#I'm seriously flattered you guys actually read these

[sp-growingpains]

You posted this forever ago. I never got around to asking. Kinda forgot. From this ask list:

10) What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

You're so fine, dude! Thank you for even taking the time to read through my blog. I appreciate that so much!

10) What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

Oh dude, are we ready for more word vomit? Because I've got one right now. (I know, but just bear with me.)

Out of all the AUs, the one is gonna be the Western!AU. I wrote that Gunslinger!Kyle fic forever ago and just...kinda fell in love with the whole thing Phone Destroyer did. I love Cowboys so much! That's my favorite flavor of anything, really!

When I do these AUs! This is where I get to explore what if Jean was a little more antagonistic. If we're going with the "they're just kids playing pretend heehee." Then she takes on these roles because it makes her friends look like hero's, like good people. She is absolutely alright with being the "bad guy" if it means her favorite people look good!

If we're talking like, actually AU, then I don't know why she's like this I just think it creates for interesting story telling.

For the Western!AU I have this thought of her being a bandit leader. Back in the 1800s there was a woman nicknamed Calamity Jane who raised all sorts of hell! She was a wonderful markswoman, dressed like a man, swore like a sailor, and still had time to nurse men back to health during the smallpox outbreak.

So I based Jean's Western!AU off of her. "Calamity Jean" if you will! (Please laugh)

I imagined her having these posse of people who go around causing trouble and keeping things lively. The kind of gang that has a code, ya know?

"Don't steal from the poor,"

"keep it between us and the sheriff",

"No women, no kids."

That sorts thing! I haven't gotten a lotta time to think about it beyond that. But fuck I wanna, especially if I'm able to rope other people into my bullshit!

[jo-gakky]

Can you express how much you love Nezha? I’d love to read about your rambles ❤️

WAAAAAAAAA this is such a flattering ask to get! 

I'm really bad at expressing myself when it comes to things I love, but I LOVE talking about and pointing out the little details about my favorite little guys!!

(also a quick note! I tend to describe things using examples/scenarios. If it gets a bit confusing, please don't be afraid to ask me about anything <3)

Nezha, specifically the LMK version of him, brings me a kind of stability and comfort that no other character really does/ever has. The comfort derives from sort of a combination between his general presence/movement, ideals and actions.

Have you guys ever met someone who just OOZES stability? They're dependent, and manage situations with grace, even despite their own troubles?

That's the kind of guy I read Nezha as! He's a noble guy with a stable moral compass, and he's self-assured in his actions and his righteousness, however, he's not afraid to admit his own wrongs when they pop up. He's stubborn, sure, but not to a fault. Despite knowing of Wukongs reckless behavior, he entrusts the responsibility and himself to Wukong’s plan(s). And to be honest, what deity in this show is NOT a bit stubborn?

Nezha is everything I'm not, and I ADMIRE that so much. There is something comforting in watching him whenever he comes on screen, because he is what every other deity pretends to be. He is just an honest guy, and honestly what's better than that? 

He's just the type of guy you could trust wholeheartedly!

Again, I could be reading his character wrong. Rewatching LMK always makes me notice new things about characters that provide a new context to them, and Nezha is no different. 

But that's absolutely okay with me, because that means I get to re-explore all these characters over again!

But for my current impression of Nezha, I read him as a stern guy with a heart of gold!

I could imagine, even if he was on duty, he'd be the type to help out if someone asked him for a hand. He'd probably hesitate, but only because leaving his post probably feels like sacrilege to him, but in the end he can't neglect a person in need of a hand. He's a generally kind, nice and reliable guy, but betraying that trust would make him incredibly doubtful of whoever slighted that trust, for a long while. His trust is preserved for those who deserve it. He seems to be a good judge of character, and wont give his full trust to those who are suspicious.

I also just feel like he's the stern type, that actually hides a side that's more cheeky, but in fear of becoming a joke or looked down upon, he represses that side of him.

I don't know how to really express exactly what I mean with all of this, but I generally just love him so much for being such a stable, kind, responsible and grounded character!

Something about him screams safety, and I'm genuinely so sad that I didn't pay him much mind on my first watch.

Aside from his general character, his design also just SCREAMS comfort and happiness to me!

The Pretty pinks and teal speaks to his calmness and general kindness and goodness, while the bright reds give a hint of his ferocious battle skills and power. And perhaps his temper, but I don't really think he has much of a temper. He gets a bit annoyed, but if i'm being honest, i would get a bit irked too if someone who could help wasn't taking something, possibly dangerous, seriously.

Beside his pleasing color scheme, his general shape-language is GORGEOUS and i love it so much! His hairstyle specifically makes me so happy! It's so beautiful!

He's also just generally really fun to draw, which adds a lot when it comes to a character's appeal for me.

This is just a minor detail, but I thought I'd add it anyway : His english voice BRINGS ME SUCH JOY! His voice is such a perfect fit for the kind of person he is! (tbh all the english voices are perfect, but specifically Nezha's voice strikes a chord with me.)

Um

yeah

That's just the basics!

TL;DR : I really like Nezha bc he's very cool and nice and awesome and responsible! <3 He makes me happy :)

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Hello! I have finally stopped crying about Friday night long enough to come tell you guys about it! Also kind of a face reveal I guess? I wasn't planning on posting pictures of myself ever on Tumblr but, um, I met some of Powerwolf, so I'm telling literally everyone who will listen about it. If you'd like to read all about the most amazing night of my life it's below the cut cause my god am I going to ramble and there's going to be a lot of pictures. Posting Update coming later now that I can finally get back to work ❤️

*cracks knuckles* now, I had to take the full day yesterday to literally sit on my floor with my friends to recount that night in as much detail as possible. Every thing I tell you has been fact checked and reviewed by 3 other people lol. I literally can't even believe the night I had, I still think I'm dreaming tbh.

So, as you may or may not know, Powerwolf is literally my favorite band ever. I missed their first US tour so I was determined to get my ass to this show and have the greatest time, also I'm not going to turn down a chance to see Falk Maria Schlegel in person, it ain't gunna happen chief. I got tickets for my friends and I, we made a whole day of it, we got our nails done and met up the morning of and had breakfast and did face masks and all got ready together, it was wonderful, I'm so glad we made the decision to do that because of my god my NERVES that morning. We ended up getting to the venue around 3, which meant we had to stand in line for 4 hours but it was definitely worth the sacrifice. We were about 10 people from the front by the time we lined up. When we got there, none other than Roel VanHelden was hanging out around their tour bus, taking pictures and just talking with a small group of people. He was so nice when we went down to meet him, my friends and I were all dressed up for the occasion and he looked at us and went "wow, you all look incredible!" I think my soul left my body. I told him he was my favorite drummer ever and I'm so excited to finally be able to see him live and he looked so genuinely flattered. I got a picture with him that's at the bottom.

