#and don't have a way of keeping their eyes off my posts. unless i block them which i don't want to do

[supercantaloupe]

man. i wish you could control who specifically is and isn't allowed to see/interact with a specific post

[ingo-ingoing-ingone]

A Personal Post

Hi guys, I'm finally making the post I kept telling myself and my best friends I'd make but wanted to put it off until I felt better. That hasn't happened and with how things are going I thought it was best to just post it now.

So for a while, since probably late 2023, I've felt less like my blog is for me, and more like it's some kind of fandom archive. Which, if you use it this way as-is, great! I'm glad my blog could make you happy like that! But that's not what I set out for it to be.

I'm the sort of neurodivergent person who likes to categorize things, including my interests. All my tumblr blogs are specific to one thing, and this one was no exception.

I began tagging things soon after I made the blog because I saw a lot of people were sad about the twins, and I thought "well since I love both sad and happy stuff, and I'm really good about categorizing things, maybe I can try and help!" And according to many, it did help!

But I think that also gave off the impression that I was making this blog for other folks, and that isn't the case. I'm sorry I never clarified. It's not an archive; I do not reblog shipping posts, posts from people I've blocked, AUs I don't click with, and sometimes just not everything I see.

I've gotten popular in the fandom, and for the most part I do, from the bottom of my heart, enjoy it. I have people who care about my hyperfixation! That's amazing! I have people who love my cosplay and want to meet up with me. I've made so many friends of all shapes and sizes and it's probably the most incredible thing I've ever experienced, truth be told.

But yeah my blog being mine has gotten away from me a bit, I think.

I want to keep tagging my submas tags, that isn't going to change. I will tag triggers when asked, unless it's kind of impossible due to the blog's subject (trains, for instance) or a name or really common word (like the word 'head' or something). Other than that please reach out and I'll do my best to remember. But other tags? Those will be up to me. I don't want to tag when OCs show up. I love OCs and like seeing them, and don't want to have to remember that one person who visits my blog doesn't.

I had anon off for a while because honestly ever since making this blog, there have been anons who really made me unhappy. (Also yes, non-anons but that's been fewer and far between). I've gotten misinformation, accusations, horrible and disgusting explicit asks, and criticisms and complaints, and I'm just... Not here for that. Keep the explicit things and misinfo out of my inbox, I am no arbiter of morality or personal decisions, and I am not here for you to share your negative opinions of submas or the fandom.

Anon is on for people who are too self conscious to chat face to face, for people to send fun headcanon ideas (remember when people did that back in 2022 when this blog started? I miss that, it was sweet and wholesome), to share song recommendations... That kind of stuff. If you have an actual problem, please, PLEASE talk to me off anon, whether that be DMs or a non-anon ask that I can answer privately. Especially if we're friends; please, please just talk to me about stuff. I don't bite! I swear!

But yeah the bottom line is I'm here to participate in fun (and sometimes heartbreaking!) fandom stuff. I'm here for FUN, not as my job. I know that we're all a bunch of neurodivergent folks and sometimes interactions can be a swing and a miss, but please try to be mindful. Please treat me like a person and not just like a museum curator for this blog.

Truth is, I haven't been okay for a while now. It's gotten worse this year for sure, and due to life stuff I cannot see things feeling better for me for some time. I need to go day by day for a lot of things, and I am trying to get better about needing to set boundaries and all that sort of thing. I suffer from intense paranoia too, and having so many eyes on me is genuinely terrifying at times. I'm trying to manage that as best I can, but I do ask that folks be kind.

NO I am not going anywhere, my blog is staying and will continue on as normal, but I really, really needed to get this posted.

Please continue to interact with me and chat and everything like that! But also please remember to treat this space, my blog, as my space. Thanks for reading!

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Will you be my Valentine? Sugar Day 4 Lester Sinclair

Day 4 cuties!! As usual I hope you all are enjoying this very chill and casual mini series for Valentine's day! After this is over I hope to get back into regularly posting regular fics throughout the rest of the year.

Notes: Minors DNI (You will be BLOCKED), SFW, No specific descriptions or pronouns are used for the reader. If pronouns are used the reader will use they/them unless otherwise specified.

"God Lester, How many times have I told you about blood stains?"

You mumbled to yourself while you scrubbed the stains out of one of Lester's shirts. He was out today as usual cleaning the roadkill off the backroads of Ambrose and you were at home diligently washing one of the only good shirts he had.

"Your daddy needs to learn to be more clean"

You said to Jonesy, who was laying next to you on the floor, wistfully gazing up at you as you scrubbed the shirts. Almost as if she could understand what you said she let out a sigh and rolled over on her other side.

After a few minutes and a lot more scrubbing you heard the rumble of the old pick-up truck approach the cabin and Jonesy quickly made her way off the ground and over to the front door to greet her favorite human.

"Well hey there little darlin'!" Lester greeted her when he entered the house. His eyes locked onto yours next and he grinned.

"Hey sugar" He greeted walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Hey Les"

"What's wrong?"

"You" You teasingly deadpanned. You could hear Lester audibly gulp from behind you.

'W-What did I do?"

"How many times have I told you to be careful with getting stains on your good shirts and to wear work shirts out of the house?"

"Well sugar that one was the only one I could find is all! It was dark out still and I didn't wanna cut the lights on and wake you up!"

"mmm I guess that's fair"

"I got ya somethin to make up for it anyway"

He said before removing his arms from around you and heading back out to the truck to retrieve your present. In the back of your mind you figured Valentine's day was approaching so it probably had to do with that, it's very hard to keep track of time in a ghost town with no internet or cell service.

Lester came bounding back into the house a few moments later with a bunch of flowers in his hand.

'Oh Lester their gorgeous!" You praised him as he approached you and offered them to you.

You took the flowers from him and inhaled their sweet sent. You shot him a smile and leaned over to peck his lips when you realized something, the flowers still had the clods of dirt from where they were ripped out of the ground attached to the stems.

You picked off a dirt clod and looked up at Lester while holding it in your hand.

"Lester honey, what's this?"

"Uhh looks like dirt darlin'"

"Did you go outside just now and pick these?"

"No sugar I got em from the outside of the wax museum."

He said starting to turn away from you and head back outside to get on with the rest of his day. You called out to him as he left.

"Did you pick these from the flowers I planted last year?"

Lester shrugged as he walked and you could see his shoulders move up and down with a chuckle as a smile beamed across your face and the hilarity of the situation.

"Lester Sinclair! You picked my flowers!"

"I'll make up for it sugar don't you worry!" He said out the truck window.

"Well how are you going to make it up? With more flowers?"

"Nah darlin, no more flowers"

"Why not?"

"I picked em all already"

"LESTER!"

[sevendeadlywhispers]

7Seals

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Chapter 17

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•Previous Chapter: Chapter Sixteen

•Next Chapter: Chapter Eighteen

•Chapter List

•New chapters every Thursday

•Content: Levi Ackerman × OC female. Slow Burn! Canon verse!

•Word Count: 1.3k

•Warning: This content may not be suitable for all readers. If you've watched all of AOT then you will understand that the show handles heavy subjects such as abuse, racism, violence, and other heavy subjects. This fanfiction will also have the same heavy themes. Chapters with heavy themes will be marked with (*) at each chapter.

A/N: Hey y’all ♡

I’m having horrible writers block. Some pieces aren’t fitting the way I wanted to so I can only do one chapter this week. I’ve decided that one Thursday every month I won’t post unless I’m itching to. My goal for that is to make sure I don’t catch up to my chapters I haven’t posted yet so I have something for y’all to read when I get stuck. Hopefully I get some creative juices in me soon cause there’s so much I have to still write about. I’m so excited for the third seal🫶🏼

Also! Shoutout to all y’all who binged the story recently. I loved seeing each part you were all at! It really helped me write some stuff for the current chapter I’m on. Love y’all’s support!!!!

