#and also will be blocked on sight uwu

[chaikachi]

She's doing her best, okay?

Loosely inspired by that one scene from Friends.

[ssaltlicker]

Jinx getting to be the cutesy mommy hero figure all through s2 (despite murdering kids, gassing people, getting countless zaunites enslaved/killed, etc.) and then getting to fuck off after that with no consequence while caitlyn is compared to the worst people in human history for doing a fraction of that and actively working to undo her actions after that.. im never not gonna foam at the mouth about it

[marzghost]

Listen listen listen, I know, I KNOW, mate means friend/buddy to the silly little brits and is basically a staple in the Mumbo "Killsalot" Jumbo vocabulary but the way he just kept repeating "You just killed my mate" to Tango over and over again after Tango killed Skizz just hit DIFFERENT. LIKE he was just eating his tasty little copper ingots when Skizz GOT MURDERED just out of his sight and the first thing he did was take out his sword and chase Tango yelling at him that what he did was illegal. His first thought was to hit Tango with a sword before switching it over to drip stone as if remembering he's green and therefore ,by life series rules, CAN'T hit back with it. Like, he didn't need to switch over to a sword, he already had something in his hands but he did. Despite being on green he pulled out his sword something that is guaranteed to do lots of damage if hit with.

The way he just stood off to the side looking at Tango and Jimmy ,watching them as he just took a few seconds to get his thoughts together before asking if Jimmy was friends with Tango and then when he got his answer just repeated "You just killed my mate" in a tone that by all accounts WAS joyful but to ME and my silly story line fannon shipper brain was also read as anger joy. Like that level of anger that surpasses anger and just loops over to joy. It did something to me. Like yeah ,they just killed his mate, his friend, but if one really wanted to ,and loves to ship their silly block men, one could read that as they just killed his life partner...his mate. Someone had just killed HIS MATE and gotten away with it because of some silly rule he subconsciously knows HE CAN'T BREAK.

As a multi-shipper and Dapper duo/MumSkizz/MumboMan/MumMan enjoyer im surprised there isn't more people going crazy over this moment because i JUST KNOW if this happened with any other of the more popular ships it would be making ROUNDS. There'd be at least ten one-shots based on this moment alone. They're mates your honor UwU nxjdkdodood

[voraciousvore]

Hiiii 🤭 so i love ur work uwu ~ can one of ur giants do some fear play for a rando like me 😶🤐🤐

Of course! Enjoy 😈 (1366 words, contains threat of vore/ mouthplay).

Also YOU 🫵 get to choose the ending! (there's a poll!)

You only just started working at Big Corp Inc., but you’re already beginning to regret your life choices. The giant office corridor is as wide as a city block, the cubicle walls stretching up on either side of you like buildings as you traverse the long journey to your desk. The ceiling might as well be the sky with how far away it is. It’s a major inconvenience, and makes you feel as insignificant as a tiny bug, but you need this job. You sigh and continue forward: You could use the exercise anyway.

Your heart jumps into your throat as the floor begins to quake beneath you in the familiar cadence of giant footsteps. You know, of course, that giants work here. They’ve been nice enough to you so far, and you’re aware that most harbor no malicious intent—yet the animal instinct inside you still tugs at your gut whenever you encounter one. A giantess rounds the corner, her stiletto heels clacking with deafening crashes on the tile. She’s in a hurry, and doesn’t bother to check her feet as she clomps over you, oblivious to your existence. You rush to the side, barely avoiding being stomped on. Your heart pounds against your ribs while the pounding of her heels rapidly fades into the distance. You straighten out your shirt and carry on.

A few minutes have passed, and you’re still in the same endless corridor. It takes you forever to get anywhere when everything is so big. You struggle to reign in your frustration. The floor shakes beneath your feet again, with footsteps approaching from behind this time. You try to remain calm. It’s normal. Nothing to be scared of. Just another employee, a regular person like you, just a thousand times bigger. No big deal. No worries.

As the heavy footfalls get closer to you, they slow. Your heart, by contrast, beats faster. Every step is elephantine, underscoring the sheer mass of the being behind you—above you—all around you. The mere presence weighs on you with unbearable pressure. You feel as if you will fall, sink into the floor. A shadow envelops you like an incoming storm. A shoe larger than a monster truck slams down on your left side, then another on your right. The giant stops. You stop as well, frozen in place.

The air is stifling. Your rational mind slips as fear courses over you. With a herculean effort, you fight the impossible weight holding you in place and crank your head back so you can see the giant looming over you. Your knees nearly buckle with weakness when you recognize the giant man, with his cold, dark, condescending glare so far above as to be almost out of sight beyond the curve of his jawline. Ronny. You’ve been warned by others to avoid him at all costs.

He curls his lip with disgust. “Ugh. They hired another human?”

His voice, deep and imposing, resonates through the air like thunder. You open your mouth to respond, with only the incomprehensible crack of your vocal cords audible. Abruptly, one of those immense shoes swings towards you and knocks you down flat on your back. The toe pins you to the ground in a savage gesture, pressing down on your chest painfully. You writhe like a worm, but the greatest strength you can muster is useless against the solid plain of the bottom of his shoe.

“No…” you manage to gasp. The giant glares down at you with a complete lack of empathy. His features contort with disgust, as if he were observing the squirms of a filthy sewer rat.

“Hmph,” he scoffs. He kneels down, making you wince with agony as your ribs creak under his foot. He removes his shoe from your body, only to pin you down with his massive index finger instead. He pinches you with his thumb and plucks you off the floor, lifting you up to his face. Your stomach lurches at the sudden change in height. You find yourself suspended a hundred feet up, staring into a huge pair of hateful eyes, the large irises like black holes. You feel like you could fall into the depths of hell in those eyes.

“Worthless vermin,” Ronny mutters. “What should I do with you?” He’s holding a cup of coffee in his other hand, and he idly takes a sip. He looks down at you, then back at his coffee, and an ugly grin crosses over his face.

“Please… just let me go,” you choke. The giant grins wider, dangling you over his coffee. You tremble, scrabbling your clammy hands over the ridges of his finger. “Stop! No!”