A little while later I look down the sidewalk and happen to notice Charles doing the same thing. He was also super sweet and super funny. I, for some reason, was so much more nervous meeting him than I was meeting Roel so I just kind of ran up said hi took my picture said thank you and ran away, but he was very sweet when he was talking with my friends. ALSO HES SO DAMN HANDSOME WITH HIS GLASSES ON I AM SUCH A CHARLES GIRL AFTER FRIDAY NOW BUT WELL GET MORE INTO WHY LATER!!! Sorry lost my cool, picture with him is also below

We get inside, we get all the way up to the left side of the stage at the barrier, I'm directly in front of Falk and Matthew the entire concert. Unleash The Archers was incredible, I unfortunately only know their song Soulbound, but they're amazing if you're into women fronted power metal bands, I highly recommend them. The entirety of the concert itself was incredible, everyone is so talented and it was so amazing, just for the music I would go back again and again.

But, my god, do those men LOVE interacting with the crowd. I'm gunna go member by member, we made a bullet list lol. We ended up getting notices by every single member of Powerwolf multiple times, like I seriously still can't believe it, it doesn't feel real, but it happened and I have 3 other people telling me it happened so I guess I have to trust them lol.

Roel we unfortunately didn't get to see much obviously because he's at his kit, but after the show was over he came over and gave my friend a drum cover that was signed by the entire band, we have agreed that one day a month I come over we pull it out (until it gets framed), smoke a bowl, and just look at it for a little while together because that's how we're going to share joint custody of it lol. Seeing him play live was also just unreal.

Attila carries such a presence on stage it's actually fucking insane. How easily that man can command an entire room is scary. I don't know if I have the video, I might have to get it from someone else still. But there was one point we were singing along with Attila and he came over and sang directly to my friend and I and reached out for us and we both screamed. He acknowledged us a couple other times throughout the show.

We were on the opposite side of the stage from Charles but him and Matthew switch sides pretty much during every song so he was over pretty frequently. The first time he came over he immediately recognized my little group, he pointed right at me and smiled, I personally think he noticed how I loosened up a lot since almost passing out earlier lol. But he would be constantly coming over and singing along with us, there was also one point I noticed he accidentally bumped into Attila and he just looked at him and blew him a kiss and it was the funniest thing I've ever seen. CHARLES ALSO THREW ME ONE OF HIS ARM BANDS!!!! When he came over after final bows, he threw a couple pics, I missed literally all of them because I have zero depth perception and despite the fact I was wearing 5" platforms I was still stupidly short lol, he noticed proceeds to pull off one of the ones he had on, came right to the edge of the stage and tossed it to me and he got so smiley when I screamed back thank you, he has such a nice smile omfg it's not fair. But he was incredible.

We were right in front of Matthew, we definitely spent the most time with him, he was also in love with us. They played Sinners of The Seven Seas, which is a personal favorite song of mine, so I was absolutely losing my shit, screaming every word, and after they finished each song he would acknowledge the whole crowd and give thumbs up and all that, and then he looks at me, I shit you not my knees almost have out from just now direct this eye contact was the first time, he goes "wow" and gives me a thumbs up and a really impressed look, so of course I got all flustered which made him laugh. He would acknowledge me after pretty much every song, doing kind of the same thing, motioning to the whole crowd and then motioning directly to me, it became a joke, we would both laugh whenever he did it. At one point I made a heart at him and he got the brightest smile and also seemed so genuinely flattered, they all did, every one of them just seemed so touched and happy that all of us loved them so much it was super sweet. But, anyways, back to Matthew. He sang along with us a lot too and was just genuinely so fun to watch, he's such a talented guitarist, I got to see him play the most. He also threw me a guitar pick, I gave it to one of my other friends that came since she didn't catch anything.

Falk Maria Schlegel... I was so insane about this man BEFORE this concert... I am simply unwell about him now. This, to me, is by far the most unbelievable part of my night because I'm literally in love with him. He's kind of similar to Roel where it's hard to get his attention cause he's also mostly up on the back stage, so he didn't really start to come down to the stage until near the end of the show anyways. But he came down at one point and that man held eye contact with me for a good 30 seconds while Attila was making his speech, I thought my heart stopped, how are his eyes even prettier in person? He's just so fun and so cute, I love watching him interact with the crowd. He came over to my side of the stage after the first encore, Attila was giving a speech about how we're all one big heavy metal family and it was very nice. I had to go over this with my friends about 9 times, I still think they're lying to me and I hallucinated the whole thing. Falk motions to the whole crowd and says I love you, then turns looks directly at me, motions to me specifically and says I love you. I blacked out for about 30 seconds I think, my heart was restarted by the last song starting (I fucking love werewolves of Armenia) they were doing final bows and Falk came back over to my side of the stage, he looked at me so I blew him a kiss and made a heart and he went, "oh! Thank you!" Motioned to me and then held his hands over his chest and he looked so happy, they all looked so happy, I hope they come back soon I already miss them. I plan on being right back up in front next time, who knows, maybe they'll even remember me lol

We're also going to be in their city recap video, and Jen Dorn (Attila's wife) took a bunch of pictures and posted a video of us on her Instagram and we got to meet her too, she was also very sweet and very pretty!!

Okay have some pictures of the greatest night of my life, some of them aren't cropped right, that's my bad lol

I have more videos and stuff I can post if you guys would like to see them!!

[rageprufrock]

You are the only author in which I’m like - oh look, Pru wrote for a new c-drama. And then I seriously contemplate watching the 40 eps just so I can get the ~full reading experience~ of the fic. What desperation is this??????? T_T

A) Thank you for your kind words! I'm so flattered you like my writing, and it's always humbling to realize that the silly stories I put out on the internet have made an impact on folks.

B) Seriously though you should watch Mysterious Lotus Casebook. It's probably one of my favorite things I've watched in the last few years, and has bewitched me in a way that is difficult to quantify. Most modern Chinese historicals tend toward (badly rendered) romance or are actually more fantasy than wuxia, but Mysterious Lotus Casebook bucks that trend and is funny, well-acted, beautifully costumed and the fight scenes whip ass. It also has an absolutely unhinged female character who decides to take two of the three male leads as her unwilling queen and consort--a decision that the fandom collectively recognizes is her due, as we all support Jiao-jie's rights but more importantly her (objectively deranged) wrongs.

I am also absolutely balls deep in brain rot about this fandom. As I've said before: I refuse to get trenchfoot alone. All of you guys get down here with me and write about Li Lianhua abusing his Yangzhouman technique to go seven rounds and break Fang Duobing's ass but good.

[justarandombrit]

@femslashfortnight 23rd June - Fake Dating AU - Lautity

I really have a weird love for Fake Dating AUs so instead of doing art for this prompt, I decided to write something. It's actually the first time I've ever written Lautity so just bare that in mind while reading. (Also I don't have Ao3 so it's just below the cut)

Steph had never hated her father more.

For a man who once asked the hospital to unplug his father's life support so the sympathy over his death wasn't overshadowed by a local football match, forcing his daughter to find a date for a school dance seemed like a comparatively reasonable request. To Steph, however, her father could've stabbed her and she'd have more easily forgiven him.