(3-20-24)

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"Captain Levi"

I narrowed my eyes at the sight of him—the man I despised more than any other. His once proud stature had been reduced to that of a broken man, shackled by his own demons and the weight of his crimes.

I met his gaze with a steely glare, his eyes held a feral intensity, worse from the last time I saw him.

"Alexander," I replied icily, keeping my tone devoid of emotion. His smile widened, revealing a row of yellowed teeth.

"What brings you here?" he asked, his voice dripping with malice.

"I was in town," I replied curtly. "Wanted to see how desperate and disgusting you looked after all these years."

His laughter echoed off the walls of the cell, a hollow sound that mixed together with the clinking of shackles on his limbs.

"Ah, Levi, always the charmer," he mocked, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"Did you miss me?"

I clenched my fists at my sides, struggling to maintain my composure in the face of his taunts.

"Careful now," I warned, forcing a smirk. "Wouldn't want to end up like last time."

But Alexander just laughed, reclining against the cold stone floor with a smug smirk.

"Oh Levi," he sighed, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're so quick to violence. Makes me wonder if above ground is really meant for someone like you."

"You're one to talk," I shot back, my voice laced with venom. "You grew up in the same filth I did."

But he just laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that echoed off the walls of the cell.

"You think we're the same, huh?" he taunted, his eyes boring into mine with a chilling intensity.

I took a step closer to him, my fists clenched at my sides as I fought to suppress the rage bubbling beneath the surface.

"I might be a rat, but I'm not a shitbag like you," I spat, my voice dripping with contempt. "Cut the shit and tell me— who's killing the Scouts again? Is it Carter? You calling the shots behind bars?"

But Alexander remained silent, his smug smirk never wavering as he watched my every move. I gritted my teeth in frustration, knowing that Erwin's orders bound my hands, preventing me from unleashing the full extent of my wrath upon him.

I pivoted on my heel to turn back but the echo of Alexander's voice pulled me back into the suffocating atmosphere of his cell.

"How's Iris?" he jeered, his grin twisting into a smirk that oozed malice. I shot him a withering glare, my fists clenching at my sides.

"You don't deserve to know a damn thing about her,"

His laughter grated on my nerves, a grating sound that echoed off the stone walls.

"Touchy, touchy," he taunted, his eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement.

"Let me ask you something though. Did you fuck her yet? Or is she still saving herself for marriage?"

"Shut your mouth, scum," I growled, my voice low and dangerous.

But he just leaned against the cell bars, his smirk widening into a smirk.

"What's the matter, Captain? Can't handle a little banter?"

Before I could stop myself, my hand shot through the bars of his cell, seizing his collar with a vice-like grip. With a swift motion, I yanked him towards me, his body slamming against the unforgiving iron bars.

I watched with grim satisfaction as his face contorted in pain, the metal pressing into his flesh. Yet, despite the agony etched across his features, he dared to smirk at me, his eyes gleaming with twisted amusement.

"I know she's in Wall Sina right now," Alexander choked out against my grip.

"Stay the fuck away," I growled, my voice low and dangerous, as I spat in his face, relishing the sight of my saliva trailing down his cheek.

His smirk widened into a grotesque grin, his tongue darting out to lick his lips in a vulgar display. "It won't be me touching her," he taunted, his words a venomous echo in the dimly lit cell.

Disgust surged through me like a tidal wave, fueling the fury that burned within. The red haze descended over my vision, a veil of fury that clouded my senses and consumed my every thought. In that moment, rationality fled, leaving only raw, unbridled rage coursing through my veins.

This insolent little shit thought he could mock me, thought he could make light of the pain and suffering he'd caused. The audacity of it all ignited a firestorm within me, stoking the flames of my fury to new heights.

My elbow met his face with relentless force, each blow a symphony of vengeance echoing through the cold, stone halls of this damp dungeon. His anguished cries reverberated off the walls, a jarring agony that served as a grim will to his crimes.

I cared not for the ears that heard his pleas, nor for the consequences that may follow. All that mattered was the burning desire to see him suffer, to witness him endure the same torment he had so callously inflicted upon her.

The sight of blood streaming down his battered visage only fueled my resolve of the justice he so rightfully deserved. Though my pristine white shirt bore the stains of his punishment, I cared not for appearances. All that mattered was the relentless pursuit of retribution, a relentless storm of fury that showed no signs of abating.

His screams filled the air, a symphony of agony that still echoed through the darkness of the cell block. But even as the blood began to flow, I felt no satisfaction, no relief from the torment that gnawed at my soul.

I wanted him dead.

As I stood amidst the chaos, the echoes of my own name reverberated through the air, accompanied by the unwelcome touch of another's hands upon my person. My immediate response was sharp and unforgiving.

"Get the fuck off me," I growled, my voice cutting through the clamor as I forcefully shook off the unwanted contact, releasing my grip on Alexander and allowing him to crumple to the ground in a heap.

"We need a medic!"

The urgency in the interior police's voices only served to heighten the tension of the situation, their frantic shouts mingling with the sound of my own exasperated sigh.

"You got blood all over my sleeve," I muttered irritably, casting a disdainful glance at Alexander as I attempted to straighten out the mess he had caused.

Turning my attention to the trembling interior police, I couldn't help but feel a surge of impatience at their obvious unease. Rolling up my sleeves to conceal the bloodstains, I met their gaze with a cool and unwavering stare.

"His nose is broken. Might want to get that taken care of quickly or he might lose consciousness. Either way, I don't care," I stated bluntly, my words devoid of sympathy as I prepared to leave the scene behind me.

"Hey, you can't leave yet," one of the interior police protested, attempting to bar my path with a shaky hand.

"And why's that?" I countered, arching an eyebrow at the young officer before me, his nervous demeanor only serving to irritate me further.

"You need to fill out an incident report," he explained, his voice trembling with uncertainty as he attempted to assert his authority.

Glancing back at Alexander, who lay bloodied and battered on the floor, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the absurdity of the situation.

"Your incident report is barely breathing on the ground right now, I suggest you take care of it." I instructed calmly, yet with an unmistakable undercurrent of authority in my tone.

The young man quivered before me, his resolve crumbling beneath the weight of my stare. With a muttered apology, he stepped aside, allowing me to pass with a nod of acknowledgment.

"Smart choice."

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[faeflowerz]

Giving Head in Public: Riddle

CW: Fem!Reader giving sloppy toppy. Giving dome. Bobbin on the knob. Oral. Oh also Riddle's hung so yeah. Do not interact with this post if you are under 18 or don't have your age in your bio. You WILL be immediately blocked.

A/N: I was gonna finish part two of the first years thing but I got to thinking about this. Don't perceive me.

Sooooooooo, Riddle is def the kind of boy who would freak out if suddenly met with an s/o looking to suck him off. I got a few scenarios too. Im a whore for him and my mouth is made for him. Seriously, i blacked out for half of this.

In the rose garden would catch him by surprise for sure. It's another tea party and like usual, its a controlled chaos. Riddle is trying to have a conversation with Trey, but its hard when you're groping his thighs. You are sitting there smiling and pretending to be invested in whatever Cater is telling Ace but every so often you glance to see your boyfriend clear his throat and shift slightly. You've got your hand on one of his thick thighs and it's moving higher up and between his legs.