His fingers release you. You drop into the pool of hot brown liquid with a sharp yelp. Fortunately, the coffee isn’t hot enough to scald your skin, but it’s hardly pleasant to be soaked in it. You struggle to stay afloat as your clothes and shoes become fully saturated. You swim through the lake of coffee to the edge of the mug, reaching your hands as far as you can to grab the lip. Instead, an enormous fingertip shoves your hands back into the liquid. The giant sniggers to himself as you try again, only to be foiled when he tilts the cup backwards, swishing you to the other side.

“You can’t do this!” you wail pathetically. Even as the words leave your mouth, you realize how shrill and wimpy you sound. Ronny smirks cruelly as he plays with his cup, stirring the coffee into a whirlpool that spins you around and makes you dizzy. You flap your arms, crying out every time you bang into the inner walls of the mug. You screech with terror when the giant brings his cup up to his enormous mouth and takes a big swig. The coffee drains down his throat in deep, throbbing gulps. You slap into his lips, suctioned in by the current, before plopping back down into the coffee pond.

You begin to hyperventilate with panic as you swim side to side. The coffee level has drained too low for you to reach the top and pull yourself out. You’re trapped with no chance of escape. You yell for help, only to be dunked under the surface by the odious man keeping you captive. You resurface, gasping for breath, and scream again, but are punished with another dunk in the coffee, longer this time. Your lungs burn until you are finally allowed to take another breath.

Ronny tilts the cup back and sucks in another draught, opening his mouth wide this time to show you your ultimate fate. You’re sobbing now, frantically swimming away from the gaping gullet as gallons of coffee get chugged down the giant’s throat. As you’re drawn in by the current, you attempt to kick his teeth, only for your shoe to fly off your foot instead. You watch in horror as your shoe disappears down his throat and he effortlessly swallows it with his drink.

You realize all at once that you’re inside his mouth. His jaws begin to close around you, slowly. With a jolt of adrenaline, you frantically dive between the rows of teeth, out of the smelly wet darkness and into the light. You fall back into the cup, smacking your arm painfully against the bottom.

You pant for breath and huddle against the ceramic wall. You’re sitting in a puddle now that hardly comes up to your knees. Ronny is grinning down at you, peeling his lips back to display full rows of fierce, slick, white teeth. He’s toying with you. He let you go on purpose this time, but you understand with a sickening twist in your stomach that he won’t spare you again.

He sets his coffee mug on his desk and begins to type on his computer, humming to himself. You shiver, despite the heated beverage drenching you. There’s nothing you can do. Every once in a while Ronny will glance over at you with a sadistic smile, making your heart jump into your throat. He’s savoring your torment, waiting until the right moment to finish you off.

It's only a matter of time.

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Update: Part 2

[avid-adoxography]

Teehee <3c

If your fictional man, woman, non-binary person, whatever can't order off the Denny's senior menu

Then they aren't a senior citizen or old and you shouldn't call them that, it's disrespectful to actual old farts 😤

[ask-an-e-droid]

Welcome to Ask an E-Droid, a roleplay ask blog for everyone's favorite little weirdo android! The ask box is open for any sorts of questions, but don't get too raunchy, hehe~

#1 rule: 18+ only!

Any minors interacting will be blocked on sight. Seriously, don't ruin this for other people.

But anyway! On to the other important stuff!

Rules:

Please don't send any overtly sexual asks! Some suggestiveness is totally fine, but don't be whippin' it right out. I don't plan on writing any actual smut here, it's just not my jam.

This isn't a thread RP blog, so don't expect fully narrated responses or anything beyond a little *asterisk action* here and there.

Keep things upbeat! :D We're all here for some fun! Magic anons are welcome, and dumb silly stuff is encouraged!

DMs are closed, sorry!

Considering this is a BL game, all anons will be considered dudes unless otherwise stated. Blade is a Gay Robot

I have the right to delete any asks that make me uncomfortable! uwu

I do my best to respond to asks and threads ASAP, but I take breaks sometimes~ I also don't respond to every thread continuously, so feel free to send a new ask if I stop responding!

About the Mod:

I'm Lucky!

He/him, late 20s

pDX ASD and DID

I love dragons, rocks, and The Gay Agenda

I am cringe but I am free

I don't have a computer currently so I do everything on the app!

My main Nuca blog is @kuyadevotee~

Icon by @leuri-chani!

[quandaryqueen]

i am once again asking for more pre-riddler gotham edward shbdkadjbyw

mayhaps (pre-riddler) gotham edward with a future s/o who's an excellent sketch artist for the gcpd? like even with the vaguest of details they can get, they can draw an accurate likeness of a suspect most of the time? they would totally have a bunch of sketches of other people, of officers and ed too-

Pencil work

Gotham Edward Nygma X Reader

Pre-Riddler Edward is always a treat uwu I actually prefer him than the Riddler!

"This is Y/N L/N, they're gonna need some details about the man who assaulted you."

Edward watches as Detective Gordon gestures at you by his side in front of a poor woman— who had been minding her business in a typical day walking on her way to work, when she was pushed by a passerby at the side of the road, almost getting herself ran over. Just an average day in Gotham, something someone should shrug off after spewing a few profanities before resuming, but James Gordon happened to stumble upon the scene and brought the woman back to the precinct.

You stood ready with a sketch pad and pencil in your hands, nodding attentively as the woman began to detail the appearance of her assailant. The way your face tense from the concentration, softening when you turn back to ask for clarifications, before returning to a concentrated gaze. Edward wasn't aware he was blocking the path as he stood at awe at the sight of you at work.

You weren't called in all that much, at least, not at the rate he was also called in but it was always a sight to behold. That, or he is kept occupied with forensics. Mostly cooped up in your little space, sketching away. He only knew that because he always had the excuse to walk behind you, look over your shoulder, before pretending he wanted to tell a riddle to the nearest officer who happen to be beside you.

"Is this your man?" Detective Gordon shows the woman your sketchbook. It wasn't as detailed as your typical works, but it is just a quick sketch.