Just last summer he'd carted her off to Camp Idontwannabang to protect his precious reputation because sex was evil and scandalous, and now it was all “Stephanie, as the mayor's daughter you are expected to find a fitting partner for occasions such as these. The town will begin thinking I'm forbidding you from dating, and we can't have that, can we?”

When she, admittedly quite bluntly, told him about her plan to spend the dance hanging around with Brenda and Stacy, he gave her an ultimatum.

Get a date by the dance, or he'd pick one himself.

She severely doubted her father's taste in men, especially since he'd been near constantly talking about how well-respected Brad Callaghan’s parents were in town.

She'd joked to Brenda and Stace that he'd have her going with one of the Monroe boys, but between a bleach blond twelve year old, and the biggest prick of a Linebacker she'd ever met, Trent Monroe didn't seem so bad.

In all seriousness, though, those hypotheticals would never come to fruition. She was Stephanie fucking Lauter, for Christ’s sake. She had her pick of the school, even if it was just because her dad was the mayor.

Max Jägerman would've been a safe bet, if not for the fact that they'd dated in Middle School for the worst month of her life. Plus, the breakup was messy beyond belief and even if it was just to a last minute post-game party, she suspected this would be even worse.

Both Kyle and Jason were off-limits, and she knew it. For a start, Brenda would kill her if she even touched Kyle’s arm, and she knew Max would make Jason's life a living hell, since one of his rules for his entourage was “No dating my exes on pain of wedgy”. Also, Jason had always weirdly reminded her of her father. Gross.

Brenda and Stacy were both just bad ideas. They had the somewhat rebellious factor of getting a girl instead of a guy, like she knew her dad would prefer, but Brenda was still madly in love with Kyle, and Stacy was still madly in love with Brenda. Best not to make that love triangle worse.

Maybe she should look away from the popular kids. Her dad never said anything about who the person had to be, and she kind of felt like being petty.

Her dating that bowtie kid, the Spankoffski, was definitely not flattering to her father's town-wide reputation. He was also pretty cute, but everyone knew his brother went missing a few months back, and she didn't want to lead him on when he was definitely not in the right headspace for a romantic relationship. And that fact might garner sympathy around them and turn it into one massive publicity stunt that would actually boost the Lauters’ reputation. All in all a bad idea.

Flemwad and Shitlips (she was relatively sure those weren't their actual last names, but that was the only thing anyone ever called them) were both definitely rock bottom in terms of desirability, but she had the feeling that dating either of them would drag her reputation down into the gutter too. This was about embarrassing her father, not her.

All of the other background nerds were essentially unapproachable, since she knew next to nothing about any of the other lower status students of Hatchetfield High. Although, wasn't one of them an arsonist? Definitely not.

This left, in Steph’s eyes, one candidate. One choice so crazy it just might work. Hatchetfield’s resident prude, none other than Grace Chasity.

Steph knew she looked like a creep staring down the hallway at Grace as she handed out flyers. She hadn't seen what any of the flyers had on them, but chances were it was a petition to cancel the very dance Steph was plotting about.

It might've been easier to march on down there, pick up an information pamphlet and join in on Grace's protest, but none of the Chasity family's holy crusades ever seemed to work, whether it be shutting down weed farms, boycotting diners, storming arcades, or stopping school dances. People tended to ignore them. Which was why what Steph was about to do would be so easy.

She slammed her locker shut and jammed her hands in the pockets of her trousers, Max Jägerman style. Unfortunately, women's jeans have considerably smaller pockets than letterman jackets, so she probably looked slightly awkward.

It definitely seemed to have the intended effect though, since people in the corridor shrunk away from her as she passed.

She knew getting Grace to agree to go through with her plan was a long shot, and Max might kick up a bit of a fuss, but Steph thought that out of everyone at the school, she might be the only one Grace would even consider dating. The girl was practically obsessed with her, after all.

“Hey, Chastity!” Steph shouted, getting her name wrong on purpose.

Grace’s face lit up, and she clutched her leaflets to her chest with one arm, throwing the other up to wave excitedly.

“Hi Steph! Do you want to help me hand out flyers before Biology?”

Steph desperately tried to make her smile look forced.

“As fun as that sounds, I'm actually here to ask a favour.”

Grace cocked her head to the side slightly, shifting her pamphlets to the other arm.

“It's not about the History homework is it? Steph, you know I won't help you cheat. We could do a study session in the library though! My parents might even let me stay out until 6pm!”

Ignoring both how enticing that offer sounded, and how sad the last comment was, Steph replied, “No, it's not about homework, I'll just cheat off of Spankoffski, it was actually about the dance–”

Grace looked scandalised, which Steph thought probably wasn't a good sign, but carried on anyway.

“– I don't have anyone to go with, and my dad is totally on my ass about it, so I wanted to know if you'd be chill with going with me, or, like, pretending to be my date, or something,”

Grace took a deep breath, and Steph braced herself for the verbal smackdown. Why did she think asking out the most puritanical seventeen year old on earth was a good idea?

“First of all, butt, Steph, not hmmm” –Grace hummed to avoid saying the profanity– “and secondly, I don't plan on going to this devil-worshipping sperm bank of a school party. It's a football party, Steph, a football party. We didn't even win! The Timberwolves wiped the floor with us!! And lastly, I will not ‘pretend to be your date’. We're seventeen, we shouldn't even be thinking about that stuff yet! Why would I even consider that?”

Steph really didn't want to resort to this, but her brain spit out a response before she'd had any say in the matter.

“If Max thinks you're a lesbian he'll stop trying to carry your books.”

If Steph knew what the five stages of grief actually were, she'd have assumed Grace was cycling through them now. Instead, she thought Grace looked like she'd gone from seeing a ghost, to being flustered beyond belief, to having eaten a wasp, to completely unreadable. Somehow that was the scariest one.

Grace bowed her head and avoided Steph's eyes while putting her papers in her backpack. After she'd checked they were all in there at least four times, Grace hoisted her backpack back on to her shoulder and took a deep breath.

“I- okay. Okay. Okay. I'll do it.”

It took everything in Steph not to hug Grace right there in the middle of the hallway. Instead, she shot Grace a singular finger gun and, in her best dirtbag boyfriend impression, turned around and yelled back “See you at the dance, hot stuff!”

Judging by the giggling around her, she knew Grace was probably bright red, and definitely going to kill her. Worth it.

[ss-shitstorm]

Hey I am considering writing my own book for a different fandom (gravity falls ) and you are without a doubt my favorite author (I recommended your works to my sgt lol). I have a few questions if you feel like answering if not that’s totally fine too.

First off- how do you prepare a space and headspace to get in the writing mood

Second- do you have any recommended playlist that help

Third- how do you make your characters so personable and yet not copy paste persona

I really enjoy how passionate you are and how much it shows through your work and would like a crumb of knowledge on how to derive from it 🙇‍♀️

My brain is sorta fried but I'm so fucking flattered you'd ask and are gonna do my best to answer this.

