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nanjokei · 1 year ago

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further guidance for newcomers coming from reddit

hi arriving redditors. here are some things i don't see most posts mention. this is for people who conquered the baby steps of joining the site. i think they're pretty important! also me clarifying on some stuff i've seen people word very vaguely consistently in their guides

under the cut because it's a chunky set of bullet points! with a few that also discuss how to keep yourself in a safe and fun browsing environment for yourself and others (mostly quality of life)

if you have any questions either send me an ask (anonymously is ok too) or reply to the post

you can enable a custom theme that shows on the web in your blog settings, if you so wish (blog settings > visibility) and then (custom theme toggle to on) this is the classic tumblr experience, but it's ok to want to hide your blog from the public. however you won't be able to link stuff on your blog to people without tumblr accounts

you can find custom tumblr themes by searching resource blogs like theme hunter or just in the tags in general (like "tumblr theme" or just "theme" and see where the other tags you may find to refine your search takes you)

tumblr is currently trying to enact changes to appeal to "new users" that make the website less friendly to its current inhabitants, such as fucking with quality of life and muscle memory and even stuff integral to the culture of the site. if you see people complaining, i highly advise against going "this sounds kind of nothingburger" and assisting in sending tickets to support the drive against such changes

there is a 250 post per day limit. you probably won't hit it though.. maybe? but people used to make post limit blogs (seperate email) for that. but that is for heavy usage users.

you can make as many sideblogs as you want. you are free to divulge whether or not it's you. of course use common sense to gauge whether or not it matters. but side blogs can be anything: maybe you want to categorize things, maybe you wanna make one into a huge fan page/blog for a specific hobby/celeb/show/game/etc, maybe a quieter space, maybe posts you feel don't belong on your blog, maybe even a blog where you reblog resources to exclusively. the possibilities are endless! (maybe not for porn, it's a little harder to skirt by these days even with muh community labels)

a lot of posts are incredibly vague about whether or not you can leave comments on reblogs. i think it truly depends. for example, if it's praise for artwork, i feel like it is truly best left in the tags. the artist can see it still! it shows up in their notifs when you reblog. in comparison, when it comes to funny text posts and pictures, you can comment as you like, but consider TPO (time place occasion). it helps to check the notes (comments only filter) to see if the quip or comment you wanna make has already been made or if OP made further comments later. again, it's a call to use your judgement and everyone has a different tolerance for this kind of thing

i see many people or perhaps most came from LGBTQ+ centric subreddits so i am surprised i'm not seeing this mentioned often: there are unfortunately a lot of terfs here. please stay safe. install shinigami eyes and engage in blocking sprees whenever possible.

in account settings, not blog settings, there is a section called "content you see". it has filtered tags and filtered post content. the difference is filtered tags is specifically for tags, for example, if you want to hide a certain show you don't like, you can have the site apply a peek-a-boo filter on it (this content contains #TAG, as in click to view). you ask, what if the person on my dash doesn't tag it as that? that's fine! it also takes into account the original poster's tags. the OP didn't tag it? then filtered post content might help. MIGHT. it's pretty helpful and unlike twitter's mute list, as far as my experience, it is not broken. for example, if you write [SHOW NAME THAT YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE] in plain letters (with aliases as seperate entries just to be safe) it will filter any post that has the words in the body of the post. pretty useful! use this to curate your dash further or even filter out triggers.

speaking of tags. a lot of people are also vague about this. i'll say it clearly. you can add whatever tags you want to a reblog. there's no limit (aside from character lim per tag)! there's no social faux pas, unless you're being backhanded at someone's creative work, like reblogging just to dunk on it or going "i like the art but not the character" etc. when it comes to your own posts, try to avoid tagging irrelevant tags (for example, if you're making a lot of posts that are tangentially about cardcaptor sakura, think about if it belongs in the tag or not. think of it as whether or not it deserves an OC flair on reddit). again, people's tolerance differs, but especially on older media and slow tags people do not appreciate random tangential text posts (for example "i wanna watch ccs!" and nothing else)

in terms of culture, tumblr has a weird balance between "you can ask for context" and "lurk for 10,000 moar years". i would not know myself. i've been here for 12+ years *shrug* you'll have to gauge it for yourself. most things you can google "[tumblr user] callout" and figure out from there LOL (yes that's usually what happens). i DO encourage trying to garner it from context, especially for terms.

due to the looser moderation(?) on here, LGBTQ+ and other minorities use their own discretion reclaim slurs freely. join in, or put the slurs in your filters. it's fine not to join in as that's your personal comfort, but this is a heads up that the culture is like this since i'm not sure how the moderation is in places like r/196 are. (sorry i used reddit for entirely different things ><)

DO NOT TAG D0NATION POSTS WITH #D0NATION OR ANY OTHER VARIATION. this is SO important. it's best not to tag donation posts AT ALL. tumblr internally flags them and suppresses the post. just reblog silently (d0nate if you can) and move on (censoring just in case lol)

search is useless for finding specific posts. give up before you even try. your best bets are google, asking for help on the dashboard, or just hoping it shows up on your dashboard one day (it probs will, maybe not immediately when you need it though)

i called old tags "slow" but not dead earlier: tags Do Not Die (though some just kind of randomly get wiped or lose posts, idk, it is some post-2018 indexing weirdness) so you can find fanart and posts from 2012 and it's ok to reblog! the essence of tumblr is the continued circulation of people's creations

please do not repost screenshots of tumblr posts unless they are no longer accessible (reblogs locked for example) 😭 i am seeing this happen already. this is the one thing from reddit you're gonna have to let go of. twitter and other place screenshots are OK (probably, some people don't like them). but don't let your page look like one of those r/(etc) post aggregate bots on twitter is what i'm saying. once you explore a tag enough times you'll know what is usually appropriate to post (usually derivative meme templates are OK, but don't overdo it (tho this just falls under "dont spam") (also this is MY personal preference, so if the climate of the tag houses a lot of memes, go ahead!)

in general reposting content that isn't your's is kinda eh. especially reposting people's art without explicit permission. there are art reposters who in the modern day usually ask for permission, of course there are internet spelunkers who repost content from old web and dead sites. there's a lot of nuance, but i highly discourage reposting things you didn't make yourself unless it's stuff like official art and whatnot. photography and other stuff from other people, use your judgement. and as an aside i know "stolen memes" are r/196 and other meme subreddit cultures but it's not exactly appreciated here and i feel like if the reposting gets out of hand tumblr users might get real tired of it. the humor isn't really the same here in that sense, i suggest posting them in a sideblog that archives such things so they aren't lost and/or keeping them in your community tags. ofc no one can stop you!! but the whole highly derivative fried meme thing is very reddit. the culture could not be more different even if we are similar in many ways. i mean this in the nicest way possible >_< if you're not sure, DON'T REPOST.

this is just advice from me, but when liveblogging a show, it's nice to tag it with a unique tag, such as #[your name/nick] plays [game]. i find it's ok to tag series name to some posts that are more substantial, people are happy to see others enjoy what they love, but using a unique tag also helps people track YOUR liveblog since they may save the tag to look at :)

put your age or whether or not you're an adult somewhere where people can see, (and your pronouns too or lackthereof). whether or not if it's on your bio, or an about page, or a carrd. please. it's a matter of curation and safety. some people don't wanna follow minors by accident and vice versa, just as a means to curate their space

people write alt text and image descriptions in the post bodies pretty often. yes it's built into tumblr, but either some people forget or the feature... refuses to work that time. yes it's BROKEN. if you feel like you can contribute alt text for an image in an adequate fashion, go ahead!

try not to reblog people's personal posts. asking people never hurts!

you can restrict non-followers from replying to your posts, or turn off replies all together. as far as i know it's not possible for seperate posts unfortunately, just a blog-wide toggle. when replying to someone specifically, be sure to @ them so they can see it!

for a long time, only the first 5 tags you used in an original post mattered. a lot of people still repeat this, but in my experience this seems to have... changed?? i can't say for sure, but my posts appear in tags beyond the first five. just to be sure, tag the most relevant things first! (or not, if you have your own strategy LOL)

you're free to not tag trigger warnings (it's nice to do it for others tho especially if they ask) but please tag flashing images as such. #epilepsy warning, #flashing, #flashing image, #flashing, etc.

REPORT BOT BLOGS. it blocks them for you anyway. just blocking doesn't do anything for anyone

you can add other people to a sideblog to make it a group blog. this is how blogs with mods work, or even collectives, it has a lot of uses in general so have fun with it! be wary it requires getting someone's email so be safe about that and try to do it with people you trust.

this is advice from me since i noticed after publishing this post that a lot of reddit users don't tag things. you don't have to btw!! but my advice that brightens up the website: if you reblog cool art, writing, music or photography (taken by OP) and you like it a lot, i highly recommend leaving compliments in the tags. we live in an age where creative creation is increasingly unappreciated and people are quiet silent— creators get no feedback therefore no encouragememt to keep creating. this is more like a personal plea, but like to reblog ratios have become DIRE. people are apathetic and scared to interact with people's creations even though on here they are actively ecouraged to. if you like art or fic etc i even more highly recommend you reblog it. likes don't do anything! reblogs = more eyes on it. let's support each other's creative endeavors 🩷

don't fall for the trap of trying to make tumblr into reddit, or trying to recreate the feeling of a subreddit. it's not gonna work. try to adapt. it's easier said than done but lol. rome wasn't built in a day. operate your blog like your own space rather than trying to recreate a hub. the tolerance for trying to change tumblr culture is super low and a lot of people who are much meaner than me will probably try to bully the idea into the ground. and people DO get mean. (like playground namecalling, but people have no reservations about it, so it's stuff that would probably get you banned on reddit)

if your post gets traction and the note notifications annoy you, deleting the original post will make the notifs stop coming. a lot of people reblog the post to keep it on their blog then delete the original to effectively "mute" the notifications permanently.