The woman nodded and was excused, leaving Gordon to work with the analysis to run the assailant's face through police database. And just like that, you were retreating back to your desk.

"A-ah, Mx. L/N!" Edward did not have the train of thought which consists of him going back and fourth between approaching you or not, as your name rolls from his tongue without much of a thought process.

He didn't expect you to glance back. Shit. You have never talked before and this is the first time you're interacting. He doesn't even know why he called you... Now what?

"G-great work! By the way! Hah... Um..." He scratches the back of his neck.

"Thank you! I try my best!" You smiled.

He returns your smile with his signature Muppet smile, before he retreats to his usual stomping grounds in a hurry, his face set ablaze... Somehow, he has the feeling of wanting to do that again.

~•~

Nothing could go wrong with an idle sketch while you wait for someone to call you on the scene for your expertise and it was the perfect way to pass time, other than being trapped in an endless scroll. The carbon tip hovering atop the paper, you lazily scan your surroundings for an inspiration. There was the beloved coffee machine, next to an office plant, near the forensics lab, where Edward Nygma exitted—

Edward Nygma... The funny fella from yesterday, ye? Definitely a cute guy... Black hair, always neatly combed to the sides, not a strand sticking out, brown eyes behind black framed square glasses, lips always stretched to a Muppet smile. You regret letting him go yesterday, internally punching yourself for not being that much of a conversationalist.

You never really talked to the guy all that much, only exchanging small talk, greeting when you bumped to each other before resuming to your day. When you do get to work with him, it would be brief that you don't really get to interact with him at all. There was a time Detective Bullock was bad mouthing Edward when you were on the scene, turning to you to nonchalantly express his annoyance for the bespectacled man when he made his way to the scene. You kept quiet, not wanting to cause a rift with your co-workers, but you had a way of letting the detective know you don't like the way he talks about Edward... So much for not wanting to cause a rift...

He looked particularly eager making his way forward, his eyes lit up and pace quickening. You watch him pass by your table and pretended as though you weren't just staring at him. By doing this, your eyes landed at the end of your pencil, the carbon tip filling out spaces to Edward's coat and—

How the fuck—

You were shocked at yourself as well, eyes wide at the sight of the absentminded sketch before you— a figure of Edward Nygma, though rough in terms of shape, you were a little concerns about how mu h details you were able to jot down from such a distance. Closing your sketchbook, you take your palms and press it against your heated face, fingers pulling down your cheeks before you slammed your head against your table. Stupid brain chemicals.

You just hoped Edward didn't see it... But on the contrary—

Edward was shocked when he spotted an unmistakable figure of himself on your paper, getting a good sight of it all when you closed your sketchbook and slam your head against your desk, all the while, repeatedly banging your head on the surface lightly. Well, that couldn't be good for the noggin and before you can cause great damage on your cortex, he taps your shoulder.

"That was a marvelous drawing!"

Your stomach dropped and eyes widened, a reaction Edward caused with his thoughtless statement that he had yet again, had zero thought process behind it. Oh no, you don't think of him as a creep now do you? Justified and understandable...

"I'm so sorry." You blurted out in the midst of the mess in your mind. Oh my fucking god this is so embarrassing, I wish I can crawl under a rock and die.

Edward blinks owlishly. "Uh... Why?"

"Um... For sketching you?" For being an absolute leering creep???

"Nonsense! I'm quite flattered!" And besides if anyone should be sorry, it's him, he's the leering creep. "All those details in such a short time! I don't know about you, but most of the time, you're the one who makes the process of capturing the baddies faster. Putting a face to the assailant! Then it would be more easier to get more information like the name, age, where, when, why, how— how long have you been sketching?"

Be still my beating heart... You held a hand to your chest, maintaining a tense smile as the feeling of wanting to be swallowed by the ground subsides as it was beginning to be replaced by flattery.

"Um... Thank you... I mean... Since I was young? It was a hobby at first, then I got into this... Um... Job and I guess I'm a professional now."

"May I see?" Edward could barely contain his excitement as he gestured at the sketch book on your desk.

For a moment, hesitance took over, but you eventually got over it and flipped through the pages, landing on the recent page, before handing it to Edward. His eyes were wide with wonder as he admired the pencil work, his eyes softening at how much details you incorporated in your drawing, a smile gracing his features.

"Wonderful..." It slips pass his lips, his finger softly stroking the material of the pad.

"You can look over the previous pages if you want."

"Really?" He glanced at you, eyes glimmering with excitement.

"Go ahead." Although you were a little shy, you allowed him to close your sketchbook and go to the very first page.

You saw the advantage of prolonging the conversation further and took the chance. For so long you've wanted to approach him, as he seemed fun, but you never really had the courage to speak with him in a casual manner. Who knows? Maybe a foundation of a bond can be forged through this.

[babyboywinchester]

It is the person from that Dean is devastated when Cas dies but okay when Sam dies person… with their awful takes. Here is what they said in this post….

“one final thought tonight and it is that if you come into my house (the tags on one of my posts) and tell me I am stupid for a fandom opinion I am going to block you on sight. not because I cannot stand being disagreed with but because you are simply being immensely uncouth. that shit goes into your friends' DMs and nowhere else. are you animals??? are you entirely without honor???? these are inside thoughts that have taken a disastrously wrong turning.” they tagged it as “#why do you think DMs were invented??? be shadier”

Ah, well, it’s their blog and they are allowed to do that, anon. Though I will say I find amusing that they blocked me, turned off reblogs and replies, and presumably blocked everyone else who “disagreed” with them over “an opinion” it wasn’t an opinion. They were stating it as a fact… which is a blatant spread of misinformation and when given the evidence to the contrary they decided to block people, make a post like that, and play the victim… which they are allowed to do, but it just makes them look childish. If they don’t like being proven wrong on the internet and people calling them out and trolling them… maybe they shouldn’t be on the internet. I didn’t call this person stupid, I can’t say what anyone else said in response, but it’s their blog so whatever. Hopefully that will teach them to not spot off easy to refute silliness like Dean loves Cas uwu. I asked for actual canon texts to prove their point and instead of doing that they blocked me. Lmao. Godspeed to them.

