#and i feel as though my lack of ooc talking to people may have been them feel unaprpeciated

[salemwithsolutions]

Im going insane over these songs they r Batfam coded

Amélie Farren's Music is SO batfam coded I need people to understand this like so badly- I listen to 'Suffering' and think about Cass, Tim and Damian (Or Tim, Kon and Bernard), And then 'Heavens gate' with Tim/Dick, Damian and Jason like PLEASE YOU NEED TO UNDERSTAND IM BEGGING WARNING I HAVENT READ LIKE ALOT OF THE COMICS I JUST REALLY LIKE BATFAM AND THIS IS PROBABLY OOC AND MY OWN IMTERPRETATION!!

I am obsessed with Heaven's Gate specifically, because it just fits so well in my head, and maybe I'm just crazy but like please- 'I created those around me Though, I don't know which is worse 'Cause playing god is funny 'til you have to choose who's dying first I became the thing I feared, taking their lives in my hand' Bruce, talking about the Robins, how he inevitably created them the same way he created Batman himself, 'Til you have to choose whos dying first' talking about Jason, the loss and how he blames himself for what happened. 'My innocence had consequences that I still don't understand I was told that I was vital in the plan to save my life So I promised mine in hopes I'd be the one holding the knife Our bodies were the vehicle, transporters of the soul I was young and bold and stupid in a six-foot self-dug hole' This Verse is Dick, the innocence in creating Roin as a way to hone his anger, that inevitably would have consequences as the 'Mantle' was passed down between siblings, despite never being a Mantle in the first place. 'I was young and bold and stupid in a six-foot self-dug hole' Makes me think about the tension between him and bruce, which has never really gone away since he was a teen, and how it inevitably led to many horrible things happening, because of the lack of contact between the two. 'Was I thе only one to question anything they said? I takе it back, I'll follow 'til I fly or 'til I'm dead My immortal evolutionary traits are still intact I am unapologetic for the sympathy I lacked I left my body back in California 'cause I'm weak Overdosed on phenobarbital, It's part of my mystique' This Verse, despite being a continuation of Dicks verse, is a Tim verse to me. 'I am unapologetic for the sympathy I lacked' When Tim came into the batfam, they were still grieving Jasons death, and while he may have felt guilty or ad, there was little space for him to feel apologetic for pushing himself into the family the way he did, because if he didn't, Bruce would have continued to go on how he was, and may have gone too far/died if he wasn't careful. 'I left my body back in California 'cause I'm weak Overdosed on phenobarbital, It's part of my mystique' During his Red Robin run, Tim left the old him back in Gotham, while he went out and committed crimes to find Bruce. Once he was back, he would have been a different person completely, having gone through so much on his time out there he wouldn't have come back the same person. 'So, in '97, I gave up my future I'd been raised to reject my human nature In the hopes that I'd be praised I thought SOS meant "save our souls" Instead, it meant jack shit 'Cause nobody came to help me when I told myself I'd quit I trusted blindly, was it wrong for me to latch on tight? 'Cause I didn't realize nettles stung and apples weren't all white Ignorance is bliss or maybe ignorance is bait 'Cause I didn't deserve heaven, but I'm standing at its gate' This is SO a Damian verse, and ill never get over it 1/3

[botanikos]

Good evening! 

While I hate to make such a large announcement and “kill the vibe” for the weekend, I really do need to set something straight. The world outside of roleplay is tumultuous and full of horrors, ailments, and struggles unique to each day. Writing is a hobby for many of us, I assume, and a reprieve from the chaos that hounds us. However, I cannot speak for anyone else; these are my words, and my feelings. 

I made this blog as a means to connect with others and write! Roleplay, to me, is what I have always enthusiastically described as collaborative storytelling. Not only that, but it is one of the easiest and most accessible and enjoyable means of relief for me. I get on my silly little blog to write and goof off. To step away from everything else around me. Sure, occasionally I let my own feelings for the day seep into my writing - but who doesn’t use their muse as a means to an end when things have been a little rough? In the end, I am here to have fun!

Like anyone else, however, I am unfortunately and fatally…human. I have feelings such as doubt, anger, frustration, anxiety, joy, compassion, etc.. There will be times where I may have the desire or need to let these feelings be known in an OOC post. It is my blog, and that is my right! That is every individual’s right; your blog should always be your safe space, and that is exactly what mine is: A safe space. That being said, I work hard to keep my blog safe not only for myself, but for my mutuals or anyone who might come across it. I tag anything and everything I should or can, when I remember to do so and as I see fit. What I will NOT engage in however, is drama, venting, or negative specific vague-posting. And I refuse to consistently let it be a constant presence any longer. 

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? 

My blog will remain a safe space for anyone seeking comfort, reprieve, or looking for advice provided we are mutuals. You may always approach me with any questions or concerns, especially if it is in regards to my/our writing or content on my blog. I encourage any discussions to be held in privacy between us either through tumblr IM or Discord (available upon request or when I occasionally offer it on the dash). 

I will NOT unfollow anyone for the occasional vent post. OOC venting and feelings are FINE! I make those too! My blog will have a LOT of OOC postings throughout the week and even peppered between replies and activity. My DMs are ALWAYS open if you are having a particularly hard time, and need someone to talk to (albeit, I may be delayed). 

What I WILL UNFOLLOW FOR includes but is not limited to: harassment of any kind, bullying, constant negativity, constant trauma dumping, constant acknowledgement of anonymous hate-mail, constant complaints of lack of interaction (ONLY if I have knowledge that I have reached out multiple times or reason to assume others have done so too), negative or derogatory vague posting of other users. Also, please keep in mind that I have other responsibilities outside of tumblr. While I may not immediately receive your message, see it, or response to it, it does not mean it will go ignored! Though it is no one's business, I have my own chronic conditions and experience varying degrees of social burn-out. I love chatting but can become easily overwhelmed! Give me time!

IN REGARDS TO BLOCKING - I do not block anyone without reason. So far, I have only ever blocked spam or porn bots. However, if I grow uncomfortable or have reason to doubt the safety of my space, I will not hesitate to hard block. You will not be given a warning, because again, I do not do this often / at all thus far. And for me to take this sort of action, it simply means I am unwilling to communicate my discomfort and for what I believe to be, good reason. I do not immediately block people I unfollow because on most occasions, if I unfollow someone it is either A) an accident or B) just that I don't vibe or see us interacting anytime soon or in the future. This does not inherently mean this won't change! Maybe later on I have expanded my abilities or have newfound interest / new perspectives! Neat! But unfollowing does not warrant an immediate block from me. Blocking is a SOLID and DEFINITE sentence. I do not do it lightly.

Please understand that I still wish to be a positive presence and will continue to do my best to provide this! But even I have my limits, my own external struggles, and I am weary… So very, very tired. 

If you have any GENUINE questions or concerns, please do not hesitate to reach out to me! I value communication and compassion above all things, and will happily engage in a civilized conversation about anything you might find unclear. 

Thanks for reading! 

Jude

[shrimplymoray]

This is... Very much self-indulgent and for my own comfort right now. So, excuse anything that may be off, or a bit OOC. TW: Apathy crisis, existential crisis.

Cronus Ampora x Reader - Apathy

Cronus was never the smartest fish in the sea when dealing with people, especially when it is other's feelings. He may seem like the emotional type of guy (he has cried multiple times for human love songs), but dealing with others is way out of his league. He - and the rest of the Beforus trolls for that matter - keep wondering how he managed to actually score one. He was used to shooting his shot at others and missing by well over a mile, so his oh-so-not-smooth flirts actually hitting a soft spot for you made him lose his composure, and get fidgety. An adorable view, truly. Though in past times his bluntness and lack of emotional knowledge never affected you, it seemed as though fate had other plans. Apathy. Something all 13 of you have become used, almost acquaintances to. Sadly, being used does not mean it is easy to deal with. Some of you, like Meulin and Rufioh, have mastered the art of surrounding yourself with others to get better. Latula and Porrim tend to dive into hobbies to lessen the effects. You? Oh... Even after what seemed like thousands of years, it is a mystery what actually helps you. That is why, this time, Cronus went too far for you. It was simple, you were faking till you got better, but he ran his mouth too much. "Heyy~ hot stuff, are ya mad at somefin? Did'ya stub yer toes? Ya so dry it shorelly must'vwe been somefin goin' on." A pause, and an answer "I don't know what you're talking about Cro." "Huh? C'mon, bae~ Lemme guess... Meenah talked shit 'bout yer hair?" "Is... there something with my hair?" "wvah- NONONO! No it, uh, it looks as great as ya! Like alwvays, I just, uh, y'knowv howv she can get, haha!" You knew he was not trying to make you mad, yet... He didn't seem charming when being a dork, this time. Your pause, the look in your void white eyes that stared at his, and your look at the distance. That showed him something really was up. And also that he fucked up big time by running his mouth today. "Hey... Hey, look at me." "What?" "Y'knowv ya can trust me, right? Ya been here for me, wvhat good of a matesprit wvould I be if I didn't do the same?" ... "It's the... the thing, again. This stupid thinkpan of mine can't seem to co-work with my bloodpumper. It's like... Y'know how, like, sometimes the reality hits us? that... that we are gonna be here, forever. We will never grow old, travel the world, or... or have a life, again. We are stuck in the bubbles, and we don't have a future ahead of us anymore. Any... certainty we had once, from the moment our session ended, it will never occur, like, ever again." "Wvoah..." It took a while, the two of you staring at the abyss, on the edge of the dreambubble you two have been sitting on, a special place for you, as this is one of your bubbles. No one said anything. You couldn't feel uncomfortable, at that moment. The lack of emotions took a deep toll on you, but you instinctively looked at Cronus. When he looked at you, however, he didn't seem worried. Or afraid. He took his goofy fake 'human' cigarette put it on the corner of his mouth, and gave you his side grin. Not the smug one, the one he puts whenever he is really confident about what he is going to say. "I mean, ya not wvrong, by any means but... heh... Do ya think it is bad? I mean, hey! Wve are gonna be all here forevwer, so that means wve can at least, like, be together for eternity or wvathevwer. I used to be pretty damn bad wvith these apathy shellnanigans but... I'm not really that afraid anemonemore. I havwe the best fuckin' matesprit in the wvhole 'bubbles and, like, I'm pretty damn shore I can live the rest of a boring eternity if I havwe ya to make it interestin'!" As you two stared to the far, far void of nothing, outside the bubble, you instinctively reached a hand on top of his, which, as always, sent his face into a violet blush mess, and managed to drag a smile and chuckle out of you. "Can't complain with that, really."