#196 #r/196 #reddit #r/tumblr #r/curatedtumblr #curatedtumblr #reddit blackout #reddit boycott #reddit migration #r/traa #i hope this reaches people bc i feel like some of this stuff is important #traa #r/ftm

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pastafossa · 2 years ago

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Warning About A Plagiarizing Fic Author

*edit: FIC HAS BEEN TAKEN DOWN OFF AO3! Her blog posts here on tumblr however remain up so I ask that this keep circulating. *Edit again: all accounts appear to have been taken down, and all blogs look down save for her @k-9bails account which she had the audacity to use to try to follow me again. I’ve got a reblog with all the relevant updates but I’m adding it here, too. Original post: Right. Time for the callout post, since the thief has refused to answer my messages or take down the fic. Before we start: do not send her hate mail. At most, I’m looking for firm requests that she take down her fic and, as you’ll see, all the blog posts where she’s stolen content from me. Mostly I’m just trying to apply firm pressure so she takes all the stolen work down, and so that people are aware of what she’s doing so she can’t do this to anyone else. So, let’s start. If you’re in the Daredevil fandom on tumblr and AO3 at all, you might have heard of my fic The Red Thread about a psychic reader/OC referred to as Jane Hind/The Hound, who can see, via third eye, psychic threads of connection between people, animals, and beloved objects. It’s this fic that’s been blatantly plagiarized by @k9bails (who’s blocked me at present, so here’s the link to her main blog which I managed to access before I was blocked). Her fic on AO3 is called Legend, under the username K9bails. She’s also got a side blog called @k-9bails which appears less active, and a wattpad profile here, so please, if you write, make sure your work hasn’t been stolen. She’s only got the first chapter as of today, but it’s already full of stolen material, and her blog is absolutely bursting at the seams with things she’s stolen from me. Fortunately, before she blocked me, I was able to get screenshots, both of the fic just in case she edited it later, and her blog (which I had to screenshot on PC, so apologies for messiness). I’ve made a report to AO3 (please DO NOT report it on AO3, they prefer only one person do the reporting so that the volunteer team isn’t overwhelmed) and I am awaiting word back. But she’s also got my stuff all over her tumblr, and since she’s ignored my messages, it’s time to post it, since she’s active in the fandom and I don’t want her taking anyone else’s work.

Let’s start with the main bit from her fic. Left side is my first chapter, right side is her fic. If you’ve read TRT, you know that the concept of psychic threads seen through the third eye is incredibly important. They connect friends and acquaintances, family, pets, and even beloved childhood objects, with each type of connection denoted by a different color. She’s rotated some colors around, and taken some of the colors I introduce later like white, black, and purple, but this is very much my concept. Note she’s stolen a line almost directly word for word here: ‘Silver threads always struck Scout as the saddest,’ to compare to my, ‘That last always struck you as the saddest.’

In this case, she’s also taken the kaleidoscope effect line from a few chapters later:

I thought this was blatant, but it only got worse: she lifts two of my other original characters, and doesn’t even bother to change their fucking names. In this case, in her very first chapter, she’s lifted both Ciro, my OC’s Italian father figure (I’ve added a screenshot on the upper right from Ch17 of the first time his name is used), and Eli, an OC adopted by Ciro (also added to screenshot, bottom right). Eli doesn’t even appear until ch 36 so this stretches a long ways.

The rest of this I’m going to put behind a see more tag, cause we got a lot to go.

But we’re not done, believe it or not, considering there’s only a single chapter of hers so far - a single chapter containing a very similar opening line, and a bizarre lift of my frequent End Note message that leads to my tumblr??? That one puzzled me because there’s no real reason to steal that.

Yet another: she’s made use of the Hound theme, and made a barebones attempt to change the summary line enough to slide under the radar. If you’ve read TRT then you know, but if not: my OC’s code name is Hound, she’s frequently referred to as Hound or the Hound of Los Angeles, there are Hound metaphors galore, and Matt has taken to calling her his Hellhound, and those references are honestly so common it’d take hours to list them all.

I also happened to notice, after all this, that she’d linked to her tumblr, much like I did. So I wandered over. And it only got worse from there. Her own ‘answers’ to asks mimic mine, including lifting answers from posts I made here on tumblr. I’m not going to keep having side by sides because the post will get crazy long but if anyone wants receipts on any of these, I’ll go find it on a case by case basis.

Here’s where she mentions her character using threads to track people down for Bad Figures who want to kill them, along with tracking down threads for information, aka a major plotline of my fic and literally my character’s stated profession. Screenshot:

Here’s where she describes more about how ‘her’ threads and abilities work (starred paragraph is an almost exact summary of how my character’s abilities work, including how she can send them images and feelings, down to how a red thread is needed to control a person, definitely her taking my major plotline involving body jumping via red threads). She also, SURPRISE! Steals my psychic animals that inhabit the threads, that I’ve hinted relate to the subconscious, and that usually have some traits from the character. Oh, and the part about how doing all that makes her sick, yet again lifted from my fic, where my character gets incredibly sick the more she pushes herself doing all this.

Here’s another section in which she lifted Ciro - my Ciro that adopted Jane Hind is a native Italian, founded the particular family-like group he’s a part of, and also basically adopted Eli - who was raised in the US.

This section is where she’s roughly stolen Jane Hind’s mental trauma and the cause: her childhood arc. I’ve discussed at length here on tumblr (going to work on finding those posts in my tumblr history and update here when I can) and in the fic itself all the things she’s missed, using exactly this sort of phrasing. In fact, our major arc we’re currently going through in the fic (chapters 130 or so)... hm, references frequently missed out Christmases, birthdays, and little things we take for granted. This is one reason I’m sure she’s reading the fic as it’s getting posted. On top of that, she decided she’d also lift how Jane had never seen a beach and fell in love with it the first time she did. It’s a small detail but it’s just yet another thing she’s acting like is hers, just like the details about how this is all new and her Nelson and Murdock friends have taken her in.

Perhaps most bizarrely, her blog has even been reblogging posts friends have tagged me in that I’ve responded to. In this one, though, she gets a little too obvious - not only is she reblogging a post, maybe a few days after another friend tagged me in it and I reblogged it, but she also tried to tag her fic ‘the psychic thread’ as opposed to ‘the red thread’, which is my own series tag.

I have no idea why she’s done this. I have no idea why she was so blatant, why she thought she could get away with it. She also appears to have a few sock puppet accounts - for example, she makes a claim lifted straight from a half-joking post I made about my OC’s potential pokemon and then makes her own post using the same pokemon for her OC, and credits it to another account that seems to just exist to make her look more realistic. It was one of the more bizarre things stolen, since my post about it didn’t get much attention, but it proves she’s actively following me on tumblr quite closely, proven by a friend who snagged a few screenshots of her likes tab where she’d liked my posts.

She’s blocked me now, so I can’t see her main blog. I can’t ask her to take it down anymore, outside of the comment I’ve left on her fic and the report I made to AO3. But she knows, 100%, that she’s stolen my work, and just as frustrating, has gone on at length on her blog about how all your characters should be original, and truly yours, and how you should never imitate other authors. It’s a ballsy move considering how small the Daredevil fic circle is here on tumblr and AO3.

And look. I don’t want her to drown in hate mail. I really don’t. All I want is for her to take down the fic, and remove the posts in which she blatantly stole content from me. I’ve worked on TRT for years, I’ve poured hours and hours and almost a million words into this story, and the fact that this person is still reading it as they’re plagiarizing it is both incredibly insulting and incredibly hurtful. If you’re an author in the Daredevil fandom, I highly recommend blocking her. She’s mentioned a few very popular authors in the fandom in the blog posts, so I know she’s reading your work, too, and I don’t want yours stolen anymore than I do. If you see someone commenting about her fic, tell them its stolen. Warn your DD author friends. And if you’re going to say something to her, let it be a request to take down her fic and delete the blog posts that have plagiarized my content. That’s my end goal - not to burn her life down but to just pressure her to stop stealing something very, very dear to me, and hopefully learn not to do this in the future.

That’s all I want. *Edited 12/20: as of today, her fic on AO3 has been taken down! The scores of comments, or AO3′s plagiarism team, has done the job so this is a huge win, and I’m grateful to everyone that helped! Her tumblr posts on her k9bails account, however, are still up, and she has yet to respond, so let the pressure continue. I’m also hunting for her other accounts since it’s become clear the k9bails account and the @k-9bails account are both not her main blog. If anyone has any leads or knows who this person is, please send me a message! I want to find their main blog in case it’s following me so I can block it, and potentially apply pressure there to get her to take my work down on her k9bails account.

#plagiarism #the red thread #fanfic #fic #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x OC #daredevil x OC #using some of her tags so hopefully browsers will see it

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hellfiremunsonn · 8 months ago

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Stuck With Me. Eddie Munson x Reader

AN: At the end of each chapter will be a picture of ‘your’ Journal. Photos, and writing of a little bit from each chapter.

(THIS IS A REUPLOAD ALL CHAPTERS WILL BE RE UPLOADED ONE BY ONE)

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT.

WARNINGS: Heat exhaustion? does that need a warning? Skinny dipping, mentions of spooky black water, swearing, talk of death (Chrissy) mentions of sad feelings (depression without saying depression) we almost drown besties but it's chill cause Eddie saves the day.

WORDCOUNT: 5k

CHAPTER 5: LOVERS LAKE

The drive back to Steves wasn't long and Eddie had already thrown a small bag of his belongings into the back of his van before you left. The two of you less chatty than before, the long day of scoping out Hawkins finally hitting you. You were sure Eddie was absolutely exhausted, he played a whole show yesterday and still woke up before you. You giggled quietly at the thought, turning towards the sun with a sigh, eyes closing as it warmed your face where you sat in the passenger seat of Eddies van.

"You awake over there sweet thing?" Eddie asked quietly.

You hummed and rolled your head to the side, opening your eyes to look at him. "Barely, I feel like a lizard"

"A lizard?" He chuckled. "Of all things?"