Riddle's trying to keep his composure. You'd been pretty needy lately and although he promised that he'd give you attention tonight, his strict curfew and this long ass party won't give you enough time with him before bed. So, this is your alternative. Your fingers sink into his soft meaty legs and the glint of anger in his big pretty eyes sends a delightful surge of excitement to your pussy. Fuck, you love when he gives you that look. It meant that you're gonna have it coming later.

When your fingers brush against a familiar lump, Riddle's face softens. He's rather sensitive and those skintight pants make it impossible for him to wear underwear. He tries to drink his tea as your index finger traces the thickness strained against his thigh. You haven't gone all the way yet, but you didn't shy away from your urges. And you can't take it anymore.

Nobody notices when you slip out of your chair and under the table. Nobody but Riddle. In that moment, he decides that he can't call you out on it. Unless he wanted the entire party to see his scepter, he has to sit there. Underneath, you're dragging your tongue along the outline of his cock, leaving slight wet stains on the fabric. You can't hold back as you go right for the main course. Pulling down his pants, his dick slowly rises once its free. You personally blame Riddle for your oral fixation.

His cock is girthy, and the tip gets bright red when he's horny, upset, embarrassed...or any other emotion he goes through when you do shit like this. Does it bother him? Yes. Does he cum harder when you're in public? Also yes. Why else would you do it besides your nympho tendencies? Your mouth is watering as you open wide to lead his cockhead past your lips. Riddle's pre spurts out when you twirl your tongue. His thighs tense up for a moment and you rub gentle circles with your thumbs to calm him down.

"Are you alright? You look a little red."

"Ah, it's nothing."

"Wait, where's...I don't see them anywhere."

"They had to...ahem, make a call." He's an awful liar, but no one calls him out on it. He's screaming on the inside as his dick slides deeper down your throat. The first time you did that, his soul nearly ascended. You wish you could see his face. He always makes the cutest reactions and its a shame when you miss out. Riddle's cock is throbbing just like you like it. Soon, you reach his base. Your nose gets buried in his soft rosebush. Despite the shower, his natural scent is already coming through. With a pleased sigh, you pull back slightly before setting a slow pace. It was agony for him but he can handle a little torture.

Riddle's weak now. His legs have gone slack as you very nearly suck the life out of him. Sweat clings to the back of his neck and he's got the cutest rosy red on his cheeks. You were nothing but trouble and yet...he never made you stop. Every time you got between his legs, Riddle never pulled you off. How could he when you clung to him so tightly?

Your eyes lull closed and you're slobbering all over him. When you grab his ass, Riddle bucks suddenly. That's when you bob your head faster. One of his hands grabs your hair and he pulls. Hard. That nearly makes you cum. Enough playing around. Riddle pulls on your hair until most of his dick is out of your mouth before he slams back into you.

When he cums, he makes sure you take it all. He likes to paint your face white, but since everyone is still milling about, you gotta swallow. The queen is pretty demanding but isn't that why he's in charge in the first place? Once he finishes, you're humping his leg like a bitch in heat. The slick of your pussy stains his boot but you genuinely couldn't care less. One more thing for him to punish you for. Just the thought of him finally fucking you into his mattress eggs you on.

And yes. Trey probably figures out what you were doing down there.

The library isn't off limits either. Like ok.

Riddle's not seen you in some time because exams always sends him into overdrive. He tends to push people away during his study sessions because when it comes to exams, he goes at it alone. Unfortunately, he demands that you also keep your distance too. Sad face. You understand, though. He's type A and you're distracting. Still, he sends you texts and sweet little notes to let you know that he does think about you. Really, your relationship is usually really sweet and cute outside of all the oral (and anal).

Anyway, you miss him. Of course you do! Your fingers are soaked and you've been moaning loud enough to scare the ghosts. Surely he's been stressed, right? Right.

You go on the prowl for him, asking around to find him. Its that terrifying glint in your eye that finally makes everyone fess up: he's in the library. Riddle won't mind if you pay him a visit. He needs a break. A good intense break.

"I thought I told you to keep your distance," he says firmly. Riddle's had his nose in his book but when your perfume comes wafting by him, he's ready to kick you out. But it's hard. When you wear lipstick, he knows you're not playing around with him. There's no way to get rid of you once you put make up on. "Darling, we can't."

"Aren’t you stressed? Pent up? Besides, you need more breaks," you plop down next to him. Riddle closes his book and stands up.

"I'll have plenty of time for you once exams are over," he promises as he disappears into the rows of bookshelves. "They're insatiable." He mutters as he puts the book back into its proper place. Once he turns around, you're behind him. Riddle nearly screams but you're pressing kisses onto his lips to shut him up. Caged between your arms, your boyfriend looks at you like a terrified animal. He knows what's coming next.

"I wasn't asking. I was telling," now your kisses trail to his neck, leaving marks all over his pale skin. Riddle begs for mercy when you rip his vest and blouse open. The air conditioning makes his nipples harden. You're already teasing and sucking on his sensitive pudgy chest once he's exposed. In your excitement, you bite into him. Those moans and squeals are too fucking good. And his tummy. Oh, it's just as soft as the rest of him. Here, you bite a whole lot more and make sure to kiss hard enough to bruise lightly. All he can do is hold onto your shoulders when you unzip his pants and let them fall. Finally.

From this angle, you can look at him while you do it. Any time he gets shy, you have to bite his belly to get his attention again. His eyes do focus on you and he's trying not to cry as you cover his dick in lipstick kisses. Eye contact both turned him on and embarrassed him in these moments. You drape one of his legs over your shoulder and let him set the speed. From what you can tell, he's been wound tightly. You empty his balls nearly every day so going without for a week was probably killing him.

I love the idea of him being the type to have absolutely no rhythm when he's horny. Riddle's brain shuts off pretty quickly once he gives in. Just like now. Your throats being fucked and effectively keeps you from breathing properly. It's like he's trying to bruise your esophagus now. With nothing else to hold onto, you grab his fat ass. "Ahn! Haah! Damn it..." he curses as he puts more weight on you. If this is how you die there'd be no complaints from you. Tears well in the corner of your eyes and now your mascara starts trailing down your cheeks. The lipstick was long smudged already too.

Your throat was so tight and wet around his dick. Part of him wished he'd never told you to stay away. Maybe he would have been less stressed with you around. Then again, plugging your hole after such a long time felt even better. Now he's letting out these cute little grunts and growls with each thrust. Riddle bites his lip to keep from getting any louder. You have to brace yourself now that he's getting sloppy.

"Almost...almost..." Riddle's balls tighten and his hips still as he shoots his thick heavy load straight down your throat. Of course you take it like a champ. With a heaving chest, he pulls out. Immediately, you miss that full feeling in your mouth. "You're...you're going to be the death of me..." Riddle pants. Then he pulls you up to your feet and kiss you. "Perhaps a proper break is in order?"

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

Any thoughts on the casting for The Last of Us season 2?

Oh god. So many.

So, I actually have all of TLOU show related tags blocked - because just seeing mentions of the show gets me kind of ticked. I miss the strike era when production of the show was delayed indefinitely.

But as far as the casting - I think Dina's casting is alright. I was one of those people who was naively hoping that Cascina would actually get to play Dina in the show, but I knew realistically that was never actually gonna happen.

Abby's casting however - I genuinely think that Kaitlyn Denver is a horrible choice. Like they looked up all the people who absolutely cannot play Abby and then they picked her.

Someone said that she looks like young Ellie - and I think for a long time, she was a popular fancast for Ellie. And to me, she looks like she can maybe only play young Abby in flashbacks. So unless they're gonna completely surprise people and only have her playing young Abby and then have someone else playing the real main timeline version of Abby - it won't work.

If you guys know me, then you know that I am incredibly protective of Abby's character. And based on the complete bastardization that they did of Season 1/TLOU 1, I already knew that they were going to royally fuck up Abby's character in some way.

