#anyway! if you support either of them kindly leave

[ughgoaway]

thank you for keeping your blog a safe and happy place, ace. 💗💗💗 and sorry for tia thinking she can claim every idea lol. your fanfics are incredible and your personality is admirable for mostly staying out of petty drama. we all love you, vee and halla and are proud of you guys for standing your ground and not letting this be anymore immature than it has to be.

of course, my love, and I'm so sorry it had to be brought public. But tia and Lily made that decision, and I refused to let my friends get steamrolled when they did NOTHING.

thank you so much for liking my work, I love all of you so much. I really did try my best to stay out of it, but for Lily to post those things when most people have no context is dangerous.

I really appreciate you sending this, the good thing is me, Halla and Vee know we are in the right, and that's that! I was feeling guilty, but I truly don't care anymore. if they want to act like high schoolers, then I will quite happily be the fucking adult in this situation!

[the-other-art-blog]

Violet to Colin: "You're one of my most sensitive children."

The fandom: "How can she say that! Anthony, Benedict bla, bla bla..."

Colin is ONE of her most sensitive children. ONE, just ONE of them. And she's right.

ONE OF HER MOST SENSITIVE CHILDREN

He was the only one who indulged Violet and let her introduce him to debutantes in s1, while Anthony fucked his mistress and Ben went to orgies.

He was a complete gentleman with Marina. AND defended her when Anthony implied something about her.

And when he learned the truth, he confessed that he would have married her if she had told him the truth. 🥹

He danced with Pen after Cressida bullied her.

He wrote dozens of letters that his family of 8 could not care to respond to often. There are 8 of them!

He worried about Ben in s2 and supported him on his application to the Academy.

He learned the truth of Jack Featherington and instead of simply leaving, he did something about it. Not only did he help the Featherington family, but he saved other lords from being scammed.

He apologized to Will, explained why he acted rudely AND made amends to repair the damage by bringing men to Will's club.

He returned with gifts for everyone, but he seemed particularly thoughtful to his sisters and mother. A perfume for Hyacinth, music for Francesca, and a book for Eloise 🥹. Violet was so moved by his gift and here we have a lovely headcanon on the watch:

Then with Pen...

He runs after Pen, despite other men wanting to know about his adventures.

He acknowledges his mistake and immediately tries to apologize to Pen in the Four Seasons Ball.

The next day, he comes back with a heartfelt apology.

Then, he offers her help, despite the risk of scandal and embarrassment for him. He knows Pen has no one else.

He goes to see Pen at night to make sure she's ok. And when she asks him for a kiss, he does it so sweetly.

He is brave enough to leave the men who just want to know about his sexual life.

HE WAS BRAVE ENOUGH TO ASK, as soon as he put himself together and understood his feelings. He didn't play jealousy games like others, he went and put his heart on the table. He didn't even know about Pen's feelings and he risked it!

Some extracts from Colin's journals show that his family is always in his thoughts.

You can see why Violet, as the good mother that she is, can tell how sensitive he is.

Colin travels during the summer and comes back during the season to be with his family. It angers me that people think he's selfish for this when Benedict also abandons the family to fuck.

And yet, both Colin and Ben are sensitive. BOTH OF THEM, Francesca too. I wouldn't call Hyacinth or Gregory sensitive right now, and before s3, I wouldn't include Eloise either.

Anyway, I needed to get this out because I am so fucking tired of Kanthonies and Benophies making tantrums about this line.

I'm sure when s4 comes, we are going to see a moment between Violet and Ben where she acknowledges how amazing he is and everything he has done for the family. But not now, because this is COLIN'S SEASON.

(NOTE: If you are thinking of reblogging this post with the tag #Colin is the most sensitive, kindly fuck off. I made this post to fight the Kanthonies and Benophie that are attacking Colin, not to validate your own need to make Colin superior to other characters. HE IS ONE OF THE MOST SENSITIVE CHILDREN, ONE)

[weepingwillowwonder]

May I request an Alastor x Male!reader

I’ll let you decide the plot and such,

Love your work btw!!