I also feel like the “be shadier” might be a dig at my friend @shadystranger BE SHADIER BBYGURL

[minnophee-draws]

Attack on VAALRAVN on ArtFight!

Finally have the motivation to actually participate in it this year and I hope to do more than one attack if artblock doesn't try to put me in a chokehold (like it does every month...)

also here's a link to my ArtFight profile if anyone wants to follow uwu NO MINORS OR AGELESS PROFILES, YOU'LL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT!!

[completely-normal-about-trolls]

A Very Special Date

Part 3 to Poppy's Secret Stash

This idea was given to me by @vacayisland so blame them-

I'm kidding give them some love they deserve it <3

This also turned out a little angstier than intended but it ends up happy uwu. Also the song is Steal My Girl by One Direction listen to it on Spotify

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Poppy sighed and reread the book in front of her, the words slowly etched into her brain. She had been staring at the book the entire night she was with Branch. They would hang out in his bunker at least once a week, doing sort of a silent date night. They'd sit together and read or write or do their own solo activities, just enjoying the presence of one another.

"Feeling alright, Popstar?" Branch asked, looking up from whatever he was reading.

"Yeah..." Poppy sighed as she stood up. "Yeah, I just... I think this is what writer's block feels like."

"Do you need some help?" He asked as he set his book aside.

"No, I think I'm just going to trash it. It's not good anyway." Poppy stood up from the desk and headed to the elevator.

"Don't be so down on yourself," Branch said, getting up to follow her. "I'm sure it's great!"

"You think any garbage I write is great," Poppy said in a melancholy tone.

"Garbage?" Branch said softly. Why was Poppy acting like this all of a sudden?

"I'll see you tomorrow," she said simply, hopping on the elevator and going up.

"Poppy, wait-" Branch tried to stop her, but the platform elevated and she was quickly out of sight. He sighed and kicked at the ground.

"Garbage?" He said again, going to the desk and picking up the notebook she had. "Why does she think it's garbage?"

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Poppy sighed and leaned against the tree, watching the doormat and waiting for Branch to come out. She had been really lacking her energy these past couple of weeks. It was like she didn't care what happened. And she really didn't. Some trolls in Pop Village had set up some festival and Poppy didn't even ask what it was about.

She pushed herself off the tree as Branch came out of the bunker, an uncharacteristically big smile on his face. "Hey! I didn't think you'd show up! Feeling revved and ready to go?" Branch said enthusiastically.

"Uh, sure. Yeah..." Poppy said, giving him the side-eye as they started walking. Did Branch ever talk like that? When has he ever used the phrase "revved and ready"?

They walked in a tense silence. Poppy kept glancing over at him, seeing the pep in his step and a smile on his face. It was like they had switched places. It was a little weird.

"Sky's nice..." Poppy said, trying to break the silence.

"Yes, a perfectly clear and beautiful day," Branch said with a smile. "But-" He paused, and picked a flower off a nearby bush. "Not as beautiful as you, m'lady." He handed her the flower, his hand lingering on hers for a few second too long.

A smile jerked on Poppy's lips, disappearing as quick as it came. "M'lady? Really?" She asked, looking over at Branch.

"You don't like m'lady?" He asked with a cheeky grin. "What about madam? Or miss? How about Your Majesty? Or darling? Or-"

"Poppy is fine," she said as she cut him off. He was acting really weird. "Branch, are you feeling ok?"

"Perfectly fine!" He said as they arrived at the festival.

Poppy looked around at all the stallstgey had set up. There was some for food and drinks, a few games, and a large stage that was getting set up for the main show. Who was supposed to play? Poppy couldn't remember.

"Poppy!" Poppy flinched and was practically knocked off her feet as she was attacked from behind with a hug from her sister. "Oh my gosh, it's great to see you again! You've been locked away in your pod for forever!"

"Hey, Viva...." She mumbled, pulling out of the hug.

"You ok, girl?" Viva asked, looking a little concerned. "Did you not sleep well? I know I couldn't either. I can't believe they're preforming today! AHH! I'm so excited! You had such a great idea!"

"Great idea?" Poppy turned to her sister, looking confused.

"Yeah! And I loved reading your book! I'm gonna get you a coffee so you can wake up." And with that, Viva ran off into the crowd to find something for her little sister.

"That....was weird...." Poppy said. "Which book did she even read? I thought she read- And I'm talking to myself now. Great." Branch had left her side, probably when Viva damn near tackled her.

Poppy once again leaned against a tree, watching trolls pass by and enjoy themselves. She listened to their laughter, screams of joy, and slowly felt herself drift away. Is this what dissociation was? Branch talked about it sometimes, but Poppy never knew really understood it.

"-ppy? Poppy? Poppy, you there?" Branch and Viva had come back and were trying to pull her back to reality.

"Hmm? Yeah?" Poppy pushed herself off and stared at them, seeming nonchalant.

"You seem like you didn't sleep at all. You ok, girl?" Viva asked, giving her the sugar filled coffee and some donut holes.

"Yeah. Just...thinking, I guess."

"Well, let's stop thinking and start having some fun!" Branch said, still uncharacteristically chipper. "C'mon!"

Poppy sighed and followed, chugging her drink as she followed Branch and Viva around. She watched them play games and win prizes (most were for her to cheer her up. It did not work.) Despite Viva trying to distract her, she noticed Branch running off every few minutes. And now, she was sitting with Viva, picking at a lunch she wasn't hungry for while Viva filled the silence with some random chit-chat.

"Poppy, you've been acting weird all day," Viva said, finally sick of her silence. "Scratch that, you've been acting weird for the past two weeks. What's wrong? You can tell me! I'm your sister, Poppy! You can tell me anything in the world!"

"It..." Poppy sighed heavily. "You know the Rock Apocalypse I told you about?"

"Yeah. That the Queen of Rock did," Viva said. "Are you trying to change the subject?"