[justanotherthrowaway1950]

What do you think about the Zuko/Mai relationship because I personally feel that it has no development in the series and in the comics they made a mistake by separating them, I feel that not even the creators know how to carry out the relationship even though they ended up together

I talk about my thoughts on Maiko in more detail here, but I think essentially the main problem with Maiko is that there hasn't been enough content about them.

In the show, even though I wish Mai and her relationships were given more time and development, she was ultimately a tertiary character who existed to further Zuko and Azula's arcs. And the comics messed up not by having them break up, but by having them act in a toxic and OOC manner, as well fail to acknowledge said behavior and have them work on their flaws before getting back together.

Zuko and Mai breaking up makes sense. After spending her entire life under her parents' thumb, being Azula's "friend", and/or being Zuko girlfriend, it is natural for Mai to want to experience life on her terms before deciding to spend the rest of her as Fire Lady. Meanwhile, it makes sense that Zuko, a teenager with no relevant training on how to be a ruler, would want to focus on establishing his reign and figuring out his relationships with his newfound friends and broken family before entering into a serious relationship with Mai and eventually settling down with her. Not to mention, they don't know how healthy relationships look like due to growing up in abusive households.

But what doesn't make sense is how they broke up, or (some) of their actions afterwards. In my opinion, it was highly OOC behavior for post-DOBS Zuko to seek Ozai's advice, especially behind Mai's back. Likewise, it was highly OOC behavior for Mai to hide from Zuko and their allies and friends that her father was leading a pro-Ozai terrorist organization until people they cared about were hurt. But nevertheless, their actions could easily be hand-waved as them being teenagers in highly stressful situations and environments.

What is not so easily excusable is that none of the comics so far have seen them acknowledge their bad behavior or character flaws, or take steps to fix them. However, with Ashes of Academy seemingly focusing on Zuko and Mai, especially Mai, it appears that they will finally have them work on their issues before getting back together for good, or at least being on the path to getting back together for good. And in process, finally give the Maiko relationship the development it has been lacking for so long.

[hxly-fxther]

OOC;

I think it’s about time I talked about my thoughts on the event.

I would like to say, first, I appreciate and respect everyone who has attended this event and even more to those who had stuck around this far and to those who have participated as an “Antagonistic force” of the story. I deeply appreciate all the work that everyone has put in, the effort, determination and interest. It’s very nice to see how much this has impacted everyone involved. I have seen everyone grow steadily with their muses and quality of writing. This verse has achieved what I have wanted from it which was two things-

1. Bring people together who otherwise would never had the chance to write with one another.

2. Push characters to their limits and beyond to see who they truly are or offer a different perspective on their characters that writers otherwise wouldn’t.

I would say overall, I am happy and proud of everyone and the verse itself. There’s been so many good moments that I will cherish for the rest of my life and I hope that is the same for others.

However.

This is my first and quite possibly only event I will ever create and possibly attend as this endeavor has taken so much out of me to put together. Playing this role means to keep up with everything and everyone and while I do have help, which I do appreciate, at the end of the day I am the one who drives where the story is headed. Having so many things happen at once and trying to come with sensible conclusions that make everyone involved happy or content with the decision is next to impossible and more so heavily stressful on my shoulders.

It has been difficult to come onto this blog and continue things and the longer I take the more lore, need to conclude things piles onto my shoulders. I see everyone else becoming restless and burnt out just as I am.

I want to deliver a good ending but I believe it wouldn’t matter what ending we get as long as it’s the “good” ending. It feels as though whatever is delivered will be met with a sigh of relief instead of a feeling of profound feeling of accomplishment and earning that victory.

To be a little blunt, it has been almost eight months since this began and even longer when the thought of all of this had even been considered. I never planned for this to go on so long and I’m just stuck. There’s a lot demanded of me and I cannot even enjoy my muse outside of the event because almost everything I say is taken as something that’s compared to the event which locks what I can and can’t do on here to a degree that’s put such a heavy roadblock on this character.

It has been a stressful last couple of weeks between muse drama, mun drama and trying to work everything cohesively together and I have finally hit the point where I can no longer juggle what I used to be able to. I know this may discourage others and I am sorry, I have done what I can and I very much do plan on finishing this story but I cannot promise a ending that wraps everything in a nice bow like I would have liked.

Admitting that makes me… Upset. Sad. Everything. I once had multiple panic attacks a week with how I was going to finish all of this up but now I’ve become so jaded much like all of you that I just simply want it to end however way possible. The writings on the wall and it is ever unfortunate that this all needed to be said because this is or perhaps was, my biggest accomplishment I have ever managed in any given RPC.

I will not point fingers nor will I allow anyone to point fingers, if anyone has failed it was me. Lack of writing, energy, and too much leniency on my end has caused a lot of this and where the load was supposed to become lighter got heavier and it’s become too much.

I am sorry. At the home stretch I’ve failed you all and there is no better way to put how disappointed I am of myself for letting things become so difficult.

Again. I want to make it clear, that I love this verse, there has been so many great things that has come from it and I do have plans for an ending soon and we can all finally rest and have those conclusions we have planned for.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, I know it is not the most encouraging read and rather unexpected. But I would like for everyone to take a minute and think about all the good that has come to you on your end of the verse and simply enjoy that for even a moment. If all of you can do that then the purpose of this “unification” ideology would have served its purpose to its fullest.

I will see you all soon.

-Shade❤️🎥

[timlucys]

Need some place to get my thoughts out and you’re the unfortunate recipient lmao

I feel like my issue with the idea of Tim and Lucy going through a break up is that it’s so overdone in shows where it’s back and forth - and I wouldn’t want them to break up if they just got together again without development and lots of conversation, or if it happens multiple times- which I think is something a lot of shows gloss over when getting a couple back together, you know? Though saying that, I’m all for the angst potential if it happens!

AND on a side note that has nothing to do with them as a couple, I would love to hear all your thoughts on Lucy, and what you’d like to see for her storylines going forward?

❤️❤️

Hi! Ramble away. As long as we're all respectful I'm a-okay with it. <3

I totally agree with your overarching point here, though I will say I don't see this being a back-and-forth, on-and-off type of thing. I totally get that being considered ooc and being something the fandom doesn't want because, girl, me too!

But considering this is really centred around one or two big issues (undercover work, but also their refusal to communicate with one another over both relationship and non-relationship fears), I feel that once the crux of those are solved, it doesn't come up again and it's smooth sailing for them.

Some of my favourite ships have that one breakup that leads to them dealing with issues they couldn't when they were too close and not communicating - though I 100% agree that if they did all this and separated them entirely, I don't want it either. I think this is where my opinion differs from a lot of people's, in that I think Chenford's current communication isn't, for lack of a better word, uh... good? Don't get me wrong, I love 5b and what we got from it, but partially it's for that reason. I love seeing them be a little messy and hide things from each other in the name of ~love and the honeymoon phase and all of that.

So, in my ideal scenario, a breakup is what ends up pushing a lot of those conversations they've been back-burnering, because now that main reason for not talking things through is gone. (Also, it's worth saying a big reason I prefer this over a fight is that the UC debacle can't be solved over one fight. the fear can be, but Tim still has his feelings on it and Lucy has hers. IMO, this is something she needs to figure out separate from him, which is actually probably easier if something tumultuous happens while they're broken up.)

A well done breakup storyline is rife with subtle tension – a pet name slipup here, an accidental touch of the hand there – and I think would give their chemistry a chance to shine. Now, granted, it has to be done well, you're right! Obviously if it's done poorly and they just don't talk, I don't want that, but I also don't want any Chenford storyline that's done poorly. And, well, I personally think if the subtle weaved in angst of 5b is tossed aside, that's a story done poorly, but that's just me!