"Cause they like the sun! Like plants, I'm photosynthesizing" You said interlocking your fingers together to stretch your arms out in front of you, your elbow clicking loudly in the process.

"Photosynthesizing" He repeated. "You're such a weirdo"

"Yes I am" You said with full agreement. "I can't wait to shower" You bounce slightly in your seat excitedly. "I didn't even drink at your show and I still somehow smell like beer" You scrunch your nose.

"Yeah, that's the curse of The Hideout, no matter what you drink, or how long you're in there, you always come out of it with that smell"

"How splendid" You quip.

When the two of you finally pulled into Steves driveway, Robin burst through the front door, standing impatiently on the porch steps like a disappointed parent waiting for their kid who was late for their curfew.

"Uh-oh" Eddie said nodding towards her. "Looks like your mother is unimpressed"

"Oh don't worry, I'm sure you'll get an earful from her too" You said smiling while undoing your seatbelt and hopping out of the van. Slinging your bag over your shoulder you made your way towards Robin, and her loudly tapping foot.

"Hey bobbin" you sing, calling her the annoying nickname you had given her when you first became friends.

"Don't Bobbin me! You've been gone all day! I was worried!" She said with a huff, stomping her foot in the process.

"Robs you knew she was with me" Eddie said coming up behind you, following you and Robin into the house.

"Yeah last night" she scoffed.

"I figured you'd wanna have some time alone with Vickie, considering you left me, at the bar" You tease, pushing her shoulder slightly with your own.

When she finally turned to you, her cheeks were pink. Using one hand to hold her balance against the wall as she tugged off her shoes. "Okay fine, you got me there, but I figured you were going to catch a ride with Steve" she shrugged.

"It's okay, Eddie ending up showing me around Hawkins, it was nice, I had a good time, and he kept me safe" now it was your turn to blush, avoiding Robins eyes you glanced down at Eddies feet next to yours. When you looked back up Robin was glaring at him, through slitted lids. "Robin be nice" You say pointing a finger at her.

She rolled her eyes, finally breaking into a smile. "I'm just teasing, I was a little worried, I'll admit, and again sorry for uh, leaving you at the bar" She scratched the back of her head. "I'm glad you two enjoy each others company though" She said raising her eyebrows suggestively.

Shaking your head you brushed passed her. "Well!" you said loudly while clapping your hands together. "I'm going to shower, I don't think I've needed fresh clothes more in my life than I do right now" You laughed on your way up the stairs to your room, assuming you left both of them behind you turned to gather your shower supplies only to find Robin standing almost directly behind you.

"Robin what the hell!" you exclaimed, one hand pressed over your heart. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" you yelled, slapping her on the shoulder with the wash cloth you held in your hand.

She raised her hands in defence, continuing to follow you around while you gathered your things, hot on your heels she as you made your way into the bathroom. She sits on the closed lid of the toilet, tucking her legs up under her so they're crossed. "Soooo" She said dragging out the 'O'

You hum in response, leaning over the tub slightly to turn the tap of the shower, turning the water on and adjusting it to a comfortable temperature. Stripping yourself of your clothes and stepped into the shower, you sigh in relief as the hot water hits your back. Enjoying the two minutes of silence before robin asks "Did you guys fuck?"

"Robin!" you tell over the sound of the water

"What! I wanna know!"

"I'm sure you do!" You laughed, beginning to lather your shampoo into your hair. "No we didn't fuck"

"So what did you do then?" She asked, a genuine confused tone in her voice.

"Well I had a migraine so I slept on his couch, and then- like I already told you he drove me around Hawkins, pointed out all the hang out spots and stuff and then we hung out at the high school for a bit"

"You went to the high school?" she asks quickly.

"Yeah he showed me where he used to deal, told me about that girl and everything" You say with a small laugh, frowning from remembering Eddies somber face when he told you about her.

"He told you about Chrissy?" Robins voice went up an active.

"Yeah! I forgot her name, but I felt so bad for him when he told me Robs, his face was so sad"

"So you know then?" she asked.

"Know what?"

"About Hawkins!"

You lean your head out of the shower raising an eyebrow. "What about Hawkins?"

"So he didn't tell you?"

"Robin I have no idea what you're talking about" You roll your eyes, returning to your showering duties of scrubbing your body down with your pick loofa.

"Does the name Vecna ring a bell?" Robin pushes

"No, who's Vecna?"

She squeaks "No one you need to worry about!" A beat of silence. "Well I'll let you shower, come find me when you're done!" Her sing song voice faded as she left you alone for the last five minutes of your shower.

You dressed yourself in cozy clothes, knowing the lot of you didn't have any plans for tonight, so a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt would do just fine.

"He told you about Hawkins?" Robins words echoed in your head. What did she mean by that? From the beginning of our friendship she had only ever talked about Hawkins being a small town, and that her and her friends wanted out so badly, but when she asked you if Eddie told you about it, there was a slight difference in her voice. Like it was something she didn't want you to know.

You didn't realize how tired you actually were and had planned on joining everyone downstairs, but instead you crawled into bed, sighing in content the minute your head hit the pillow, quickly falling into a deep sleep.

The abrupt shaking of your shoulder startled you out of you sleep and you sat up fast rubbing your eyes and flinching when you noticed Robin sitting beside me. "Robin what the hell, you scared the shit out of me!" you breathe "Again!"

"I'm sorry!" She said raising her hands in defence. "I've been trying to wake you up for like ten minutes, I could only be soft about it for so long"

You grumbled. "What time is it?" You asked looking around, trying to get your eyes to wake up a bit more.

"Uh, like eight am?"

Your eyes widened. "Why are you waking me up this early?"

"Were going to lovers lake!" she exclaimed, hands clapping wildly.

"Isn't that relatively close? Why do we have to go at the crack of dawn" you scratch your head.

"Lovers lake is close yes, but reefer ricks cottage is about an hour and a half away, and the boys want to grab breakfast stuff first so we can cook when we get there!"

Groaning you slumped back against the pillows. The bed shaking aggressively as Robin bounced up and down on her knees. "Lovers lake! Lovers lake! lovers lake! C'mon lets go!" she shook your legs a few times before getting up and skipping out of the room.

"Who the hell is reefer Rick?" You said out loud to yourself.

Turns out reefer Rick was the guy Eddie would get his drugs from when he was still dealing, and although reefer Rick didn't stay at the cottage anymore, he kind of gave it to Eddie. With the help of Steve, and a little bit of his parents money, they kept it in good condition. So after reluctantly getting dressed and packing up a small overnight bag you all hopped into Steves car, Robin in the front while you and Eddie sat in the back. Robin suddenly claiming to be someone who gets car sick so she has to sit in the front. You rolled your eyes when she said it knowing it was a plan so Eddie and you would be forced to sit together. You couldn't be mad about it though, it just gave you more time to admire him while his eyes were closed, head tilted slightly towards you.

He really was beautiful. Everything about him looked so soft, despite the hard metal gear he usually wore, and right now, in the soft light of the morning sun, he just looked so delicate. Dressed in a simple black t-shirt, and a pair of black sweat pants, with one of his pant legs pulled up to just below his knee, exposing his leg, thick curly hair across his skin, just like the curls on his head.

His eyes fluttered and opened, catching you staring at him and you blessed, looking down instantly.

"Like what you see?" He said quietly, his morning voice still low and raspy.

"You're very pretty" You whispered back, twisting almost fully sideways, so the side of your head was leaning against your seat to look at him better. Tentatively you reached forward, and with your index finger began to trace the lines of his face. His eyes drifting close again as you hummed while making a path across his skin, attempting to memorize every part of it. The slope of his nose, the dip of his cupids bow, the small crease between his eyebrows, and at the corners of his eyes, where faint crows feet started to embed themselves into him. His smile clearly contagious to not only the people around him, but to his own face as well.

The ride wasn't as treacherous as you thought it was going to be, and Eddie and you slept for most of it and when you pulled up to the cottage you were surprised to see how cute and homey it was. Pale blue, with old wooden windowsills, creaky floorboards, and soft yellow lighting from the sun shining through.

You didn't spend too long on breakfast, eggs, toast, and bacon and soon enough you all had had full bellies and were sprawled out on sun chairs, soaking up the warmth as the afternoon heat began to hit. The boys took off to the water first, wrestling each other trying to see who could get the other pushed off the dock first. Neither of them were successful, both tripping while holding onto one another and falling clumsily into the water.

You spent so much time switching from back to front in the sun, soaking up every minute of it, while day dreaming away until Robins foot tapped your chair, and you looked up at her, eyes squinting under my sunglasses.

"You should go into the shade for a bit, you're going to get sunburnt" Arms crossed over her chest.

"I'm fine Robs" you huff

"C'mon please, at least drink some water, I don't need you passing out on me again"

"One time!" You exclaimed while throwing your hands up.

"One time what?" Steve said coming over to the two of you.

"I passed out ONE time from heat stroke, or heat exhaustion and she never lets me live it down" You sit up, crossing your legs under you.

"It's literally a side effect of your medication" she argued.

"Possible side effect" You corrected, pointing your index finger at her, which she slapped away.

She groaned "Just go drink some water will you?"

"Fine!" You said standing up, walking back towards the small hill and to the cottage. The minute the shade hit you, you could feel your heart beat in your face, and each of your limbs. "Oh no" You mumbled. Before your vision could go fully spotty firm hands were at your waist, helping you sit on the grass. "Alright, deep breathing, head between your knees" Steves voice echoed in your ears, but he sounded farther away and underwater even though you knew he was right next to you.

"I told you!" Robin shouted.

"Robs, let her have a minute at least, grab her some water will you? Maybe some ice as well" Steve said while his hand rubbed up and down your back soothingly.

"Woah what happened? Is she okay?" Eddies voice was a bit louder, but still slightly muffled in your ears.

"Heat stroke" Steve said.

"Heat exhaustion" you corrected with a grumble, voice voice quiet from where you spoke between your knees.