And yes, I am basing most of my opinions on the fact that she is small and thin and Abby is supposed to be muscled, but people don't understand how pivotal that aesthetic is as a part of Abby's characterization.

(And they were never going to find someone perfect unless they used 2 different actors - one for flashbacks and one for the main timeline - because Abby gets ripped over years but it is shown in one short story, and her model was made with 2 different people - one for the face and one for the body, so they could keep her face on a younger, thinner body in flashbacks.)

Abby being muscled is actually a pivotal thing - it means she is feared and respected among the WLF, it means that Lev and Yara immediately fall in and trust to follow her through the woods because they view her as a protector when they are vulnerable and alone. Her body is a tool that is useful to her - it makes her completely immune to Isaac's violence right up until the moment she looks him in the eyes and asks him not to shoot Lev, and even then, he is asking her to step away from Lev so that he doesn't have to kill his best solider.

Isaac was more willing to kill Owen - thinking of Owen as disposable - than he was willing to kill Abby. And I think that breach of our society's typical sexism (where a man is always a better fighter, Abby supersedes that) in their post apocalyptic world, is really, truly shown by Abby's large stature.

Not only that, but it makes her physical malnutrition and how much she has wasted away because of the Rattlers that much more shocking. (Which, if they were going to depict that, it would be easy to do so with a heavily muscled actor and then make them look shockingly thin with CGI and makeup - but that scene is one of the reasons why video games are sometimes a better format. It being 100% computer generated means no actors had to be harmed during those scenes.)

Also (I wish I had screenshots of the specific lines) - but Abby and Owen's breakup at the Aquarium is about her training (her urge to gain muscle in order to aid of her long term revenge mission toward Joel) - Owen is surprised when Abby says she can bench press 140 pounds, and therefore, she can easily lift him. And Owen is insulted that Abby wants to spend more time training than she does with him - he is upset that her trauma and her revenge has overtaken her life to the point where she doesn't want to goof off watching spotted seals, and instead - just wants to train more.

And this leads more into the dynamic of - Owen is a disposable pawn (who pretends to take a pacifist stance when he's really a coward) and Abby has to vouch for his life with Isaac because she is infinitely more valued in the organization.

There is just a lot of layers to it - and they're already fucking it up.

I am trying my hardest to ignore the fact that she show exists, but it's actively lowering the IQ of the fandom every single day, and now I am gonna have to take braindead Abby takes from people who have only seen the show, and I genuinely wish it had never been made in the first place.

[rinse-and-repeat2]

Decided to go through with it and start posting my different AUs, but I'll only do a few per post to keep it short (tried to do all of them in one post but it ended up being so long that it was crazy) so maybe about 3 per post? sure, yeah, and I'll add a small excerpt for each if I've written one for that particular AU. If you don't want to see them just uhh I dunno block the rinse AUs tag or something sure there you go anyway here's to the first group

Sunset Order AU - An AU about Dale, Warren, and their parent’s backstory. This includes something I created called the Sunset Order which is a branch off of the Knights of Dawn for any kind of behind-the-scenes work that would need to be done, including getting hands dirty (which was made while the Sphinx was the head of the Knights). When Dale is forced into the magical world not exactly by choice, he has to quickly adapt and continue to care for Warren after the recent deaths of their parents alongside uncovering secrets from their past. In its entirety, this is self-indulgent and cobbled together by how little we know about their past/the past of Fablehaven. (No excerpt written)

Street Magic AU - Another short idea I had where magic is more widely known, and the preserves instead serve as schools (very, very prestigious schools). This is in a much more modern world, and magic is incredibly complicated to wield. So, it's often not used unless you pay for the education. Much of the population cannot use magic because of this. Kendra, having shown a proficiency in her understanding of magic, is able to get a full-ride scholarship to what would be Fablehaven's school. Meanwhile, Seth (who is not good at typical academics, studying, and the like) finds a typical, yet hidden, magician's shop and begins to learn magic there instead, under many people's noses (as he does). While Kendra begins to learn what secrets Fablehaven was built on, Seth learns magic in its entirety, not the typical watered-down version by society. (No excerpt written)

Viridity - This one is very near and dear to my heart, but it may not be that near and dear to some others because one of the main people it focuses on is Knox and it also has to acknowledge the end of Dragonwatch (whatever that was). This is a character study on Knox, Seth, and the relationship between them, as they're the same age but such different people in such different situations. This deals with reflections, comparisons, and interactions between them in almost one-shot form. This is partially an AU because I change bits and pieces of the end of Dragonwatch as I wish, but I also keep it as a plot in order to sow doubt after the fact. This fanfiction is about masks, late night conversations, sleep deprivation, and the inherent doubt that is included in growing up (Excerpt Incoming).

Silence worked its way around the room again, filling the gaps no longer in a comfortable way, but in a way where it sunk into their bones, sidled up next to them and breathed down their necks. A shiver rattled down Seth’s spine as an undercurrent began to flow of some emotion he couldn’t identify. Breaths were no longer easy to come by as they had been moments before. Now, suddenly, Seth stood in the kitchen with someone else when before, he had been happily existing alone. It felt… off. Wrong. As if Knox’s eyes could somehow pierce through his very being, analyze him… despite knowing Knox couldn’t—wouldn’t—do that. Kendra would, of course, but not Knox. Not… Knox didn’t have the brainpower to do that, probably. Even now, he spun and flicked the milk bottle cap on the table, looking frustrated every time it spun out and fell. Seth would usually laugh at him, say something about the stupid face he made every time he failed, but Seth couldn’t. Tonight, the tension hung heavy in the air like a smog, having followed Seth down ever since his dream—nightmare, not dream, his mind tugged at him—and it wouldn’t go. It wouldn’t leave. “I’m sorry.” The word slipped from his mouth like a whisper, a small wisp that gets caught up in the smog. He didn’t know why the words came from his mouth—whether it stood as a betrayal from his mind or sleep deprivation finally grasping him in its claws. Maybe… maybe Knox hadn’t heard him. Maybe this would blow over and mean nothing. Knox, meanwhile, stared at Seth, eyes wide and bottle cap forgotten, halfway teetering off the edge before it fell, plummeting to the ground with a sharp clatter. “…What?” Well, shit.

(If you have any questions, want to comment, send an ask, anything else, please do! I love these AUs with my whole heart, whether or not they're anywhere close to being done and I'm going to keep sharing them)

[hannahcrowley]

Welcome!

Hi! I am the admin of this blog, and this blog is specifically for rping in the Twisted Wonderland community o: My friend @castaway-achlys got me into this by telling me all sorts of wonderful things about his experience so far, and I am finally joining. Below are some disclaimers and rules, and the character the blog is centered around! Thanks!

Rules

Be kind! Whether to me or others, this blog is made for fun and I'm just here to have a good time with my friend and try and make more twst friends!

Try not to be weird (in a bad way). I don't mind weird, but even I have limits.

Pro-shippers, MAPs, racists, homophobes, transphobes, etc. Do not interact.

If you are a minor please do not interact with NSFW posts I may make! My character is an adult and as such has those sort of experiences. I will block you if you are a minor interacting with such posts!!

OCs and Canon characters are definitely allowed to interact! I promise I only bite a little :D

Please try not to spam my messages too much! I don't mind the occasional spam from friends and mutuals, but like, at least talk with me a bit first before you absolutely spam me lol

I ask kindly that you don't vent to me unless we are good friends!! And please ask before you vent (unless you are like super close). I don't mind vents, I just have my own issues I am dealing with as well!

Please use tone tags if asked, as I do struggle reading tone in text.