"No. The Queen of Rock - her name is Barb - she goes to the other music tribes about once a month for a welfare check. She makes sure they're ok, she pokes around and asks if she needs to help any, and she'll bring supplies like food or building materials if they need them," Poppy explained. "She came a couple weeks ago, and since we're friends she decided to hang around for a couple of hours so we could hang out and catch up. Well, I told her about my books and..." She trailed off, seeming nervous to finish.

"Well?" Viva smiled brightly. "Did she like them?"

"No. More of the opposite..." Poppy said, curling up her seat and looking away from Viva. "She thought it was weird. She started yelling at me..." Tears filled her eyes as she remembered what Barb said. "She called me a freak, and that was the most positive thing she said about it. She just ranted on and on about how weird and gross it was. She called me a fucking psycho!" Tears fell down her face as she cried harder and harder with each second. "And ever since then I just feel worse and worse! I never felt this bad before! I... I hate it so much! I just want this feeling to go away!"

Viva just stared in shock. "Poppy... Poppy, it's ok. Just breath." She spoke softly to Poppy, trying to make her calm down enough just so Poppy could listen and understand her. "Do you know what really helps me when I feel like this? I go somewhere quiet where I feel safe, and I just let out all my emotions. I cry and kick and scream until I feel ok and calm again. Do you want to do that?"

Poppy whimpered and nodded, trying to hold back her sobs.

"Alright. Let's find somewhere quiet then." Viva stood up and led Poppy away, finding her a quiet space in the forest. "I'll come back to check on you. Do you want me to come back in fifteen minutes or twenty minutes?"

"Twe- Twenty..." Poppy said, wiping her eyes.

"Alright. I'll come back in twenty minutes then. I love you, Poppy."

"Love you too, Viva..." Poppy sat down at the base of a tree and curled up, watching as Viva reluctantly left. The silence felt eternal as Poppy slowly began to cry again, filling the empty air with her sobs as that afternoon played over and over in her head.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Do you have a brain tumor or something?!"

"You're fucking sick! This is really fucking weird, Poppy!"

"You're a freak!"

"I swear to God, you are a fucking pyscho."

"Freak..."

"Pyscho..."

"Freak..."

"Pyscho..."

Those words repeated in Poppy's head like a broken record, turning her cries into screams and sobs into hysterics. Barb was right. She was a freak...

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"Branch! BRANCH!" Viva yelled, running up to the bros.

"Viva? What's wrong?" Branch went over to her, helping her stop and watching as she tried to catch her breath. "Is everything alright?"

"No. It's the opposite of alright," she panted. "It's al-wrong! I found out why Poppy's been acting so weird!"

All the bros snapped to attention, all demanding for Viva to spill as they abandoned their previous task and crowded her.

"Hey, hey! Give me space and I'll tell you!" Viva backed away from them and sighed. "Poppy told Barb about her books."

"Oh no..." Branch and Floyd said. None of the other bros were familiar with Barb, so they just seemed confused, but Branch and Floyd both knew how harsh she could be.

"Yeah. From what Poppy said, the nicest thing Barb said about it was that she was a freak!"

"Oh hell no!" JD said. "No one calls my sister-in-law a freak! Where's this Barb chick?! I wanna give her a piece of my mind!"

"We can't kill Barb," Bruce said. "We have to take care of Poppy first."

"Where is she now?" Floyd asked.

"She's alone right now. She started crying so I'm giving her a few minutes to calm down and let out her emotions," Viva explained. "We seriously need to hurry this plan up. If she keeps feeling like this.... I think she might lose her color."

"Oh shit... Viva, go get Poppy. Clay, Floyd, have you figured out the speech yet?" Branch asked.

"Kind of?" Clay said, flipping through Poppy's latest book. "Half of it is illegible-"

"Good enough. John, Bruce, do you still have the sheet music?"

"Right here. But we barely have it memorized!"

"John, Bruce, we did a choreographed music number that only I knew the lyrics to on the spot to save our brother. I think we can do song we barely memorized," Branch said flatly. "Alright, let's get the stage ready and get this show on the road!"

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Poppy hugged her shoulders as she stood in the crowd with Viva. "Can we please go home?"

"After the show," Viva said. "There's something very special planned for a special someone."

"Fine. But you promise we can leave after this?"

"Yes, yes! Now try to enjoy yourself!" Viva smiled and looked up at the stage as the music started.

Poppy seemed shocked as she heard the familiar tune. She looked over at Viva, who just gave her a smile. "Did you do this?" She asked, looking confused.

"No, Branch did," Viva said. "He read your book and the song in the back and he wanted to do something special for you."

"Oh God, this is embarrassing..." Poppy whined, covering her face.

"Why is this embarrassing?" Viva asked, holding her hand. "You wrote out what is basically the perfect date! Branch wanted to make you feel special!"

"Well, yeah, it's sweet but..." Poppy felt tears fill her eyes again. She would've loved something like this two weeks ago. But after what Barb said, she just felt so weird and out of place for something so innocent. She simply wiped her eyes and stared at the stage, seeing Branch smiling at her while he preformed with his brothers.

"Everybody wanna steal my girl

Everybody wanna take her heart away

Couple billion in the whole wide world

Find another one 'cause she belongs to me!"

Poppy giggled as they danced. It was obvious that Branch was singing to her. He wouldn't take his eyes off her, and he even pointed to her at the line "she belongs to me!" It did make her feel a little special. The entire day was based off the book she had written. Branch had even tried to get it down to the right dialogue. But would he really try to recreate everything? Poppy had scribbled out that whole section. There was no way he could've read it, could he? Would he actually do it? Poppy bit her lip nervously, finally tuning back in to hear the end of the song.

"She knows, she knows

That I never let her down before

She knows, she knows

That I'm never gonna let another take her love from me, now!

Everybody wanna steal my girl

Everybody wanna take her heart away

Couple billion in the whole wide world

Find another one 'cause she belongs to me!"

The brothers continued to sing as Branch hopped off stage. The crowd parted for him like the Red Sea, giving him a clear path to Poppy.

