#also if i tagged you and have not talked to you/don't know you

[conspiracyofcrazy]

I am so fucking sick of this post. It is the only thing in my notifications. I just thought it was funny and a couple of mutuals would find it amusing. And then Neil fucking Gaiman found it and *boom* there goes my peace and quiet.

I did find the thread about "oh... so *that's* puce" really entertaining, though.

The thing about it that really kills me (and I'm aware that this is the root of it - I've talked to my therapist about it) is that none of it is original to me. All I did was cut and paste and give it ONE tag. Took absolutely no brain power. I didn't contribute a single word. None of my original stuff comes 1/10 as close to this many notes. I come back every 24 hours and clear the 23 - 99+ notifications and get disgusted and tend to not spend time here.

You want to know the worst part? Right under this one, in my timeline is a really funny video of Doofenshmertz singing A Platypus Is Controlling Me, live. With a live band. At a block party. To which I also didn't contribute a word. And I wish that had more notes.

For one thing, it's less depressing. It's fun and light hearted. It doesn't dwell on the outside world. And frankly, I'm really sick of the outside world and want a sanctuary.

The other thing that really gets under my skin is knowing that this wouldn't have gained any traction without Gaiman finding it. Two years ago, I'd have been thrilled that he found it and wanted to boost the message. Now? I want to scrub his fingerprints off anything of mine that he has touched. And that includes the letter from 10 years ago refusing to help me with my master's thesis. I used to put it in perspective and remind myself that he's very busy and doesn't owe me anything and talking about another author wouldn't be good form. In the past year, it has felt very selfish and self-centered. I asked about Douglas Adams and Gaiman wrote Don't Panic before anyone knew his name. I owned Don't Panic before Gaiman wrote Sandman.

And this famous author allowed this nobody journalist interview him and talk about his work with him.

And I just want you to see the newest cover for this same book:

Just me, or does his name look bigger than the title? And it seems to stand out more for being the only black on the cover.

He was never going to help me. And reblogging this post of mine feels like an insult.

And no one will read this or care or anything else, but I needed to purge my craw of the bile I've built up over the past year.

[leighsartworks216]

Reckless

Zayne x gn!Reader

I cry real easy when I feel like/know someone is upset with me, so these hcs hit close to home, but especially Zayne's. Had to write smth about it, even tho it's really short

Based on this post by @mwphisto

Warnings: hurt/comfort, injury, pain, crying, apologies

Word Count: 658

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"You need to stop being so reckless." Zayne's voice leaves no room for argument. So you don't. You bite your tongue.

His hands work precisely as they work a needle through your leg. The site is numb, injected with lidocaine to block the pain. The rest of you still hurts, though. The bruises on your back. The scrape on your cheek. Your dislocated and relocated shoulder. The throbbing headache-concussion combo.

It was a messy fight. No backup, no partners, lots of Wanderers. They'd sneak up behind you, catch you off guard. Too many times you dodged from one attack directly into another. But you kept fighting. The thought of retreat never crossed your mind; it was too important to your mission that these monsters be dealt with. So you dealt with them. By the time help did arrive, protocores littered the ground. An ambulance rushed you over to the hospital. Zayne was there to greet you.

It was pure chance, honestly. They needed help in the ER and he finished his rounds quickly, so he offered his assistance. You still remember the way his eyes widened at the sight of your face. The way they scanned down your body at everything injured, broken, out of place. The way they turned cold. Honed in on the job at hand. The tension in his jaw as he grabbed one side of the gurney and guided it into a room. The silence as he worked.

At least now he's talking to you.

He frowns deeper as he finishes the last stitch. He sets the needle and forceps aside. Grabs a roll of gauze and wraps it around your calf. Then he grabs the roll of bandages and gets to work covering it.

"Is it so hard to wait for backup before you run into danger?" he asks. He doesn't want an answer. He sighs. Tugs the bandage a little tighter and secures it. "You're lucky your injuries aren't more serious."

You keep your eyes down as he stands. He grabs a clipboard, already set with papers about your condition and vitals. The scratch of a pen against paper. It sounds rough. He's writing quicker than usual. A lump forms in your throat. Thick and sticky, building with the sting behind your eyes.

"I'm confining you to strict bedrest and observation. You'll stay here for the night. I'm also writing you a doctor's note for work. You won't be allowed to go back into the field until you've been cleared by a doctor. Understand?"

You bite your lip. You're trembling. Body shaking as you fight back the growing tidal wave of emotion. You blink, tears slipping from your eyes.

"Understand?" he asks again, sharper this time. The writing stops. "... Y/N?"

That softness when he says your name. That warmth, that gentle concern. It's all it takes for a sob to break free, torn from your throat. Then it's like you can't stop. Your lungs constrict tightly, heaving around sounds you muffle with your hand. You nod pathetically.

He steps forward, walking on eggshells. The clipboard is set on the examination table beside you. Your knees bump against his hips. You recoil, trying to pull your legs in closer so you don't touch him. So you don't upset him. So he can't find another reason to scold you. But it just hurts. Electricity shoots up your leg.

He shushes you softly. His arms wrap around you, careful not to hurt you further. He steps forward until your knees have no choice but to press up against him as he pulls you into his chest. You don't fight it this time. Your forehead presses against his collarbone. One of his hands cradles the back of your head. His cheek rests on the crown.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. He tenderly rubs your back, featherlight, wary of all the bruises he'd just assessed. You choke on another sob. "Shh. It's alright, my love. I'm sorry."

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[kikidoul]

☆ ͡ COLD HANDS, COLDER HEART ︶︶ (TEASER)

"Marrying you was never part of my plan—and watching you play hero in an operating room doesn't change a thing."

"You don't have to love me, Sunghoon. But don't stand there and and look at me like I'm beneath you."

synopsis. . .ᐟ Being known as South Korea's talented and skillful neurosurgeon has it's own perks. At the same time, it also has downsides—one of it being forced into an arranged marriage with an infamous and successful CEO: Park Sunghoon. He disliked the idea of being married to someone who loves playing the role of an hero. You disliked the idea of being married to someone who wears an expensive suit, does nothing in his office and laid back. This isn't a happy-go-lucky marriage. No, this is a marriage filled with pride, resentment, cold and harsh words. Can the two of you ever find happiness in this harsh, unfair world you're thrown into?

content . .ᐟ arranged mariage au, CEO! 박성훈, neurosurgeon! fem! reader, heavy angst, hurt with comfort, gender sterotypes, unstable relationship, emotionally constipated sunghoon, arugments, slowburn, fluff if you squint, light smut, plot-focused, happy ending.

word count . .ᐟ tba (estimated to be 20k, i hope)

from hye . .ᐟ this idea struck me like lightning the moment belift dropped the concept pictures. i'm a sucker for arranged marriage and with this pic, you can't blame me for writing one for CEO! Sunghoon. would like to point out that this will have more plot than porn, since i like writing plot, so yeah. comment on this post or send an ask if you wish to be tagged for this fic!

“Look at her, she doesn’t look like she belongs here.” 

“You’re right. I bet she didn’t showered before coming over. I can smell the stench of blood on her. Ugh, let’s get out of here before I puke.” 