Robin returned with two water bottles, one cold and one frozen. You drank half of it gratefully, while Robin held the frozen one to the back of your neck. "I'm never letting you leave the house ever again if the sun is out"

You snorted, giving her a small smile which she returned.

"I'm serious you dick head" she said playfully shoving your shoulder. "Unless maybe you have like a big hat on, and an umbrella, and sunscreen, and are drinking water the whole time"

"All that just to go outside huh?" you ask tilting your head sideways.

"If you're gunna continue to be stupid then yes, I will do that, or I will trap you in our apartment forever"

"You know I think I could get on board with that. Not having to go to work, and I could get a cat to keep me company!" You said a little too gleefully.

"You and your cats" she said shaking her head. "They're too unpredictable, you never know what their motive is"

"They're not all like that, some are really sweet" you protest.

"I'll believe it when I see it. A sweet cat? Tell that to the scar on my leg" She said pointing to the thin white scar across her calf.

"That cat was feral Robin, there's a difference" You said laughing, feeling yourself get back to normal after almost passing out. You decided to stay out of the sun for most of the day after that, making sure to keep drinking water.

Only when the sun began to set and it was no longer high in the sky and blasting down on us, did you head back out into it.

Sitting on the dock with your feet dangling off and in the water you sighed, taking in the pink sunset in front of you. The sky a mix of cotton candy colours. The rest of your friends, standing on the shoreline, admiring it from there.

"We should skinny dip" You said turning to look at them over your shoulder.

"No way" both Eddie and Steve said at the same time, briefly glancing at each other.

"Why not? It's not like you haven't seen each other naked before" You say rolling your eyes.

"Why would I have ever seen Eddie naked before?" Steve asked.

"Cause you're best friends?" You said obviously.

Steve just shrugged.

"You're telling me you've never ever, in all of your years of friendship, never seen each other naked?" You were fully turned around now, pulling your legs up out of the water and back onto the warm dock. Robin stifled a laugh next to them, earning a glare from Steve.

"No! Have you and Robin seen each other naked?" Steve said loudly

"Yeah obviously" Robin said rolling her eyes.

"Why is that obvious?" Eddie said leaning forward past Steve to look at Robin. "Cause you live together?"

"I mean that is a fair point" she said tilting her head thoughtfully. "But no, we saw each other naked way before we lived together" she's trying to hold back her laughter and it only makes the situation more funny for the two of you.

"How?" Eddie asked, turning to you.

"Robin and I used to fuck" you state flatly.

"I'm sorry WHAT?" Steve said loudly, emphasizing the word 'what'

Robin and you burst into a fit of laughter, while Eddie and Steve shared a confused glance.

"You dated? You never told me Robin?" Steve sounded offended

"We didn't date Steve! We just hooked up, it was before her and vickie got together, it was out of convenience"

"She's hot, she thinks I'm hot, we were both single and needed some intimacy" Robbin said with a shake of her head. "You really didn't know? I swear I told you Steve"

"Um I think I would remember being told that two of my best friends were fucking"

Robin shrugs in defence.

You shake your head and laugh. "Anyways, I'm gunna skinny dip, because I'm fun" Turning back around and shifting to the end of the dock you lowered yourself into the water shuddering slightly as you got readjusted to the temperature. "Be careful please!" Robin yelled from further up the small hill, standing next to the metal fire pit that Steve was now tending to.

"I'm always careful!" you huffed back.

"You literally are suffering from heat exhaustion right now!" She argued.

"Sorry can't hear you!" you yelled giggling. While treading water you reached behind your back to untie the strings on the top of your swimsuit, sliding the knotted part over your head, then pulling at the bottoms until you had both pieces off. You swam a little closer to the dock again, just enough so you were able to throw the garments onto it before swimming back out a bit deeper.

Floating on your back, attempting to be cautious enough to keep your chest under the water as best as you could. Aware that the whole point of skinny dipping is to be naked and not care if people saw you, but when you're the only one doing it, it makes you just a little self conscious. You leaned your head up just a little to see what the rest of them were doing. Robin and Steve looked like they were deep in conversation about something, Steve kept running his hand through his hair while Robins arms fumbled around her while she spoke it made you smile.

Eddie stood at the end of the dock, the sun reflecting off his pale skin watching you contently, and you blushed, wondering if he could see all the bits of you, that you were trying to hide.

Everything was so quiet out on the lake, like you had entered another dimension, but something about Hawkins just felt like a different dimension over all. Something about the way the people moved around here made you long for a feeling you had never needed. A sense of home. Of family, something Robin and Steve had here, not just in a genetic sense but with all the kids even though they weren't really kids anymore. Everything here felt like your favourite pair of shoes, that are so worn but still gave you that comfort of familiarity; like holding onto your childhood stuffed animal and having it sooth those same fears and insecurities you once felt as a kid.

You sighed, your chest heaving just a little bit over the water, until you were back up, treading water again. Looking over at Eddie, he was still watching you, his eyes fond.

You sunk yourself a little lower in the water so it came up to just under your nose, still able to breathe without holding it in.

"You gunna just stand there gawking at me the whole time pretty boy?" you teased, lifting your chin slightly above the water to speak without getting a mouthful of it.

"Yeah I think I might" a slow smile spread across his face.

You shook your head, laughing out of your nose and were about to make a quick comment back when you felt a string of seaweed stuck around your foot. "Ugh gross" you frowned, kicking your foot around in attempts to get it off, but somehow only made it worse. Swirling it around more seaweed, they all started to knot together, so you tried to lift your leg up to bring your ankle closer so you could unravel it with your hands but it was too tight causing the seaweed to knot together.

You could feel yourself losing stamina quite quickly, cursing yourself for not listening to Robin knowing damn well you should have just gotten changed and joined them by the fire, but of course stubborn as you are, you didn't.

"Hey um, Eddie?" You called, water spilling into your mouth a little. You spit it back out quickly, trying to keep yourself up with your arms still treading water while your one leg struggled to move beneath you. "Eddie I think I'm stuck!" I said a little louder.

"What do you mean stuck?" He said quickly, his tone panicked and something flashed in his eyes, you couldn't quite tell what it was but he almost looked scared. This caught Steves attention as he made quick strides down to the dock and stood next to Eddie, Robin following after him quickly all three of them sharing the same look.

"Seaweed!" You coughed unwilling choking a little on lake water, trying to push the thoughts of how much bacteria you may have just ingested. "I-I can't keep myself u-up!" Your arms burned, and slowed while you kept them swaying back and forth as best as you could, pushing through the pain.

You heard the splash before you noticed Eddie swimming quickly over to you, reaching his hand our towards you. You grabbed onto it tightly and pulled yourself into him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and burrowing your face into his shoulder in a panic.

"Hey, hey you're okay" He said soothingly, one hand tight around you, while the other kept him afloat. "I gotta let of you for a second okay? So I can cut the seaweed off you, which foot is it stuck on?"

"M-My right foot" You stuttered, looking down at the black water. The sun had almost completely set and the once calming presence of the sun against the blue lake, was replaced with what seemed to be a bottomless pit below you.

"Alright, don't worry, I got you okay? You're okay" He reassured you as he ducked below the water cutting the few strands that were trapping you to the lake. You felt the tug on your foot loosen and the minute Eddie surfaced you brought yourself back to him hugging him just as tightly as before, now wrapping your legs around his waist. Your breathing was quick, and you could feel yourself shaking, you knew you were safe and okay, but that moment of being stuck, and helpless made you feel sick to your stomach. Eddie swam as best as he could while you clung to him, only stopping when his feet hit the sand and he could hold you properly. His arms coming up around your back, his palms warm and flat against you. "You know" Eddie said breaking the silence, leaning back slightly so you would look up at him. He tucked a few bits of wet hair behind your ear, his thumb coming to swipe away a few leftover tears. "This isn't how I imagined you being naked on me for the first time"

You raised your eyebrow at him, and then realized you were in fact still very much naked. In the midst of your panic, you forgot you had taken you swimsuit off, and was now clutching to him, with your literal crotch pressed against his stomach.

"Oh my god!" You yell trying to push yourself away from him.

"Hey woah, you literally don't have the energy to swim right now. I promise I haven't looked, and I promise I won't, just let me get you back to the shore yeah?"

"Eddie my vagina is literally touching you right now!"

"Yeah I'm trying not to think about that sweet thing" He said laughing while walking few more feet into shallower water.

"I told you to be careful!" Robin yelled, her arms open with a waiting towel for you. Once your feet were firm on the sandy floor Eddie let go of you, taking a few steps back, covering his eyes and turning around. Steve copying Eddie, eyes avoiding the direction of your naked frame as you inched out of the water, gross green seaweed trailing behind you from still being wrapped around your ankle. You frowned looking at it. "Why do they call it seaweed, if it's in a lake?" you asked as Robin wrapped the large towel around you, rubbing her hands roughly up and down your arms to get some warmth back into you. "I don't know but let's get you into some warm clothes and into bed okay?" Her tone made it sound like a question, but her eyes gave more of a plea, hoping for you to agree, and cooperate.

you bit at your bottom lip and nodded, following her into the cabin.

You didn't really realize how much heat exhaustion could actually affect you until Robin had to basically dress you, and put you to bed. Your head hurt, your stomach hurt, even your skin hurt, thanks to the added sunburn to all of this and you groaned as rolling onto your side, clutching one of the pillows to your chest.

"I'm gunna grab you some meds to help okay?" Robin said as she left the room. Quickly coming back, with two Tylenol pills, and a round pink pill.

"What's this one?" You said holding up the pink one.

"Anti nausea, figured you could use that one as well" she smiled. "It'll make you sleepy also, so don't be concerned about that, you won't be slipping into a coma or something"

"Well that thought hadn't crossed my mind until you said that, but thank you" You say with a laugh. Taking the pills and gratefully chugging half the glass of ice water you snuggled back down into your pillow.

Robin leaned over and kissed you on the forehead. "Try to get some rest okay? I'll be in later"

"Hey Robs?" You said quickly before she could leave.