This is kinda complicated. I kinda...don't. I just force myself to do it. It's part of my routine like brushing my teeth or exercising. If I need to be in a specific mood for a specific character then I've got moodboards and by moodboards I mean picture folders of the character in question with a bunch of memes/shitposts/aesthetic fodder that reminds me of them. But a huge part of my productivity is to make it routine. That and (if I can help it) writing it as early in the day as possible, and leaving more mundane, less cognition-intensive tasks for later. (looking up "chronotypes" has actually been super helpful for this. Most people's brains have a certain time of day that they work best)

2. I don't really have a specific playlist for writing, but I kinda trained my brain to respond to certain musical genres by *only* playing them while I was studying or writing, so now when that type of music comes on, my brain goes "oh. It's time to learn chemistry/write." if you wanna try this then I suggest using a genre that you're not gonna really be tempted to listen to in different settings. Something pleasant to you that you're sorta ambivalent about.(I personally listen to Keji Haino and drone metal bc the odds of hearing or wanting to hear that shit outside of writing sessions is really low)

3. Ooh. this one's a (super flattering btw!) toughie. My personal technique for this is to write every character as though at some point, I might have to make the protag fall in love with them.(Or if that's not appropriate/possible for whatever reason, then the protag might adopt them/become extremely close found family) This way I learn more about them, take them more seriously, and I fall in love with them a little too. It kinda makes nobody a true side character.

Another thing is giving the preexisting characters(if we're speaking strictly fanfic) multiple new traits and hobbies that don't clash with their canon personality. Take your blorbo. Plop this fucker down in front of you and see how hard you can OC-ify their ass before they're no longer the character you started out with. Basically blingee the evershitting FUCK out of them. Then dial it back. Strip your new OC back down until they start resembling the character you started out with, and stop somewhere around there. That's your blueprint. You don't start OUT with this brand new freshly makeover'd guy, you slowly let your readers get to know them over the course of multiple chapters.

There's a thin line between enhancing their personality/backtory and covering up, and you'll probably cross it multiple times. But if there's one thing I've learned from decades of reading fanfic, it's that risking OOC behavior is kinda necessary to turn a good fic into a *mind-blowingly* good fic.

thank you for asking bro and good luck. I don't know much about GF other than ppl want to fuck the old guys and the flying dorrito but I'm in your corner the whole way. LMK when you write that shit

[misc-obeyme]

Okay so im a massive tea snobdrinker. Love me my leaf juice. I love everything from old school Chinese to full English drowning in milk. If the OM cast had a signature tea, what do you think they would be?

Personally I can't see Mammon drinking anything but coffee, and Lucifer has a thing for premium aged Pu-er, but the rest elude me. Earl gray seems a little obvious for barbs, so I thought I'd ask an expert 😉

Also congrats on the 50k+ word fiction. Can't wait to read it! I'm seriously thinking of ways to put Pandora on page properly, of which you have her thanks.

-🪿honk

Oh, thank you! It was never meant to be that long but here we are 🙃

I do hope you write Pandora's story if you're inspired to!! For me, it's truly the highest of compliments when someone says I've inspired them to write or create something... I hope you enjoy the journey!

Okay, okay, so tea.

I'm kind of a snob too but I also drink coffee... I like all kinds of fancy drinks! But I haven't really considered what I think the characters' signature might be so now I'm curious about it.

Lucifer is interesting because he's canonically a tea drinker - his and Barb's chatroom is called Tea Demons lol. And I think you're right, he's gonna go for the rare or more involved type of tea and the way pu-er is made that checks right out to me.

I kinda think Mammon would drink chai tea lattes. I don't know why, but something about that combo of spicy sweet just makes me think of him.

Levi doesn't strike me as a tea drinker much at all. He gives off massive energy drink vibes. But I could see him maybe going for some southern style sweet tea or like... an Arnold Palmer or something. An obvious exception would be if there was some kind of tea specific to an anime he was into lol.

They don't really talk about Satan drinking tea, but he absolutely strikes me as a drinker of tea. One of his hobbies is latte art so I could see him experimenting with tea lattes. But I think just for regular drinking, he would probably go herbal. Chamomile or mint or maybe lemon.

Asmo likes pretty tea so I assign him hibiscus tea. Either hot or iced, it's this gorgeous dark red. I also think he'd like to dump sugar into his tea and that actually makes hibiscus tea taste delicious imo. I also see him going floral in other ways like maybe having traditional black tea but flavored with rose or lavender.

Beel strikes me as a citrus guy. Orange spice tea. I could also see him enjoying something like peach tea. Or teas that are specifically made for like... giving you energy and such. You know for workouts?

Belphie probably drinks Sleepy Time tea lol. I mean that's probably too on brand but it'd be funny. Still, something soothing like chamomile is probably best for him.

I kinda get the sense that Diavolo will drink whatever tea Barbatos serves him. And I think he probably prefers Devildom varieties. But if he was going to have something from the human world, I'd have to go with acai berry tea. It's also dark red which gives me Dia vibes, but it's naturally a little sweeter than hibiscus so you don't have to add a ton of sugar.

Ahh Barbatos. I'm flattered you think of me as an expert. But it's hard to choose one for him because he seems to appreciate the flavors and uses of many different blends. However, if I was going to choose something, it'd be Jasmine green tea. Simple, elegant, with a subtle flavor profile that's easy to mess up if you don't brew it right, and a hint of floral. I could also see him particularly enjoying silver moonlight white tea - rare and harvested only beneath a full moon. That just feels like the kind of mysterious vibe Barb would like lol.

I think Simeon seems like he would also enjoy a variety of flavors, but I'd give him oolong. It's like in between black and green, smooth and sweet, just kind of perfect, like he is.

Solomon is the Earl Grey drinker. Classic and robust, with its black tea flavor enhanced with that little burst of bergamot. He might drink it black too but he likely puts milk in it. Though I can see him also enjoying it in latte form. I'm just imagining Satan making him London Fogs with cats drawn in the foam~

Mephisto probably drinks only Devildom tea lol. But if I'm gonna say what I think he'd be into rooibos. It's another red tea, so we've got his flamboyance, but it's more earthy in flavor than either hibiscus or acai which I think would fit his palate. Plus we know that he dumps sugar in his tea and I think a good rooibos could handle that.

Raphael strikes me as an English Breakfast tea drinker. Give him the classic black tea blend with some milk, but no sugar. I don't know why, it just feels no nonsense like him lol.

Lastly I give Thirteen matcha tea. Thirteen is different in many ways - the only female in the cast, the only reaper, etc. And matcha is tea but it's different and it has a unique flavor. And matcha powder can be used in all kinds of things, too. It's versatile. And I think all of that fits with her personality.

Oh dear I seem to have written an essay on tea. It's fine, it's fine, I'm totally normal about this I promise.