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Admin is over 25 years of age! Keep that in mind when interacting!

Admin is cis female, pansexual, and polyamorous.

Admin uses she/her pronouns, but is chill with whatever comes up for them.

Admin has a lot of mental health issues, including AuDHD!

Admin can interact with oc and other characters!

Will mostly appear in tags!!

About Hannah!

Hannah is 21 years of age and was born on May 19th. She is a taurus.

Hannah is pansexual and polyamorous.

Hannah is Crowley's adopted daughter, who he had kept hidden away on campus. She basically raised herself after age 4 and has been living in the teacher's dorms on campus in an abandoned room. No one goes near the room! She does not respect her father, but does still love him... somewhat.

Hannah is in the Diasomnia dorm.

Hannah was chosen by the mirror at age 16 but her letter was kept sealed by Crowley, as he was not ready to let her out into the world.

Hannah is a first year as a result at the age of 21.

Hannah's hobbies consist of singing, drawing, cooking, and reading. She loves romance books in particular!

Hannah is 5ft tall.

Hannah has long, dark brown hair, and hazel eyes that tend to be a bit of a dirty green.

I will post images of Hannah from time to time on this blog, as I do tend to draw her a lot when I'm bored or warming up for commissions. (Admin does do art and may occasionally post!)

Anon List!

This is just a place to put anon's who frequent the blog! :D

Thank you cafekitsune for the free to use dividers!

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

It would be so cool if you could do a Casper and Charlie zombie apocalypse au :] I hope your doing well and your posts make my day

BLUSHING I MAKE YOUR DAY⁉️

Zombie apocalypse Au

Casper and Charlie were at Casper's house when news spread about the zombies. So their main base of operation is Casper's house.

To be nice Charlie's parents were evacuated somewhere safe but they just don't know where bc everyone was separated for safety measures.

Charlie is the one who scouts ahead for things they need since as he said before "quiet as a mouse." So he mostly get supplies.

Casper is the defender when both have to go outside together. They know how to use a blade and a gun. Pretty sure chalice can use a gun too!

If they do end up finding people Casper is the one to interrogate them. Both of they survived so long bc of Casper's interrogating. And with Charlie checking them out to see what the people have.

You can think either other listeners and their boys are found by them or not (idk it's hot and my brain is FRIED.)

Charlie did try and compact Auron to see if he's okay but the call didn't go through Casper tried as well contacting friends and family but most calls didn't go through bc of the lines being torn down by holds of zombies.

All Casper could think about is the global announcement of telling everyone to stay inside and not go out. That was a month ago, where everyone stayed inside till some did bot giving a fuck about the global warning. This caused zombies to spring everywhere, so Casper and Charlie locked the house up and kept the lights off to preserve power incase they needed it.

First it was quiet that week some people leaving to visit realities or cities till the screams started. People breaking in because of the police not responding to calls about break ins. But the noises of the zombies tearing into people's flesh, that kept most people inside. Out of sight so they weren't targeted.

But after a month food was running low in the house. Charlie was skipping meals and Casper didn't want him to feel like he was taking too much. And here they were dressed in gear incase they were attacked and armed. Casper had their gun with them also their switchblade, Charlie got a spiked baseball bat.

They walked slowly and quietly down the block. Not using the car because it made too much noise. But Casper lived near a grocery store anyways, om the way there though. It was horrid, dead people om the floor, blood, and some fires. Casper had to keep Charlie by their side as he got distracted by all the chaos that was around them.

After seeing all of that Casper was doubtful if there was any supplies or food in the grocery store. There was but not a lot, as they were going down isles one by one, Casper heard something. Then they were grabbed harshly by a decaying hand, with a curse they stabbed the zombies head ad Charlie hit it's body to help.

When it was confirmed dead Charlie held onto Casper desperately. This pushed Casper to get stronger and Charlie to get smarter. That was a month ago. Crazy how time flies when no one is alive anymore to chat with you.

Unless you do meet other groups but they try and kill you for supplies. Casper still feels the tingle of blood on their hands. The guilt crawling up their back for protecting Charlie from someone who tried to kill him. The people they've killed added up as more time went by.

But they didn't talk about it. They needed to survive. To protect eachother so their sanity wouldn't be lost. Charlie was getting skittish, food from the grocery was going. The other stores were too broken or infested to go in.

They need to move "Charlie." The blond snapped his head to them "Y-yeah?" Casper held his face gently "We need to move. Somewhere where we can grow food or can be supplied easier." He nodded. But Casper can see the worry I'm his eyes.

"Where would we go? We don't really know if there shelters somewhere or..." Casper nodded then looked out the window to the car. "How about...we drive in one direction for as long as we can? Then walk the rest of the way?" Charlie nodded. It maybe not be a good idea. But it was the only one that seemed reasonable. They needed to get somewhere they can plant food.

Packing everything was silent, both go use to being quiet for patrols or scouting. Casper had to keep their head high for Charlie. He took the upbringing of the zombies harder than they did. Casper wish that they can stop this all, to give him a peace of mind. But for now, they'll protect him no matter what.

[trigunsbbygirl]

Meryl with a very tall S/O?

I really love how you write knives, and I hope to see more of your posts in the future! Keep doing what you love buddy!! ❤️

thank you so much!!<3 I had to tease Meryl a little sorry- "imagine being short" I say as if I'm taller than her by a lot LOL

•she's used to being surrounded by tall people so she isn't exactly intimidated by you when you first met. (unless you're either taller than Vash or just give off scary vibes)

•anyways, just because she's short doesn't mean she won't (lovingly) kick your ass if you tease her too much.

•if you call her shortie or anything of the likes, Meryl gets really huffy and tells you to either call her by her name or find a new (loving) nickname.

"anything for you my majestic mini queen," you say, rather amused.

Meryl smacks your chest before walking away yelling out, "you know what, that's Meryl Stryfe to you now!"

you can only laugh and chase after her to make up for your teasing.

•okay I'm done teasing her, I'm sorry I love her but I had to-

•Meryl loves wearing your clothes, especially hoodies. they engulf her and help her stay warm during the cold nights! it's a plus that they smell like you too.

•if you aren't there for whatever reason or busy when she gets cold, Meryl will tuck her legs into the shirt or hoodie she's wearing. it's a really cute sight and you have plenty of photos of her like that.

•whenever you maneuvere yourself to the block the sun from her eyes and Meryl feels her heart beat just a little faster when you do that. it's not something she's ever asked you to do and her oh,, she loves and appreciates you so much.

•you are the only one! that is allowed to put your elbow on her head! you don't do it often though, but when you do she just huffs and wraps an arm around you.

•Wolfwood saw you do that once and saw how Meryl didn't do anything or really react so he decided to do it and tease her saying "how's it going down there, shortie?" he got a punch to the stomach(with no real anger dw) as Meryl ranted not to do that and to call her by her name. she knows he never will though, but Wolfwood did stop putting his elbow on her.

•Meryl uses you as a sheild if any bugs come her way. she'll grab onto your jacket and angle you around so she can't see the bug. or if you're scared of them too, you can pick her up and run towards the safety of behind Vash who will shoo the bug away. (Wolfwood the asshole, he'll grab the bug and chase you guys with it.)

•she will absolutely pull you down by the collar of your shirt (or tie) to kiss you sometimes. especially to shut you up.

•occasionally when you guys sleep, Meryl will cuddle up to your side, placing herself in the crook of your arm, or being the little spoon. she prefers sleeping back against back or holding hands, but it's nice to be in your arms ever now and then.

• Meryl actually adores being carried by you in the comfort of your hotel room or out in the dessert when the car has broken down.