Hi there anon!! Thank you so much for your support & your request!! :3 Also so sorry it's taken me so long to respond!!! (I've unfortunately been sick the past few days, but I'm now feeling better! whoohoo!)

Anyway! I hope this is what you're looking for~

Alastor x M!Reader [NSFW!! MDNI!!!]

CW: Dom!Alastor, Sub!Reader, "Stimulation" of Alastor's microphone/staff/cane (?), Brief handjob (receiving), "Finishing" fully clothed, Tiny bit of plot

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The relationship between you and the radio demon was quite peculiar. You definitely weren't a couple, surely not friends, and yet you spent a questionable amount of time together. Always coming and going with him to and from the hotel, everywhere he was, you would follow. This instance was quietly explored by the hotel's guests as they talked behind the scenes, eyes curious as to exactly who or what you were to Alastor. 

Naturally, no one would boldly ask the question directly to him, knowing that he wouldn’t take such prying kindly. Besides, he’d never give away such a well kept secret anyway, so that left you. However, on the rare occasions you were seemingly alone and received some form of the question 'what is your relationship with Alastor?' The conversation was cut short either by you suddenly needing to leave...or the radio demon himself summoning you. Thus your relations remained a secret, known only to him and yourself.

Today in a similar turn of events, Alastor had called your name from where you happened to be seated at the hotel's bar. With no hesitation, you nod to the other residents as you depart from them and ascend the stairs, following along. He quietly led you along the corridors, almost as if he had an invisible leash attached to you. When you approach his room, he opens the door for you like the gentleman he is, and offers for you to go ahead first. Once you both move inside, you hear the click of the lock and wait for his next command. 

You were no stranger to Alastor's room, as you were a frequent visitor. You find yourself standing out of his way as you wait for his instruction, hands clasped together politely behind your back, buzzing slightly in anticipation. He takes his time shuffling around, discarding his blazer on a nearby chair, slowly rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. When he turns his back to grab an alcoholic beverage from a nearby shelf, you shift your weight restlessly. 

His ears twitch slightly at the sound of your rustling clothes and speaks without turning around, “My my…You must not have learned anything from our previous sessions, you impatient little thing.” You straighten up immediately at his voice, head hanging low at the mocking tone. He finally sits himself down on the small couch and looks up at you, spreading his legs wide. Pointing to the ground in front of him, he speaks in a commanding voice, “Sit.”

Showing some semblance of self control you quickly, but gracefully, bring yourself to your knees at his feet. Eyes still glued to the floor, you watch as he brings the end of his extended microphone staff to the side of your thigh, tapping slightly. You take the cue and spread your legs wider, feeling your member twitch to life as you put yourself on display for him. “Oh good, maybe you are capable of following directions today. Tell me,” He looks at the drink in his hand, the faint sound of ice clinking against the glass fills the air. Using his other hand, he brings the end of his microphone to drag against the inside of your thigh, “Have we discussed interacting with the other residents before?”

Your head snaps up, panicked eyes finding his. You swallow down nothing as your throat gets dry, mouth opening like a fish out of water but no sound comes out. Did you do something wrong? He chuckles at your frightened expression and takes a sip of his drink, moving the microphone to your center. It doesn’t take much before you feel the blood begin to rush between your legs.  “If I remember correctly, I don’t recall giving you permission to entertain their curiosity. Even so with trivial matters such as our relationship. Hah, how silly…!” 

He slowly drags the microphone along the outline of your pants, gently putting pressure against you. “I wasn’t...” You start, getting flustered as you’re very quickly turned on by his actions. Alastor rarely touched you, even less so like this. “They were just asking…But I didn’t tell, d-didn’t say anything I swear…” You breath out, hips jumping to follow the stimulation. He pulls away when you begin to move, a smug smile tugs on his lips when you sigh in frustration. The growing hardness in your pants makes it difficult to sit still, hands twitching impatiently at your sides.