Laughter rippled across the dinner table, polished silverware clinking against fine china. You merely sat in silence, the bitter taste of your untouched wine lingering. Across from you, Sunghoon didn’t even glance your way. Not a word. Not a defense. Just silence—the kind that spoke volumes. After all, you were already used to this. Used to your so-called husband not saying anything to defend you. You told yourself to not take their words to heart but as this goes on, you were getting tired. 

Tired of being the laughingstock of the family. Tired of people gossiping and whispering, hands shielding their mouths—not wanting to let you know what they’re talking about. You were foolish back then, thinking your husband would step in to say something, anything but when it was clear he was disinterested in whatever’s happening around him, you gave up. There’s no point in trying to chase after someone who’s insistent on following his morals. 

~ 

“I’ve told you before, didn’t I? You’re only wasting your time and life away, trying to play the hero. Look at you, you’re a fucking mess.” 

Smack! 

A series of gasps echoed amongst the observation room. You lowered your left hand, ignoring the stinging pain as you glared at Sunghoon through your teary, puffy eyes. Your husband, on the other hand, dazedly raised his hand, fingers grazing against his now red, sore cheek. You were fully aware of how you’re causing a scene but you didn’t care. At this point, you were mentally and physically exhausted. His harsh, cold and thoughtless words were merely the final straw for you to snap. 

“I fucking hate you, Park Sunghoon. In our married life, you’ve never shown any support. All you did was to judge me, constantly belittling me, looking at me like I’m below you. I’m your wife, for God’s sake! Would it kill you to treat me as an equal!?”

Sunghoon’s eyes widened, something akin to regret flickered across his usual stoic face. “(Name)—” 

You smacked his outstretched hand away, backing away from him. “Forget it. I’m getting a divorce. I can’t do this anymore.” 

~ 

“Dr. (Name)! Your husband—he—he got hit by a car and—” 

Your world turned upside down when you ran out of your office, not listening to the rest of the sentence, only to pause when you see Sunghoon being wheeled to an emergency room—a room where he needs to be operated on now, before it’s too late. You quickly changed to your scrub attire, washing your hands and you could see how you were visibly trembling. You knew you weren’t in the right mind to perform a surgery—a high-risk surgery, to be exact. But you couldn’t back down, not when it’s your husband laying on the operating table. 

“Come on, please please please, don’t die on me,” you muttered. 

I need you here. I need you in my life because as much as I hate you, a small part of me still loves you, even if you don’t feel the same way. 

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[asce-of-hearts]

Hello! You said we could request more for Jiraiya so I have this idea. Maybe reader is someone Jiraiya solicits for services, and he gets jealous at the idea of reader servicing anyone who isn't him. So he fucks them until they accept to be his! A lot of smut pls

And if you could add 🧃 prompt it would be great

Thank you!

Hypocrite

Contents: Yandere!Jiraiya with prompt: 🧃

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WARNINGS: YANDERE, KIDNAPPING, DUBCON, OVERSTIM, SIZE KINK, BREEDING KINK, TALKS OF PROSTITUTION AND PIMPING.

Showgirls, prostitutes, and all of those women who sold their bodies for the enterntainment of dirty old men like him was a business, a profitable one considering the excessive and expensive fees they charged just for a pretty girl with a nice bust to fawn over him for half an hour. Was it worth it? Absolutely.

Specially if it involved you fawning over him.

Anyone on the business could also tell you that most hookers that ended up dead was because a psycho old man became a little in love with them, a little obsessed. Business and love should never mix, don't stick your cock where you have your gold. Well, unfortunately for everyone, Jiraiya wasn't a business owner. And as such, was allowed to obsess over you, just a little.

It all started with jealousy, which he can admit was hypocritical. Sure, he was fine with having you and ten other ladies sitting around him and fetching him drinks while laughing at his drunken jokes. But you, servicing another man? Unacceptable, you were supposed to be his only. Not this... whore who goes and pleases other men.

So, if the only choice to make you understand your place was to... Fuck a baby into you or something, then that's what he would do, without hesitation. He will take the bullet, for you, of course.

So there you are, sprawled under him, the dim light of the motel room casting a strange glow over your skin. You don't look real, you certainly don't feel real. You're young, and you're ripe and you're perfect for him to eat like the precious, forbidden fruit you have always been. He doesn't care, he can't bring himself to care about anything else in the world in that moment other than the fact that he has to breed you. Pump you full of kids and make you moan underneath him, pleading for more inches of his fat cock inside your little cunt. Milking him for all he's worth. He doesn't know how many seconds, how many minutes, how many hours he has exceeded the curfew your pimp imposed over you. And he doesn't care, he just wants to have you, all for himself, forever and after.

"Please—" Your voice is more like a wheeze in that second, folded in half in a mating press that just shouldn't be humanly possible. It felt like you were getting impaled, the air forced out of your lungs with another brutal thrust that had your innards shifting just to see how they could even fathom to accomodate his lenght. "I can't— It's so—" The world is spinning, or maybe you are, you don't know, you can't think. You can only focus on his face as he grins, little spirals in your eye as you think you might be going mad underneath his ministrations.

"You can, pretty girl. Stay with me," He has the audacity to croon as he continues to ravage you, large hands caressing the underside of your thighs, pressing further so your breasts squeeze together. Dirty old man. "Don't you want me, baby? Don't you like it when I make you feel like this?" Your cunt is so packed it almost hurts to recieve the friction your body aches for, your clit throbbing as he spits down on it. Making you throw your head back as you howl in pleasure.

"I do! I do I do I do," You're delirious, and he bends down to press a lewd kiss to your swollen lips, sucking on your tongue in a way that has you creaming around his cock once more. He's making you mad, completely mad, you try and move your hips, but your body has already given up a long time ago. You're a sex doll in that moment, existing solely for his pleasure. "Mnn— I gotta— I have to go back to—" You cling to the last scraps of sanity left inside your brain, quickly replaced by another thick load of cum poured right inside your womb.

"I don't think so, sweetheart. You're stayin' right here with me, where you belong. Dripping with my cum between those pretty thighs," He whispers, sultry, seductive. "I’m gonna make you addicted to me. That way you're never going to even think about leaving, about being a little whore for anyone else." You tremble and shake under him, ruined, eyes teary and mind foggy, clouded with lust, with sensations only he's able to provide.

"Jiraiya..." You whimper, and he chuckles, fucking you faster.

"I know, I know. I'm here, little girl. I'm not going anywhere," He murmurs, his kiss much more tender this time as he squeezes you against the bed further, burying you under his weight and strenght in such a delicious way. "You're not leaving my sight ever again."

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[delusionalalien]

[Embrace You, Devour You] [Chapter 7] YANDERE!Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader x YANDERE!Variant!Invincibles

I HAVE WAY TOO MANY DRAFTS AND MISTAKES THAT I HAVE DONE WHILE MAKING THIS!!!! I accidentally published this TWICE, the app on my phone does not like me, no cap, it said 'save as draft' and the next thing i see is someone liking this shit when its only half way finish💀💀

Anyway, garbage as usual lmao. No Mark btw, you guys can skip this.

NOTE : I do NOT speak Russian, and I used google translate for the Russian bits, i'm so sorry for any Russian people reading this hot garbage of a fanfic.

prologue

previous chapter , ???