•Meryl feels bad when you offer to carry her out in the desert, she may be thirsty and a bit tired, but she can still walk. although, if you do insist, she'll hop onto your back. she's fallen asleep a few times that way.

•or, she'll be focused on checking her list for a supply run the next day, or maybe just got out of the bathroom, having showered when you'll surprise her by picking up bridal style. Meryl will yelp, looking at you with wide eyes, your own soft smile and eyes staring back. you tell her that you hope one day you can carry her like this, but instead of in a hotel room, you hope it's when you're walking down the isle of a church after that special kiss.

•Meryl shut down for a minute, blushing hard as you laughed lightly at her reaction.

she can't help but imagine it too

[calypsolemon]

One of the many reasons you're wrong is that no one has ever said that transmascs can't harm transfems. We are equal in the oppression we face and TMA/TME discourse does, in fact, exist entirely as a euphemism, people are constantly using it as a synonym for transmasc without even realizing how mask off it is. That is who you were talking about, literally, and it's insanely disingenuous to pretend like everyone else is weird for noticing your plain English. Right now people are still spreading the lie that the person who coined the term "androphobia" has a fetish for raping trans lesbians, when it was actually him indulging his girlfriend's kink and these same people loudly insist a trans woman's kinks can never be side-eyed for any reason at all. The blatant hypocrisy is just so revolting.

And that's not even getting into the millions of ways this stuff hurts transfems, but I'd be more than happy to educate you on transfeminism unless you're unwilling to listen to a trans WLW voice.

I've quite literally seen people claim that transmascs can't harm transfems. I've seen this take. With my eyes. And I simply cannot bow to the idea that transmascs and transfems are equal in their oppression when only one of those are being categorically picked off this website one by one by staff, and only one of those has a whole widespread popular hate movement centered around ousting them from the queer community and legislating them out of existence.

I am not unwilling to listen to a transfem voice. The only reason why these asks have been answered at all instead of resulting in an immediate block is because it's coming from a transfem. But like literally all you have said so far is a massive "nuh-uh" to me talking about the things I've actually witnessed people doing, tell me I'm saying shit I haven't said, brought up a discourse I didn't even mention (my feelings on "transandrophobia" as a transmasc nb are kinda moot bc I simply don't like to define my own oppression by that term regardless of it's origin), and made a condescending response to my original post. I don't see why YOUR VOICE in specific is the only one I should listen to rather than the many transfems I see openly discussing their experiences with harassment on this website. ESPECIALLY when the post that sparked this discussion in the first place was me talking about my own feelings regarding why I'm distrustful of the rhetoric of rejecting TME because it literally reflects my own experiences with being told I can't define my oppressors. You assumedly wanna make space for transmascs to talk about their oppression, but apparently I can't discuss how my own community makes me uncomfortable with the rhetoric it has decided to recycle without getting "schooled" on a untagged post that had like 6 whole notes before you reblogged it.

So no, I'm not particularly interested in being educated at the university of keeping my eyes closed and not forming my own opinion

[cboffshore]

Since I saw you reblogging an ask post...

I was reading one of your fics on ao3 (I forgot which one :,) ) and in one of the notes you mentioned that there were certain Skybound angst tropes that you weren't quite fond of. So what are those tropes if you do mind me asking?

Hey there! Starting off with a SPICY one, that's fun. I've probably got that note on all of my Skybound stuff in some way, shape, or form, because aside from being my personal preferences, these tropes I don't like run DEEP in the fandom. This is going to get long, so under the cut we go! (Cw/tw for mentions of SA and related topics.)

There are three main tropes in Skybound fic that I dislike, but they appear so often and in so many forms that it's impossible to name them all, so they're split into three main categories for ease here. Ordered from least to most irritating:

Probably the least annoying on this list: violence and gore. This is the most understandable one that shows up - after all, this is a fighting show, and of course we've got that whole eyepatch scene to reckon with - but it's still a little annoying. I can usually work past it unless it's take 62837272727 of someone gouging out Jay's eye or a souped up Scrap n Tap scene with nothing added but more blood and gratuitous violence. Doesn't matter how creative it is, that's usually enough to make me close out unless the fic has something cooler to offer. It gets boring fast, okay? Like, I completely get it most times, but it's been done to death. Not always a total deal breaker, though. I've used shades of it in my own work, so I can't condemn it entirely.

A lethal pairing I like to call Sopping Wet Cat Jay and Therapy Dog Nya- usually comorbid, very rarely independent. This also usually presents in post-Skybound reveal/healing style fics. Sopping Wet Cat Jay is when all Jay (when presented with Skybound memories or reminders) is capable of is being absolutely, well, sopping wet and pathetic about it. Lots of crying and wailing and nightmares. Therapy Dog Nya is the traditional response to this, where Nya forgets her own trauma entirely to be a huggable object and supplier of gentle reassurance that nothing that happens to Jay was his fault. Again, I completely understand why people write these, but I feel very strongly that they're a disservice to BOTH characters. Jay flew the Keep (ETA: originally wrote Jeep lmao) straight into the Temple and threatened to turn Nadakhan into French toast! Nya DIED after spending all season trying to advocate for herself and her independence! Did we even watch the same show? Sure doesn't feel like it when I see this trope. Absolutely, yes, trauma presents weirdly down the line - but this as the default response always seems weird to me. And it shows up so, so often. Worse still is when a fic might try to give Nya a little agency and nod at her trauma, only to spin on its heel the moment the author decides Jay needs to start sobbing about mops or something. (I'm probably coming off bitter here, but let's be real: this has been happening for seven years. I'm tired.)

This one is an absolute deal breaker: gratuitous sexual assault and/or capital R offenses. Doesn't matter who it happens to, honestly, but the absolute worst is when it happens to Jay (perpetrated by Nadakhan) and when the author acts like it's canon and writes as if it's a given. I actually have already written an entire two part essay on this - part one is here, with a link to part two at the end. Some of my stances in part two have shifted slightly (for instance, I've recently blocked both case study authors because every time I see someone endorsing their work, I want to deep fry my thumbs), but for the most part, this essay conveys my feelings on, nuances of, and rough history of this trend WAY better than I can here. And if you thought #2 came off kinda bitter, well. This essay is battery acid, but I mean every word. An opinion I didn't fully examine in the essay is that I also feel it's a disservice to Nadakhan's character - he's FASCINATING, so to see him reduced to a r*pist just makes me mad. Go after him for his CANON crimes, please. Stop making stuff up!!

Anyway - thanks for the ask! If you read the essay and have any questions, please let me know.

[vilevexedvixen]

Had a thought at work today about sex repulsion and how to help people understand it / realise it's not being prudish.

I like to think any kind of repulsion - sexual or romantic - to be like a sensory sensitivity. Something someone has no control over, they just feel it.

When people complain about sex and romance being ~everywhere~ that can confuse, annoy, or even anger those who don't seem to think it's that pervasive. This perceived pervasiveness makes sense if you are sensitive to it, you notice it more while others won't / can block it out. Likewise, if you have sensory sensitivities anywhere with electric lighting will have an irritating buzz that you notice but others (who aren't sensitive to it) won't. In fact, if you ask someone to turn off the buzzing sound or even point it out, it is likely to confuse, annoy, or anger whomever you point it out to.

That is to say insisting "The world is sexual / romantic and if you don't think so you're stupid / aren't paying attention" (Thank you Mr. Bradley for your input) is both untrue and unhelpful. It IS true that there is everpresent electric lighting in most populated spaces these days, so the buzzing IS everpresent for those who perceive it. For those who don't, despite the prevelance of electric lighting, the buzzing is nonexistent (often even after being pointed out).

