a specific interaction, of course.

I will RP with those outside of my fandom.

This blog will contain many and consistent adult themes such as mentions of sex, drugs, violence, and the like. If that’s something that bothers you, I’d advise against following. However, I will try my best to tag everything appropriately.

I reserve the right to delete asks that I don’t feel comfortable answering, drop threads, and unfollow/soft block someone should discourse occur. It takes ALOT for me to be pushed to the limit of unfollowing/blocking someone but I want to establish this now. I will not put myself through something mentally draining around toxic individuals on a platform made for people to interact and get along and have fun. That’s what we’re all here for and hopefully that’s the way it will stay.

As much fun as I have in the rpc, I have a life outside of it. Please be patient with my replies. They can range from being slow as hell to sporadic and consistent, it all depends on my mood and since I don’t know how I’ll be feeling day to day, I can’t determine how consistent I will be. Interest may dwindle but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to continue a thread; I just may take a little longer to get to it. Please do not pester me about replies, this makes me want not want to get to them at all—I promise I haven’t forgotten, more than likely it’s drafted and I plan to get to it when I’m able to produce a response I feel is good enough/I’m proud of.

I’m also always down for shipping whether it’s plotted or it just so happens that our characters have chemistry (in fact I actually prefer chemistry more than anything). This blog is multiship. Though I’d appreciate it if it wasn’t forced onto me and you don’t take to guilting me when I don’t wish to ship with you; it’s happened before and it’s super rude but I trust that everyone will respect my boundaries when it comes to this.

If I ever do anything that bothers you in my responses in writing or otherwise ooc, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. Reach out to me and inform me so i can keep it from happening again in the future.

[aceofbooks-perused-collections]

Need Help With My Bookmarks?

Here is a detailed (but not extensive) guide to how I tag reblogs. Don’t be afraid to reach out and ask for something more specific to be tagged so that it can be filtered for your benefit. Examples: #non-con, #choking, #breeding, etc.

Because of the current state of this blog, not all of the hyperlinked tags lead anywhere. This will change over time. Not all of the tags listed here are hyperlinked because of how I’ve chosen to format them. This will not change over time.

I’m more than happy to tag other things so that you can filter them from your dashboard for yourself. Just reach out and let me know! 🩶

#ace of books answers – how I will tag asks (sticky notes) and submissions (bulletin board)

#ace of books wants to read – self-explanatory; fics that are on my tbr (sometimes I’ve already skimmed them, but I need to come back and do an actual read through)

#ace of books reads – also self-explanatory; fics that I have finished reading

#ace of books reviews – sometimes I’ll write actual thoughts about fics, sometimes I’ll scream in the tags. this is not a rating system of any kind, it’s just a way to organize the fics that I’ve written thoughts for and those that I have not.*

*(Sometimes I’ll have read a fic without reviewing it. I do always intend to come back with my thoughts, it might just not be in a timely manner.)

#writer: ____ – easy way to navigate all the fics from a given author on my blog

#character: ____ – easy way to navigate all the fics for a given character on my blog

#fandom: ____ – easy way to navigate all the fics in a given fandom on my blog

#fandom: original work – fics or posts that are original content from an author. it’s labelled with a #fandom tag for consistent formatting reasons.

#crossover: ____ – fics that take place in a pre-established fandom that is not its own (mythology aus, modern aus, canon adjacent aus, other "non-fandom" aus, etc. are not tagged this way; they aren't tagged at all)

#note to self: ____ – self-explanatory; it’s a note to myself for a given fic; sometimes a warning, sometimes a reminder

#smutty reads – fics that contain explicit sexual content of some nature (implied sexual content/things like “heavy petting” do not get this tag); #non-con/#dub-con fics and most other kinks are currently tagged this way. sometimes i batch queue posts (mostly chapter fics) and i don't always take the time to tag the one fic that has sexual content; this does get rectified eventually.

#selfship works – fics that were written for someone/by someone in a selfshipping context. if anyone finds themselves in this tag and would like me to remove said fic, don’t hesitate to reach out!

#might have already reblogged this? – a sorting function for myself because the queue is currently extensive, and I’m often collecting works from various sources, so I can’t always keep track if I’ve already reblogged a fic or not. once I’m finished developing this blog and the queue has mostly run out, I’ll go back and delete duplicates. (there might be multiple tags pertaining to the same message; did you know that if a tag only exists in your queue, tumblr won’t autofill it?)