T.W / Tags: Slow-burn, Soft yandere, pining, mark is bat shit crazy but he good dw, baby-trapping, teen pregnancy, yandere variants, mark a lil pushy, breeding kink, jealous Mark Grayson, talks of abortion, misunderstandings, possessive Mark Grayson, murder, gore, child-murder(variant!readers), attempted suicide, murder-suicide(variant!readers), OOC, yandere!mom, prob need more tags

Weird ass dreams and you actually have family lore???

You felt the urge to mourn.

You had no recollections of what happened before you came here. All you knew this wasn't the earth you know, nature took over the planet, the sky a deep orange and a strange massive oak tree standing at the middle of it all.

a glowing green power shined inside it's body, dormant, angry, and isolated. Betrayed and stabbed by an axe which left imprints at the base, a scar, a reminder of what it went through.

There was an urge to comfort the alien plant, perhaps it was simply your mind playing tricks on you. There was no way a tree could feel human emotions.

You feel cold as you walk around it. You need to find home, but where is home exactly? This wasn't the earth you know of and you have no clue who or what brought you here in the first place.

You followed the roots of the first tree that protruded from the ground to another clearing where yet another oak tree stands, this time, normal for its height.

The last tree had vibrant colors, this one was dull in comparison to that green shine. You stopped for a brief moment to take in the sight before you.

Despite it's normal appearance and dull color, you can't help but touch the base of the tree and you flinched, stepping back when the shine swirled unnaturally when you touched it.

It seemed friendly, whatever these are they are definitely sentient to some degree.

You made distance with the oak, it didn't feel right to feel scared but you moved on your own feet, reminding yourself that you have to find a way back home and that sticking to one location is never a good idea- at least according to your mother's questionable survival guide she had passed down to you.

You pondered what your parents are doing, they probably filed a missing persons report on you and since you don't quite know how long you've been gone, you only hope its only been a day, and you started praying you weren't kidnapped by actual aliens from another planet.

Your train of thoughts also lingered further as you walk mindlessly through the dense forest. You think of Mark and how he was doing. You wished you cleared up the misunderstanding's about Todd before you came here, how you should have been honest with yourself and confessed.

Still, fear holds you back, you fear change, you are terrified of changing what you both have now. Knowing one day he's going to find someone and he looks at them like how you look at him all your life.

Mark is a friend, you know that, and you delude yourself that you're okay with just being friends, the next door childhood friend that will one day also find someone to love- someone who isn't Mark.

It repulsed you. The idea of someone else in your lives when you love him too much to give him away. Call it an obsession but you'd rather fight for the both of you to stay single for the rest of your life.

You tripped and fell on the grass when your foot caught itself on a stone, you hadn't realized you started crying in the middle of your crisis.

Stupid feelings.

Stupid lies.

Stupid you.

Why of all people has it have to be Mark?

Why does it feel like the world would tear itself apart when you aren't with him?

Why him?

Because he's Mark Grayson.

You're first love and possibly your last. The dork next door that would listen to you rant or ramble in the middle of the night with all the attention on you, the boy who would catch a lizard for you in recess just because you called them cool despite how scared he was touching one, the boy next door who shows up and glues himself on you with every chance he gets and spends most of your summers locked in your room dozing off or playing video games.

That was Mark Grayson, and to him?

You are nothing but a best friend. His ride or die, the girl next door who listens to him ramble about the new release of seance dog, the one who would put him in stupid situations, the girl who has a questionable love interest on Todd.

And who are you to make you change his mind?

You made your bed along ago, you just refused to lie still in it.

You leaned yourself onto a tree, small, insecure, but you felt the most safe within it's small dome, its little sanctuary in the middle of nowhere. It took you a minute to calm down and realized you hadn't gone that far at all from the second oak tree and from the distance you can still see the first tree towering above the head of the rest of the planets in this world.

The smaller oak you leaned to was still growing to maturity, the seconds tree's roots intertwined with the smaller one just like the first one did.

There was no green shine in its body not even a minuscule of it, just a normal tree with a parent tree root embracing its child.

You sat down and scoots further on the small tree where you feel safe. Where you can drown yourself in your own emotions without the feeling of being judged.

You want Mark to be here,

You want your mom to be here,

You want to hear your dad,

You want to hear Debbie giggle,

You want to see Nolan give you his best awkward comfort smiles,

You miss William and his loud comments,

You miss everyone back home, they're probably all worried sick about you,

How do you even go back home?

When did you fall asleep?

Soft fingers strokes your face, it wiped the salted tears away and she whispered soothing words into your ears, Russian was a language your mother didn't bother teaching you, as to why you don't know yourself, this woman is unmistakably speaking Russian to you, whispering soft words of encouragement.

"Вы должны проснуться!"

"Не заканчивай здесь свою жизнь!"

"Приди ко мне, дитя мое!"

"Вот и всё, иди сюда, дорогая."

Why was half your body inside the tree?

She held your hands and pry's you away from the plant in desperation, gathering her strength and she held you close when you are thrown out of the tree's hollow inside. You breathe heavily and watched the tree you we're resting on shamefully closed, the imprint of your body fading slowly as if it understood its irrational behavior of consuming you was wrong and selfish.

You could have died back there, and yet a stranger saved you.

"T-thank you saving me..."

She was massive, not as near as the same physique as your mother, but she was almost the same build. She has sharp features like your mother however, almost creepily identical and you flinched when she furrows her brows in anger.

"О чем ты думал! У тебя есть желание умереть? Что тебя так беспокоит, что ты хочешь покончить с собой?"

"I, I'm sorry? Miss i don't understand what you're saying."

There was a long pause before she sighed, her shoulders slump in defeat, you watch her stand up and motion for you to follow, despite everything, something tells you to obey without further questions. Perhaps because she was human in a nonhuman world, your instincts screams to survive.

You walked behind her, glancing back at the tree that almost consumed you and shuddered. You could have died, you got too comfortable and ended up almost giving up your life and the oddest thing is, you don't even hold any sort of resentment towards it.

Your body slams to a stop when the mystery woman stood still, she points towards a hole on the ground, her face unreadable but serious in the way she spoke.

"Home."

Home? You step a little closer to the hole, it was an endless abyss down there and you're beginning to doubt that she was even here to help you, looking back at the woman, she crossed her arms and waits for you to jump in.

"I'm sorry but this doesn't look safe."

Maybe she speaks and understand minimal English that would explain how she seems to understand you to a certain level. She shakes her head and comes up to you just to jab her finger right where you're heart is.

"Return."

"Return?" You repeat and she nods.

"Return, home." She points back at the hole once more then at you.

"Sorry, I don't understand how this hole is going to bring me back to earth."

A frustrated huff left her lips, she chew the inside of her cheeks thinking, finding words she could convince you to jump, and you wait for her to speak, the more the silence grew the more you think you have to be on your own to find your way back home.

A spaceship would be great about now.

"You, soul, home, body, return."

"wh-"

You didn't even get to ask before she actually shoved you. You flail your arms around trying to catch anything to stop your fall, screaming as the orange sky began to disappear and the silhouette of your murderer fades.

Fuck your life.

-

You jolt from slumber. Mouth opened to scream but no noise did come out. What the hell did you dream about? You're then hit with a throbbing sensation in every part of your body.

Everything hurts. The pain you feel was like being struck by a truck going pass the speed limit down the road to end you, the mattress felt thin and stiff making you squirm and groan once your entire senses came back at full force.