[cephalotyrant]

hiiihiii who out of azurido is more likely to ask the other if they'd still love him if he was a worm? Me personally i think it'd be azul just because he just seems to deal with insecurity and stuff more but a weird part of me can't help but imagine riddle doing the orange peel test on azul

And imagine riddle seeing azul's octopus form T_T he already knows azul is an octopus but actually seeing it for real??? And azul's reaction???? and riddle hesitates or smth and AZUL THINKS HE DISLIKES IT RAHHHHHHH-

Also you've probably scrolled thru their tag onn ao3 but there's this one super good completed longfic featuring them called Petals and Pearls by bedtime_at_four_am (That reminds me BRO I NEED TO GO COMMENT ON IT RAGHHHH) it's a fake-dating au

but yeah they're just goobers aghhhh

and part of me can't help but imagine pre book-6 azurido as like the popular onesided radiostatic trope in hazbin but less.... yk villainy/hateful and more just competitive azul with riddle being so confused where Azul's just trying so hard to get one over on riddle and just constantly scheming while riddle is like... wow that guys weirdly smug i wonder why anyways

like-

Azul: IM GOING TO MAKE THIS BOY PAY FOR UNDERESTIMATING ME JUST YOU SEE

Riddle: Wow he seemed a bit angry. I guess someone made him eat hamburg steak on a tuesday or something

anyways tyy and sorry for taking ur post as a chance to invade ur inbox

YIPPEE A RESPONSE AND ITS FROMMM YOUUU! <3 THE AZUL-ER EVER!

You mention ao3 and I can't help but remember the fact that there is already an Would You Love Me if I Was A Worm fic. (worm dorks) It is Cater's influence on Riddle but the other way around? Hm... Riddle's a very doting person to animals and the worm being his boyfie? yeah he'd take the question extremely seriously and swear his loyalty to worm-Azul. The orange peel test... yeah. Less of a 'test' and more 'Riddle's just not used to peeling his own oranges'. Like he gets a craving for them and royally messes up his first attempt so Azul does it in his stead. After laughing at how bad he is, of course. (But stopping right before he gets too upset about it. I think Azul would be very careful with boundaries, considering his past with bullying and his abilities to read other people's cues.)

Azul is bigger than Jade and Floyd in their merforms... tiny Riddle. I think he'd be shocked to see just how much bigger this previously only 5'9 slimy businessman is. and it'd scare Azul.

F... funny you mention Petals and Pearls... I've been meaning to touch it up and edit it a little.... yeah.... uhm. I check Azul/Riddle on ao3 daily nightly evening-ly. I was there when it was written because ITS IN MY GOOGLEDOCS. HAHAHA. 🥲🥹

...Being everywhere as a contributor to a rarepair is hard. 'Super Good' I'M FLATTERED AND TEARING UP.....

On the bright side. While drowning in wips from all sides I'm already drafting my NEXT ONE. It's the exact opposite. No one believes that they're NOT dating (it's the newspaper's fault..) 🙏

Never watched Hazbin! But (Idia or Cater, cant remember) have mentioned that they've only been classmates in their current year, which means it's totally possible that Riddle used to Be Azul's classmate. Add the fact that they were pre-overblot, and it goes crazy. Like rough draft but imagine,

"I'd appreciate it if you focused on the professor, Azul."

(What Azul hears) "Don't waste my time, stupid octopus. I'm already a housewarden you're not on my level. loser."

And Azul vows to get him. The end.

Which makes a funny juxtaposition because Jamil’s ACTUALLY like "Leave me alone, stupid octopus. Just leave me alone. Loser."

Please take over my inbox whenever you want. This padded room is lonely.

[ghouldtime]

hello hello i just want to say you're my absolute FAVORITE cod fic writer that ive come across(especially how you characterize könig), all the guys feel so real and distinguished in their characters its so lovely to read every single time

SALUTATIONS ANON 💚💚💚💚💚 I HOPE YOURE HAVING A WONDERFUL DAY

I'm absolutely flattered and honored to hear that 😭😭😭😭 you guys are so astoundingly nice to me!! Im not always great at words especially when it comes to things like this but it's really heart warming and gives me motivation to keep ON writing, especially on those writer block days (which seem to be a dime a dozen recently as I'm getting over the last hurdle of this illness)

I'm so so so glad you like my writing that much!!! 💚💚💚 Seriously, I'm terrible at accepting compliments but to be someone's favorite?? 😭😭😭 Actually crying

I try my best to keep the characters well rounded and characterized true to their appearance, I always hope I'm doing them justice! TBH that's always a worry of mine that I'm going off the rails haha but also I do like taking creative liberty especially with characters like König where we don't know too much

I'm so happy that so many people like my versions of them and want to see more! Dont worry there PLENTY more fics and things to come in the future

💚💚💚💚 y'all are absolutely astounding and amazing and awesome! Keep on rocking

[monstrousintent]

Tbh I cannot believe I haven't followed you here on Tumblr yet, I've been reading MI for over a year now lol. 11-year-old porn fic series my beloved ❤️ this story and these characters have become near and dear to me, thank you for all your amazing work on it! I loved seeing Spy finally open his heart in the most recent installment, and am waiting for the day Scout can finally officially say he has 8 boyfriends lmao. Halfway there!

One thing I would also super love to see is more kinky stuff involving Spy, since he's expressed interest in that in the past--and especially now that he's willing to be a little more emotionally vulnerable, I could see that leading to some lovely moments with whoever he plays with. Maybe it's Engie and it leads to some inner conflict there concerning his relationship with Pyro? AUGH the possibilities glbgkesncboksbfh. This series is so much fun!

Oh man what a lovely thing to wake up to and start my day! Thank you so much for dropping me a line! :D

I'm glad you've been enjoying MI! It's definitely my passion project, and I'm always delighted when other people actually enjoy my silly self-indulgent AU, lol. You're super welcome, and thank you so much! I'm deeply flattered! <3 Spy's slow gradual coming around to his feelings has been a long time coming, and I was so excited to finally have the dam break. I love writing him, that cagey fucker, lol. At this point Scout'll claim he has eight boyfriends regardless of how accurate it is anyway because he's that guy lol, but yeah, the slow build of him collecting relationships on the team has been fun. XD

I do intend to do more kinky stuff with Spy, absolutely! Engie owes him a good consensual ass-kicking for sure. >3 (And I like the way you think owo) That fic is deffo in the pipeline to come up soon, but I have at least one other thing I wanna do that was suggested to me by the lovely @zigraves like months ago first. I've been working on that one but I might throw everything out and start again because I've gotten too bogged down in the extraneous details rather than the whole point and vibe of the story itself. I'll figure it out, though. <3

Seriously I can't thank you enough for sending me this ask and for reading my stories. I'm touched, and fighting back misty eyes, and I hope you have an amazing day, friend!