Alastor eyes you carefully above the rim of his glass as he takes another sip before bringing his microphone back to the now straining fabric of your pants. “Mm. How odd then to have Angel Dust ask me if he can borrow my assistant for extracurricular activities.” His microphone is outright stroking you now, an even motion along your length teasing you just enough to keep you needy but not enough to finish you off. 

“Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t find it strange for him to ask such a…lewd question. However..” He finds the sensitive tip of your length easily, marked by the darkening spot on your slacks where you were leaking with arousal. He takes his time circling the area, making you grit your teeth. “...you can imagine my surprise when he brings up having you collared and on a leash.”  He spits out, his usual smile tightening dangerously. Your eyes close as you not only struggle to remain still, but also as you try to remember this exact conversation. 

You know you shouldn’t...You know that you’re already in deep waters, but the feeling of your cock throbbing, stuck behind the sticky fabric that rubs just perfectly when he uses the microphone to touch you has your head spinning. Your breath quickens as your fingers move to so slightly skim along yourself to relieve some of the pressure... “Alastor, sir, plea-” You try to beg, moaning out his name only to immediately go silent as the chain being pulled around your neck suddenly yanks you forward. Your eyes go wide and you choke down the whimper that threatens to escape as distorted static hits your ears. Alastor quickly reaches his free hand down to fully grip your length tightly,  “If you value this, I suggest you remain still and be silent.” 

For a moment everything was still. It almost seemed as if Alastor realized what had happened before you did. He watches as your body trembles beneath him, eyes rolling back, lips slightly parted in bliss. All you can hear is your heartbeat pounding in your ears and the heavy sound of you trying to catch your breath. The warm feeling of him holding you is too much to handle after the prolonged teasing and your hips arch forward to seek the friction against his hand. And despite the warning to not move, you can’t help the way your hips slightly jerk as you desperately rut against him, begging in a string of apologies.

In a moment of forgiveness, his hand pumps you slowly, milking you of your release, watching the mess accumulate in your pants. “Filthy.” He mutters disappointedly wiping his hand on a napkin nearby. “It seems you do need another lesson in self control after all.”

[anim-ttrpgs]

Annoucning the A.N.I.M. TTRPG Book Club!

The original idea was from @thydungeonguy, but he let us take care of it provided we do most of the heavy lifting to make it run smoothly.

Message either @anim-ttrpgs or @thydungeonguy and just ask to get an invite! It’s free, you just have to ask! Or, you can visit our website and find the discord link there.

Here’s the short version.

We’re running a club that treats (indie) TTRPG-playing like a book club. There’s a nomination period for RPGs, then a vote to decide which RPG we play, then scheduling discussion, then everyone who can make it(we may split up among multiple groups depending on the number of sign-ups) plays the same adventure with the same RPG(usually a 1-2 session adventure, 3 sessions if it has to go on longer), then we discuss it.

Then, repeat.

The purpose of the club is to play indie tabletop role-playing games that aren't D&D5e, bringing new games to people’s attention and getting to experience how those games work in practice. It’s an encouragement to step out of your comfort zone and try new games with enthusiastic people who love them, and even step out of your comfort zone and learn how to GM a game if you’ve never done it. The way we set up the structure of the club makes it very easy, forgiving, and supportive for GMs even when playing a game they’ve never played before—it’s really not as hard as it seems, especially since we use adventure modules, the greatest GM tool ever devised.

Join up by sending us or @thydungeonguy a message or ask, and maybe you’ll even get to play the full version of Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy for free! That is, if it gets nominated and wins the vote. Even though we’re running the club, our own games aren’t gonna get special treatment.

Despite, and perhaps especially since, our games aren’t getting special priority in the club, and because the A.N.I.M. team is doing everything to organize and support novice GMs and fellow indie TTRPG authors, organizing and running this club is a good amount of extra work for our very small team for no direct profit. We ask that if you enjoy this club, you kindly leave a tip for us on kofi or support us on patreon. It'll keep this server running smoothly and keep us creating TTRPGs, plus with a patreon subscription of at least $5, you get the prerelease rulebook as well as future updates, two horror adventure modules, and two short stories and a novella taking place in the Eureka world!