Also! To answer your other point, you're sweet to ask! I have both many and few thoughts on that because I like to consider myself open to what the story throws at me. Characters are always changing based on what canon throws our way, so what I may think is good for Lucy now, could be totally different from my thoughts after 6x02 or so! But if you have a specific question I'd be happy to try and tackle it. :)

[goldazu]

Hiatus Update Notice

Hello, everyone. Long time, no talk. I know over a month has passed since most of you have even heard from me. There isn’t a particularly valid reason for this other than that sometimes I need space for myself, and I need time for my other hobbies and communities as well.

As most of you may have already surmised before my long period of silence, I was very much drawn to the new Pokemon games and still am, to be honest. Truth told, I have a whole server dedicated to my Pokemon friends and those who just want to game in general with me. Although I still love DL and am still just as, if not more obsessed with Ruki than ever, there was a time when writing as often and as much as I did burnt me out, honestly. I needed this break.

Not to sound like I'm complaining about how "popular" I am or anything, but it came to a point when many people were showing off their creations, whether it was art or new writing to me, and simply wanting to chat OOC in addition to the long RP threads and asks that I was also doing. Eventually, I felt as though I was just answering and replying people just to answer them. I didn't want to show my support for my friends' hard work by simply being like "that's neat" then move on, if that makes sense. Outside of Tumblr, I still had a life to attend to which also kept me busy.

I do appreciate that everyone was always eager to interact with me and send their wonderful OCs off to Ruki for their daily fill of shenanigans, angst, spice, or what have you. Yet at the same time, there were moments when I felt somewhat pressured to answer a lot of things in a short time frame, or was written off as remiss for my lack of participation with certain events. For that, I deeply regret not being there, but I also think I was there as much as any one person could be given that I was always writing with 20-30 other people at the same time.

Don't get me wrong—I really do miss roleplaying with everyone, and chatting with you all as well. It's just that I've fallen very behind on who I need to reply to, both DMs and thread-wise. It began to feel mentally taxing, but I hope to finally catch up when I'm in a better place. And I will always sincerely appreciate how many people on this website admire me for my canon portrayal of Ruki. I've always tried to keep it 100% fair on my blog and interact with people the same amount, regardless of how many asks or threads they try to start. Some of you would try to keep it to one thread at a time, whereas others had quite a few going with me, and both are fine. I just need to make it clear that, given the high volume of people interacting with my blogs, I won't always have a lightning-fast reply speed.

As for where I've been, my Pokemon community and discord server is honestly such a great place. Everyone there is super chill, and we hop onto voice call every other day to be sweaty gamers, lmao. I've connected with people I really respect these days, and while Ruki provides his support and care during his rare moments of sweetness amidst the sadism, I've been looking to my close friends for care, too.

Anyway, it was never my intention to worry anyone here with my prolonged absence. I hope to always stick around here on Tumblr, whether my activity is one post per day or thirty when I'm feeling energetic. It really all depends. Take care and stay well.

[whiskeysmulti]

Let’s see… how to start with Fiore. When she first saw him, she did feel a bit intimidated and scared—but that can also be attributed to the fact that their first meeting, she was already being hassled by some goons so she was like ‘oh dear, just my luck. Another one.’ He did quickly prove her wrong though. He also was very quick to shoot lol, but given her father/brother, she’s not all that scared by guns as a concept? She was more impressed. Then knowing he has a bit of a gentleman-esque attitude to him, there is a feeling of being impressed and feeling secure when she looks at him.

Admittedly, she does feel a bit confused when he treats her nicely or is polite/gentlemanly towards her as she’s not all that used to it. (Lore context time hohoh) Fiore had a bit of a tomboyish streak when she was younger? A bit more wild and energetic. You may think that’s okay but for the time period, that certainly doesn’t bode well. So at some point, after some ladies had spoken ill about her, that’s when Fiore’s mother started becoming very strict with her. She can’t have a daughter be the reason she gets looked down upon by other ladies in the social circle. Still, some old impressions are hard to forget, so many people still associate Fiore with how she was when she was younger.

It doesn’t help that her temper does tend to leak when she’s around her brother or around people who have known her since forever. So, a lot of the guys who grew up around her, a lot of them don’t really treat her like they would your average lady. They kinda bring up her past as a way to upset her because it’s funny to them to see what they can do to make her façade crack. They make it into a game of sorts. Also talked about the whole thing with the military, and so some of the guys there treat her like thirsty wolves if her father isn’t around. In other words, she’s not used to being treated decently. Sadge.

All this to say, when she sees him, she does feel a bit of confusion as well as gratitude. He treats her like a regular person ought to be treated and so she feels comfortable around him. So this brings about a thought that he’s just a really nice person, despite how he looks. So, she has the image of him being a kind person who isn’t afraid to just assert a strong foot if needed. She hasn’t yet clued into the fact that he likes her. Due to the fact that she feels that she herself is lacking, she doesn’t think he’d like her romantically. She often is in trouble when they meet, so it’s more likely (in her mind) that he lowkey feels annoyed by her.

So, there is a bit of insecurity and anxiety she feels when she sees him because she thinks lowly about herself. That said, why does she continue to meet with him anyways? It’s probably due to the fact that he’s nice to her and has been patient with her up until now, so she also feels hope that maybe he would find her okay to be with. I hurt myself with this. ((OOC: I uh… failed to keep it UNDER 12, but I managed to STOP at 12? That sound count for something))

Describe how your Muse feels when they look at my Muse.- no longer accepting!

.Whiskey. 'Just my luck, another one.' lmfao! But you did bring up some valid points. Looking at the time frame, there were societal norms to adhere to and neither of them fit the bill. Fiore being deemed unladylike and a bad choice for a wife, G was probably considered your standard hoodlum at the time as well. But they both have that layer underneath that they see in each other, G seeing a potential wife in Fiore and Fiore realizing in spite of his looks and roughness he's still a gentleman with her and nothing like actual hoodlums she's put up with.

Lol I recall us talking about that though that Fiore might not get the hint that he likes her and is thinking something akin to "oh G's a really nice guy." just for Asari or Giotto or someone else in the family to be like "Him? Nice? Are we talking about the same guy?" Which is a wonderful way to find out all the potential shit your new bf has possibly done and not told you, but also plays up the fact that no matter how much you think you know a guy, you don't know him like his boys do.

And yes, they both have their own insecurity I think and I feel like that's something they can help each other heal from. Just constant reassurance that this is their own choice, to hell with what their families wanted for them, because considering my headcanons for G I feel like he's estranged from his family possibly for his own reasons, or another route I thought of taking with it to bounce off the fact that Fiore at first feared they might be hostile to military forces as well as the cops, what if G had a military background in his family too. Like what if he came from an Army family and his dad had all this ambition of turning him into a soldier and it failed? How do you think that would work with her?

[terribleweh]

Indie KING CLAWTHORNE from The Owl House! NOT SPOILER FREE.

Please read the rules under the cut before interacting!

[ added 11 june: REALLY emphasising the slow activity! ]

ASK PROMPTS -> [ Always accepting + open to non-mutuals, unless stated otherwise in the tags! Go wild. ]

ABOUT KING -> [ WIP, so just a wiki link for now 😔 ]

MUN.

You can call me Forest, and I'm 20! I find it amazingly difficult to talk to people and keep a conversation going, so if we happen to speak ooc... I promise it's nothing against you! My social skills are just something else lol, but please let me know if I have said or done anything that upsets you - it'll never be my intention.

I am also perpetually in slow activity mode. My motivation and muse are very fickle, amongst other things in my life that might keep me from being here. This means threads/asks may be dropped over time (unintentionally or due to lack of muse), but you're welcome to ask me about it!

INTERACTING.

For the time being, I am not mutual exclusive; so anyone is welcome to send asks, unprompted or through memes (unless specified in the tags)! Starter calls will be kept mutuals only for my own sanity.

Asks and prompts are the best way to interact with me. Plotting isn't a strength of mine, unfortunately - but I'll likely be up for most things!

With replies, I try to do it oldest to newest, but I am so slow that it doesn't always work out. I also won't reply to every ask I get - this is always due to muse, whether I have inspiration or not... but please don't be discouraged from sending more! You can send as many as you like - the more the merrier, it gives me variety and options to choose from. -> Sometimes I will practise this when sending memes, just know that I'm never expecting you to answer all of them! If receiving multiple asks bothers you, feel free to let me know and I will keep that in mind :)

FOLLOWING.

Two of the main reasons I might not follow back: I'm unfamiliar with your fandom, or I'm not sure how our muses would interact. I prefer to stick to fandoms I know for that reason, but if you have an idea you're welcome to jump in my ask! A secret third reason: I didn't realise/forgot to check.

I guarantee I always read rules before following, if you have one available. I try to send passwords, but it does make me a bit uncomfortable so there might be occasions where I don't - but again, they will have been read! -> I do follow quite a lot of people, so I'm bound to forget rules sometimes. Please give me a little nudge if I break one of yours!