This leads people to turn on those lights without thinking to warn their friends who are sensitive to it, or even think to not do it. Much like how people might not even realise they're overstepping a sex or romance repulsed person's boundaries, think to check for said boundaries, or remember they exist if they were previously informed about them. It's reasonable to ask for sex or romance (PDA) to neither be shown nor discussed.

I do genuinely feel sorry for anyone surrounded by gossip girls and fuckbois who are seemingly obsessed with shipping, romantic relationships and sex. I don't personally know anyone actually like that and almost never discuss any of that in casual conversation unless someone else brings it up (my posts about kink and sex are exclusve to tumblr and discussions with people I already know are comfortable with both topics, and I try to keep actual hornyposting to a minimum). Hence my initial annoyance at this insistence that EVERYONE who isn't explicitly aro/ace is some uncreative sex-obsessed freak of allonormativity, because I and no one I have ever met irl is like that except for the uni rugby team. Allonormativity (as described by most ace youtubers) seems solely existent in film and tv. Granted often media is reflective of real life, so clearly I'm just lucky with the very much not allonormative community I've grown up in. My parents never expected me to have sex or experience romance (didn't care whether I did or didn't engage with it; they also dread the idea of either me or my sibling getting married or having children, and were generally encouraged to literally do ANYTHING but that) and the same goes for everyone else in my life.

I can't imagine being surrounded by people who only want to talk about things that make you deeply uncomfortable, that's awful.

With the sensory sensitivity analogy in mind, a rave would be sensory hell. Some people might have no desire to attend one ever. Others might know they won't enjoy it but still feel FOMO. Others still might never think to go but like the social aspect of it and just put up with the overstimulating parts.

There's an expectation (especially by my parents' generation) that you're social and party hard or else you're not really living or seen as antisocial. That's obviously untrue, you can just prefer doing things alone or in small groups, but doesn't stop people thinking that way.

Likewise, people disengaged from or repulsed by expected sexual or romantic activities are similarly othered. Seen as weird or even less human for doing so. An absurd view of people.

Anywho, it's ok to roll your eyes at this if you're repulsed. This is meant as a helpful analogy for people who, like me, initially misunderstood sex and romantic repulsion to be way more judgemental than it is (people can be judgemental, but it's not the sex or romantic repulsion that makes the person judgemental).

[battle-subway-ghost]

Intro.

Never been good at introducing myself. But, here we go.

I'm Paris. Or Ghost. Either one works. Ghost is a nickname, and has been an alias for a while now. I don't really care which one you want to call me. Anyways, I'm 24, and my pronouns are he/him.

I used to fight in the Battle Subway a lot. So if you remember a guy named "Ghost" from there, that's probably me. That's all over now though, I've been living in Galar for a while now. Still connected to my Unovan roots though. Imagine some braviary sound effects here, I don't fucking know.

If you think you recognize me, firstly no you don't. I keep my face private for a reason. Secondly, don't come up to me if you aren't looking to have a battle. Not gonna force you but I don't like talking to strangers outside of that.

So my horse accidentally posted a video of me getting attacked by my rival's Froslass. So my face is kinda out there now. Don't fucking harass me or shit like that, don't be a weirdo. (and no, this doesnt mean ill be posting more pictures of myself. Don't ask.)

Anyways. Enough about me, here's my team.

I've also got a battler in-training, and 3 rattata that I keep as pets. I might as well give 'em all a graphic here.

FAQ because people in real life keep asking me this:

Q: Cheri looks very pink. Is that normal? A: Yes, he does. It probably is.

Q: Is that a shiny alolan rattata? A: No. Bean is albino.

Q: What's wrong with Grungle? A: Nothing. He's a weird subspecies or hybrid, not sure which yet. Either way, he's REALLY FUCKING BLUE NOW, HOLY SHIT. He's safe though- it's not dangerous.

Dunno what else to say here. My main interests are battling, so if you have any questions about that, feel free to ask me. I'm not an actual EXPERT on it or anything, but it's whatever.

Hello! This is the OOC part of the introduction! I follow from @act11as, and ooc posts will be tagged as such, and will usually have the color green. I don't always do this, as it can be grating to look at after a while.

My rotomblr "hub" account is @battle-subway-aftershow!

Muse is an adult, mod is a minor. Don't be weird, or I'll screenshot your ask and make fun of you with my friends. Into the hall of shame with you.

(Weird: NSFW/Suggestive asks, fetish mining, etc. Do not fucking do these.)

Additionally: If your main is NSFW, please do not follow me. I will block you for my own comfort.

ALL TRIGGER WARNINGS WILL BE TAGGED AS "[word] tw"! This is to make it easier to blacklist things! if I ever miss something or you need me to tag something in specific, shoot me an ask or a dm! I'll try to remember.

Guidelines/Rules I guess?

*ALMOST ANY kind of Pokemon Irl blog can interact! Eeby deebies, sapient pokemon, evil teams, whatever! I cannot guarantee that Paris will be nice to you, (ESPECIALLY an evil team) or believe you.

*Self-Insert fallers, please do not interact. I personally cannot handle these kinds of blogs. Self-insert ocs are fine, but the idea of a real person on rotomblr being isekaid into Pokémon is not.

IN CHARACTER anon hate is perfectly fine! Be an asshole to Paris! Keep in mind that I won't always respond to these however, especially if they go too far in my eyes.

PARIS CAN AND WILL BE AN UNRELIABLE NARRATOR! He doesn't know all the details, he can be wrong, he can flat out lie. Just something to keep in mind!

Extra:

Mystery Gifts are now open! And Preferred! Feel free to go crazy with this ^^

Pelipper Mail, un-mail, and Malice are always open! Feel free to torment this guy whenever you so please. (links go to the source posts for all 3 lol)

Musharna mail, (sending dreams) and Musharna malice (sending nightmares) are always on! Once again feel free to torment this guy.

Magic anons are usually off, unless I specifically specify otherwise!

Organizational tags:

#[nickname] the [pokemon] - Most posts about Paris' pokemon should be tagged like this.

#mind's eye - Usually ask games- these are not things Paris would actually say out loud, at least in the way the post says it, to a degree! Consider these semi-canon in nature. Feel free to press him outside of ask games, if you see something interesting though ^^

#Paris used Sleep Talk - a bit of a mixed bag, posts made by Paris either when he’s tired, falling asleep, or actually asleep. Usually angst but can be memes as well. Mixed bag like I said

#rival tag - Tag for posts mentioning/about Paris' rival, also known as @/subzeroiceshard

#mylah tag - Tag used for @/tinkatinktrain- Paris' friend.

#sprite tag - Tag used for @/thatfailedpokemontrainer- similar situation to the above.

#frosty tag - Tag used for @/frosty-sneasel!

#bluebird anon/bluebird tag - Tag used for @/blu3b1rdsss!

#beedrill tag - Tag used for @/a-nickits-den!

#shilo tag - Tag for @/shilo-sumac!

Previous arcs/Lore:

#A Frosty Reception / #A Frosty Reception 2.0 - Takeovers of one of Paris' childhood friends. done twice because I kept getting sick :(

#Gone Fishing Arc - Paris fucked off into the woods and almost never returned! Good look into his character. (warnings for pokemon attacks, injury, and frostbite)

#Kicked to Kanto - Smaller thing, what it says on the tin.

#Team Fauna - Inconsistently tagged, but should have the vital bits in the general area? (Check "Cult tw" if otherwise). Paris goes undercover in a cult to save his friends. This does not have consequences whatsoever (obviously, warning for cults.)