You can make out the faint smell medicine wavering in the air, the bed would creaked on occasion if you shifted, your face was numbed with something clings onto your cheeks like sticker, your arms are no better, needles inserted in your veins and supplying you whatever nutrients you needed..

You felt dizzy when you sat up, and you're careful not to accidentally push the needle to where it shouldn't be. You felt nauseous and scared.

How long have you been out? What happened? Why are you in the hospital with these bandages wrapped around you?

Like a second truck coming out of nowhere to finish the job, you're hit with the last memories before you went unconscious out, you were alone underneath the bench and in the mercy of your own company, begging death not to take you, recalling Rebecca and her goons walk away from your body submerged in your own vomit, the way they laughed and tortured you.

You cried. Sobbing in your bruised hands as you let it all out. The agony they made you feel, how you felt pathetic and small while in their mercy as you took on their assault, blow after blow begging and crying out for help and mercy.

You hear the door open, you didn't stop your tears, nor try to shame the emotions you felt before your father went inside.

He froze on that doorway, his eyes red and tired. You felt bad for everyone, the pain they must have gone through just to wait for you to wake up, to know what happened.

It wasn't long before Nicolas held you in his arms, holding your head against his chest as he feel you tremble in his arms, crying to him, for your mother to hold you, to surround you in their presence, and Nicolas hushes you and kissing your head in comfort.

"I'm here,"

"You're safe, nothing is going to harm you now,"

"Let it all out, (Name)."

You drowned in his comfort, his smell, his voice, the way he sooth you in a tight embrace. You believe him, you survived in what you felt was death guiding you to the afterlife, surviving what felt like an eternity of torture, and he lets you cry, again and again.

Because you're his little girl.

And nothing will ever change that.

Not in a hundred years, not even millions.

So Nicolas didn't speak, he didn't stop you from crying, acknowledging what you went through, understanding his grounds as a father.

And for you it was enough.

-

Note: when i got bullied my dad just stared at me from across the room. All my crying must have went to his head because he told me to shut up and do the chores (he also threw a notebook at me)💀💀💀💀💀💀 GOD GIVE ME A DAD LIKE NICOLAS!!1!11! #copium #developeddaddyissueswithme

[anghraine]

kjfd;jkadj my last two posts collided in my mind—the one I just posted, about Kirk and Uhura not only caring intensely about each other behind their professional personas, but also handling said personas in essentially similar, synergistic ways as communications and commanding officer + the ramble last night about how I haven't yet found a fic that takes up the concept of Kirk making a fantastic psychologist (I've only seen direct role-reversals with him and Spock thus far) that's mentioned all the way back in S1 of TOS.

The psychologist!Kirk post basically split into two scenarios which I babbled more about in tags: one where Spock is captain, most likely of an all-Vulcan Starfleet vessel like the Intrepid until Kirk is transferred to that ship as part of some human-Vulcan collaborative effort going on, and another where they're still on the Enterprise, with Spock remaining chief science officer and Kirk as head of the psychologists and counselors on board. The TOS psychologists are always science division, so in that version, it's Dr. Kirk answering to Spock (likely his direct superior would be McCoy but ~mysteriously he ends up working more directly with Spock).

But I did think idly, "I wonder who the captain would be if it's neither Kirk or Spock, the next in the canonical command chain is Scotty, but I don't see that at all, certainly not McCoy, I'm not sure Sulu is all that suited to it at this point—"

BUT UHURA. CAPTAIN UHURA. Her age is never mentioned in TOS and I don't care about anything else for these purposes, but iirc Nichelle Nichols was actually close in age to Nimoy and Shatner, so it doesn't beggar belief that she could have gotten so far, so fast. And her professional accord with Kirk makes her a less plot-disruptive choice than someone really dissimilar like, idk, Pike or whomever.

SO. In this scenario, Spock is Captain Uhura's unflappable chief science officer/XO, Kirk is essentially her Troi (still virtually psi-null—just an incredibly incisive and adaptable judge of people and perfectly ready to share his observations with Uhura), Scotty is still living his best life communing with the warp drive, and McCoy is basically unchanged.

Kirk's notoriously demanding class at the Academy (implied to be a philosophy one in TOS) was an ethics course informed by his specialization. Elizabeth Dehner worked directly with him before, well, events, and he's along on the attempt to stop Mitchell and Dehner. The "Dagger of the Mind" mission is an Uhura-Kirk field trip. Uhura defies Starfleet to get Spock to Vulcan without even knowing why—Spock won't explain and Kirk won't break his confidence, but she knows whose judgment she values most and her trusted chief counselor >>>> some asshole admiral. Uhura also goes on a bunch of planetary exploration missions as captain, still in her mini-skirt and boots and winged eyeliner (though her clothes don't get torn quite as much as Kirk's), and is a natural diplomat who is not above a) lies or b) fighting if necessary. Something like "The Corbomite Maneuver" is resolved largely the same way, for instance.

Spock and Kirk still play chess games that Spock more often loses, but this regularly happens in the science labs. McCoy and Kirk are still old friends and regularly talk shop with some mildly illegal beverages involved. Uhura is split into Good Uhura and Evil Uhura that one time but is also still the one to bring the tribbles onboard.

I'm going back to outlining my f/f K/S AU but. do you see the vision

[tegabyte]

Here's hoping I'm not making a big mistake here...

I'm trying to keep this low enough impact that I can accomplish them. I can sketch fairly quick enough, even if it's a full body (though that DOES take me longer), and I think I can manage this.

Feel free to peruse my art tags and see if I can draw for you.

Some other notes under a read more because I talk a lot:

I can be contacted via tumblr askbox, at the least, and I can contact you for more discussion via DMs after that. I also have a discord, and if I actually have a density of commission requests I can make a discord server to invite you into for more conversation. (I have several servers, admittedly, including one for artists/creatives, but it might be rude to clutter those with commission talk.) If you must reach out to me somewhere else, I have a bluesky or you can email me (ageofzero@live.com)

I have a ko-fi for payment, or paypal. I've used the latter more often and I can figure out the invoice thing if that's your preference.

I'm a primarily humanform artist. I can do human +wings, perhaps horns, or a mermaid tail, but I typically draw humankind and human shapes. I'm not set up to be a furry artist, and I want to be able to work faster than having to figure out animal shapes on the fly would allow me. I might be willing to draw a small animal companion with your character of choice, but that's a big maybe.

I know I wrote the vague "portrait" up there in the image, and I stand by that, but I realized that could also include things like video game avatars, and (variable)-sonas (trollsonas, for example). Still in the human limits, but with additional fun involved.

I'm pretty mild across the board as far as internet users go, and I forgot to write it on the image itself, but I won't do heavy gore stuff either. Blood and wounds are okay, that's fairly mild, but I won't draw guts spilling out or severe eye damage or stuff like that. That's probably not in the purview of sketch commissions anyway, but I would rather not have to deal with gore.

I will give you a quote if we have to negotiate additional details that'll cost more than my base price before I get started, and you're free to say that you can't commission me if you want at that point. No hard feelings, I get that money's tight across the board. I'm trying to find the bridge between making it worthwhile for what I'm offering and also making it reasonable for me to earn the bare amount of what I need.

I'm okay with drawing your ship of choice if you're willing to pay for it and give me a little more time to work out the positioning of characters. hand holding is hard, haha. I won't draw lolicon/shotacon, and I still won't draw sex, but we can talk around what else there is.