OTHER.

I have a tendency to write King's dialogue in uppercase - not because he's shouting all the time (though he is definitely a loud boy), but because it helps me find his voice better. However, if you'd prefer me to write his dialogue normally because it's difficult to read, let me know and I'll drop it in our interactions!

Credit to @/bugresources for my icons!!

Will be updated as needed, but if there's anything you're unsure about feel free to ask :]

[ectoamerican]

WHAT NOT TO DO WHEN INTERACTING WITH MY BLOG - Customizable Edition

BASICS !

Name / Alias: Spooky Pronouns: he/they Blog type: single muse | Multi-muse | non selective | semi selective | selective| mutuals only | private | other (specify) Type of muses: canon | OCs | both | other (specify)

GENERALITIES ! Triggers people MUST tag: animal death Interest tracker / checker: I have it and it's mandatory | I have it, it's not mandatory but I'm more likely to follow bad / 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 to people whether to fill it or not | I don't have one | other (specify) Reblog karma: I practise it | I practise it sometimes | I don't practise it | I always reblog memes from the source | indifferent | other (specify) Rule passwords: I have one and it's mandatory | I have one and it's optional | I don't have one | I send passwords | don't sent passwords | I have to hype myself up to send one

3-5 ESSENTIAL RULES PEOPLE HAVE TO RESPECT

please read my rules

please be patient with me. irl stuff can get in my way or leave me too drained to do stuff, even if i WANT to write

the basic stuff, no metagaming, godmodding, infomodding, etc

3-5 IMPORTANT PET PEEVES TO KEEP IN MIND

I am 100% okay with my rp partner not matching my reply length. Be it shorter or longer. (heck, if they make it longer then I'll feel better abt my next reply being longer.) HOWEVER, if I give a paragraph or two, I will expect more than one line. which is what I actually got one time.

if my rp partner goes into a thread with me assuming something about my muse even though I make it clear that my muse is canon divergent. I'm absolutely free to IM if you have questions! I'm friendly and don't bite, i promise. QwQ

when i can't figure out your blog. please, readability is the most important thing to me. which is why the most I do is small text. I will change my theme if I think even one thing is making it unreadable or even slightly harder to read. bright harsh colors as well, makes the blog a mess to read anything on.

not trimming your posts. it makes it hard to follow whats going on sometimes. even if tumblr now makes long posts auto readmore. (at least it does for me)

i do prefer that ppl tag their posts most of the time, but that's not really a requirement if it's not like for a trigger or something. it just helps me search for stuff on their blogs if i can't find it through our notes.

2-5 THINGS THAT WILL LEAD TO INSTANT (SOFT/HARD)BLOCKING

if the blog looks like a bot in some way

if it's a personal who has repeatedly reblogged something after being asked not to

if it's someone i've known in the past to make me uncomfortable

2-5 THINGS THAT LEAD ME TO UNFOLLOW / SOFTBLOCK A MUTUAL / SOMEONE I INTERACT WITH

ooc drama between people, vague posts, bullying

minor/adult ships

very rarely, if they're spamming TOO MUCH ooc stuff, untagged or other wise, in a short amount of time. I mean like, many posts that are actually ooc not having anything to do with their character. not like aesthetic posts, headcanons, or art. I'm also not talking abt like, PSAs or updates on the mun's health/lack of energy. i get that it's your blog. but i didn't want to follow a blog that's being treated more like a personal blog.

also very rarely, if my dash is going too fast and it's clear someone isn't going to interact with me i might unfollow just to make things easier for myself to keep up with. but again, that doesn't happen very often.

if it's clear a blog has been abandoned. if they show signs of activity later tho, i may refollow. bc i know irl stuff happens, u kno.

2-5 REASON YOU DON'T FOLLOW (BACK) SOMEONE

if their muse is from a series i am uncomfortable with. (used to love HP, but i can't look at anything from it now. for example.)

if they ASK why i haven't followed them back. just feels weird, man. I will then not follow out of spite for how uncalled for that question is. nobody is owed a follow. not even me.

[thedickgraysonrp]

What do you look for in a rp partner?

AND/OR

How do you overcome writer’s block?

♡ Munday Meme ♡

What do you look for in a rp partner?

Oh boy. This is going to be a bit long, so buckle up.

I think what most of what I look for in a RP partner can be divided into three main categories, both in Discord and Tumblr RP: Interest, Communication and Initiative. Now for a bit of an explanation below the line if interested:

Interest: If you don't show interest in what we roleplay, why roleplay at all? That is not to say you constantly need to come up with new ideas or plot devices, or fantasize about our muses doing whatever together 24/7—not at all. It links to one of the rules I state in my rules page, honestly: Quality over Quantity (or both, if possible). Quality in writing, for me, comes when you are actually interested in what happens in a roleplay when you write it. You want it to develop and grow, you want to continue writing a story together, or reach a satisfying conclusion to it. For shorter threads, you want to capture a moment—may it be funny, sad, dramatic or silly, it doesn't matter. It doesn't have to be an endless text wall, too. Sometimes a lot more can be said in a juicy paragraph than an empty text wall of nothing. When you're not interested in what you write, it SHOWS. RPing is a major hobby of mine, has been for years, and even if my interest fluctuates and is a subject of my whims it is clear as daylight when I lack interest and trust me, it probably shows in your writing too. Which brings us right to the next point—

Communication: I 👏 CANNOT 👏 STRESS 👏 THIS 👏 POINT 👏 ENOUGH. One of the things I find majorly lacking in Tumblr RPC is communication between partners. Maybe it's because RPs here are based on threads and not an instant messaging system, or maybe other reasons, but it shouldn't matter! From OOC conversations to deep dives into muses, communication with a RP partner is a MUST, no matter what platform you use. You want to wrap up a thread or not make one out of an ask/meme? You can either discuss it with your partner, note it in your tags, or like the post to let your partner know not to expect a reply (which is a thing here on Tumblr, I learned?). Not interested in that blog/partner? Though it's up for debate on this platform if to do so or not, I suggest just sending a small polite message to that blog/partner indicating that. I can only speak from personal experience, but most of the partners I did so were very civil about it and we parted on good or neutral terms. Sometimes it's not forever, and it means they are not interested at the moment. Of course, if civil communication doesn't happen, there's always a block option. Haven't gotten a reply to your thread for a long time? Don't jump to conclusions, message your partner. Tumblr is a glitchy goose and notifications are shotty at best, it might have just not popped up for them. Or, perhaps, initiating a conversation will trigger them to talk about why they haven't replied since they were scared or worried to talk about it. Want to RP with this new/old blog but don't know how? Talk to them. Who knows? They might have been waiting on the other end to hear just from you. There are a lot of other examples out there. Most of the roleplayers I encountered on Tumblr are really nice and eager to write, and even if things don't work out between you two, you know you've tried. Now, I'm no saint—I myself find it hard to message people sometimes and ask/discuss things because I think I may be annoying/a drag/unwanted/etc. (anxiety yaaay), and one of the things that reassure me it's comfortable and safe to talk to other people is them initiating or talking back. You never know who is on the other side of the screen. I would love to make friends here and share my interests beyond RPing and writing if I feel safe to do so, too. People automatically assume communication means constantly talking to your partner every minute of the day, which is NOT even close, and that's where the third category comes in for me—

Initiative: I intentionally put this here and not with communication to make a point. No, you don't need to talk to your partner every hour of the day and be all over them to show your interest, BUT you do have to show initiative. So what does that mean? To me, initiative links both interest and communication together. Yes, we're all people with things to do outside Tumblr and the RPC, some of us more busy than others and so on. And yes, while roleplaying is a hobby and not a job and you have no obligation to it whatsoever and it's for your enjoyment and pass time alone, you are still writing with someone. Naturally, like every communication, there are expectations on both ends. It is recommended to set those expectations beforehand, of course—may it be stated in your rules (as it always should) or discussed over if anything is unclear. Initiative means showing to your RP partner that you're still present and there's a potential of interest. It doesn't necessarily mean sending asks/memes or answering starter calls (though these are always usually highly welcome if your partner posts those), because we're not always in the mood to write with that specific muse or answer that specific thread. Or, sometimes, we're just busy. Initiative means engaging with their blog, show them you are still interested in it even if it's not necessarily in writing with them atm. Liking that visual they posted or headcanon they wrote for their muse, leaving a comment on something, tagging them in stuff and so on. And if you are interested in writing with them? Don't wait around—ask them if they want to write or send them something. You may not always get an equal level of interest as yours, if at all, but they will know you are there. And that's what counts. You don't need to do this every minute, every hour or every day. But you need to do it. If you'll sit there expecting people to engage with you out of the blue and you do nothing at all, it's most likely not going to happen if you don't initiate. People would most likely assume you are not interested in their muses, writing or blog and just leave you alone. I know how hard it is to take initiative sometimes, it can feel like a big step— it feels that way a lot of times for me too. But it takes two to tango. The sheer amount of times I thought my RP partners don't want to write or be partners anymore because they the engagement was one sided is ridiculous.