Join up by messaging either us or @thydungeonguy, or finding the discord invite link on our website!

Even if that’s not your thing, visit our website anyway to pick up a free copy of the Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy demo, complete with a free starter adventure module and pregen character sheets!

This is gonna be a blast.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Two chapters in less than twenty-four hours. I literally haven't done this in a decade. Send help. Wheezing. May have thrown my back out. In need of life support.

Anyways here we gooooooo

Hearing Problems

LA!Mihawk x AFAB!OC

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Chapter 2: A Battle of Wits

Tags: Slow-burn, Enemies to Lovers, eventually NSFW, uh, if I think of more I'll add them or something

Trigger Warnings: None for this chapter

Wordcount: 2.2k

Summary:

After having her sloop sunk by the Buggy Pirates and losing most of her worldly possessions in the process, the normally solitary mercenary Karimi Lionne finds herself teaming up with the rag-tag little crew that is the Strawhat Pirates to defeat them. She bonds with them far more quickly than she bargained for, and that quickly turns into a problem for the Kiku Kiku no Mi devil fruit user when she learns of Nami's plans to leave them high and dry, and Zoro issues a challenge at Baratie that he very likely won't live long enough to regret.

Karimi did her best to steel her resolve despite the blood rushing in her ears as she lay there.

Lay there on the docks outside the seafaring restaurant, her strength zapped by the salt water, completely defenseless as Dracule Mihawk towered over her, his arms crossed, observing her with an unreadable expression and indecipherable tone to his question that still echoed in her ears.

Devil fruit, then, is it?

It wasn't too big of a surpise that he had figured it out that quickly. No, the surprise was his very presence there on the docks. That he had bothered to seek her out and ask her.

She finally expelled the breath trapped within her lungs in a slow sigh, closing her eyes again, feigning an aloof facade as well as she could.

"No idea what you're referring to," she said, as levelly as she could. She could hear a slight edge in her tone, but that was fine. That was to be expected. At least she had found the will to speak.

"There's really no use playing coy, dear. Though I am curious..." he said slowly, "what might lead a devil fruit user to intentionally dampen their own power."

"I don't think that's really any of your business," she said, mimicking his drawling lilt. "I am trying to drink myself into a stupor before morning and your presence is not helping the endeavor. So, if you would..." She lifted a hand and made a shooing motion. "Kindly fuck off."

Mihawk quirked an eyebrow, wondering whether every member of the strawhat's crew were insolent fools. Roronoa Zoro's challenge had been one thing—now this girl, this child, was mocking him to his face, attempting to shoo him off like a stray dog begging for scraps.

For a moment, he was completely speechless, feeling oddly as if he had taken a brief step out of reality.

Then he stepped slowly forward, stopping a few inches behind the crown of her tattered brown hat, and crouched down, casting a shadow across her much smaller form.

"You know who I am." It wasn't a question—apart from her abilities, which she still had yet to confirm or deny, he had seen the flicker of recognition in her eyes back on the deck of the restaurant. "Do you have a death wish, little one?"

She cracked open her eyes, meeting his gaze.

"If I say yes will you make it quick and painless?" Then she rolled them and shut them again. "Forgive me if I don't have much respect for glorified political puppets."

She was either too brave for her own good, out of her mind, or legitimately suicidal—and yet there was something intriguing about her complete lack of concern for the fact that he could easily push her right off the edge of the dock with the heel of his boot and watch her devil fruit abilities sink her like a brick to the bottom of the East Blue. There was a clear edge to her voice that told him she was well aware of that fact, and yet she carried on with her contemptuous sarcasm as if she didn't have a care in the world.

It was almost entertaining—a game of wit and intimidation that no one had played so readily or boldly against the warlord in years. He lowered a hand a flicked a few strands of her dark green hair away from her forehead, noting how she briefly tensed at his touch, very briefly; how her breath caught in her throat for a fleeting moment before returning to normal.