"Poppy, you are the light of my life. My beginning and my end. You are my everything," he said as he got closer. Was he really able to read what she scribbled out?

"And I don't care what anyone else thinks about you. You're funny and kind and smart and you're so stubborn that sometimes it's like I'm trying to argue with a brick wall!" Ok, Poppy didn't write that. He was going off script.

"And that's what I love about you. You're just so....you. And I don't care if Barb thinks you're weird! So what if you're weird or crazy or psycho or a freak? I don't care about any of that. I don't care what anyone else thinks about you. I don't care what anyone says, and you should either. I love you as you are, wholly and completely. And I don't want anyone else to steal your heart..." He got down on one knee in front of her and pulled out a ring. "Queen Poppy, will you marry me?"

Poppy gasped and covered her mouth. "Branch, you better not be joking..." She mumbled.

"I'm not..." He said with a smile.

Poppy's eyes stung as tears filled up once again. She had never cried so much in a single day, but this time it was accompanied with a smile. One so big her cheeks hurt. She choked on sobs and nodded eagerly. "Ye-ss..." She could barely force out. "Yes! A million times yes!" She said as her tears came full force. She pulled Branch up into a kiss and pulled his into a bone crushing hug, ignoring the cheers of joy from everyone around her.

When they finally pulled away, she looked down at the ring Branch had put on her. It was a silver band, engraved to look like vines, with a pink gemstone carved to look like a flower. "It's exactly like-"

"The one from your book..." Branch said softly. "It was really hard to read past all the scribbles..."

Poppy smiled at him. "Thank you for today... I can't believe you went to all this work just to cheer me up."

"You'd do it for me," Branch reasoned. "So, do you want to give Penelope her happy ending?"

"Later. I want to enjoy my happy ending right now."

"And how is that supposed to end?" Branch asked with a cheeky grin.

"I think...some cookies and cuddles in your bunker."

"That sounds perfect, Popstar."

!!BONUS CONTENT!!

"Hey, Floyd!" Barb set her guitar down and greeted the pop troll with a little fist bump. "It's been a while, man. What've you been up to?"

"Oh, just...things," Floyd said, not wanting to beat around the bush. "My visit isn't entirely friendly. I just have some...business, to take care of."

"Business?" Barb asked, taking a couple steps back out of concern.

"Yes. See, it's come to my attention that you had a few choice words about my sister-in-law's hobby. In her words, the nicest thing you said to her was that she was a freak," Floyd said with a harsh glare.

"O-Oh," Barb stuttered, slowly backing into a wall. "Floyd, buddy, that was a misunderstanding-"

"Oh no, I understand you perfectly," he said, getting dangerously close. "Now I need to make sure that you understand me..."

[burr-ell]

🔥🔥🔥

I am here to start a war.

1, 10, and 13 for CR and FE3H

choose violence ask game

That's a lot and I'm here 👏 for 👏 it 👏 I'm gonna split the posts for CR and FE3H so they don't get in each other's tags; this post will be for CR.

1. the character everyone gets wrong

Vex. I've talked about it elsewhere, including here on twitter for those interested, but it's really irritating to me that so many self-proclaimed fans of hers keep flattening her into a Joss Whedon woman (while simultaneously decrying those very tropes). I've seen it a lot of times among Vex/Keyleth shippers who tend to project themselves onto Keyleth and thinks Keyleth "deserves" to have the character they think is the hottest, but I've also seen it among Percy/Vex shippers who are hardcore Vex stans who also think she's being oppressed at pretty much every turn (except by Percy who worships the ground she walks on and is therefore perfect for her). It also happens among the old C1 commentariat, though they use it to bash Vex and Laura for [bleep blorp misogyny].

Vex is complicated. She's resilient, clever, resourceful, beautiful and confident about it, compassionate, pragmatic, frosty to those who haven't earned her trust, desperate for approval, and frugal to the point of obsession. She's a survivor of abuse and racism. Her most defining relationships are with three male characters. She stole a broom for no reason other than that she wanted it. She spent 15,000 gold to free two slaves. She has the most explicitly political career out of everyone in Vox Machina, including the tribal leader and the scion of a noble house. If Syldor and Syngorn hadn't been so horrible to her she'd have become a diplomat like her father, something Laura explicitly said. She and Syldor try to repair their relationship post-canon. She has no problem topping Percy. She gets flustered by Percy.

In short? She acts like a real person. If you're watering her down to "greedy bitch", "step on me queen", or "most victimized character ever", then honestly, I think your tastes are unspeakably boring.

10. worst part of fanon

There have been too many posts to count about my main frustration—that fanon is seen as sacrosanct compared to canon simply because fans came up with it, and that fans get so wrapped up in fanons and headcanons (that are, if I'm gonna get really violent, rather adolescent in scope and tone) that they're genuinely righteously outraged when canon contradicts it or other fans dislike it.

So since we're choosing violence, I'll just say glasses!Imogen. Round cute sweet little uwu baby bean glasses!Imogen. It's symptomatic of that larger problem, it largely exists purely in the context of a ship (which is symptomatic of another larger problem), and it's not an interesting enough concept to justify its existence after everyone and their mom has done it and demanded that everyone else validate it.

13. worst blorbofication

Honestly? I gotta go with Percy, and I say this as someone whose blorbo is Percy. There are two strains of this:

1. The old guard C1 fans who have spent years coming up with ways that Percy, as Vex's simp, will absolutely adore everything she says and does and do whatever she tells him to and never challenge her or consider himself in any way, and

2. The more traditional Uwu Baby Boy types who really seem to like making him as soft and romantic as possible. The character tag is uninhabitable if you don't block characterxreader blogs on sight.

Honestly though, I'll take type 2 over type 1, because I don't remember the type 2 folks throwing a hissy fit over Matt's portrayal of Percy and comparing him to Syldor. If you're genuinely trying to argue that Matt portrayed Vex's husband similarly to her abuser and that either Laura or Taliesin would be okay with that, I would cordially suggest removing your head from your colon.

[ducknotinarow]

He's curled up by the outside of his door after a particular rough night. Legs are pulled up to his chest & he's hugging himself tightly. He's sporting another black eye, his phone shoved to the far end of the hallway.