If you wanna follow my overall writing blog too (still like 99% TF2 fics) it's @typingatlightspeed, and my main blog is @markingatlightspeed which is a lot of TF2 but also just a lot of shitposting at a speed my username implies lol, so I understand it's not for everyone lol

[captain-hawks]

i'm sitting at the airport terminal in the middle of the night and something wild just happened to me and my first thought was "is this miya twin coded?" so i popped over here because 1. you're one of my absolute favorites. 2. i was just re-reading your kita piece for all the glorious emotional smut. and 3. you also <3 the miyas. please excuse me as i process this.

in senior year high school i went to a weekend-long statewide competition and met these twins in the elevator. one of them definitely had more swagger, more teasing confidence (the kind that guys who are usually successful with ladies have) and the other one was a little quieter, seemed a bit more sincere even though he talked less. we hit it off in conversation and they asked me and my friend if we wanted to grab food with them. i wasn't entirely sure but i thought maybe they were flirting? i was pretty sheltered up until that point and didn't want to assume incorrectly. towards the end of the comp the quieter twin asked if he could come visit me in my city and i, confused, asked "why??" spoiler alert: i ended up dating him for ~2 years.

i found out early on in our relationship that after our "casual dinner" that night when they got back to their room, Swag twin wanted to try his luck and see if he could get with me, but Quiet twin said that he would FIGHT HIM because Quiet really liked me and genuinely wanted to ask me out and he said he wouldn't let his brother ruin that by trying to hook up. Swag was apparently used to usually getting his way, so he realized how serious Quiet was to threaten to beat his ass so i guess he backed off. I didn't find this out until after Quiet and i started seriously talking/dating.

I went out of state for college but we maintained the LDR until halfway through my sophomore year. classic breakup reasons: growing pains/long distance was taking its toll/i wanted to explore life. but we remained on good terms and consider each other friends! we rarely talk, but he still let me use his netflix login for the past 11 years. when he was moving into a corporate role a couple years ago i helped him with interview prep, and when i was looking for a new job he sent me reqs he thought were a good fit.

he's had at least a couple relationships in the near-decade since we broke up (we don't talk about dating but i had seen on social media at some point). i've dated and had a few situationships and am now in a 4 year relationship with my bf. however, he most definitely doesn't know this because we don't chat often, i'm rarely on socials these days and my bf is a very private person.

i'm so sorry for how long this has been. all of this context is to say...i am chilling in the airport on my way home and I GOT A CONFESSION FROM QUIET?? something about i'm the one that got away, he feels he'd won the lottery by meeting me and having me in his life, he referenced the fight he had with his brother all those years ago and said he'd fight the same fight TO THIS DAY. i am flummoxed. i think it is a sign from the great spaghetti monster in the sky that i need to log off tumblr because my very first thought was "what in the fanfiction trope is this?" does this shit actually happen irl? now i need to go deal with this.

anyways thank you for reading this if you got this far! idk if it's just because it's twins and their dynamic is vaguely similar to osamu and atsumu but i was like...have i been isekai'ed into a miya twin fanfic? the sleep deprivation may be catching up to me and i may be entirely unhinged idk

first of all, ily and i’m so flattered you thought of me and ran over here to share this story. i literally read this while brushing my teeth because i was running late for work this morning, but i was so invested i had to read the whole message before i left.

anyway, EXCUSE ME????? i actually can’t get over this. how does it feel to have lived in a real life miya twins fanfic? are you taking interviews at this time? HE SAID HE WOULD FIGHT!!!! HIM? THE ATSUMU/OSAMU DYNAMICS i cannot believe. somewhere an author is on their knees (it’s me, the author). AND NOW THE CONFESSION???? OVER A DECADE LATER? i almost choked on my toothpaste. (i feel like there’s also irony to be found in the inherently symbolic nature of getting that message in such a transitionary, liminal space like an airport in the middle of the night.)

nonnie, i hope you have safe travels home and can get some much-deserved rest after that absolute bombshell. if there ever happens to be a future update or footnote to this story………..you know where to find me.

[e-adlirez]

How would you describe the Stilton family?

Or

How do you think a Thea Sisters x Geronimo Stilton book would go down?

How about I answer both? :3

OKAY SO the Stilton family is, dare I say it, one big dysfunctional mess :D There are good parts and members of the family who are vibing (see Aunt Sugarfur and her family, who made their debut in The Wedding Crasher), but they are an absolute MESS.

Thea is the crystal clear favorite, Trap is... well, Trap, and WILLIAM SHORTPAWS. Oh BOY. His whole "only I'm allowed to talk smack about him" thing and constant Steven He emotional damage dealt on Geronimo would probably be considered emotional abuse at this point. Actually nah I looked it up and it IS emotional abuse, from the neglect to the verbal abuse to the gaslighting (I SEE YOU WILLIAM PUTTING A LITERAL KID-FRIENDLY SHOCK COLLAR ON G JUST TO MAKE SURE HE'S WORKING AND EMOTIONALLY MANIPULATING HIM TO SELL HIS HOUSE AND BELONGINGS IN MOUSE HOUSE HUNTER). The entire package. Not the best look for the main patriarch of the Stilton family, is it?

AND NOW WITH THAT OUT OF THE WAY I've actually been toying around with the idea of a Thea Sisters x Geronimo Stilton book for a while now. Stuff going into the grindstone, maybe I might put out something but so far nothing's stuck besides "what if Violet and Geronimo switched places?" Okay hear me out.

Violet and G have been known to be very similar to each other: shy, introverted bookworms who like classical music, antiquities and history-related things; both of them are planners who prefer not to have things shoved upon them at the last minute; take sleep very seriously; can come off as "lazy" when they have a day off just to relax (Colette even calls Violet "lazy" in one of the Secret Thea Sisters' Diary entries, Italian because Scholastic hASN'T TRANSLATED THEM YET--); AND TO PUT THE CHERRY ON TOP, they love their families, although one is more problematic than the other.

As a pleb who hasn't read the Thea Stilton books, you'd think "hmmm okay, if Vi is that much similar to G, doesn't that just make Violet a genderbent G?"

Well, yes and no. Violet, for one, isn't a doormat. She's inarguably one of if not THE Thea Sister who's thrown the absolute most shade on people she doesn't exactly like (from roasting Colette on multiple occasions albeit from behind her back, to confronting villains like the Three Scottish Assholes (the Golden Grumps and Angus from Old Castle), A PERSON HOLDING THEM HOSTAGE (Dunya from Blue Scarab Hunt), AND a guy who literally had her life or death in his hands (Luke Von Klawitz from the Treasure Seekers). Then there's the time she schooled Enrico Mousetti in Dancing Shadows, and chef's kiss, beautiful, 10/10, would watch her roast the hell out of him again.

Violet is a confrontational person when it counts, and unlike Geronimo, she is not good with people pushing her around like it's nothing (if anything, it's one of her biggest pet peeves).

So I ask again: what if Violet and Geronimo switched places?

How it happens is up for you to headcanon, but what if Violet had to have one of those adventures where either Hercule Poirat, Bruce Hyena, Wild Willie or someone else burst in like "VIOLET HOLY F#^K" and dragged her onto a mission? She wouldn't take it sitting down, I'm sure :]

I'll leave you to think on that :]]]

Was the second question an excuse for me to vomit my brain out for the entire fandom to see? Yes.