"You are in a rather...precarious position," he said lightly, "to be behaving with such impudence, little bird." She shivered when his knuckles brushed lightly down her neck. "As I said, I'm merely curious about the ability you demonstrated earlier. I can't say I'm particularly accustomed to having my mind invaded."

He watched her grit her teeth and abruptly sit up straight on the dock, swiping up the unmarked wine bottle sitting next to her and taking a swig.

"Oh, avast, sir!" she said in a particularly dramatic tone, "—and allow me a moment to wave a sad goodbye to the last fuck I had left to give as it drifts away on yonder tides."

His eyebrows furrowed as she lifted a hand and waved out at the vast expanse of the darkened sea. "Also." She tilted her head back, her eyes locking onto his.

"Call me little bird again and I will find where you sleep, cut off your balls, and feed them to you."

And with her threat hanging in the air between them, her voice slightly slurred, she tilted the bottle back again and took a couple large gulps. His eyes shifted briefly to the pair of daggers hanging at either side of her belt, passing over their ornate, slightly yellowed ivory handles, either antiques or impressive replicas.

Oh, but this was growing more entertaining by the second. Half-drunk and spouting off honest to god threats now—he honestly wasn't sure what to do with her. Mihawk straightened back out, circling slowly around the green-haired enigma, like a predator sizing up his prey.

"If you answer my questions, I will leave you be to drink yourself into an early grave, little bird." He watched as she heaved a sigh, rolling her eyes and glaring out toward the horizon, lit dimly by the crescent moon hanging in the sky overhead.

"Counter-offer," she said flatly.

Everyone else aboard the Going Merry seemed have completely lost every iota of intelligence they might have once possessed—Karimi figured she might as well join the questionable decisions club.

"Let the idiot swordsman live, and I'll work for you. Free of charge. For a year."

For a moment he was silent. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, his eyes scanning over her as she sat there at the docks with her feet in the water, her head swimming more and more with every gulp of wine she downed and her face flushed beneath her freckles from the alcohol. Weighing her offer.

"And what would I want with a little bird flitting around after me for an entire year?"

The smug amusement was perfectly clear in his tone, and Karimi had expected it. Standing at five foot two, weighing in at perhaps eight or nine stone soaking wet, the twenty-four year old knew she didn't come across as much of a threat—but she shared the same stature with her grandmother, who had racked up a bounty of over two billion Berries in her heyday.

"Six years experience in covert mercenary work," she said, holding up one finger. She held up another. "An underling to send off on World Government errands that aren't worth your time." She held up a third finger, picking her head up and rolling her eyes up to meet his. It was fairly clear that he wasn't going to kill her on the spot—between that knowledge, the buzz from the cheap wine and expensive rum she had consumed earlier, and her utter exhaustion and present physical weakness from prolonged contact with ocean water, she was quickly growing less concerned. "I can literally hear the thoughts of everyone within a fifty foot radius at all times. Well..." She gestured toward her feet in the water, lifting her wine. "Not now, but usually."

She took a swig, set the bottle down, and laid back on the cool, damp wood of the dock again, closing her eyes and tucking a hand behind her neck.

"Play with your swords all you want, there's no weapon more dangerous than information."

"You're rather quick to leave your crew behind," he said said slowly. "That speaks very little to any loyalty you could offer."

"We're not even really a crew," she sighed. Karimi raised a hand to her face, rubbing at her eyes and shaking her head. "Zoro would tell you that just as quickly as Luffy would tell you that he's his first mate. So would Nami, but she'll be gone just after sunrise if she has any say. That's going to be enough of a blow. But Zoro *dies*, that's going to shatter Luffy." Another swig of wine, another sigh. "Poor kid's got rocks for brains but he's got a good heart. Just wants the whole world to drop everything and follow their dreams."

"An idealistic idiot and a suicidal swordsman."

Karimi gave a snort of laughter—that hit the nail on the head. "And a pathological liar that can't even tell himself the truth, and a girl so desperate to save her home that she distances herself and steals from the only people who have shown her genuine compassion in over a decade."