So, yeah. Be mindful of yourself and others when roleplaying or engaging with RP blogs.

[sunsbled-archive]

extending my hiatus indefinitely.

i've not been feeling tumblr and i am considering not returning to tumblr, so feel free to add me on discord (potatuh#6969)

[frickfrackapplesnack]

hello! i would like to request chishiya meeting reader who's exuberant during games but gets anxious when wearing a swimsuit at the beach (bc reader's on the heavier side). chishiya helps her feel comfy (but ofc not without being snarky about it). doesn't have to be full of fluff. just chishiya being chishiya. thankssss! 🤗💙

Requested by: Anonymous Title: Swimsuit of doom Warnings: Swearing, mentions of past body shaming, murder, slightly ooc Chishiya Words: 3230

I hope this meets your expectations, I haven't written a request in almost two years, so the writing may be a little rusty. Thank you for the request!

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When everyone had vanished and y/n found herself alone in Tokyo's deserted streets, she had no idea where her life would go from there. She had no idea how much blood and carnage would befall her in the near future; all she knew was that she felt completely alone.

She'd made it this far after witnessing so many people die for the sake of a crappy playing card, but as her Visa's expiration date approached, the fear of death pushed her to play more games, kill more people, and allow the pool of guilt in the pit of her stomach to grow and slowly drown her in its dark depths. She didn't know how long it had been at this point, it felt like it had been weeks, if not months, since she stood alone, now she was surrounded by people eagerly anticipating the start of the new game with only 2 minutes until registration closed. There were a few familiar faces in the crowd tonight, especially Kuina and Chishiya, who y/n had seen several times before.

They were great at games and extremely intelligent, and y/n would be lying if she said she didn't like them. They had formed a kind of friendship because they had seen each other so much, though y/n thought that word was a little strong. They would assist each other in the games and conversed through small talk from time to time, y/n had grown closer to Kuina than with Chishiya, he was a lot quieter than the two of them.  They came from a group called Beach, which was based at a resort not far from the gaming arena, according to Kuina. Tonight, while waiting in the lobby of what appeared to be a hotel, y/n found herself talking with Kuina about the said organisation, which Kuina had been trying to persuade her to join for quite some time.

“I don’t know” y/n sighed, “I do well on my own.” She had always done well on her own and had never needed anyone when she was younger, and she was afraid that if she joined this group, she would lose even more of her freedom than she had already lost the moment she found herself alone. Although the Beach had a serious goal, Kuina had assured her that it was also a place to party and have fun, a place to unwind after the games. This appealed to Y/n, but she wasn't convinced that a good party could compensate for her lack of freedom... However, the company could be enjoyable.  “Kuina, I have already said I do fine on my own.”

Kuina scoffed, crossing her arms over her pale chest, “I’m not saying you don’t” She countered, “You kick ass in the games, everyone knows it. That’s why you should join.” She smirked, “And besides, we could hang out more…right Chishiya?” she asked, turning to her white-haired companion.

“Yeah.” He responded, removing a headphone from his left ear, he often listened to music while waiting for a game. “You’re badass.” He smirked, causing y/n to blush. She knew he was probably mocking her, and Kuina both but she still took the compliment.

“Be real!” she laughed. “You couldn’t care less blondie” Chishiya’s head shot up, glaring at her.

“You could be right, but you’ll never know.” He sassed back.

“You think you’re so clever!” y/n laughed. “I think underneath that hard ass exterior there is a real softie”. Kuina laughed at the statement, teasing Chishiya about the honesty in y/n’s words. Chishiya opened his mouth to, no doubt, throw some snarky remark back at her when that all too familiar dinging sound came. The game was about to begin. The game was called Capture the flag; the rules were simple. There were two teams a green team, and a red team, and the objective was to kill the person known as: “the flag” on the opposite team. You could kill anyone you want, as long as you kill the flagged player your whole team wins. The difficulty: Six of Clubs.

Whatever team lost would get up close and personal with a laser.

There were ten people on each team, and y/n found herself on a team with both Kuina and Chishiya which she was happy about, she didn’t want to kill the only two people she had come to know in this dreadful world.

The three of them soon found themselves huddled in a hotel bathroom; half the time given already gone. Only half an hour remaining to capture and kill the flag, most of their team already dead. Y/n was in the midst of an argument with Chishiya about which one of them should be the one to get the flag.

“I am smaller than you are, easier to hide.” Y/n argued, “And besides I was the one that found the flags location!” Chishiya scoffed.

“Half of those team members are part of the Beach; I know their every move.” He explained, “You have made it clear you don’t want anything to do with the beach. So just sit back and let the grownups do the work.” He growled.

“Was that meant to be a short joke?” Y/n scoffed. Chishiya only shrugged. “Fine, if you let me get the flag…I’ll join the Beach.” She offered, this made Kuina perk up in excitement, begging Chishiya to let her do it.

“I need a female friend.” She pleaded despite the displeased look on her friend’s face. Chishiya sighed, giving into y/n and Kuina’s request.

“But, if we get killed its on you and your stupidity” he said pointedly, “Don’t screw this up.”

“As if” y/n rolled her eyes, “You were the one that said I was badass.” She countered, as she neared the hallway door.

“I regret that.” She heard Chishiya mutter as she left the room, a new surge of confidence filling her chest at the thought of proving the snobbish blonde wrong. She crept softly and quietly toward where she had spotted the flag a while earlier, being careful not to be spotted by anyone on the opposing team that may be sulking around. Her phone chimed in her pocket, signalling 20 minutes left until the end of the game. She had to get to that flag now. The person playing the flag wore a vest corresponding with the colour of their team, while other team member wore arm bands. Y/n was sure she had seen someone in a red vest sneak into a maintenance closet not too far from where she was now. Turing a corner y/n could see the closet at the end of the hallway and was about to advance towards it when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist from behind.

“Hey pretty girl…off for a midnight stroll?” A tall dark-haired male whispered in her ear, she could see his red armband wrapped around his wrist sirens sounding inside her head, she knew she would be killed if she didn't act quickly. Y/n wrapped her left leg around the man's calf and pushed him backwards, taking advantage of the opportunity to push herself out of his grip and trip him. The man collapsed backwards onto the carpeted floor, struggling to breathe once all the air had been knocked out of him. Y/n straddled the man and stabbed him repeatedly with a knife she had hidden in her boot until he was no longer breathing, blood covering him from his neck to torso. It was a gruesome sight that made y/n gag. Y/n stood covered in blood and made her way towards the closet door, where a terrified girl in a red vest had been hiding. It didn't take her long to kill her and win the game. But y/n felt no pride, only guilt.

Y/N stood outside the hotel, holding the game card tightly in her hands, waiting for a car to return the beach members to headquarters. She'd be joining them now, fulfilling her part of the bargain with Chishiya, who hadn't spoken to her since she'd gone to kill the flag. After the game, there were only 5 people left alive, and y/n felt bad about killing the red flag bearer and thus condemning all those people on the red team to death, but it had to be done. She had no desire to die. As the car pulled up in front of them, Y/n had no time to think about her guilt. Chishiya explained the situation to the driver, who welcomed y/n into the vehicle without hesitation. Y/n sat next to Kuina, talking about anything and everything, ignoring to the hole Chishiya was burning in the back of her head as he glared at her. She didn't understand why he was so angry; she had saved their lives and even agreed to join the beach. Blondie should have been happy instead of sad.

Once they arrived y/n was escorted to a man Kuina and Chishiya called: Hatter, who was apparently the leader of this organisation. The moment she stepped foot into the large room where he was waiting for them it was if she could smell the crazy coming off him. He sat with his legs crossed, a girl on each arm, wearing an overbearingly bright dressing gown. Y/n started to heavily regret his decision. But looking back at Kuina who gave her a small thumbs up before Chishiya dragged her out of the room y/n felt as if she owed it to them. She had made a bet after all.

She had sat with Hatter for a while after he had demanded she give him her playing card. Y/n listened to him ramble on about how he had formed the beach and the exact reason for its existence, showing her the wall of cards, pointing out which ones he had collected. He had explained that gathering all the cards could be their way out of borderland and back to the real world. Y/n loved the idea, wanting nothing but to escape back to reality and forget all about the bloodshed she had caused.

But she didn’t agree with all the rules that came along with being a member of the Beach, especially rule number one. She now sat in a room that had been assigned to her, looking at the swimsuit that lay on her bed. Kuina had picked it out, and y/n couldn’t help but cringe at how small the bikini looked, and how much skin she would be showing by wearing it. If she had known she had to wear a swimsuit all the time y/n wouldn’t have made the bet with Chishiya…she should have just let him take over and kill the flag. She began to undress slowly, timidly standing in front of the bedroom mirror. y/n wasn't someone who gave up easily, and she wasn't a coward either. But she was terrified of people seeing her almost naked walking around in the revealing bikini Kuina had chosen for her. She couldn't bear the thought of being scrutinised for the shape of her body.