Do I regret it? No.

Would I make fanfic about this sort of scenario when an idea more solid than daily brainrot comes to me? Maybe.

Anyway, I hope you like that answer Anon. I'm very surprised and mildly flattered on just how fast a question came into my inbox. Hope to answer your questions again ^^

[reds-corner]

Happy super late birthday M!

Hello everyone! Have I told you how much I love your comments, likes, and reblogs? Seriously, you guys are awesome, you always make my day. Sooo as a thank you for that, I'm preparing a little something for you.

I'll let you know when it's ready but for now… we have another birthday story. It's M's turn.

You may choose to read Max or Megan's version. Enjoy!

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"Ink" Max's version

A man rolling his eyes is the first thing Max sees when he enters the tattoo studio. It isn't the reaction he would have wanted but… Oh, well, beggars can't be choosers.

"If I have to get your asses out of trouble again I swear to God I'll-,."

"That's not why I'm here," the young man quickly interjects, and it seems to put at ease the man, at least a little bit.

"Well, I'll be damned. What brings you here now, boy?"

The owner is an old friend from his family. His name is Edward. And he is a tall, gruff man with broad shoulders and astute eyes that catch on details more quickly than the average person.

"Ya looking for Noah, Maxi?

Normally that would be the reason to visit the studio, Noah was one of Max's oldest friends. They'd known each other since kindergarten.

"Came to see you, actually."

"I'm flattered", or so he says.

Funny, how he sounds anything but. "What can I do for ya?"

That's a really good question. Max's been debating whether doing anything at this point would make any difference. Is asking for help even an option?

Either way, he came to get something, so that's what he's going to do.

"I want a tattoo", he answers.

Of course, this isn't the first time he asks for that.

And the exasperated expression that his response elicits from the man is to be expected too.

"Not this again. Look, kid, you're sevente-"

But this time is different.

"I turned eighteen last week", he interrupts Edward as he takes a little plastic rectangle from his leather wallet.

And hands it to the big man while declaring: "Here's my ID."

After inspecting the ID card and making sure this wasn't a fake one. Edward finally concedes defeat and gestures toward a comfortable black chair.

"So what's gonna be, a big bad wolf?"

He knows Ed is just teasing him, but he doesn't even crack a smile. He came here unsure about a lot of things. But to this, he knows the answer.

"September fifth."

Those words make the tattoo artist's eyes go wide. Of all the things he could have said, this is the last one he expected. Memories flood back to him as a turbulent wave.

That blasted day. A year ago. That was the day he knew. He lost his best friend. The man he used to play cards with, one who taught him how to talk to girls. His best man and moral support when they were deployed into that horrible place. They both made it back, luckily.

And after that, Edward was smart enough to get out. But his friend wasn't, he had some kind of hero complex. Fool.

Died in action they said. Saved some woman and her child. That's the kind of man he was. A stupid selfless bastard.

Yes, he lost his dear friend that day. But, this young man… he lost a father.

Jonathan Brown.

"Are you sure, boy?", he needs the confirmation. A tattoo is no joke, least of all, one that will remind him of his old man's death.

"On my wrist."

There's a trace of sadness in the eyes of the person in front of him, but he hears no hesitation in his voice.

"…Alright, kiddo."

When there's no response from the black-haired boy Edward lets one snarky comment slips, "Just try not to cry too much."

And a smile appears on Max's lips, relieving some of the seriousness of the moment.

Finally, Edward gets to work...

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"Ink" Megan's version

When Megan enters the tattoo studio she sees a man she's accustomed to visiting on a regular basis. He's nice to her, most of the time. Sometimes he can be a little cranky, but she knows he means well.

"Oh, Meggy! how are you?"

"I'm fine, how is business going?", the young girl responds.

They always had a close relationship.

"Good enough. What brings you here now, girl?"

The owner is an old friend from his family. His name is Edward. And he is a tall, gruff man with broad shoulders and astute eyes that catch on details more quickly than the average person.

"Ya looking for Noah, Meggy?

Normally that would be the reason to visit the studio, Noah was one of Megan's oldest friends. They'd known each other since kindergarten.

"Came to see you, actually."

"I'm flattered", he says with a smile, "What can I do for ya?"

That's a really good question. Megan's been debating whether doing anything at this point would make any difference. Is asking for help even an option?

But she's already here. She's decided to do something today, so that's what she's going to do.

"I want a tattoo", she answers.

Of course, this isn't the first time she asks for that.

And the exasperated expression that her response elicits from the man is to be expected too.

"Not this again. Look, kid, you're sevente-"

But this time is different.

"I turned eighteen last week", she interrupts Edward as she takes a little plastic rectangle from her jeans' back pocket.

And hands it to the big man while declaring: "Here's my ID."

After inspecting the ID card and making sure this wasn't a fake one. Edward finally concedes defeat and gestures toward a comfortable black chair.

"So what's gonna be, a Unicorn?"

She knows Ed is just teasing her, but this time she doesn't even crack a smile. She came here unsure about a lot of things. But to this, Megan has the right answer.

"September fifth."

Those words make the tattoo artist's eyes go wide. Of all the things she could have said, this is the last one he expected.

Memories flood back to him as a turbulent wave.

That blasted day. A year ago. That was the day he knew. He lost his best friend. The man he used to play cards with, one who taught him how to talk to girls. His best man and moral support when they were deployed into that horrible place. They both made it back, luckily.

And after that, Edward was smart enough to get out. But his friend wasn't, he had some kind of hero complex. Fool.

Died in action they said. Saved some woman and her child. That's the kind of man he was. A stupid selfless bastard.

Yes, he lost his dear friend that day. But, this young woman… she lost a father.

Jonathan Brown.

"Are you sure, Meggy?", he needs the confirmation. A tattoo is no joke, least of all, one that will remind her of her dad's death.

"Yeah. On my wrist."

There's a trace of sadness in the eyes of the person in front of him, but he hears no hesitation in her voice.

"…Alright, kiddo."

When there's no response from the black-haired girl Edward lets one snarky comment slips, "Just try not to cry too much."

And a smile appears on Meg's lips, relieving some of the seriousness of the moment.

Finally, Edward gets to work...

[piningpercussionist]

*Another letter...* it's, well, me again. 'Crush Guy' and... thanks for accepting my apology, honestly, the fact that you *don't,* like, hate my guts or something is a miracle. seriously. truth be told, I was kind of scared when I first started sending these letters... I mean... up until i sent that first letter. I had never, well... confessed, to, uh. anyone, before. it took me a lot of courage. to uhh... get all of that written and the stuff made, and... at times i wondered if i was going overboard. i almost chickened out... but my appreciation for you kept me going even though i dreaded the thought of you... i dunno, blowing up at me or hating me or not liking me in that way ( the last of which ended up happening and is totally fine! i respect that!! even if i am, in fact, bummed and more than a bit lovesick about it.) but... at least 2/3 of those things didn't go terribly wrong! so, that's good. and... I think writing these letters has... sort of made me a little bit less timid than i used to be, and a little more confident than i was before. so, thanks for that, i suppose. and... another thing. i'd like you to know that thinking of you brings me joy and that i make a lot of choices in my personal life based on what *you* would think is morally the correct idea. quite frankly, i'm just glad that you exist at all. P. S. if i ever go overboard in these letters. let me know. I'm not particularly adept at determining what to and not to say, at times. people call me eccentric. Sincerely, Crush Guy

Heh, yeah. Couldn't come up with anything better, glad you don't seem to mind it. And maybe I was just struck with some sudden, inexplicable generosity?