Angel doesn't even hear Husk's voice calling out to him. He flinches before they even get near. "Don't touch me!" Does he realize he's shouting? Probably not.

"I'm warning you right fucking now. Don't." ( uwu I HAD TO. AngelHusk )

| muse interaction

Husk, may not have wanted to get the bartender role but he also had no say in it. He had his own puppet stings after all and Alastor more enjoyed using Husk was a form of entertainment like some clown than anything else really. In some ways he guess it could be worse but that didn't make the situation any better or bearable. Least the gig meant he could drink all he wished and wanted so there was that. Though working as a bartender meant he was basically a live in therapist on top of it. Be on the other side of the bar top he knew get enough to drink and suddenly you are tell the bartender all about your problems hoping the bottle of the bottle will show you the way out.

And a certain someone seemed to hold that thought the strongest at the hotel. As if on que when they happened across Husk's thoughts by chance Angel near about rushed through the doors at full speed. Even Husk couldn't ignore an entrance like that. They were slowly getting on to better terms so blame his wondering on that. "Angel!" He called out but they didn't seem to hear him as foot steps carried them up to the top of the flight of stairs. Husk let his wings flap a little in annoyance. But he felt like he owed it to them to least check in.

Not a pretty sight, shocked they the spider demon hadn't even made it to his room before they wound up nothing more than a ball trying to curl up on it's self in the moment. His eyes found their phone, and stopped to grab it pocketing the device before he started to make his way to Angel. Hand stretched out to gain their attention a moment. "Hey, what the-"

"Don't touch me!"

Husk stood a bit shocked by the tone, but even more at Angel himself clearly shaken and it seemed to take a lot to let Angel even show that something could shake him.

"I'm warning you right fucking now. Don't.

Husk held his hands up so if Angel looked he would see he wasn't aiming to touch them slowly moving to rest on a knee, taking a moment to look them over. He could just about see their face and worse the blacking bruise around one of Angel's eyes. His tail flickered over that but he kept his sights on Angel first. "Okay I won't touch you" He tries to assure "But what happened? never see ya pass up a second to hit up the bar. Either for a drink or to annoy me." He knows damn well something happened. The approach wasn't because he could tell. Husk was just gambling here. Hoping if he didn't bring attention to it and kept things normal and clam than maybe Angel would shake out of their own current state.

Husk dose though, let his wings spread out using them to block out Angel from sight. On the off chance anyone happens to pass by. Angel wasn't being exactly quite and his shouting might draw attention of the princess at least.

[darlingpoppet]

Fic wrap-up 2023

Words published: 87,832 according to the AO3 stats… the first two chapters of WTDF were actually published last year but I guess since I also published some stuff not on AO3 yet it mostly makes up for it haha

3 fanfics with the most kudos in 2023:

1. Closest To My Heart (156)

2. Where The Dead Forget (137)

3. Flourishing Into Greatness (119)

(As of 12/29)

Your first fanfic in 2023:

I published WTDF Ch 3 in January, but the first new fic I started & finished in 2023 was LoveSick Arrows (wrote in Feb, submitted in March, published in May)

Your last fanfic in 2023:

WTDF Ch 6! Maybe not as far along as I originally envisioned but progress is progress! I’m doing my best uwu

Favorite opening line from a fic in 2023:

Zagreus stumbles upon the glade where Patroclus resides, and not for the first time, the sight of him makes his breath hitch a little. From chapter 2 of Closest To My Heart

I feel like I’m much better at writing endings than beginnings so answering this one was a bit tricky for me… I suppose I like this one best because it set the tone right away & has me asking questions about it (why does spotting Patroclus make Zagreus’ breath hitch? Why isn’t it the first time??) I also really like the ending to this chapter too but uhhh it’s kind of a bummer lmao

Favorite closing line from a fic in 2023:

At last. Everything will now be as it once was. From Closest To My Heart

I love it for all the layers of context that makes it hit harder, the contrast with a passage saying the opposite in the previous chapter, etc

My other favorite closing line is the one from LoveSick Arrows, which simply goes: “The pleasure is all mine,” he answers. But it doesn’t really have much impact out of context… you also need the question asked at the beginning of the scene & everything in between but it’s too long for purposes of this meme lol

Oh and since I mentioned it earlier, here’s also the ending to Closest To My Heart Ch 2: It is only when he spots a golden spear among the collection that his body catches up with the rest of him, and he vomits, suddenly and violently onto the ground before it, like a libation poured onto a sacred altar.

Fic I’m most proud of in 2023:

I’ve been saying all year that Closest To My Heart is the one I’m most proud of because I was totally ~in the zone~ the entire time I was writing it and it came out exactly the way I envisioned it, so I can say it’s the fic from 2023 I can look back on as representative of where my writing abilities were this year (like Upon A Lazy Bed was for 2022)

BUT when I really think about it I’m also super proud of myself for working so hard on Where The Dead Forget this year! It’s going gradually and seems to get longer the more I work on it but I spent a TON of time thinking about it, writing, taking notes, and doing my best to tell a long form narrative for the first time ever and I’m super proud of myself for simply attempting a challenge like this. I had to overcome a really nasty month-long case of writer’s block in order to finish chapter 4 which was AGONY since it still took another three months after that to finally complete… so overcoming all that felt SO good and I feel like if I could overcome that I can overcome anything. I said from the beginning that I don’t think it’ll reinvent the wheel or anything with this story, but I’m enjoying the process of telling a version of these tropes and myths.

[katherinevalo]

extra dose of screenshots! just to make sure i don't forget why i made them because as you probably noticed the last batch didn't have many thoughts XD

we are going over eps 22 and 23, eventful eps if i may say so myself

1 - "what is personal space?" god i love how close zishu stands like, he could absolutely stand a little further and still block wkx, but instead he is almost bumping into his chest. seriously it gives me pure joy looking at them

2 - a beautiful scenery with our beautiful ah-xu. *sigh~ took that ss to potentially use it as my desktop wallpaper, because (i had this convo on discord) i can't use proper fandom wallpaper since i use my laptop at lectures.