#Unraveling arc - Post Team Fauna- Something strange is going on with Paris' reality... It seems to be falling apart! Unraveling, even! (Warnings for horror, body horror, and unreality)

#Greyed Walls Event - The aftermath of Unraveling. Our Paris is missing, and a curious foxlike entity has gotten involved... (Askblog-style event- this is an AU of Paris, set in a post-apocalyptic world!) (Mild warning on top of the obvious apocalypse for horror and talks about injury + amputation!)

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And finally, for music enjoyers- Here's his playlist! NOW ON YOUTUBE TOO BECAUSE FUCK SPOTIFY!

[frostise]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆

BASICS

name / alias: venus

pronouns: she/her/they/them

blog type: single muse. multi-muse. non selective. semi selective. selective. mutuals only. private. other (specify)

type of muse: canon. oc's. both. other (specify)

GENERALITIES

tiggers people MUST tag: eye horror. i recently found this out and it's the extremely detailed, slimy kind that looks as if it's going to fall out of the eye sockets. trypophobia as well thank you

interest tracker / checker: i have it and it's mandatory. i have it, it's not mandatory but i'm more likely to follow back / interact with the people who fill it. i have one and i prefer it if people fill it in. i have it but it's up to the people whether to fill it or not. i don't have one. other (specify)

reblog karma: i practise it. i practise it sometimes but i never expect you to send in a ask if you feel too pressured. i don't practise it. i always reblog memes from the source (as in, i will never reblog off your account because i fear it would bother you). indifferent.

rule passwords: i have one and it's mandatory. i have one and it's optional. i don't have one. i send passwords. i don't sent passwords because i have anxiety

ESSENTIAL RULES PEOPLE HAVE TO RESPECT

the basic rp etiquette

i'm a firm believer of keeping your dash a safe, stress free space. i don't mind if we never got the chance to interact and you soft blocked me because of that reason or if you got too overwelmed with reaching out first. believe me, i know the feeling lmfao

don't start drama out of nowhere because of miscommunication or if my muse offended you. they are a villain for a reason. mun does not equal muse. same goes for unnecessary vague posting or gaslighting. i hate that shit

i am a slow roleplayer. don't hound me every minute for replies. this is supposed to be a safe place for me outside of my personal life. i get distracted, i'm forgetful and i'm a human being with feelings

i value communication and politeness. i would appreciate if you're being honest to me without being a dickhead about it. especially if a thread is randomly dropped because you had no inspiration for it. i would understand why that happened and we can start plotting another thread. if i make you uncomfortable then say so, otherwise i would assume everything is fine between us. you're also free to drop me as a rp partner for whatever reason as long as it ends on a good note

i will never practice favoritism! i love writing with you mutuals equally

rp is a two way street. you and i are free to reject a ship or a concept plot. it's nothing personal. we are also here to support each other via liking/commenting headcanons, sending asks ect

IMPORTANT PET PEEVES TO KEEP IN MIND

elitist rpers that only follow because of fancy graphics/tags and have a large number of following as if they were superior to those without it

never assume i ignore you if i'm online. i will get back to you when i have the time for it. i'm mostly here because i have writing to finish or i'm sending in asks

i hate it when people guilt trip me. i won't stand for it

THINGS THAT WILL LEAD TO INSTANT SOFT OR HARD BLOCKING

only mutuals can like/reblog from my account but please don't spam me. it messes up my notifications. non-mutuals using me as a resource blog is annoying and would result in a hard block. i have a carrd for a reason

if you post too much occ negativity. it starts to effect my mood rapidly

i rarely hard block mutuals unless i find out you're a toxic person with heavy evidence against you

DNI personals (unless you're a personal with a side rp blog and we're mutuals then you're fine ^^) i don't want my posts to be reblogged or known outside of the rp community. a soft block will be my first warning, but if you try it again it's a instant hard block. no spamming here

THINGS THAT LEAD ME TO UNFOLLOW

vague posting. if you're not bothered to solve the issue like a adult then i will unfollow you

if you stalk, harrass, bully me or my rp partners

tagging: link is in the header. steal it ♡

[darklovecat]

other glow up tips?

My Experience with Lasik Eye Surgery (Trans-PRK).

Investing in laser eye surgery was one of my most important parts of my physical glow up. My eyes are my best features, they're pretty, big round, dark brown, but didn't exactly work (5 dioptries). Either way, you couldn't tell because they were either hidden behind a frame of glasses, blodshot and half-closed due to lenses, or covered by extremely unnatural looking bright blue color contacts (God please forgive me). I ditched them all, got them lasered and look and feel 100% better.

Lenses.

I hate them. All the times I dropped and lost them, all the times my eyes would turn watery the moment I put them on, and the one time it got stuck in my eye and I couldn't find it and almost had a panic attack. This is my own experience, I'm not an ophthalmologist, so take this with a grain of salt (or two) and do your own research please. I'm here to share my own personal experience. My eyes used to start tearing like crazy just with soft breezes of wind and at times it was hard to keep my eyes open even though I followed all instructions. Lenses made my eyes look hooded as well and after getting my eyes lasered they don't have that droopy look, my eye area looks so much more open and awake now. I hated the discomfort, the redness, the sensitivity, having to put them on, having to put them out, having them. There could be a million explanations for these but it was just easier for me to get my eyes lasered and call it a day.

The surgery.

You put on your surgical gown and a hair cap, you lay down, they give you local anesthesia so you can't feel any pain in your eye. Laser beam for 10 seconds (felt more like 10 minutes). The surgery itself does not feel painful, just extremely uncomfortable, you can't close or move your eyes for 10 seconds, my surgeon counted back from 10 but I swear it felt like an eternity. I cried while they were lasering my eyes because I always do and I kept pinching myself and shaking my legs because I felt very nervous and was probably PMSing, but there is no actual pain, just intense discomfort and pressure, the actual pain only comes after the anesthesia wears off after a few hours, I would say it is a 7.5/10, you wear black goggles for 2 weeks, your eyes sting like crazy, it's like having dry eyes 24/7 for 2 weeks. And then 2 weeks later you wake up and your eyes actually work (miracle). I remember taking them off for the first time after weeks and being absolutely shocked about how well I could see (and at how terrible my eyebrows looked).

1 year later...

I wake up, I have 10/10 vision, and I love it. I feel like I can see better now than ever, I don't have to deal with eye sensitivities due to lenses, or worry about accidentally sitting on my glasses, I feel prettier too. There's another thing that feels very hard for me to describe, but I feel like I am directly living in the world, I feel more in touch with the world, my lenses and glasses always felt like a barrier. After your surgery, you need to wear sunglasses for 6 months. Not an issue, you should protect your eyes in any case and protecting them from the sun's UV rays has always been essential for me regardless. They need to be big especially on the sides so your eyes are protected.

To sum it up, here are my tips:

Go to a very reputable doctor at a specialized eye clinic. My doctor had 25 years of experience and over 50 000 cases.

Take all the medications that you are prescribed post-surgery and follow all instructions, focus on healing after your surgery.

Invest in a pair of high-quality UV blocking sunglasses. No, that chewed up pair from H&M you got 2 years ago won't cut it.

Reduce screen time, blue light blocking filters are your best friend. Make sure you have a support person.

You need to go to a highly reputable place obviously, you can't cheap out unless you have another pair of eyes, your doctor needs to be very experienced and good at what he does, use what resources you have to read up on your doc and his work, his ratings should be very high and of people who are happy with their results. My mom, my aunt, my grandpa all got LASIC eye surgery 20 years ago so naturally, I followed in their eye steps because they were all happy with their results. You need a support person, my parents were right with me during and after the surgery, my mom picked out the hospital and doctor for me and I could not go out of bed for 2 weeks so make sure you have some good podcasts ready and take at least 2 weeks off.

Feel free to message me or drop an ask if you have any questions.