I'm not up to doing a fully rendered/fully colored commission right now, I haven't had a good track record with going through the full process digitally. Unless we have a really compelling discussion and I get paid real good, or I do it traditionally after that discussion, that's not something I'm offering fully.

I will send you the commissioner the full size png when I'm all done, but I'll post a smaller tumblr-size jpg on my blog, after payment is received. Unless you'd rather otherwise, in which case we'll talk about it and I'm willing to leave it unposted. You're not allowed to post it yourself or use it (as an avatar for example) without proper credit to me, and DEFINITELY you're not allowed to feed it to some image generating "AI" dataset.

I will offer these in traditional options (pencils and micron pens), but I can't stream the process on discord.

I don't have a formal contract to offer anyone, and I don't wanna figure out a google forms thing. My conditions are fairly reasonable and within my means, I think. Don't post my art or give it to AI, you don't get the image until I've gotten paid.

I think that's it? I hope that's it, I've been out of the game for a whiiiile.

...this is a top tier Genesis I've drawn for this commission post tbh

[neristudy]

Materials that helped me pass the DTZ B1 exam and not lose my marbles

YouTube

Benjamin - Der Deutschlehrer

My favorite channel for specifically preparing for the exam. Very good at explaining letters, conversations, that sort of thing. Also very helpful with advice on what to add or take away in the delivery to make it sound more b1 rather than a2.

LordPappnase

I love his gameplay videos and his way of speaking. But frankly, he's more as an example here - go to youtube and type in your hobby/special interest/favorite game/favorite media + deutsch into the search box and you'll get a lot of auditory training, which you won't be bored watching! I have to admit, I get terribly bored watching all these videos that are specifically designed for language learners - they look in places like they think I'm an idiot >.<

Android Apps

Babbel

The best program for learning German in my eyes. Grammar, drills, interesting topics - it's all there. But, a small nuance - it is the best for those who know Ukrainian, because then you will have a full course without ads and restrictions. I do not know why. But it's worth taking advantage of if you have the opportunity!

Flashcards // Anki // Drops

You will always benefit from a program which is simply a deck of useful words to memorize.. I used Flashcards like 90% of the time, but the other two will also do the job if you like them better.

Tutor Lily

I can't put into words the usefulness of this app. It's a chatbot with whom you can talk a little every day - and thus literally force your brain to lay down the neural pathways of how you should communicate in a particular language. I credit my 97/100 on speaking to this program alone. It is 100% worth it.

Polygloss

Shows you images that you have to describe in your target language. It doesn't sound particularly helpful, but one part of the DTZ exam is literally describing the picture! So it's actually insanely useful - including the fact that it forces you to look up words to describe different objects, events, and the like (or think of what you can call it if you forget a specific word).

Clozemaster

Read more about how I use it here and here!~

Additional notes:

I'm sorry, but there is no way to “learn a language in two weeks”. They're lying to you. You have to sit and study, half an hour a day, ten minutes - even five minutes. Every day. Or every other day. Learning a language takes time, and even if someone was able to memorize a few lines for an exam to pass, factually speaking, it's a Pyrrhic victory - they still have to learn it all over again if they want to really know the language and not just pass the exam (which may work on b1, but good luck with b2 then, me dude).

You will be bored. You will feel like nothing is happening. That's part of the process - and there's no avoiding it. And that's okay.

Find something that lets you dip your feet into the language, but doesn't feel like bloody agony - for me, it was listening to the German podcast Easy German on the way to and from my courses. By the time of the exam, I had listened to about 70 hours of this podcast, which is 70 hours of uninterrupted German. By the end, I was even understanding it very well!

If you like playing video games, put on German voiceovers. Even if you leave the text in your native language, it's still an unconscious imersion - and every minute is worth it.

While you're at it - put German dubbing in your movies and TV series too. It may be strange at first, but it also helps a lot!

And in the name of all that is holy, don't use chat gpt. No, chat gpt's “wonderful courses and explanations” won't help you. No, if you throw your letters into it, it won't analyze them and give you a worthwhile assessment - it'll hallucinate and give you some faulty answers.

Please. We really don't need another person starting their German letter with “Guten Tag,”, as did at least 3 of my coursemates <.<

And good luck!~

[emeryhall]

Thank you to @mooncello for the tag! And thank you to everyone who's been tagging me in Six Sentence Sundays, WIP Wednesdays, and tag games recently. Sorry, I've been a bit AWOL from Tumblr (and Discord).

But...I wrote a Captive Prince fic (I know, I know, yet another fandom) that I want to share with y'all.

Six to Seven Hours: or; The Adventures of Arkas, a Once Famous Gladiator from Isthima

Here are more than six to seven sentences (see what I did there?) from that story:

Damen woke on the inn’s narrow bed to cool, slender limbs wrapping around him, and a hard, bare chest pressed to his back.  “Laurent,” he mumbled into a pillow, still warm and drowsy from sleep. “Is it…?” The room was dark. It wasn’t morning. He felt backwards until his fingers met curves. “Where have you been?”  “Hearing stories.” Laurent’s words were breath against Damen’s neck.  “What sort of stories?” Damen rolled from his side to his back, shaking away the cobwebs of sleep.  “One was about you.”  “Was it?”  “Yes.”  “Was it a good one?”  In answer, Laurent climbed on top of Damen and straddled his thighs. The bedding pooled at his waist. Damen could see Laurent was perfectly naked and already amorous—the inches of gold cuff on his left wrist his only concealed skin.  “Oh, that sort of story.” 

Btw, if you read C.S. Pacat, I also wrote a Dark Rise gift fic for the lovely @monbons a couple of weeks ago ❤️

Tags below the cut. I tried to throw in some of the non-Carry On crew too - hope you don't mind ��

@artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @thewholelemon @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @bookish-bogwitch

@whatevertheweather @run-for-chamo-miles @iamamythologicalcreature @rimeswithpurple @roomwithanopenfire

@orange-peony @raenestee @larkral @shrekgogurt @messofthejess

@best--dress @rbkzz @fiend-for-culture @bitbybitwrites @porcelainmortal

@miharaikko @caterpills @r33sespieces @secretandarling @brilla-brilla-estrellita

@ileadacharmedlife @hushed-chorus @aristocratic-otter @j-trow-95 @noblecorgi

And anyone else who wants to join!

Side note: I was inspired to participate today after being reminded of how lovely the fandom community is when a crew of you talked me through my "to lock or not lock my AO3 account" crisis because of the most recent scraping. May AI consume itself like the non-human centipede that it is. (Credit to Em for that joke.)