"It sounds like they're already falling apart from within." Karimi shrugged a shoulder. "So why, then," he said, clear skepticism dawning in his tone, "would a Marine Vice Admiral call me out here to take care of it?"

A Marine Vice Admiral.

Karimi didn't even bother trying to contain her smirk—even with her devil fruit abilities supressed, she knew exactly what that meant. She knew it alone from the attack that Garp had led on the Going Merry, and didn't even bother opening her eyes as she responded in a mocking tone.

"Well, I except Garp the Fist didn't want to see his grandbaby grow up to be a filthy pirate." No—she did crack one eye, to watch the subtle shift in the pirate warlord's expression. The slow lowering of his brows. The miniscule twitch in a muscle between the corner of his lips and his nose.

Registering that he had been sent out of his way to deal with a petty family dispute.

"My offer stands." She lifted her bottle as if in toast. "You let Roronoa Zoro live, you'll have one year free from dealing with this sort of bullshit, courtesy of yours truly."

Agreeing to her offer felt like it would be an admission of defeat. Whether the battle was one of blades or wits, it was rare—if ever—that Mihawk conceded defeat. The entertainment, the fun of this exchange had drained the moment she laid her claim that Garp was using him as a mediator to capture and deliver his grandson to him.

Once more he crouched down, at the girl's side this time, his eyes glued to hers.

"And for what reason should I believe you?" he said quietly, searching her eyes for any sign of deceit, of treachery.

Yet all he found in their emerald green depths was amusement. That paired with the noncommittal shrug of her shoulders served only to infuriate him more.

"You have no reason to believe me," she said, her tone just as smug as her smirk. "But I wouldn't want to work for anyone that would trust the word of a Marine over a fellow pirate, anyway."

Her eyes slipped shut again, as if the deal was already done, in a manner that suggested it was already set in stone.

In a way that made his blood boil.

The girl drew in a sharp breath when his hand wrapped around her chin, her eyes snapping open to meet his gaze as the pads of his fingers pressed into her wine-flushed cheeks, her breath catching for more than just a brief moment this time. She didn't breathe at all as he leaned down, his face barely an inch from hers, her eyes wide as saucers.

So she did fear death. That was something.

"I will consider your offer, little bird," he said lightly.

Karimi swallowed, watching his eyes flicker away from hers for a moment, toward her slightly parted lips.

"And you will have your answer after my duel with your swordsman friend."

He loosened his grip the slightest bit.

Shifted his hand, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip.

"Whether it be in the form of his continued heartbeat or his bloodied corpse."

And with that he released her and straightened himself out to stand over her. With one last sharp glance down toward her, he strode away down the docks.

Karimi didn't turn her head to watch his departure, simply staring straight up at the stars dotting the inky black expanse over her head as she drew in a slow, shaky breath. Normally silence was a comfort to her, but right now, with nothing but her own troubled thoughts slowly cresting from a murmur to a chaotic jumble of inane chatter somewhere between her ears, it wasn't.

And when she closed her eyes to sigh, to try to calm herself, all she could see plastered to the back of ger eyelids were his own sharp, yellow irises.

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[silvysartfulness]

Just a week into the US election year of 2024, and I'm already seeing some Takes™ on my dash.

Please. No.

I know you hate your options, guys, but third party will not win. They simply won't, not in 2024, no matter how much you wish they would. Building that kind of voting power takes time, and with the current voting-suppression systems and gerrymandering in place, you're just not there yet.

And you know the people who are tempted to try it anyway are the people on the left and some lost-looking centrists. And you know that taking those votes away from the Democrats while the people on the right turn up to vote en-mass as they always do means that Trump will win.

I cannot overstate how much you can't let that happen. You can't.

You can feel betrayed and be frustrated with the Biden government all you like, but you can't hand that position of power back to Trump and the conservatives. People will suffer. People will die. Within your own country and globally.

If you seriously think Trump in power will mean less genocide and fascism in the world, I'm sorry, but you're straight up delusional.