"Yeah?"

"How come all of you looked so terrified back there?"

Robin went stiff, her expression unreadable as she took a moment to gather her thoughts. "Uh, couple years back, Steve had an incident on the lake, was scary for all of us. I can't speak for Steve obviously, or Eddie, but I'm guessing those same feelings sort of came up because I know they did for me" She picked at the skin on her thumb.

"I'm sorry for scaring you... I should have listened I'm sorry, thank you for taking care of me" Emotion bubbled up in your chest and it took everything in you to hold back tears that threatened to fall.

"You didn't do it on purpose, you don't need to be sorry; and you know I'll always take care of you, just like you take care of me" she said matter of fact.

you give her a soft smile which she returned before heading back outside.

A few minutes into the quietness of the cabin the creaky backdoor opened again. Opening your eyes expecting to see Robin but was shocked to see Eddie standing in the doorway.

"How ya feeling?" he asked leaning against the doorframe.

You cringed. "I feel like ass if I'm being honest, I really should have listened to Robin"

"Yeah, that's something I've said to myself way more times than I'd like to admit" he laughed and scratched the back of his head.

"You can come sit if you want" you said tucking your feet up to give him space at the end your bed. Slowly and almost shyly he came to sit, his hand resting on your foot, squeezing it lightly.

"I gotta be honest with you"

You furrowed your brows. "Uh oh, should I be worried?"

He laughed. "No no, I uh, I just gotta admit, that I did see your boobs" His cheeks flushed, and you felt your body heat up in embarrassment.

"You said you wouldn't look!" you yelled, giving him a light shove with your foot.

"And I didn't!" he said putting his hands up in defence. "I just happened to see them before I said that, and I didn't realize until about two minutes ago so here I am telling you"

You rolled over onto your back, wincing a little at the sting of your sunburn. "Well at least I can appreciate the honesty" you said with a shake of your head. Your eyes started to feel heavy, the medication clearly starting to take effect and you hummed softly as you stretched your arms above my head, my shoulder clicking in the process. Your teddy bear you had snuck into bed falling off the bed.

"Oh no you lost your buddy there" Eddie said reaching down to pick up your bear, tucking it next to you.

"S'name Benny" you said while wrapping your arms around the bear, one hand reaching out towards Eddie. He slid his hand into yours, holding it and giving it a light squeeze. "Get some rest" "Okay" I said as my eyes closed. "G'night teddy"

"Teddy? Did you just say goodnight to your bear?"

"No" you grumbled. "His name's Benny, you're teddy; Teddy Eddie" you smiled to yourself.

"You sure are one of a kind" He got up, pulling the blanket up just a little further up your body, and kissed you on the forehead. "Goodnight sweet thing"

#hellfiremunsonn #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things fic #robin buckley #hellfiremunsonn stuck with me #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x fem reader

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touchlikethesun · 5 months ago

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been seeing your tags in some of the oikage art i repost... it's time for you to come join us on the dark side officially (if you haven't already) 👀

omg trust me i am fully onboard with the oikage agenda!! lowkey i do think it was your blog that introduced me to their potential a few months back, there was one art that you had reblogged (can't remember which one exactly now) and it made something click in my brain and i spent two weeks straight reading every oikage fic on ao3 (my favs tended to be the soulmate AUs, and like it's oikage so obvs the angst was On Point) and ever since i have been an oikage devotee <3

i suppose i don't talk about it as much publicly but that's only because i feel like i don't have as much to add, i do love them sm sm sm~ like i almost feel like it's odd that i didn't really consider them together before this year because like... they're sooo obvious (said with love <3) like you cannot convince me that tobio didn't have a crush on tooru in middle school, and tooru's obsession with tobio when they're in high school is two steps to the left of romantic, but what i love most about them when i'm playing with them like dolls is that their communication styles are so mismatched for the longest time and they have to put in real effort to hash out all that lays between them... and i find it so satisfying when they do, it makes the softer moments feel deserved, and just.

so yeah i have already joined your ranks <333 ty for all the oikage art you reblog i am eternally grateful xx

#i remember texting a friend after reading my first oikage fic in like february that i couldn't believe i hadn't read any before bc they are #they are so good together so so very good #or well #interesting is maybe the better word #bc they can also be toxic and if they never get past that communication barrier well then they just keep hurting each other #which is interesting to read/think about but tbh i do like for them to get their happy ending x #oikage #haikyuu #gwen gets an ask

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pinkyjulien · 8 months ago

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Just a heads up: you, a white creator, putting Native American/First Nations/indigenous inspired clothing on your white OC, and then calling it the "wilding" appearance, could be considered cultural appropriation and could also be considered offensive to people from those cultures.

And yeah, I am doing this from a throwaway account to protect myself because I know how Tumblr and the cyberpunk 2077 fandom works. Even if I do have a valid point or critique, I could still be attacked by "fans" on my main who refuse to use any critical thinking for themselves.

Safe travels 👋 I hold no animosity towards you personally.

(From a "cowardly" anon in an extremely hostile fandom which likely will pretend that this outfit and the name for it isn't tinged with implicit and internalized racism.)

(And, no, I'm not one of the so-called "housewives")

Hey Anon,

Not sure what to say, you claim to not hold any animosity towards me, yet this could've easily been a DM. I'm only assuming you're blocked and had to create a side blog to by-pass the said block.

If this was truly a well-spirited heads up, it would've been a DM.

But anyway, if you're here to accuse me in a sugarcoated way, I already know you're having the time of your life about it in some obscure discord server, so might as well.

The Aldecaldos (and Nomads in general of every clan and family) are multi cultured, there's people of every races, every ethnicities- we see it in game and it's mentioned time and time in the sourcebooks. They're communities, formed of many minorities; queers and pocs alike.

Valentin joins the Aldecaldos during the Star ending, just like the canon game event; he makes friends left and right, and friends makes gifts to one another. We also know that resources, clothes, cars, guns, are shared in nomad communities.

The name "wilding" is a direct reference to the Neo Tribe sourcebook, page 21. I used that same name for Mitch's appearance. They use those outfits to ride off near cities, just like the definition on the page below. They're both proudly showcasing their Aldecaldos colors in whichever place / cities they're visiting.

In my own canon, Dakota is kind of a mother figure for Valentin; she helped him after fleeing the Wraiths, she gave him his first gig with Jackie, she made sure the 'caldos ripper kept the bullet he revoved from Valentin's skull, etc etc

That Jacket could've well been a gift from her before leaving to Arizona, but I haven't decided yet. I was just happy to share my modding project of those past two days.

I've always liked Nomads and what they stand for, their diversity, their lives, their outfits and aesthetics too.

None of the above information is presented as an excuse, they shouldn't be seen as excuses either; I'm simply sharing what inspired me (actively or subconsciously) for this outfit.

If Valentin's appearance, both models and name, did actual upset anyone, I apologize, as this obviously WASN'T the intention. If it does bother you, I invite you to block me.

With all of the "explaination" out of the way; why are you really here?

Because we both know you already knew that about the Aldecaldos. You played the game, you know Panam is half native, you know there's a bunch of native characters in the Aldecaldos and in the game in general.

This ask isn't fueled by kindness or by an attempt at educating someone who could've made a simple mistake.

Nope, you're simply part of this "hostile fandom" problem. Everything you said in brackets reeks of past drama.

Again, you claim to not hold any animosity, but I believe otherwise; that's totally fine, but refrain from contacting me with this fake benevolence, everyone can see it's bullshit.

Repeating myself, this could've been a DM, yet you choose to assume I have some "internalized racism" that You Need to point out, doing so via a side-blog supposedly out of fear (since I don't know who you are, I'll choose to believe you simply by-passed a block) while also dragging in the "Housewives" for no reasons.

You're part of this fandom problem. You're part of the reason why nobody feels safe about sharing anything; you and your friends are out there spying, monitoring what everyone does, assuming the worst at any given occasions and ready to write callouts, to throw witch hunts.

Please, do some critical thinking yourself, remove all the bias and all the "Pinky Bad so this is obviously Racist" bullshit fogging your brain, and ask yourself why you really sent that ask.

#ask #anon #cyberpunk 2077 #long post

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eyeslikewatercoolers · 1 month ago

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Before I go, here's the last few pieces that I need to settle.

Whether you consider me an internet friend or that user that deserves all the hate in the world, I'm still going to say my peace.

I'm not sharing the user's username in this. They have exposed me publically, but I won't be doing the same. People still deserve privacy and dignity, no matter how much they try to hurt others.

First off, the haters-

I'm assuming you were sent here by [READACTED], or, you felt the need to 'teach me a lesson' yourself. Either way, welcome to this (now) dead blog.

I never really got the chance to share my side of the story about what happened. I shared what an anon told me more about something Plane said since [REDACTED]'s post that I reblogged had misinformation. This person answered my ask by bringing this to the public, and saying that I was a fangirl that blindly supports a misogynist. (Note- I've never interacted with this person before, and neither of us follows each other.)

I then brought this to private messages, as I felt like it should have been handled since the beginning. I attempted to explain to [REDACTED] that I was upset that they took my ask and used it to air out their grievances. I explained that I respect their opinion, but I felt like they had cherry-picked the information by taking the joke out of the context of the source.

They kept bringing up how this conversation was about my blind loyalty to Plane, and did not acknowledge what I had to say at all. I eventually left the conversation, telling them that I was not taking anything of value from it.

I left with a sarcastic comment, before blocking and moving on.

But I did look later on my alt account, out of curiosity. Here's some highlights of what they said about me:

-I am an insufferable pick-me

-I am a victim/martyr

-I am a fangirl of Plane and I want her to notice me/fuck me (Note: I found this particularly offputting to say, especially since I am an out lesbian)

Later, I received an anon that called me a raging misogynist for Plane being my fave. (Note, again: Plane isn't my fave, I just said I am a fan)

I decided to move to a private account and transfer my fics to a separate account. I wanted a fresh start after all this.