Being serious though, yeah, I can see how something like this could be difficult. I sure as hell couldn't do it; I seem to be the "dig your graves in person" type... it all worked out, though.

Say, did you level up from it at all? Even if I don't feel the same, this seems like the kind of thing that would do that for you- or at least give some experience.

Anyway, I'm flattered to have brought you so much joy, even if I am just sitting here being a bitch about seventy percent of the time- and I'm being generous with myself, there. Insanely flattered, really. I'm honestly not sure how to feel about the last bit there, though? Like, doing what I think would be moral... I mean, I think more people should hold my standards, generally, but what about your standards, for these things? Is the gap there negligible, or does that... strain you, at all?

I guess what I'm saying is that you should probably be... ugh I just realized how stupid I'm about to sound, hang on. Give me a moment.

*Kim pinches the bridge of her nose with a tight frown, eyes narrowed. She takes a breath, then releases it and drops her hand, still frowning but more slightly.*

Be true to yourself, or something. Unless being true to yourself means being a shitty evil person, I guess. Bleh. Gross. Now pretend I never said that beyond internalizing it now.

But, really. I'm... I think I'm actually kind of touched by that. Thank you. Glad someone out there in this shitshow of a world thinks my standards are worth following. Maybe there are decent people.

And yeah, I'll let you know if you're pushing your luck. Reenter my threats from before, etcetera, etcetera.

*Kim waves her hand at the camera dismissively, turning her head to look away- there's still a slight smile that can be caught, though, as she does.*

I'm not always going to know how to reply to these, guy, but if you keep sending, I'll keep reading. That's a promise now, I suppose.

Until your next one, stay well.

[waru-chan8]

I’m the anon that asked about Pecco and the factory vs satellite bikes, I just finished my hospital shift and I’m literally sat in my car right now cuz I’ve been waiting to read your answer since I got the notification on my phone that you posted, and I just want to say that I will never get why some fans love putting riders or drivers on a pedestal and say that they never do any wrong, they ARE in fact human even if some feel like they aren’t -Marc I’m looking at you- but yeah they are human and make mistakes and they should apologise and never repeat it, but what pissed me the most about Pecco is him driving while drunk cuz as a trauma surgeon I will never forgive anyone who knows that they are drunk and make the choice to drive, and then his comment about periods; kindly shut the fuck up Pecco, I love you and support you as a rider but that made me lose some respect I have for him as a person, women don’t whine when they have their periods: I just finished being on call for 24 hours while I’m on my first day and wanted to die when I was doing a surgery and my back and stomach were killing me but I never complained, so for him as a man who never experienced period pain to come and say that he was in so much pain that he complained like a woman on period.

and I just realised that this is a long ask but thank you so much for being a safe space and hold the riders accountable when they do mistakes cuz they are human and we all make mistakes no matter how we try and not make any mistake it’s how we learn to grow as human; so yeah if my favourite driver or rider said or did something bad I will talk about it and hold him accountable and not forget about it like some fans do

Hi again anon 👋👋👋👋. I hope you had a good shift in the hospital and not too many Emergency surgeries.

People really have notifications for when I post? Really? I mean I'm just a regular girl in my corner making silly post and ranting. It seriously flatters me.

I think the difference is being a fan or a hooligan. A fan or a true fan understands that behind the PR there's a human and they either understand or ignore it. A hooligan will actually defend them because they have put them in a pedestal. I don't understand why people just refuses to believe they little guy is capable of bad things, but as we have been saying all day long, they are human and they make mistake. I hope he learned from them, which is the important. And apology, which not everyone did.

My guess is because it was summer break and Ibiza. I find it incredible is that Spanish police let him off the hook because of who he was. If I did that (I'm Spaniard, or for the matter anyone), we lost points in or driving license and have to pay fines, jail time even depending on the implications. We have to thank he didn't get injured, and that he crashed in a roundabout, because he could have crashed into a house, or a cliff, or worst killed someone.

About the period comment, I'm just going to say there a general misbelieve that women are the weak sex, and I love to see men try the period cramp simulations. At level 1 some of them are already crying. I do know that pain tolerance is something that varies from person to person, but generally speaking, women have a higher pain tolerance than men. I'm a women, and lucky I've never suffer on my period, but I head is like 10x a quick in the balls, and we all know how much guys complain and need to recover from that. So next time, try to use that.

This just reminded me of the meme with football players with a male on the floor crying and asking to be changed and a stretcher BECAUSE ANOTHER PLAYER STEPPED ON HIM , while a female is asking the coach to not change them when she is actively bleeding. Which just illustrates that maybe are guys the weak ones.

Hey don't worry, unless you are being on purpose an ass of coming with hate, this will always be a safe space. It will always be a space open to discussion (with respect) when we don't share opinions because I love to learn other people's point of view or different opinions or informations.

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

i didn’t bother reading the rest of the write up cause their bit on freddie’s relationships left me so exhausted. of course they wrote the most flattering things about his relationship with mary. what a surprise. it’s bizarre to me that they said “freddie fell deeply in love with winnie” (not arguing that) but gave only a few throw away lines for jim. nothing about how happy they were together. and what does freddie not outright telling his parents that him and jim were dating really have to do with anything?

I didn't bother reading any of it because I'm sick to death of the straightwashing.

God, how deliberately obtuse the point about Freddie not telling his parents is; my guess is that it's to imply he didn't take his relationship with Jim seriously because he didn't directly tell his parents--as opposed to telling them about Mary. This, of course, ignores the gigantic elephant in the room that Freddie didn't tell his parents about Jim because they were homophobic until the day he died, and man, it's actually really ugly to use Freddie not telling his parents as an insinuation that Jim wasn't important to him when the actual reason was literal bigotry.

I've noticed some people weirdly play up Winnie and Freddie's relationship while downplaying his relationship with Jim before, and this is the only thing I can think of: the authors can deny being homophobic by going, "See? We know Freddie liked men, let's talk about this guy" while avoiding any of the uncomfortable things Jim said about Saint Mary in his book, and their focus on a man he ultimately broke up with just further supports that "no one could compare to Mary uwu" narrative everyone loves, while the fact that Freddie was with Jim until his last breath destroys that bullshit. If you want to lie and say Mary was the love of his life, then you can't accurately talk about his relationship with Jim.

Anyway, fuck everyone and everything that's basically glorified fanfiction about Freddie and Mary.