When y/n looks in the mirror, her gaze is drawn to her curvy waist and thick thighs, which, no matter how hard she tried, always rubbed together. She was disgusted by her almost naked appearance. Y/n had vibrant red hair and even a few tattoos, and when her body was covered, she was one of the most confident people you could ever meet. She felt proud of her appearance, as long as minimal skin was showing. She was powerful and felt powerful. When she was covered. A knock on the door pulled her from her contemplative state.

“Y/n” It was Kuina. “You ready to go to the bar?” She asked.

“Uh…yeah.” Y/N stuttered, “Just give me a minute to wash up.”

“Okay,” Kuina said, “I’ll meet you down there, just follow the sounds of the music!” she giggled, before y/n could hear her walking off down the hall. Y/n turned back to look at the swimsuit laid out on the bed for her. She couldn’t stay up in her room all night, or Kuina would come looking for her. And so, with a heavy heart y/n began to change into her swimsuit of doom.

An hour later y/n had still not left the comfort of her room, now sitting on the floor feeling almost naked in this new black, skimpy swimsuit. She had tried to convince herself that she would be fine, but one look in the mirror and she was sure the swimsuit only made her look bigger, in all the wrong ways. Her thighs were massive, and her arms looked like they were melting off her bones. Although Despite the fact that she was a healthy weight for her height group, y/n was ashamed of herself and her body, having endured years of torment from her friends and family who mocked her weight. Of course, Kuina was unaware of this, and she most likely chose this swimsuit because she thought y/n would look good in it. She had no idea it would end up killing her. Slowly, from the inside out. Another knock on the door sounded and y/n rushed to cover herself with her arms. Afraid that the person could barge in any moment. She assumed it was just Kuina but wasn’t going to take any chances.

“Go away Kuina…I’m not feeling well…” She lied, hoping her new friend would understand and leave her alone.

“It’s a shame you’re a bad liar.” Chishiya said from the other side of the door. “Seriously, you should work on that.” Y/n could practically hear him smirking.

“Go away blondie.” She groaned, not in the mood to deal with the man right now. “I’m not feeling well.” Suddenly the door to the room opened, and Chishiya strode inside, hands buried in the pockets of his white jacket. Y/n gasped, now standing, and trying desperately to cover herself.

“You know your issue?” Chishiya asked, not waiting for an answer, “Your voice gets all high pitched when you lie.” He explained, looking smug.

Y/n, upset that he had just barged in, grabbed a pillow off the bed and threw it at him. “Excuse me, I’m not dressed.” She stressed. “Get the fuck out!”

Chishiya looked confused, eyeing her up and down. This made y/n feel very self-conscious. “You’re in a swimsuit, right?” he asked, y/n nodded. “Then you’re fine.” y/n glared at the white-haired man and demand he tell her why he had come in. “Kuina sent me to get you, she’s a bit too tipsy to make it up the stairs,” he explained. “Now are you coming or are you going to jut lie again.” He asked.

“No..I’m not coming.” Y/n said, still trying to cover herself. “I’m not dressed,” she said. Chishiya remained silent, just staring at her. Y/n sighed. “I am naked and disgusting, not really the mood to go drinking in.”

Chishiya huffed, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. “You can’t be serious.” He stated, “You can’t tell me you, of all people, are embarrassed to go out in a bikini.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” y/n questioned, looking anywhere but his eyes, the floor was way more interesting.

Chishiya shrugged, “You kick ass in the games, you’re not afraid to get your hands dirty…but you’re telling me your afraid of a bikini.” He chuckled, which was a rare occurrence in y/n's brief acquaintance with him, but unlike other times when Kuina and herself would laugh along with him, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She felt naked in front of him and all she wanted was to be alone.

“Get out,” she mumbled. “Please.” She sniffled, wiping her cheeks as tears streamed down her them. Chishiya  and moved closer to her, reaching out to touch her. This infuriated y/n, and she ended up shoving him. “I said get out!” she screamed, no longer caring about keeping the tears away. “You’re such as ass, get out!” she had finally managed to push him through the door (although he didn’t put up much of a fight) and slammed the door in his shocked face. Y/n slid down the door, burning her face in her trembling arms. In this moment, she wanted to die.

Y/n must have fallen asleep there, because when she next opened her eyes, she could hear a persistent knocking at her bedroom door. It had been about an hour since she had thrown her tantrum and practically thrown Chishiya out of the room, according to the clock on the wall. The knocking continued, and y/n groaned at whoever it was to go away. They ignored her however and kept knocking. Loudly sighing, y/n stood and opened the door slightly so the person outside could only see her head. To her surprise Chishiya was standing there. Upon seeing her he smiled slightly.

“You look like shit.” He stated. Y/n rolled her eyes and went to shut the door when his foot stopped her. “Y/n, wait…I have something for you.” He explained, “Let me in?” he asked. Y/n shook her head.

“No, I just want to be left alone.” Chishiya nodded in understanding.

“Well, at least take this.” He handed her what looked like an old shopping bag. She took it, giving him a questionable look. “I’m sorry I upset you earlier.” He started, “But you shouldn’t be ashamed, you look just fine, and besides…no one will give you more than a glance with the number of topless women around her.” Y/n giggled. “Anyway,” he continued, “I hope that” he points at the bag “makes you feel confident enough to come downstairs and help be drag Kuina back to her room…she’s had a bit too many drinks”

Y/n looked down at the bag in her hand and told Chishiya to wait outside, softly shutting the door. She made her way over to the bed and took a look inside the bag. Inside was what appeared to be black fabric, and upon closer inspection y/n recognised it as one of the jackets Chishiya had worn to a game a few weeks back. Shocked, y/n pulled the jacket out of the bag and slipped it over her shoulders. Although it didn’t cover her whole body, y/n definitely liked the reflection in the mirror a lot more now. Her thighs her still showing, but she could work with that, the jacket fit snugly around her when she zipped it up and definitely made her feel a little more confident. She couldn’t help but notice it smelled like Chishiya, and she certainly wasn’t apposed to that.

Smiling y/n opened the door, where Chishiya was still waiting and lunged at him, giving him a hug, he gingerly returned. “Thank you” she whispered in his ear.

“Sure…” he mumbled pulling away from her. “But I expect to get it back, you can’t keep it.” Y/n nodded slowly following the man down the hall.

“I promise I’ll give it back…once I get my own.” y/n smiled.

Truth be told, y/n never did give that jacket back. And as the two got closer, and eventually became a couple she gradually started a collection of stolen jackets. With Chishiya there Y/n slowly learned that she didn’t need the “perfect body” to be beautiful. Because she had someone to show her just how beautiful she was.

[prof-peach]

Hello professor Peach!

I was wondering if a trainer’s mental health can negatively effect the Ralts line? Gardevoir feed off of the positive emotions of those around them, so I was wondering if it was possible to starve them. I am diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and I worry that my anxiety attacks might be getting to my Gardevoir Vivian. She seems to lack her usual luster, and I can’t tell whether its a health issue or if she is just worried about me.

(OOC, I actually do have OCD. But don’t worry about me, I’m medicated. I just thought this was an interesting question that popped into my head.)

The line as a whole can indeed be starved, but they have dual feeding processes, so it's very difficult to manage without severe isolation and neglect. If theres not enough positive energy around them, they can just eat regular food. A healthy member of the Ralts line will eat physical food, AND feed from its trainer, their family, or even strangers in the street. If you simply leave them out of their pokeball then they'll collect good vibes from those around you, should you not have as many to share. As everyone is very different, I cant say I know exactly how much your OCD may effect your partner, but on average its not usually enough to starve them of nourishment to the point where they get lethargic like you've stated, unless that is, you've isolated yourself, and potentially her from other sources of food. If you're feeding her, and get her out to socialise, chances are its not a food problem. Sounds to me, you two need to have a chat, if she's not her usual old self, it could be something more sinister. Thyroid issues are common in the species, some suffer their own emotional issues, requiring therapy time, or more/different enrichment. Theres a chance she's caught a stomach bug or cold, seasons are changing so its not uncommon at the moment. Some have very sensitive detection skills, meaning someone close to your home, a neighbour or something, may be feeling very low, and that, on top of a low food intake could double up and effect her. Trainers of this species often notice their partners gravitating away from certain people, because they exude such negative energy, perhaps you've noticed her staying away from one side of the house? close to an angry or sad human who lives close? Or maybe she's more lethargic during school time, when kids pass by, they can have up and down emotions, growing bodies, hormones, all that junk. Can throw these pokemon through a loop, it's a lot to take in. As a trainer, take time to investigate this, and make notes on when and how often your partner seems sluggish or lack-luster, and if those times or situations have anything in common. If she socialises with other pokemon regularly, make sure they're all well and healthy too, theres been an uptake of flu recently, worth making sure she's not caught a bug off someone or something else.