And now, moving on to friends/supportive readers/just those that are curious-

Thanks for sticking with me. Thanks to those that check in on me when I say I'm taking a break, or just want to chat. I cherished our chats about ships we like or brainstorming a fic idea.

I love my supportive anons. I smile to myself whenever I see someone who responded to an ask game or asked for my headcannon of something. I really appreciate coming in to say hi, whether its a good or bad day.

I told a few of my mutuals my new account, and some have already followed me there. I'm happy to continue seeing you on my dash.

I'm keeping this account up, but I won't be using it. I have a lot of fics on here that I would hate to see deleted. Maybe someone reads one for a source of comfort, or discovering a new pairing. Or maybe a queen will find a fic of mine and share it to their socials

Unless it wasn't obvious, the last part was a joke.

Goodbye to eyeslikewatercoolers, nobody will ever take this bomb-ass username.

Thanks for reading, and thanks for being here <3

-Erin

#long post

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girldragongizzard · 2 months ago

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Chapter 7: Mine

I just want to find some kind of stability.

Second to being a dragon, it’s been my top priority since I became an adult. Possibly longer, if I admit some things about my childhood.

But now I’m wondering again if I can even consider myself an adult anymore. I feel like I’m going through a second adolescence with all this learning I’m doing getting used to a new body. And as I don’t know what the lifespan of dragons can be, I don’t know what constitutes maturity for a dragon. Am I going to live only another five to ten years, or is it going to be centuries, or what?

But if I’m going to spend every day of my life stressed out that another dragon is going to enter my turf, I’m not sure I want even a year of it. And if humanity is ultimately going to object to our presence, it’ll be even worse.

It’s so bizarre, though.

I’ve always known I wasn’t human. I’ve known I was a dragon since I was nine. And, if you’d ever asked me if I was treated as human before, I would have said, “no.” I was never treated the same as anyone else, and rarely considered for anything. I was so isolated because of it, too. And I’d joke that it was because people could tell I was really a dragon.

And I know there are other people who’ve experienced that who aren’t necessarily dragons. I almost found myself identifying as autistic after reading some #actuallyautistic blogs, but I could never really make it fully click for me.

But, here, on my fifth day of being out as a dragon, the fifth day post metamorphosis, I’m being treated more like a fellow human being by the people I know than I have ever been.

It’s as if now that everything about me fits right, they can make sense of me and relax in my presence. And some of them want to be friends.

And now that I have that, I want more of it, and I don’t want to lose it.

But, then Kim gets really big eyes and asks in haunted tones, “What if another dragon tries to walk into the shop while you’re here?”

I hang my head.

I really don’t want to answer that question. But I’m also pretty sure she’s already come to the correct conclusion, and that’s why she’s asking it in the first place. If my apartment gets destroyed in a surprise challenge from another dragon, and I can’t help myself to shout at another dragon who’s flying across the damn bay, a mile or so away, what is going to happen if another dragon walks into the cafe while I’m here?

I say, “I drink outside.�� And then I start to stand up and move around the table to head to the door, leaving Rhoda’s phone and my drink on the table.

If someone wants to bring the dregs of my drink out for me, I won’t complain, but I was mostly done with it. I think I mostly want water right now, and I can get that from my apartment sink.

“Hold up,” Kimberly says, then asks, “Are we really worried about that?”

I glance at her over my shoulder with my left eye, and then tilt my head toward the door, before proceeding to it.

I hook my left claw around the handle, and then push the thumb latch down with my nose, and pull it open.

“Meg!” Rhoda calls after me.

I want to tell them all it’s OK, but I already tried to do that a couple different ways. One with a different set of words and one with gestures. I’m determined, not glum. I’m going to do the right thing for them, and I’ll guard this place in plain sight.

That way, if another dragon challenges me, I can make them take it to the street or even further away from people.

And I’m happy with that decision, I just probably don’t look like it.

I hear Rhoda say, “You all got a really big bowl for water?”

Ah, why is she always thinking of me like that? Especially after transfixing her with the two police officers last night.

I really need to think of a way to repay her.

I don’t know how I could.

There are three round black metal grate tables outside the shop along the south set of windows. They each have two chairs on either side of them. So, I go to the nearest one and grab one of the chairs with my mouth and drag it over to the next table, taking the time to position it nicely for whoever decides to sit there. Then I go back to the spot where the chair was and settle down on my haunches.

And then I notice that it’s Chapman standing on the corner of the street, watching me do this!

I was expecting hir much later today! Sie works, and sie should be at work.

But, when we make eye contact sie rushes over to my table and pauses at the chair, gesturing at it and raising hir eyebrows.

Their presence and mannerisms excite me so much!

I’m a Tumblr user. I know what a monster fucker is. I sort of used to think I was one, though it never really made sense to identify with the term when I also knew that I was a monster. My jury is still out on Chapman, though. We haven’t talked about it, and I know sie’s an autistic with a strong special interest. Sie’s in love with the idea of dragons, and I know how that feels. Though, my own interest was fueled by the euphoria of self recognition.

But the emotions and the thought prompt me to visualize having sex with hir, and I find myself repulsed.

OK. So, either I’m not sexually attracted to humans or I’m not sexually attracted to Chapman, and what I’m feeling is the limerence of a new friendship with someone really cool. Or.

Maybe it’s just not mating season.

I decide to ignore that last thought and just gesture at the chair with my nose and then look at Chapman again.

Sie sits and leans forward, “I was hoping you would be here. I brought something for you!”

Then sie rummages in hir purse, which is cylindrical and decorated to look like a hot rod wheel, complete with chrome hubcap. Today, sie’s wearing a faux tuxedo print T-shirt and a hot pink floofy skirt with fishnets and Doc Martens. Sie dresses like sie’s in hir early twenties, if sie were straight and cis, but I learned yesterday that sie’s in hir mid 40s. And sie has a decent job at one of the last local print shops, working prepress.

“Here!” sie exclaims, and pulls out a ratty oblong booklet that’s bound with a single O-ring rivet in the corner.

It says “Coated Pantone Color Matching Chart” on it, and it’s pretty thick.

Chapman lays it on the table and spreads it out as widely as possible, focusing on the first third of the booklet.

“I want to know if you can see the same colors you used to!” sie grins. “We know you can see more, because you can see thermals. That’s infrared, and I don’t have access to anything scientific for testing for that, only, like, a space heater or something. But, this should give us a good idea of what your human visual range is like.” Sie taps the spread of swatches and says, “If any two of the colors look the same to you, it means you’ve lost some range! Oh. Unless you were colorblind before. Huh.”

I briefly turn my head to the side to indicate I don’t think I was colorblind, and assume sie understands that. Then I give the swatches a good long look.

And at first I think I haven’t lost any colors at all. Almost all of the swatches I currently see are very different from each other.

But I do notice that two of them toward the center of the book are more close to each other than I think they should be. They’re greens. I tap them with my claw.

“Really,” Chapman says, and then spreads the center third of the booklet out for me.

It almost all green. And almost all the same color of green. I wish I could describe this to Chapman, but all I can do is gesture with my claw across the whole spectrum.

“Those are all the same?” sie asks.

I tilt my head up.

“Where’s your tablet,” sie asks.

I look up in the direction of my apartment, which is a view that is occluded by the presence of a big red painted iron awning. Still, Chapman had to have seen the destruction and caution signs from across the street while approaching the building.

“Oh, shit,” sie says.

I bob my head once.

“OK, now how about this third?” sie asks, and spreads out the rest of the booklet.

There’s more green there than I expect, and those greens are very similar, but the rest are very easily discernible. So, I point at the greens.

“Fascinating!” Chapman leans in and looks closely. “I wish I could see what you’re seeing! So, are these colors really easy for your to tell apart?” Sie gestures at the sets of blues and glowing indigos near the end of the book.

I tilt my head up sharply and add a cat smile.

“Oh! Oh,” sie scoots hir chair in a bit in excitement and then flaps hir hands, grinning. “Have you looked at any flowers lately?”

I tilt my head sideways.

“Ultraviolet,” sie says. “Flowers have a whole bunch of markings that are only visible in the ultraviolet range, and a lot of insects and some birds, I think, can see them. I think you’re missing your green cones, and I’m wondering if you’ve got both infrared and ultraviolet to compensate. Or, you’re missing your greens because you have those. I’m not sure I’m getting the biology right, but you know what I mean.”

I, myself, know just enough about biology that I’m aware that humans don’t have green receptors in their eyes, either. But I can’t tell Chapman that. But I also totally get what sie is saying. Maybe the cones in my eyes are spread out on a wider spectrum of color, at the expense of losing some detail in the middle range.

I look around to see if there are any flowers anywhere.

And I remember there’s a flower box right in front of the shop’s sign, behind Chapman and out of my site. So I hold up a claw and then get up and amble over there to take a good look at them.

I never really paid attention to flowers before, so I don’t really know what any given flower is supposed to look like to human eyes. I’m not familiar with them. But I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen any of them glow indigo in broad daylight before. These ones have stripes and patches that do.

Now that I think about it, I look around at the rest of the world.

There are actually quite a few things that have this sheen to them. Details here and there. A person walks by in bicycle shorts that are solid ultraviolet to my eyes, almost white with the color. And it isn’t like the world is suddenly all like this now.

This is what I’ve been seeing for the past four and a half days, but I just wasn’t paying it any mind.

It’s so weird! Why didn’t I notice this right away?

Chapman watches my head twitch this way and that as I look at different things in wonder.

“The whole world look different now?” sie asks. “You didn’t notice this before?”

I look at them then bob my head three times. It feels so good to do that, I bob it a couple more times.

“Really,” sie says. Sie seems to think about that for a moment, and then gets a delighted look on hir face. “It’s like the Colorblind Painter in An Anthropologist on Mars! By Oliver Sacks! This guy suddenly went completely colorblind and didn’t notice! He ran a red light because of it. But he was a painter, and he had to relearn how to paint, too. What happened was that part of his brain stopped working the way it used to, and even though his eyes kept picking up the same wavelengths they always did, his brain stopped interpreting them as color. But he didn’t notice at first! That’s the thing. It took him talking to Oliver Sacks about it to come to the realization that everything was in grayscale now. I think the same kind of thing is happening to you.”