3 - unwelcomed guest interjects. shenshen seriously, why didn't you just stay inside?

4 - i will never stop being in love with this scene. i love how zishu helps him to lay down safely. tho i gotta say that the ss doesn't do it justice and you simply must watch the original scene

5 - fierce look while protecting his shidi (look idk why my laptop doesn't have the holding back tears emoji, but if it did i'd have used it here)

6 - i said this before and i will say this again, but this is some proper spirk handholding right there uwu

7 - back to our regularly scheduled "heartbreaking expressions of wkx"

8 - look at cao weining! look at his silly happy face! what a sweet child! don't we all wish we had someone like that in our lives-- *sobs~

9 - i know OUCH but also i love this subtle way to remind us of the reality of things (i always appreciate when writers don't underestimate the audience's intelligence by overexplaining and this is the perfect example of how to remind us without doing that). ALSO the panic on ah-xu's face. also, i have a whole thing here, because a discord friend said that ah-xu here was trying to hide the symptoms which i don't fullly agree with. i think that it was sort of aha! moment for ah-xu when he realized how bad it has gotten. because when you live with declining senses they decline gradually and you barely notice (but then there is something that you kinda punches you and you realized how much your senses have declined - tho i'm milking this from my experience of worsening sight and can't really speak for taste) tho imo for tastes and smells of familiar things (like liquor here) your brain would sort supply what it remembers them to be like. so to cut it short, i think it's also that kind of a moment for ah-xu

[thecrowss]

😭 as somebody who has liked daniel from like. day 1, it's been really not so fun to deal with his other fans and like you said, it's making him harder to like now. this has happened with another driver I used to adore but since I started blocking his fans on sight I feel a lot better now 😭 I should do the same with daniel fans probably?

Nah, because before this whole thing, I had nothing against him. He seemed nice, funny dude and his fans were somewhat quiet. But now, they’re on another level of delulu and insufferable. Same with all the F1 accounts acting like his return is the second coming of Jesus💀 Like I’m sorry, but Daniel is pulling clown moves here. He left RB on his own because he was scared of Max, changed like three different teams and now he wants to comeback? I’m sorry that is so… Also the way his fans acted towards Oscar and Lando because of all the DTS an McLaren drama, acting like he was murdered, humiliated and burned at the steak like it was witch trials, but now, since the same shit is happening to Nyck, they’re like “aww, sucks for him, but Daniel is back uwu, P1 let’s go” I’m so over it. Not only here, but on tik tok as well. Imma need to start blocking them for my peace of mind as well.

[zephyrrydrake]

Welcome to my blog!

Welcome to my blog! I hope you can enjoy whatever the heck I end up posting here!

Who are you?

If you know who Rydrake6 is, you know who I am. If you don't, I'll introduce myself really quick.

You can call me Zephyr. I'm a tiger/dragon hybrid who likes drawing, making music, writing, making games, and doing pretty much any creative thing you can think of. I'm an autistic trans man and a minor, and I've got way too many creative projects to work on.

Why does this blog exist?

This blog was made because I Reblog way too much stuff on my main. Which honestly isn't really a bad thing, but it is inconvenient when I'm trying to find something I posted like an audio or a piece of art and I have to scroll through a literal sea of reblogs to get to it. Other than that, I kind of always wanted a side blog where I don't have to worry about a brand and stuff. Speaking of which, I'm probably going to stop trying to make a brand out of myself and just create things like people are meant to do on the internet instead of being obsessed with numbers and the possibility of earning a living off of making stuff, but that's not a conversation for this post.

What's going to be posted here?

I don't have any particular idea for what I'm gonna post on this blog, just that there are going to be very few, if any, reblogs. Mainly because of the situation with my main blog. However, a few things that you can probably expect from this blog are looks at creative projects that I'm working on (Music, movies, shows, stories, drawings, ect.), Life stuff (Basically whatever I feel like talking about in my life. Nothing identifying though of course. I'm not stupid.), And probably a few shitpost and memes too. If I do Reblog stuff, you're probably gonna see me saying stuff at the bottom.

Boundaries TL;DR

So I realize that I have a bad habit of writing entire fucking essays when I should just keep it short and sweet, and my boundaries are no exception. So here's a quick summary of all of them.

If you're a bad person who supports bad things or you just make me uncomfortable, you're getting blocked.

Don't come into my askbox asking for money or donations.

You can DM me but I am a socially awkward weirdo due to years of isolation so watch out.

Boundries being broken = block.

Long version of my boundaries under the cut.

What are you doing in my house?

Irrelevant. Now lead me to your stash of waffle fries before I eat your firstborn instead.

Long version of the boundary list

Not sure how effective this section is gonna be. I've been told many times that DNIs don't work, but I'll include one anyways just because. It's less of a "Pwetty pwease don't look at my blog UwU" and more of a "If you're any of the things on this list I will block you on sight." So here are some ground rules.

DNI/You will be blocked on sight if you are a TERF, a racist, a transphobe, basically a bigot of any kind, a pedophile, a zoophile, a necrophile, pretty much if you have any kind of paraphilia that actively causes harm to someone or is just straight up gross, if you condone or consume loli/shotacon/cub content, if you condone or consume feral nsfw, if you are a trump supporter, if you are a zionist, or if you are a right winger of any kind. That's all I could think of for the DNI, you don't have to take it seriously I know that DNIs do not work. But I'm just putting this here so that you know that if you are any of the things on this list, you will be blocked on sight. This list is subject to change in the future.

Don't come into the askbox of this blog asking me to donate stuff or boost your posts. I'm not saying that I wouldn't do it, I'm just saying that I want to keep this blog to just being personal stuff. Normally I'd say go to my main blog, @rydrake6, but I'm taking a break right now to think about stuff.

My DMs are open, just don't be a dick. (Also keep in mind that I have pretty bad social anxiety and just bad social skills in general, or so I think, so I might be a little bit awkward.)

Breaking the boundaries listed above will lead to you getting blocked.