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[shireduchess]

anyway~ I’ve got no intention to share anything. What happened was a private matter between two adults and I’m not happy with how it developed and ended (why would I be) but I’m just doing my best to move on from this chapter in my life and I truly wish the other person involved nothing but the best for their own life

all asks pertaining to this (from people I don’t know at all especially) are being deleted

[er0t0ph0n0philia]

rules.

[ last edited 01/31/2024 ]

This blog is a sideblog to a personal blog. My main blog is @kottonkandykiller and it is not a roleplay hub— please do not follow it. Nothing pertaining to this blog will be posted there. Asks may be sent from it if the anonymous feature is turned off, but otherwise it is a completely separate entity.

This blog is 18+. Minors who follow or interact with this blog will be immediately blocked, and if someone is found out to be faking their age, they will be blocked as well.

Smut is available to be roleplayed on this blog, but very selectively. It needs to be placed under a read more by both parties. It needs to be tagged appropriately (I will be using the tag nsfw tw). It cannot be the only reason that you write with me. Nikki is very hypersexual, so things of a sexual nature are important to him, but having normal threads as well as smut threads is important to me as well.

Several dark and generally not safe for work topics will be touched on often on this blog, largely due to the nature of the shows and the character. However, they will all be tagged appropriately, and if I deem something too dark to be left with merely a tag, I will place it under a read more.

This blog is not mutuals only in terms of interaction, but it is semi-selective. This means that I reserve the right to not interact with you or your muse(s) if I feel like said interaction will not be an enjoyable one. This is nothing against the mun, this is just for my own comfort.

All tags will be tagged as topic tw. I keep a list of things that I tag in such a manner (including all tags requested in rule pages), and you are welcome to request for something to be tagged.

I humbly request that you tag depictions of vomit, insects, arachnids, bigotry, biphobia, and transphobia as emetophobia, entomophobia, arachnophobia, misogyny, biphobia, and transphobia in your given trigger tagging style. This does not mean that I am unwilling to roleplay with these topics, but I would still like them tagged so I can mentally prepare myself for seeing them.

I will not roleplay incest, pedophilia, non-con, nor detailed bigotry whatsoever. This does include descriptions of the aforementioned topics (except in the cases of non-con and bigotry), but they can be mentioned in passing as long as a discussion about them is not occurring.

Personal blogs, do not follow this blog unless you have a roleplay sideblog and state it clearly in your pinned post or bio. Personal blogs are more than free to send asks as long as they specify whether it’s out of character or in character, but I will not roleplay with them.

Do not ask me to trim posts, because I am permanently on mobile and cannot. I would appreciate it if my partner could trim the post instead, but if my partner is also on mobile, I will create a new post every 4 or so replies and tag them and the post in it.

I will not participate in drama. Do not send me things about it. Do not ask me to defend or attack someone else. Do not involve me in any way. Any asks pertaining to out of character drama will be ignored and deleted.

The mun and the muse are not the same. Anything that my muse thinks of your muse does not pertain to my opinions of your muse or you. This includes my muse’s opinions of anything else. They do not reflect mine. Do not assume that they do, specifically in regards to mental health. Do not assume that my muse’s mental health reflects mine in any way, shape, or form.

Do not nag me for replies. I likely decided to drop the thread– I don’t typically forget to reply, as I privately track all threads that I am involved in. If you think that I’ve dropped a thread or forgotten to respond, though, feel free to start another thread.

If you send me a DM with the purpose of making small talk, it is likely that I will not respond. This is not due to any personal feelings against you, but due to the fact that it gives me intense anxiety to be chatting mindlessly online (unless you are using tone tags). This rule does have exceptions, but only if we’ve had multiple positive out of character interactions beforehand.

I don’t typically like slice-of-life threads that don’t go anywhere at all. A common exception would be attempting to develop a relationship between our muses of any form. Any interactions between romantic partners are exempt from this rule.

This blog is single-verse and multi-ship. All romantic relationships will be in separate universes from each other, but they will remain connected to the main universe. My muse is also polyamorous, however, so a joint universe could be arranged if all parties involved are okay with it.

I do not accept crossovers from any fandom except for The Amazing Digital Circus, Murder Drones, or Lackadaisy. Even from those fandoms, I would still like to discuss how this crossover is happening and which of our muses is in the wrong universe (or if something else happened). Fandomless muses abide by the same rules as muses from the above fandoms.