I tilt my head and then bob it again.

I feel like that makes so much sense, and fits into just about everything else I’m experiencing. I’m also wondering if it explains something about why most people are reacting the way they are to us dragons.

Which. OK, with the head bobbing thing. I know that people see it as like nodding, though it looks pretty different. But, to me it’s a stim. It feels like a reflex for some other purpose. But I know how humans see it. So, occasionally I’m starting to use it to mean “yes”, but I’m also using it to feel better when I’m nervous or startled. And I’ve done it a lot more than I’m making note of, too.

People are generally reacting very positively to me, but I think there is some miscommunication going on all the same.

I’m doing my best, and so far it seems to be working out OK.

Anyway, that’s just another example of how different my neurology is now. But also, when I think about it, it was kind of different before, too. Like, there were layers. Everything I’m doing now as a dragon just feels so natural, and I remember doing some of it when I was younger and not yet transformed. But, I didn’t see in dragon colors just a week ago. Not that I know of. I did have phantom limbs of my wings and tail, but I didn’t have those limbs nor the nerves going to them. And I did have at least some human reflexes and instincts. Or, at least, five decades of learned behavior to imitate them.

I huff, which I guess is my kind of sigh now, and start ambling back toward the table.

Which is when Rhoda finally comes out carrying a new drink for herself and juggling her cane and the door. Kimberly is right behind her with a huge metal bowl full of water.

“Oh, hey, Chapman!” Kimberly says.

“Hi,” Chapman says.

“May I join you two?” Rhoda asks.

In answer, I go to the chair I already moved, and move it back to our table, placing it on the side facing the window, back to the street, between Chapman and where I’ll sit. Then I reposition myself to my spot.

As Rhoda sits down, Kimberly delivers my water, and puts it on the table.

“I’m sorry I took so long,” Rhoda says. “I wanted to get a new drink and talk to the Kims about something.”

Kimberly puts a hand on my right wing-shoulder, which is the closest thing to a human-like shoulder I have, and says, “You’re our dragon. We’ve got your back, OK? When you need to move, we’ll get a party together to help you.”

I have to say, I’m bewildered by this. I was not expecting anyone to say anything like that to me.

Rhoda adds, “I’m going to go up to the campus library and see if there are any geological maps of the area. Maybe we can find a good cave or something for you, if you want that.”

Oh, I feel like that’s a big assumption on her part. I appreciate the sentiment, but… I don’t remember saying I wanted a cave, myself, even though the thought did occur to me. And, now that I’m thinking about it.

Now that I’m thinking about it, I really don’t want to move.

This coffee shop is mine.

And so is the building it’s in. It’s my mountain. And downtown is my hunting ground.

And my apartment is my cave.

And with Kimberly basically declaring fealty to me, I can’t leave.

I look around at everyone and even glance into the cafe at the other customers.

These are my humans.

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 9 months ago

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Shuichi? I'm glad to see you finally giving Shirogane what she deserves, but I don't think I feel good about it, I don't know why, I'm supposed to be smiling about it, I'm supposed to be excited, to be happy, but I'm not! No matter how hard I try, I can't force myself to be happy about it

*sigh*

Ok...You will sit, and you will LISTEN...!

I get that you guys don't approve of me sparing her life like this. I understand you may think it's stupid, and gives way to much more chaos and death. After all, leaving Tsumugi alive invites only more chaos, right? That's what you think?

But I demand that you all just sit and think about it for a second...What DOES killing Shirogane even achieve in the end?

She'll go. That doesn't mean Zetsubou will! Even if their head is cut off, that's not going to destroy the work they've put in so far. Someone else will rise to the cause and fill the gap that she left, just like Shirogane herself did for Junko Enoshima...!

These Despairs...they're like seagulls who keep coming back for more food after getting a tiny nibble of your sandwich...! And simply killing them isn't going to FIX any of this! The world already got destroyed! Enoshima's death didn't fix that! TWO more Killing Games happened post-Enoshima because of her followers, and FIFTY-FREAKING-THREE happened in ours!

If you think that this is all part of a plan to get Shirogane to give up on her pointless dreams and seek redemption for her crimes...Pah...We all know that's not how she does things. The only reason I spared her is because her empire is falling around her, and now she's stuck being a blank-slate of a person, with no original ideas or schemes left to throw at us, knowing that taking our lives like she swears to, it won't take it all back, like I just said! For her? That's a fate WORSE than death!

Woah, hey, Shuichi...! Y-You ok?

And another thing!? Look at Enoshima! Look at Otonokoji! These Despair types defy death as a concept anyway! Let's say I DO kill Shirogane! How long do you think it'll be before she comes RIGHT THE FUCK BACK AGAIN to make us all EVEN MORE MISERABLE!?

The only thing that gets achieves if I decide to bite the bullet and take Shirogane's life is that...I become a murderer. And what's stopping me from running with that idea and slaughtering every bad guy I come across, even for petty reasons!? From becoming KURIPA!?

I would become the exact person that my real world self desired to become. When he signed up for all of this...this BULLSHIT! A sadistic murderous detective with a plan to kill everybody around him in an ingenious way...!

Shuichi, hold on-!

And you want to know what the most screwed up part of all of this is!? You guys want me to kill Shirogane because that's what YOU want! You want ME! The CHARACTER that you are watching, to enact justice! To side with Hope and destroy Despair! Sounds familiar, right? You know, that very idea that kept Danganronpa going a crapton of years!?

I am NOT going to give ANY fan of Danganronpa the SATISFACTION of watching me become a killer! Not my old self, not Shirogane, and NOT YOU! So hate me all you want for defying the expectations you set for me as a character! I am NOT your ENTERTAINMENT, DAMMIT!

SHUICHI!

...!?

I...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry I...I'm just so...sick...and tired of all of this...I stopped someone from dying...and yet inside, I feel like I murdered countless others...Do you know how hard it is to justify your own actions to a bunch of faceless, merciless members of an ask blog, who WANT your enemies to be slaughtered!?

...

Shuichi...I got a question for ya...Do you consider the real Ryoma Hoshi to be who I am now, or the person I was before all this happened?

...The Ryoma in front of me is the real one, of course.

Well, you should know this Ryoma killed a whole bunch of people out or rage and vengeance. And he lived every day of his life after regretting it, even when he got a second chance to live as a free man.

...You made the right choice. I guarantee you that.

If Shirogane DOES somehow come back to terrorize us again, all she'll be doing is coming back for another beating! Right?

...Yeah...Listen...I love you SO much...Don't EVER think of yourself as anything less than one of the greatest people that exists in this world...You don't deserve to go through this stress...

*Kaede gently presses her forehead against Shuichi's, embracing him warmly as tears stream down both their faces.

I love you too...I love all of you...I don't deserve any of your kindness...

*Everyone except Kokichi and Nico huddle around Shuichi for a hug.

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and-claudias-world · 2 years ago

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His Heir pt. 16 (Darth Maul x pregnant reader)

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Warnings: Flirting

Word Count: 1790

This was accidentally posted on the wrong account, this is my side blog, main blog is @and-claudia

I waited about thirty for Maul to arrive at his quarters. When he did I could tell he was agitated.

“Everything okay?” I asked cautiously.

“I need you to let me know if Qi’ra says or does anything to you. I want to know the moment it happens.” He said.

“Okay… what happened?” “She walked in and the first words she said was that she thinks I should fire you. I explained that people don’t just get fired from Crimson Dawn. And she said that she was well aware of that. She really came in there and suggested I get rid of you, that I kill you. All because she doesn’t like you.” He said, still clearly angry about the situation.

I didn’t speak. I knew better. It was best to let him go on his ranting spell and get it all out of his system before talking to him about it.

“I know the two of you don’t get along, but you would never have come into my office and seriously suggest that I terminate her. You have more class than that… Oh, but I put her in her place. She would be foolish to even so much as consider giving you a dirty look. I laid it out plainly for her. I would not get rid of you. She would do good to remember that you are irreplaceable but she, and everyone is. I told her the only thing keeping her in her position was the sheer fact that I did not want to have to look for a new right hand. She better get herself together before I get rid of her.”

Once he finished he took a deep breath to calm himself further.

“I’m sorry, Maul. I promise I will try to get along with her and try to reduce some of the conflicts between us.” I said feeling slightly guilty for some of what has gone on between us two.

Maul turned to me and grabbed my hands.

“Oh, my dear, you have nothing to apologize for. Lady Qi’ra brought this all upon herself. I know not everyone will get along working here, but everyone here is an adult who is more than capable of resolving their own issues. To request to have someone you work with terminated simply because you cannot figure out how to get along is beyond unprofessional.”

I nodded in agreement before Maul sighed.

“What have you selected for dinner? I am ready to put that discussion behind me and spend time with you.” He said.

“Well… I know it hasn’t gotten super cold here yet, but I really wanted some soup.”

Maul let out a small laugh.

“Also I wasn’t sure how the discussion was going to go so I also requested one of the bottles of Alderaanian white wine to be brought as well… for you of course.” I said.

He sent me a smirk, “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

I simply sent him a flirty wink as I turned to walk toward to couch.

“What shall we watch tonight?” I asked as I powered up the holoscreen.

“You pick, I am going to go change.” He said, walking to his room.

As he did I realized I should’ve gone by quarters to grab something more comfortable to lounge in. I had already discarded my heels by the door, but now sitting on the couch in what I wore to work, I was suddenly very uncomfortable. Then, as if he was reading my mind, which I knew he wasn’t Maul stepped back out of his room dressed only in grey lounge pants. I hadn’t seen him like this in some time. We hadn’t had sex since I left for the mission. Now, seeing his toned torso was driving me wild. I adjusted the way I was sitting and did my best to squeeze my thighs together and ignore the way his appearance was making me feel.