[become-mop]

AHH, A TAG! (thank you, @milksugarjams! :) ) I know this might sound weird, but I don't (often) get the chance to talk about something I find interesting for an hour. Most of the people in my life either have adhd/autism and (they personally) couldn't focus on my interests for that long, or they simply don't have the time/desire to do so... I can't blame them necessarily, but it's not something I'm used to doing irl, sadly. :c Despite this, it shouldn't be too much of a surprise, but I think I could talk about my special interests of Final Fantasy series and the Legend of Zelda series for an hour. The history and development of the games themselves; the stories, the legends, lore; awesome music, easter eggs, character and monster designs/arcs, gameplay (of course), and all the other fun little quirks involved. Yo! Art is awesome! I've had a love for art (in general) since I was young, and am happy to learn more when I can! It's just beautiful, and so evocative! The imagination needed, and the imagination it creates is wonderful. I've practiced art in a couple forms over the years, and I can say with confidence that it is easy to make, but so very hard to master... There are SO MANY intricacies, properties, techniques, and pieces of knowledge which are needed to be able to create (accurate) art. In all forms, but particularly within digital art. Masking? Vectors? Rasterization? Luminosity vs Saturation? As well as the other 300 buttons, brushes, and tools in the program... And not to forget the amount of practice, training the eye, knowledge of shapes, color theory, anatomy, etc.. needed, too! Years!!! I have a massive amount of respect for all artists, knowing what goes into it; especially for those working to improve their craft. Fantastic characters within fantastic narratives also wedge themselves into my mind. I like gaining further analysis of smaller details, seeing/hearing people's reactions, crafting potential theories, and just being absorbed in the story/character details. It's so fun.

Open tags for whomever wishes to share with the class. :)

Silly Game Time: Bringing back a crowd favorite! If you had to talk about something for an hour--anything at all, no matter how bizarre or niche--what subject would you choose?

Something? As in singular? More than one? Oh boy...

Okay, I can work with this. One for each hour, ha!

First off is books. I read all sorts of genres as long as it's not too dark so I can yap about anything and everything about a book I've ever or reading.

Second is superheroes. From classic heroism to gritty realism, you all know I love my fair share of caped (or non caped) crusaders.

Thirdly is my show. I would start from the history of it. Where I first wrote it down, how it was before and then going down to the current ones from the characters to the settings to every piece of lore imaginable, even the ones that aren't yet canon but felt right to add.

Last is writing. This is basically self-explaintory. Even if I tried, i would have to bring out my 15 unfinished drafts, a yapanese translator and 50 books Ive hadon my TBR since the start of last year 💀💀💀

Thanks for asking! Should we make this a tag game?

@elronthemage @vixxy-izzy @stargazingdustbunny

[changingplumbob]

As storytellers, there are so many pieces of our craft and I'm curious how you would rank each step of the process. Rank each of the following on a scale of 1 to 5 (1 lowest, 5 highest): Setting up the scene (building sets, decorating, etc), Posing the sims (creating / find poses, and setting up the sims), Styling the sims (cc hunting, time spent in cas), Writing the dialogue/story, Editing the photos.

I was sent the tag by @mariapaulaaah, @simscici and @deardiaryts4! Thank you friends 🫂

First of all my brain panicked for the simple reason that it doesn't explicitly say what we're ranking them by? Like what the scale is. Yes it's 1-5 but is it putting them in order or ranking each step as 1-5 on its own merit? Is it by enjoyment or difficulty or time allocated?

I decided to do by how much time I spend on each.

Editing the photos: 1

This would be zero if possible because it is RARE that I will actually edit my photos. I will move what is in the screenshot folder to SBL or DD and crop (or in the case of Dating Deanna I have decided to add borders to try and make the posts flow more like if you were watching them). I have chronic fatigue and figuring out some kind or gshade or reshade seems like a waste of energy when I already enjoy what my screenshots look like.

If I "edit" my photos it is turning them black and white, or mucking with the hue, light, saturation etc if it is that awful in game time where sims are outside and it is too dark because the sun has set but the outside lights are not illuminating properly yet.

Styling the Sims: 2

So what I do is I give my sims makeovers at key life stages then I just leave those outfit options for them to change in to. For example Byron has 3 everyday, 2 athletic, 2 sleepwear, 1 formal, 2 party, 1 swimwear, and 3 each for hot and cold weather. I don't put much thought in to telling him what to wear on a certain day, what he gets in after his shower is what he stays in.

Exceptions to this are specific events that require a different outfit. For example the pictures at the cooking school. I went through everyone I wanted in the scene and simply selected from the apron options already in my game. Normal age up makeovers take around an hour for me.

Setting up the Scene: 3

I think you probably don't have to have been following me for long to know that I am very much still learning how to build. I like the look of clutter but not at the expense of functionality. My sims need to be able to exist in the environment living their normal life without a bunch of routing fail messages. I will build if I need a new house or a specific set but even then it's sporadic. I try to have characters interact in existing environments as much as possible to avoid new places.

That said sometimes I need novel sets (like a coffee shop) so I look on the gallery first and make small edits. Sometimes all I need is a room so I will furnish the inside of a box. The cooking school set for example is one big box put on top of RCCC in a photography save so you still get city outside the windows. Each short side of the room is basically the same, just minor clutter changes. Each set of benches has the same decor sitting on top. Doing this build along with Byron's therapists office took 2 hours.

Posing the sims: 4

This takes me longer than building because omg trying to search through my poses is hard. Thank goodness for searchable pose player, how did we live without it? If I want to get say a family picture it can take me anywhere from 15 minutes to an hour to find what I'm wanting and get everyone in place with the light right.

Also I've had to get in to using poses with accessories more with Byron's gen as they play instruments that we don't have in game. I was talking with Zen earlier about how it takes me forever! I can never remember which microphone accessory a pose uses but I have four so I needed to set Kerry up with four different outfits, each using a different microphone, that I could click through once she's posed. Also Rachel's lashes conflict with her bass guitar to I need to change those but you know my faceblind self doesn't always catch it in CAS.

Writing the dialogue/story: 5

Hands down I will spend the most time writing! I love writing. But see all that other stuff I talked about earlier, that might take me several hours in game to set up and follow through but I will spend probably double that amount of time writing.

This is pretty much my view when I'm writing. I'll have a folder open with the pictures I have cropped/saved as well as my writing document. The numbers help me keep track of what post it is I'm working on and how I want the pictures to appear. Then the big boxes are where I just write away. Each post goes through several edits as I upload and check on it in the queue before it posts.

I would tag/pass it on but the anxiety over not knowing what we're actually ranking them as/by makes me reluctant... ummm, I'm not sure who has done it so ignore if you have/don't want to but @matchalovertrait, @eljeebee, @simmerbeans, @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants

[tategaminu]

I need to get this off my chest about the TDP fandom. I have seen a lot lately of vagueblogging complaining about (wait for it) vagueblogging. Listen here‚ everyone has their own of way of vent with things. "Screaming into the void" doesn't work for me‚ venting on my blog does because I like feeling like someone is hearing me. If I want to vagueblog shitting on people not tagging things correctly I will. If I want to say TDP Reddit has incel energy or that animation reviwers' opinions suck ass I will. May I sound condescending? Yeah sure. Do I think my opinions are sometimes a lot better than the average redditor? Of course‚ why wouldn't I? Do you like it? No? Then don't follow me‚ simple as that. This is my blog. Mine. This is how I cope with things that bother me.

At the end of the day‚ trying to shut down people who express their opinions like this is is another form of censorship. Just as you don't want to shut negative opinions from mediocre youtubers (even if you don't agree) you shouldn't censor negative opinions against negative opinions as long and there's no harrassment involved. I'm pretty sure the average redditor won't care we bash their opinions here‚ I'm sure a youtuber with 500k subs gives a gigantic shit about a random Tumblr user saying they are poopoo. Let people have their opinions‚ even if they are toward other people. You can always block and you are definitely not free of being disliked.