Though the Ralts line feeds on positive emotion, they can tolerate negative ones just fine (unlike something like the Hatenna line), and have a lot of love to give their trainers, even if they're feeling down or stressed. This doesn't sound like something you're doing actively, or even alone. Often enough it's a combination of issues that takes these species down. An overall checkup at the pokecentre will make sure your buddy hasn't contracted something, or developed any issues physically, then you can begin to investigate further knowing its not a medical condition or ailment. edit: Did the typical professor thing and troubleshot the immediate issues, but truth is buddy, they may very well be stressed by the anxiety, and its something you two need to talk about and explore! no professor can tell without seeing a patient and its trainer first hand, and observing for a while. Chat with them they're your partner and friend, and honesty is very important!

[googledocsdyke]

thinking incredibly earnestly about like why i unironically love bite me (a google slides social media au) as much as i do and why it’s so fucking funny and i think a huge part of it is that it lays bare the process of total decontextualisation that generally is at work within the self-contained world of like, fic in general. like, in many ways most fic is the same fic. i think we can generally agree on this. obviously there are like fics that transform the way you view the source text, or fics that generate their own world and fandom (down to agincourt), or fics with profound complex thematic engagement (so says the sword) or fics that have their own specific cult status (my immortal, twist and shout). but like the reason the fic ecosystem chugs along, the reason bajillions of fics are posted to ao3 every day, is because of the kind of fic that is so clearly based off other fic, maybe just shifted 2 degrees to the left.

like fanfiction IS by and large a repetitive medium that is often primarily interested in working off and re-articulating very widely accepted tropes. think of all the largely identical 15x20 fix-it codas you may have read. or this harry potter au i wrote when i was fourteen years old that could not have ANYTHING less to do with the actual characters dean, cas, or charlie as written in-show, or even like, anything to do with hogwarts as a setting. there was NO reason it needed to be a harry potter au. why the hell were the x-men there? there was no characterisation. the presence of potions homework, and gryffindor dean, and “charlie ships it,” were all just empty signifiers towards a narrative that i knew better from reading other fics than from watching the show itself. actually, i think at this point i hadn’t even watched any charlie episodes, but you wouldn’t be able to tell! because i lifted my concept of charlie wholesale from other fics that asserted that this was her “characterisation” and her place in the story. like it Was a 1600-word exercise in copy-paste, which is what large amounts of fanfiction are and historically have been. and is so fundamental to why we keep coming back to them

and i’m not saying this as like. a normative or “judgmental” statement in any way! i think there’s no point in insisting that all fic be like. deeply grounded in discrete characterisation or a sincere engagement with the complex themes of the original text, or whatever. firstly because a) most people writing fic ARE young teens/young adults who do so as a kind of participatory gesture, a low-effort way to signal their earnest investment in a particular ship or imagined narrative, and b) decontextualisation is like… at the beating heart of what fanfiction is. like most fanfiction is not “literary” (in huge skeptical quotes bc of how contested that very term even is) but it also feels like it’s a mistake to… ask it to be? i’m thinking along the lines of this post, where gothhabiba asks that we “articulate an actual theory of how and why fanfiction is created, its relationship to other kinds of media and writing, and what it does for the people who write and read it,” rather than “arguing about whether or not it’s ‘good’” . because that is truly a moot point!

i think as most of us return for the renaissance, some 6-7 years older, we’re now at the point where we’re able to engage (more) critically with the substantive text of the show, the actual themes it engages and (mis)handles, the cultural context in which it was produced, the texts it builds off of, intentionally or unintentionally, and the critical frameworks we can apply to it. and all of that is like overall a very good and interesting thing!! but it’s also so interesting when paired alongside the decontextualising impulse that drives a LOT of fandom engagement

ANYWAYS. all this to say that like 95% percent of the joy of bite me is how unapologetically ooc it is. like this is the continuous thing i’ve been talking about other people with. you could copy-paste any characters from any broadly popular media into this situation and the characterisation/speech would be no more or less jarring; it would still make the same amount of “sense” from an in-universe perspective. nothing about this au is really about dean and cas so much as it’s about decontextualised figures LABELLED dean and cas (and again, this is not some literary condemnation or smth, the majority of fic does this in some way! i’m just using bite me as an example). we are told to believe that sam winchester, a grown white man & published author, says “yall wildin” unprompted and that kaia nieves tweets things like “oomf famoose” and it’s fucking hilarious. it’s so good. because intentionally or not, it DOES reveal how much of fic, as a genre, is utterly separated from the characters they propose to be telling a story about.

i said earlier today that bite me is a social media au written in a riverdalian fashion, and i don’t just mean that in a general “it’s bad but good but outrageous” way, but more specifically that both bite me and riverdale decide on something objectively absurd and instead of shying away from it or trying to cover up the writer’s lack of knowledge, it faces it head on. like we ARE told unapologetically and continuously that actors live in their trailers when they’re filming a movie, that a hashtag trending for one day is enough to get a magazine writer that hasn’t been accused of sexual misconduct fired, that dean and cas are starring in a gay romantic comedy called fucking trainspotting. and the writer doesn’t/won’t/shouldn’t apologise for a word of that. in the same way that riverdale will look you dead in the eye and say “archie is going to war and world war ii-era combat aesthetics never ended even though it’s 2020” or “jughead got into the iowa writer’s workshop despite never having been an undergrad” and like what are you supposed to do? make fun of it?? the text doesn’t CARE if you make fun of it! it’s light years ahead of you! it’s so totally unconcerned with this “realism” you’re supposedly chasing that the joke doubles back on you.

so like tldr: bite me is emblematic of the decontextualising urge at the heart of your average fanfiction, lays bare its own ridiculousness, and raises genuinely fascinating questions abt what fanfiction as a text is meant to be or do. also kaia and claire fall in love on stan twt. UNPARALLELED media experience

[cdroloisms]

Dream tried to stop Wil from creating L'Manburg, Phil tried to stop him from blowing it up, BOTH value people over items and builds, Phil has said that they're replaceable but people aren't, Dream traded spirit for his best friends fishes (we kno he's not someone to talk abt feelings:[) BOTH were kind and selfless but used by almost if not everyone, BOTH were ready to be THE VILLAINS if it meant everyone else could live better after. ONE of them always had someone there, ONE didn't. Intentional?

aaaa sorry for the really inconsistent posts ,, im gonna try to post a little more in the next few days. i have a few things written up, so look out for them? maybe? for now, have this *gestures vaguely* thing ,, it’s kinda a mess but *shrug*

phil is such a fun character, anon, especially for all the reasons that you mentioned in the ask!! he’s a really fun character with a lot of complexities that go (sadly) overlooked by a large portion of the fandom, but he’s super cool even tho i havent analyzed him too much. hope you enjoy (and i hope my interpretation of c!phil isnt too ooc lmao) 

tw: mentioned blood, injury, implied torture/abuse, starvation, trauma, mentioned death, prison arc/pandora’s vault

When Techno first brings Dream back from the prison, Phil doesn’t quite know what to think.

“I don’t trust him either,” Techno assures him, but there’s a flickering anger in the backs of his eyes, one that had emerged ever since he came back from the prison with the other man in his arms, and Phil knows his friend well enough to know that the words are empty in the face of the piglin hybrid’s particular brand of to-the-death loyalty. He shakes his head in reply, refusing to voice his thoughts for Techno’s sake, at least, but the look that the other slants at him suggests that he’s caught onto them all the same.

At first, the work is thankfully mindless; even if Phil has reservations on the man that Techno has more or less dumped into his house, he would hardly wish the clear suffering he’s been through on anyone. The first few days pass in a flurry of brewing potions, wrapping and rewrapping dressings, stitching up cuts and setting broken bones straight. The damage is extensive; Phil has to take more than a few breaks to just leave the house and breathe - he’s far from a stranger to blood and carnage, had received the title of ‘Angel of Death’ for a reason, but even he had never been particularly familiar with this form of cruelty. Torture was a level of violence that extended beyond what even he was willing to bestow - his hands may have caused many deaths, and the weight of each one would continue to haunt him for the rest of his life, but even those had the mercy of being a quick end. The wounds and scars that ripple over Dream’s skin, thin and stretched tightly over his bones with little muscle and fat left to cushion them, speak of horrors that were anything but merciful.

“I didn’t know they were capable of all of this,” Techno says, once, as they huddle of Dream, wringing towels in cold water to wipe his feverish skin. Techno’s hand reaches for the ribboning gold-filled scars that remain from the execution - carefully, Phil raises his hand to let his fingertips brush over them as well. “I mean, I knew he was dangerous and all, but-”

“I know, mate,” Phil looks back at Dream’s face, tight even in unconsciousness, at the darkened, hand-shaped bruises that remain around his throat, at the scar that runs over his left eye, clearly meant to mirror the same one that makes its way down the duck hybrid’s own face. “You said that Quackity and Sam were working together?”

“Yeah,” Techno’s expression darkens, eyes focused somewhere on the wall, seemingly very far away. He said that nothing happened to him in the prison, and he seemed relatively unharmed when Phil activated the stasis chamber, but ever since he came back, sometimes he’ll have moments, and Phil can’t help but - wonder. “Quackity does the dirty work, Sam gives him the way in and out, probably also the tools to do it. It’s-” he huffs a short, self-recriminating laugh. “It’s bad, Phil.”