“Would you like to change as well?” He asked.

“I didn’t bring anything to change into.” I said, trying not to stare and his body.

“You can borrow something. I don’t mind at all. I believe the droids just had all my warmer sweaters laundered and put away if you’d like to put one of those on.” He offered.

During the cold season here on Dathomir it got extremely cold and I was horrible about stealing his sweaters during that time. They were all quite big on me but that never really bothered me, they were comfy and that’s all I cared about.

“If you don’t mind.” I said, getting up.

“Not at all, besides, half of them might as well just be yours.” He joked, leading me back to where they were in his closet.

I riffled through a few of them before picking the one I wanted. I walked out of the closet with it and laid it on the bed as I began to undress. Maul stood and watched me, not in a weird way though. The look in his eyes was something akin to longing. I removed my top before stopping for a moment and walking over to the mirror. I had gotten into the habit of constantly checking to see if I was showing yet. I sighed slightly when I didn’t see anything.

“Give it another couple of weeks.” Maul said as he watched my face fall.

“Sorry. I guess I’ve got a little excited to see a little baby bump.” I said, stepping away from the mirror.

I removed my bra and let out a small sigh of relief before grabbing the sweater and putting it on.

“It’s quite alright. I myself am quite excited to see it as well. I think you’ll look really nice with it.” I was blushing at his comment as I took off my bottoms.

“I guess I should ask, are you okay with me not wearing pants? I mean the sweater covers my ass.” I said looking over at him.

“I wouldn’t mind, even if it didn’t cover your ass.” He sent me a wink.

Though his words were going straight to my core, I couldn’t let on that it was having that effect on me. We weren’t in a relationship. We had only had sex so I could get pregnant. I shouldn’t think of him like that anymore.

“Careful, Maul. You wouldn’t want to start something you can’t finish.” I teased, stepping closer to him.

Instinctively, his hands went to my waist.

“Oh darling, trust me, I can finish it no problem.” He said.

I was just about to boldly reach up and pull him down to kiss him but the droids were arriving with our dinner.

“We should probably get that before our soup gets cold.” Maul said, releasing his grapes on my hips.

I nodded and stepped away from him and followed him out to the living room. The droids came in and set the table for us. As we ate we discussed some of the details of the celebration. He was excited to finally announce me as Mand'alor while I was beyond nervous. What if they were angry with me for hiding the truth for so long? What if they rejected me as Mand'alor? What if someone tried to challenge me for the throne?

Maul did his best to reassure me that none of that would happen but still as the days passed it was all I could think about. And now I only had one more day before the celebration. Everything was being set up as we prepared to rehearse the ceremony part of the celebration.

“Qi’ra, since you won’t be in the ceremony-”

“I am though.” She cut me off.

I gave her a weird look, creasing my eye eyebrows in confusion.

“I am the Maul’s right hand, the righthand of the Mand'alor is in the ceremony.” She explained to me as if I were stupid.

“Yes, I am in the ceremony.” I said.

“Oh Yn,” her tone was already extremely condescending. “You must have forgotten. Lord Maul chose me to be his right hand, not you. So, you can go sit with the other advisors during the ceremony.”

“No, Qi’ra. You are Maul’s, leader of Crimson Dawn’s, righthand not the Mand'alor’s righthand. The two are separate. So as I was saying, since you are not in the ceremony you will be making sure everything is running smoothly. And right now, you need to keep an eye on things while we go rehearse for the ceremony.”

She was stunned at the news.

“So what, am I supposed to wear white just like all the other nobodies?” She sassed.

“Yes, that is what the dress code said. You will be wearing white with all the others who do not hold a specific title. The Mand'alor will be in burgundy and their right hand will be in dark grey. The MSCs are going to be in black.” I said.

“What the hell are the MSCs?”

I sighed before answering, “The MSCs are the Mandalorian Super Commandos. They are the Mandalorian soldiers that served under Maul back on Mandalore. You know, if you were so sure that you were the Mand'alor’s righthand, I would have thought you would know more about the Mandalorians.”

With that, I left to head to the ballroom where our rehearsal would be taking place. Everyone was already there waiting for me.

“Sorry, there was some confusion I had to clear up with Lady Qi’ra.” I said walking over to them.

“That’s alright dear. Shall we begin?” Maul asked, hinting that I needed to make my announcement.

I nodded to him before speaking up.

“So, this year is going to be a little different. I am just going to come out and say it, unfortunately since were short on time today I can’t go into deep detail about it, but Lord Maul is not Mand'alor, I am. I have been since the first year celebration of Maul being Mand'alor… I had no intention of doind so. But as Lord Maul said, it what was meant to happen. I’ve been the one making the decisions ever since, but Maul has just been the face of the Mand'alor. If you have any questions, we’re opening the throne room to the people on the day after the celebration for anyone who has any. But for now, let’s just run the ceremony as we know it be done, just mine and Lord Maul’s roles are reversed.” I said, glaning to Maul for encouragement.

I could tell there was some hesitation and shock from all of them But after a moment they all gave a curt nod and said “Yes, ma’am.” Then we were beginning to rehearse.

A/n: next part will have at least a little bit of smut

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enstarstracker · 2 years ago

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I know I said this blog won't have any fancy graphs, but...

I put together a quick overview on who will get a center song next rotation! I also have elaborations on some less obvious ones.

Here it is:

First of all, let's get the ones who are guaranteed out of the way. Trust me, it's a lot of them. In fact, it's almost all of them.

"what makes them guaranteed?"

Basically the ones who are guaranteed are the characters who are the only ones left for their unit for a center song! Whether it is the unit's first cycle (four person units) or their second cycle (two person units), they are the only ones left for their units.

v Continued below the cut v

these characters are:

Tori, Hokuto, Tatsumi, Rei, Tomoya, Nagisa, Shu, Yuta*, Rinne, and Kohaku*.

*We are still awaiting the upcoming 2wink event after valk, but Hinata is 1st most due for a 5 star so it is basically guaranteed that he is getting the center song. If for whatever reason, it isn't him and Yuta gets the upcoming event, ignore Yuta on the overview and replace him with Hinata.

*I know the last Madara event was technically a MaM one, but MaM and DF usually get counted together which leads to Kohaku being next.

That's ten characters that are guaranteed to get a center song (I said it was almost all of them-).

For the ones not guaranteed, I will provide an elaboration on why it will be them (or in Knights' case, why I have no clue at all).

-Kanata: Ryuseitai's center is between Kanata and Midori. However, Midori has already gotten two events in his shuffle center and the recent 1.5 tour event. On the other hand, Kanata has so far only gotten one event in his SS tour. To keep balance within the numbers of the unit, Midori won't get his third event before Kanata gets his second one. Not to mention that Midori has had a center song with his shuffle and therefore takes priority over Kanata in the next Ryuseitai center song.

-Keito: Akatuski is going to start a new cycle of center songs in the next rotation. So you would think that it could be all three of them to get the center song, however this is not the case. All three of them have gotten two events. However out of the three of them, Kuro has gotten two center songs so far: Akatsuki center and shuffle center. This means we can leave him out as he won't get a third center before the others get their second. Which leaves Keito and Souma. Considering Souma only got his center song recently, it seems unlikely that he will get one so soon afterwards.

"but Mika-" I KNOW. However, Valkyrie is a two person unit which leaves for very little choice, especially when they want to switch things up. Considering Keito's center was longer ago, it would make more sense for HappyEle to go with him over Souma for next rotation.

-Knights: I am gonna be real with you, I DON'T KNOW. I can give arguments for both sides here. Let me explain: Izumi's shuffle center was alllll the way back in the first rotation, meanwhile Tsukasa had a tour for the SS. So you'd think Tsukasa will get the Knights center because Izumi already had a center song, right? WELL, we all know what happened with Kaoru, he got his center song last rotation even though he had a shuffle center in the first, leaving Rei in the dust. The same thing can happen with Izumi. Not to mention both of them have only gotten ONE event, it can go either way here. Frankly, I think whoever doesn't get the center song will get a tour anyways, but we can't be certain.

"but they wouldn't give Tsukasa another tour, right?"

Yeah they would, look at Tatsumi and Tomoya. I can't use the 5 star due list either because:

they are so close to each other that it can still go either way

the due list will change sooooooo much overtime that you can't tell the far future from it

In my opinion, both sides here are on equal grounds to get the next center song. Even though I feel like it will be Tsukasa, I can't be sure of it. So instead of putting one of them in the quick overview, I am leaving it open and advice that both IzumiPs and TsukasaPs prepare for an event. Just remember that they both only have gotten one event so far and that it's therefore likely that one might get a tour.

Now onto the last one:

-Sora: you could say that this one is kinda easy to determine. Tsumugi already has gotten three events, so he is definitely out. Natsume has gotten two events, while Sora only has gotten one. Since Natsume had his center song recently, while Sora had his event in the first rotation, it is easy to assume that Sora will get the next Switch center as well. Not to mention that in the current gacha round, neither Natsume or Tsumugi have gotten a 5 star yet. When they do, it will bump them way down on the due list, leaving free game for Sora to get the Switch center (or an event in general). Even in the off chance that Natsume (or maybe even Tsumugi) will get the next Switch center, there is a big chance Sora will get a tour or a shuffle center to get him up to two events.

So yeah, there you have, an overview on the next rotation + my elaborations. I don't have much to say as a closing statement other than just prepare. Prepare for anything, HappyEle is full of surprises. The guaranteed ones are likely to not change, so I wouldn't worry about those?? Just prepare for worst case scenario for the not guaranteed ones and also for the tours and shuffles!

I am hoping to get out a quick overview on who to prepare for for shuffle units next rotation as well once this gacha round is over, so be on the lookout for that!

#I hope it doesn't look rushed I just don't have that much time #maybe I should've waited for 2wink event announcement but nahhhh #enstars #ensemble stars #event tracker

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