Also‚ if some people from the fandom got beef with each other and they start leaking private conversations I beg you‚ for the love of god‚ not asume stuff or take sides until you know the full thing. Not only sharing private chats publicy is super shady and a violation of privacy (I believe that if the other person isn't threatening or harassing you‚ you shouldn't leak private conversations even if censored. It's another thing to vent in private with a friend for example) you don't know how much of the conversation is cut‚ you don't know how petty the people involved may be‚ their state of mind or their actual relationship or dynamic. As someone who has suffered from difamation irl it just sucks when people take the other person's side without hearing yours. It's normal to support a friend and you are bound to believe them yes but to blindly believe everything and shun that person when you only know one part? They may be Aaravos people who don't say the whole truth. I learnt a while ago‚ that no matter what people tell me‚ I won't go against the other person because it's not my fight. A lot of people stopped talking to me and my parents because stuff my sister in law kept saying to everyone. Some stuff wasn't true and some were things that happened but were cut in half for her own convenience. We are of course all humans and a lot of times taking sides isn't out of malice‚ you just want to support your friend even if that means banning the opposite side.

I'm also so tired of the whole "let's beat purity culture! But oh! If someone doesn't hold my ideals then they are a huge anti on disguise or SJW!!" Things don't work like this. Some people make me uncomfortable over the things they ship and I don't want them close. Do you think that makes me an anti even tho I don't harrass anyone and I actually let them do whatever they want? Or I'm just an human with her own icks? Can I say in my own damn blog "I fcking hate [ship I find weird] and I would rather not interact with their shippers" with proper tags? These are my damn opinions!

You don't actually need to respect everyone's opinions‚ you don't need to accept everyone's opinions but you can surely avoid people that annoy you and continue with your day. The blockity block exists. Let people manage their own experience online‚ we are here to have fun after all :]

This is all sounds very messy but I don't care. My vent is done. I hope it sells the message. I love yall guys‚ I love the fandom and I will be here for many years but understand everyone needs to vent once in a while :3.

[angelic-oaths-pond]

divider by @/saradika-graphics

are you lonely? missing source? missing a friend? welcome to angelic oath's pond! here you can request a friend, and my fragments will latch onto the identity, and bam! new friend for you.

how do you do it, you're asking? well, of course there has to be some sort of requesting info.

brainmades > fictives > octives > songtives > whatever else idk (in order of easiest for us to form and latch onto)

source list (these ones will be easier for my frags to latch onto as we have pre-existing knowledge of them): creepypasta, harry potter, percy jackson, the hunger games, dream smp, yellowjackets, arcane, yandere simulator, outer banks, grishaverse, etc. (look, i know i was a weird kid, okay?)

questionaire time!

well, is there a template or something? not really, but here's some info you should include! name, source, personality, and whatever else you want! i'll make them a side blog for you :3,, please lmk if you want any specific details about them!!!!

what don't you do? glad you asked! i won't do hazbin/helluva, i won't do IRL figures, i won't do romantic or sexual relationships, transIDs, paraphilias. i may also deny requests that aren't on here if i'm uncomfortable with them.

that's cool.. but does blacklisting transIDs/paraphilias mean you don't like them? not true at all! i don't mind harmless transIDs, and i am an advocate for paraphilias, but i am just uncomfortable with those on my collective. they can interact, of course, but you will be denied if you want something like transharmed/transharmful ^^

how often will they be online? well, our timezone is UTC +11, if that matters! usually we'll be online throughout the day unless something has come up. daily conversations are something we can do if needed!

what if i don't like how they turned out? please don't tell them that :[ you can't get a "refund", they formed how they formed, and they can't change that! if you dislike how they turned out,, just leave an ask in my inbox telling me you won't be able to talk to them any longer :( ditching them without notice makes them really upset, especially since they formed essentially for you.

did you get inspiration from anyone? yes! all creds to @liminalbah @craft-a-fragment @build-a-brain-buddy for inspiring me

how many requests can i send in at a time? one please!!!

what's the estimated waiting time? a few days usually works, and it gives them time to latch on and delve into their identity a bit more

okay, that's nice to know. is there any other info i should know? not really! my only request is that you go as in-detail as possible when requesting so they can form the best way possible ^^ if not, usually they might end up different than you planned!

oh wait, one last question. do you only do fictives? nope!! you can request a brainmade (we're best at these), songtive, fictive, octive, etc. just go in-detail :3

how do i contact you if i have more questions? well, you can send an ask into this blog, or do it on my main, @angelic-oath.

do you have any other socials? well, there's discord, but i only really feel comfortable doing this sort of stuff on tumblr, unless we're close friends!

requests are... OPEN!

disclaimers:

it may take time to form them. they might not front often or right away. they may not turn out exactly as wanted. they have feelings too; they are not your play dolls.

tags:

#a tadpole hatches! ; your request has been accepted #a frog hops out of the pond! ; your request has been fulfilled #a frog swims down to the bottom of the pond! ; your request has been denied #a frog eats a fly! ; general talking/questions

anons:

n/a

[gwynrieldreams]

hello there! i have no idea where to air out these thoughts i've been having for a while now regarding the ACOTAR fandom, but your blog has always felt like a safe place to me so im sending it here haha. and this is NOT trying to cause drama, just genuinely wanted to get this off my chest and see what an outside source thinks.

so im an Elucien mainly, but i've come to love Gwynriel as well, and when i first got into the fandom and came to tumblr for more content i kind of struggled to find accounts that were fully dedicated to Elucien content and so i ended up following a lot of Gwynriels since they were (from what i found) easier to find and a lot of them posted about Elucien as well. I then blocked anti tags, or any nasty accounts i came across, and all was fine and dandy for me on Tumblr up until like maybe a month or two ago. Maybe its because the book announcement anticipation feels real this time and people are getting especially on edge, but the fighting between Eluciens and Gwynriels is getting almost too much for me. I hate seeing it as much as i hate seeing anti posts from E/riel accounts. It's fine to disagree on things and have preferences, that is inevitable and healthy, but i've seen animosity between Eluciens and Gwynriels these days that ive never really seen before (at least in the almost year i've been in the fandom).

I always thought, one of the many beauties of shipping these ships is that you kind of get the best of both worlds. All four characters involved can get their happy endings if things go this route and I love that. I love all four characters, maybe some more than others, but I'm excited for all their stories and get giddy thinking about it. It makes me sad that I see all this fighting, uplifting certain characters by putting down other characters, and i've even seen a couple of Gwynriel accounts i've followed and loved for months and months now stop posting Elucien stuff and I can only assume that is because they now hold negative feelings towards that ship from all this bickering. And I don't really blame them for that either.

Maybe i'm naive for thinking it's typically sunshine and rainbows between Elucien and Gwynriel, but in my experience it was MUCH better like a few months ago/last year. Now I'm contemplating unfollowing or even blocking certain Elucien and Gwynriel accounts that I previously loved and have been following for a while, just cause i dont want to see the hostility between the two, it brings me down!!! I understand we don't need to live in perfect harmony, thats unreasonable, but i've been seeing some posts lately that straight up make it seem like we are rivals. Anyway this was long im sorry, no worries if you dont respond, just thank you for reading and i love your blog!

Thank you so much for your kind words!

I know exactly what you're talking about and even though I'm a gwynriel primarily and love Azriel and Gwyn more than any other character, I still don't like seeing gwynriels fight with eluciens. That's exactly why I don't actively take part in it.