“Mate-”

Techno shoots him a look, and Phil cringes, knowing already that he’d used the wrong tone. Even with the execution, Techno had been adamant to hide all traces of his own terror and fear away from him, masking it all with fury for Phil’s own sake. He knows, just from the way his old friend looks at the ribboning scars that remain sometimes, that he is far from as over the whole ordeal as he acts, but Techno never wants to talk and Phil never knows the right time to ask and they smooth it all behind plans and explosions and hope that the TNT can blow apart the trauma, too. He’s got a sneaking suspicion that the same thing is going to happen, here.

“As soon as we can,” Techno starts again, pointedly shifting his eyes away from Phil’s face, “we’re calling a Syndicate meeting to figure out what we’re going to do about the prison. Like- come on, man, you couldn’t make a more transparent abuse of institutional power if you tried, really-” he looks over, uncharacteristic uncertainty warring over his features. “If you think that’s good, I mean-“

“Of course, mate.” Phil’s voice softens. “Whenever you’re ready.”

‘Whenever he’s ready,’ as it turns out, is easier said than done, becoming even more evident when their charge wakes up from his days long spell of unconsciousness. The worst of his injuries have, under their careful care and the benefit of many potions, healed enough to no longer directly threaten his life, but the vast majority have quite some time to go before being healed completely. Being as the goal was torture and not death, most of his injuries weren’t made to be life-threatening, but rather to cause as much pain as possible - from the grimace that twists Dream’s face when he struggles to force himself awake, they’re doing their jobs.

“Hey, mate, slow down,” Phil murmurs, pressing the man down by his shoulder when Dream weakly tries to push himself up and off the bed, and his struggling only lasts for a few more minutes before he gives up and slumps against his pillow, eyes cracking open and seeming surprisingly lucid.

“Where-“ his voice is wrecked, and Phil reaches for the glass of water at the bedside as Dream coughs. “Where am I?”

“You’re at Techno’s house,” Dream’s eyes widen and then slip closed as he processes the information, a wrinkle forming between his eyebrows as they knit together. “We broke you out, after Techno escaped with a stasis chamber with your book. Do you remember?”

Dream gnaws on his bottom lip. “Um- yeah. I think.” His head turns as his eyes crack open again- “Techno-“

“He’s out, right now. He’ll be back in a bit.”

“Oh.” Dream falls back into the bed, strength seemingly sapped from the short conversation. His breathing stutters, then steadies. “Okay.”

Recovery is slow. Phil doesn’t actually find himself seeing the man very often; now that he doesn’t need around-the-clock care anymore, he’s moved back into his own house, letting Techno do most of the work when it comes to rehabilitating the escaped convict crashing at his house. As he begins to spend more of his time awake and aware, he brings a whole slew of new problems; Phil catches him screaming one day, blurting harsh, angry words as Techno reads, unbothered from the other side of the room, and he stops in his tracks standing awkwardly in the doorway.

“Um-“ he winces when Dream curses, smashes something against the floor, and then curls into himself at the sound. Techno doesn’t even flinch. “Am I interrupting something?”

Dream stomps away, face flushed, arms wrapped around himself. Techno raises an eyebrow.

“You lookin’ for something, Phil?” he asks, and the unpleasant knot in Phil’s chest refuses to unwind.

The episodes, unfortunately, don’t seem to get much better. Though he’s rarely outright violent, Dream looks constantly murderous, usually muttering underneath his breath about something or another while he stalks the grounds of Techno’s house. It’s not too long before Techno sends him out to work around the house instead of just moping within the cottage, which also means that Phil sees him a lot more - tending to a small farm behind the house, feeding the dogs, hacking away at mobs, and usually complaining the entire time. It’s unnerving, even as injured and unarmored as the man is, to see him walking around like this; despite his rather pathetic appearance, swamped in sweaters that dwarf him thoroughly and thin enough to look like the slightest breeze will knock him over, his eyes are flinty and intelligent and bubble with promises of revenge.

“FUCK!” Phil turns to see him slamming a shovel into the snow, stomping away into the woods, and his hands tighten around his cup of tea. Next to him, Techno shrugs.

“Nerd’s got a few issues,” he drawls, and Phil laughs shortly.

“That seems like an understatement.”

“He’ll ease up in time,” Techno sounds surprisingly confident, completely content despite the muffled curses that come from the woods next to them. He’s probably used to it, with Chat and all, but Phil can’t quite seem to find the same calm.

“I just don’t know, mate,” Phil shakes his head. “You sure having him around is the best idea? He doesn’t seem...stable.”

Techno looks up at him over the rim of his cup of coffee. His head tilts, considering, but there’s a small smile on his face that tells Phil that Techno, inexplicably, doesn’t share the same sentiments. There was always a part of him that was, for the lack of a better word, softer than the rest of the server for his self-proclaimed rival, a sort of understanding that Phil could hardly hope (nor would really want to) understand.

“Don’t worry, Phil, if he tries anything I can always just tie him up in the attic or something,” Phil huffs a small laugh, amused, and nods to concede the point. “And- well, call it intuition. You could really try talkin’ to him, you know. He reminds me of you, sometimes.”

The words stick in his head despite his best efforts, rattling in his skull when he tries to sleep, lingering when he catches glimpses of the green-clothed man stalking around their properties. He can’t imagine what would’ve prompted his old friend to make the comparison, can’t think of a single thing (besides their affinity for the color green) that would mark him as similar to the - from what he’s heard - deranged menace with a particular penchant for destruction (not that his rants and fits of anger are doing anything to correct that impression). Even so, Techno had sounded so sure when he’d made the comparison, the words offhand like he’d thought them a million times before, like it was a simple observation that held no more weight than commenting on the color of the sky. Phil watches as Dream lugs a pile of logs behind him, huffing at one of Techno’s dogs that comes to chase and nip at his feet and grumbling loudly before faceplanting into the snow. He just...can’t see it.

Days later, Wilbur comes to visit, a grin on his lips as he dramatically recounts his newest exploit: a nation by Las Nevadas, a supposed safe haven away from the glitter and glory of Quackity’s city; it sounds brilliant, it sounds lovely, and more than anything it sounds stupid, and Phil tells him as such immediately.

“You’re being reckless,” he rants at his son, wings flaring outwards and only barely noticing Dream watching from the corner of his eye, “What are you doing- picking fights with Quackity? Starting another nation- didn’t you see what happened to the first two you made? You’re going to get yourself killed, Wil!”

“Well, I’ve already seen what’s on the other side of death, and it’s really not that bad-“

“You’re my son!” The words are angrier than Phil would’ve liked, and he knows that he looks ridiculous and overbearing, criticizing the actions of his fully grown son, but all he can see is Wilbur’s face, slack with pain and grief, stained with ash and soot as his eyes flutter to half-mast in the midst of the rubble of a country he loved and destroyed and destroyed him in turn. “I can’t lose you again, Wil!”

Wilbur doesn’t quite storm out, but it’s a near thing, leaving with a clipped goodbye and leaving Phil seething on his doorstep. He spends the rest of the night pacing around the house in a sort of mad frenzy, wings stretching and folding over and over. Not for the first time, he longs for the sky, to feel the air through his wings and let the world fall into pinpricks below him; it’s this that leads him to the roof of his house, staring stubbornly at the clouds as the sun sinks down to the horizon.

“Hey.”

Phil startles; there, down below him, is Dream. He rocks back on his heels, seeming awkward, before clambering up the wall (Phil rolls his eyes at the ease with which he scales it, the feeling in his chest almost fond) and settling himself on the shingles at Phil’s side.

“Hey, mate,” Phil shakes his head. The fondness leaves, and the irritation that had risen at Wilbur’s words, earlier, comes back full-force. “Sorry- Wil came to visit, we talked. I just needed some time to think.”

Dream hums in acknowledgement, and they fall into a comfortable silence, watching as the sun dipping down past the mountains in the distance.

“You know,” Dream starts, sudden, “I told him the same thing.” He looks up at Phil, eyes faraway with old memories. “Wilbur, I mean. When he made L’manburg- I told him he was being reckless.” He shrugs. “I guess he never listened.”

Phil pauses, Techno’s words ringing in his ears. He reminds me of you, sometimes.

Dream looks surprisingly normal up close - face no longer reddened with fever or pale from blood loss, even the scars fail to really take from the boyishness of his face. He bites his lips, eyes falling away at Phil’s scrutiny, golden blond hair flopping over his forehead, newly trimmed to be something a little closer to his old length, at least in the front, the back pulled into a small ponytail. He’s young, and shockingly awkward, teeth worrying his lip, hands fiddling with each other, shifting his weight from one foot to the other several times a minute. He looks like a kid.

“He never does,” Phil lets himself smile, watches as Dream smiles back, almost like they’re sharing a joke. He wonders how well he really knows the man behind the mask. “Want to come in for some tea?”

Dream smiles wider, and something old and worn in Phils chest, knocked loose ever since he felt his son fall limp in his arms with his own sword shoved between his ribs, falls back into place.

“That would be great,” Dream replies, the words almost hopeful, and they go inside.