Personally, I don't mind seeing critics of my favourite characters or ships (I don't even block e/riels or the e/riel tag). I can see a negative post and go about my day. I don't mind when people critic Azriel, because I understand he's a very dark character and he's not everyone's cup of tea. In his bonus, all I see is a beautiful metaphor for his heart, but others hate it.

What people need to understand is that Azriel and Lucien are two sides of the same coin similar to Rhysand and Tamlin. Both bastard sons of a (High) Lord, both have been tortured by their own family and bear scars for life, both felt like outsiders, both are spies in their own way, both are insecure and have bottled up trauma, both were in love with women, whom they thought to be their mate (Jesminda/Mor), both have feelings for Elain. I also believe we'll see more parallels between LoA and Azriel's mother. People should focus on finding common ground and respecting tags instead of fighting. Dana has made a beautiful character analysis about them, you can read it here.

In my mind one ship happening means the other will happen, too. Before acosf, I was torn between elucien and e/riel. I believed Lucien was the one for Elain but I also wanted Azriel to get his book. After, acosf with Gwyn coming into play and the bonus, elucien solidified in my mind.

If it makes you feel uncomfortable, you can block the Lucien critical or Azriel critical tag and if that doesn't do it then block the accounts you want.

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Yeah, our poor boy William. I guess I was most surprised that Spotnitz was deep in the CC koolaid during the latter end of the show-- then again, it's so easy to slip into that mindset if that's been your (i.e. his) life for nine years. It was interesting that he's now openly willing to talk about the show's writing faults, as if he's learned to dissect it anew with distance. (Guess who refuses to see any fault in the material, to this day?) It makes sense that he takes pride in his work, though-- the series was ambitious and a pioneer in many ways. (And, of course, I love the show.) But comparing his hindsight 20/20 realization to CC's continued blame game... yeah.

Also: I'd heard rumors here and there about DD wanting to get rid of William, so it was refreshing to track down the one-and-only source (Spotnitz.) It makes ironic sense, I think, that everyone else remembers DD's vehemence against the idea except one of the main writers; but I'm loathe to say Frank lied, either. Like I concluded, he probably just misremembered or assigned intent where it didn't belong-- perhaps a consequence of doing round-table talks last minute.

You know who I really felt bad for? John Shiban. From his interviews, he seemed really personally connected to the William storyline, and only gave it up when it became clear that the little guy would always be a "target" in canon. Then again, that's how DD, GA, and Spotnitz were convinced... but it was almost... painful, in his case. The way he talks about that decision after the fact. It made me want to give him and baby Shiban an affectionate head pat and assure him he (and the others) had the right instincts. Ah, well.

To me, Mulder and Scully are still loving on their adorable baby boy; to others, William doesn't exist; and to still others, he's driving home with someone cute for his baby sister. Canon, am I right? :D

I'm not surprised he was deep in the CC koolaid. He's definitely changed tune now. I think he mentioned that working on another show (I don't remember which one) showed him that maybe they didn't focus enough on the emotional impact storylines had on Mulder and Scully. I really wish he'd been available for the revival. Though who knows if CC had listened to him.

Still, some of the things I'm reading here. This here "Having a child, notes Spotnitz, “is something that people do after a number of years." made me so angry. This is exactly how they treated the pregnancy and William. Like someone is just getting a haircut. Don't like it? Just get another one. I understand Shiban's frustrations. Makes sense to me, too, since it was his son Mulder and Scully held at the end of Existence.

CC hasn't really worked since XF, has he? I even understand his refusal to let go of his ideas, but it's been years. In some cases, decades. It's okay. We all make mistakes. Just own up to it. This is why I'd love CC on DD's podcast. Though he might not open up there either.

I'm glad everyone can just decide canon ends at one point. Whether that's the end of season 5, FTF, or season 7, or season 8, or 9 or IWTB. Or the revival.

[yaz-the-spaz]

not to add my two cents on what is already a shitstorm beenado of discourse but i just wanna say that i find it real interesting that the tags on that buddie queerbait poll are full of ppl, mostly bt's (judging by the amount of pfp's with t's face in them), claiming how it's not the showrunners / producers / etc's fault that buddies felt baited, and that it's no one's fault but our own for somehow baiting ourselves and on the journos who wrote clickbait headlines to draw us in as if that's all it was that led to us feeling baited. which is insane to me cause it just categorically ignores the fact that that they chose to market the show by allowing certain interview questions to be asked, by allowing certain interviews to not only be framed around the question of buddie going canon but to specifically put the two actors of the ship in interviews together answering questions about the ship potentially going canon.

at the end of the day the journos and interviewers and whoever the hell else can choose all the questions they want but if the ppl behind the show - the showrunners and the producers and the pr team and whoever else may be involved in those marketing decisions - don't want buddie to be the focus they can simply. not allow those questions. because that's how marketing works. it is literally their job to analyze how ppl in the audience are gonna respond to promo and when you frame 99% of your promo around buddie, including putting the actors together to talk about it, knowing there's not gonna be any follow-through on the show, you have to be aware on some level that you're not only (cruelly) teasing the (already mostly disenfranchised) part of the audience that has been actively rooting for buddie for almost a decade, but also keeping it top of mind for non-buddie shippers who are seeing it alongside their consumption of the show, making everyone think it's leading somewhere it's not.

this is not just about being upset that the ship i wanted didn't happen. this is so much bigger than that. because if it's not happening and there were no plans to make it happen then fine, but why the FUCK was the entire promo run centered around buddie? even bt's have to admit that's fucking baity and a shitty thing to do. if you wanna pretend like y'all weren't also whining when they put your fave (t) front and center in promo scenes only for him to be on screen for all of 30 seconds of the ep then have at it, but ya'll know if it was your ship they'd done something like this for you'd be big mad too (and you know it's true because it's already happened small-scale).

and furthermore i also saw ppl making the claim that the show itself never actually baited buddie this season and that they unequivocally shut down buddie by having buck deny any feelings and eddie say he was straight and us still reading into things was just us baiting ourselves. but in fact for a lot of ppl who were previously oblivious to buddie it actually had the complete opposite effect. because, much like the promo mess, it was not top of mind until they made it top of mind and then you suddenly had a bunch of ppl in the gen audience going wait is there something there? are they putting seeds in place to get them together?

i am not alone in observing this firsthand. my own mother, who never for a second even considered buddie in any way shape or form as at all romantic, had this reaction completely independently during the beginning of 8b. i have never once mentioned buddie to her or around her, nor is she in any online fandom spaces (she didn't even know they existed until very recently and is not internet savvy enough to find them without outside help) so it was not at all my or anyone else's influence that led her to this conclusion. she got there all on her own just from watching what was presented to her in the show. and i've seen other ppl in fandom reporting similar experiences from their (often older) non-buddie shipping friends and relatives too. so clearly the writers' / showerunners' attempts to shut buddie down (if that's even what it was) was either really, really bad or just plain unsuccessful or both as it obviously did not at all have the intended effect for anyone (but maybe salty anti buddie stans who were looking for any excuse to gloat either way) and actually seemed to large-scale have the exact opposite effect.

anyways i just had to get all that out cause it was driving me insane having it all swirl around in my head while i scrolled through tags & comments but i digress (and for anyone who even bothered to read this long ass rant and got his far, thanks for reading & much love).

long gay sigh