Please think really hard about what narratives you're buying into, supporting and spreading this year. Not immune to propaganda etc. People who try to cloud your judgment by appealing to your anger and sense of helplessness, telling you not to vote, or vote third party may genuinely believe what say - or they're manipulating you into throwing your vote away. Either way, the end result is the same.

And frankly - the choice is yours, but if you intend to chase the third party pipedream right now and thereby allowing a fascist government to take over and dictate global politics for the next four years at least (provided their next insurrection isn't successful, leaving them in power indefinitely...)

Then kindly unfollow me. Right now.

I have zero patience for the leftist "perfect or nothing" mindset when the alternative is outright open and proud fascism. No fucking dithering. You have one job this year. You can either vote for the lesser evil like a fucking grownup and then work within the system for further change, or get right out of my face.

That's all.

[babybadger]

What about an imagine where you are Daniels girlfriend and you are also part of the media team at McLaren and you do a video with him where you show him imagines from Tumblr and Wattpad.

Now this is simply hilarious. I knew I had to write this now. Thank you for requesting :) P.S not really smut but gets suggestive towards the end x

Reading Fanfiction

As soon as Daniel had decided to sign with McLaren he knew that you would need a job in England to to occupy your time while he was at the factory. He very quickly got you a job in the media team. It also just so happened that the woman who was supposed to be head of his marketing team had to go on maternity leave the following month and you were fresh meat with the team. Everyone had seen how crazy Daniel could be in the media and who bets to handle that than his very own girlfriend. You already got headaches from him anyway.

Today as Daniel entered the marketing rooms of MTC, you were already sitting there with some of your colleagues having a chat and a coffee. "Well hello there Mrs" Daniel says in a horrific Southern American accent. "I heard you were looking for a tough hunk to woo the ladies online with and here I am" he says gesturing towards his body. You turn back to your friends and role your eyes before saying "excuse my embarrassment of a boyfriend for being late, he was most likely repeating that to perfection in the mirror this morning. Weren't you babe?" Two can play at the unprofessional game. "Only for you sweet baby" He smiles wrapping his arms around you and trapping you in a bone crushing hug.

"Right Dan lets get this over with. Actually I think we'll do this video today." You say laughing mischievously and pointing to your laptop screen while your colleagues laughed and agreed. "What's so funny huh joker" Daniel asks as you stand up and peck his cheek before guiding him down behind the laptop and squeezing his shoulders from behind. "Okay so introduce yourself and just say today we are going to read some fan posts. Then begin on the first tab and read them through till tab 5, do NOT read tab 6, that's for later. Got it?" You directed him about. God you were so sexy when you ordered him about when you were working. Daniel just smirked at you and nodded in agreement.

"Hi guys tis I Daniel Ricciardo and today we are here at the beautiful M to the T to the C and I'm gonna read some fan posts from all our beautiful supporters out there. Let me know in the comments if any of these are from you and yeah lets get straight into the first one." You had to hold back a chuckle when he said about the commenting, knowing most people wouldn't own up to it. You watched as Daniel's eyes took a trip across the screen before landing back on yours behind the camera. "Are you serious right now? You want me to read 'Daniel soothes you to sleep part 2' to the world?" Staring at you he's unsure if you're playing with him again or if this is actually a video McLaren have approved. "Even Andreas said it would be funny now carry on."

Daniel was so overwhelmed by the time he got to the 5th one he was so confused. "Okay so this is the last story I've read about myself that's not actually about myself and it's honestly quite accurate. I have many a time had to take my girlfriends makeup off her drunk as a skunk face and put her in pjs before tucking her into my warm king size bed so whoever wrote this does get me on like a deeper level." You looked at him with a face like thunder. "Really Daniel?" "Hey I didn't pick the stories you did." Once again you role your eyes but end it with a chuckle. Okay for the outro can you just give your overall opinion of the fictions and obviously be nice and appreciative of the fans. Thank you kindly" You direct before looking back at your paperwork. "Wow so they were some interesting reads guys, It was interesting to see how the fans perceive me and at least in all of there I'm either the strong protective guy or the kind supportive boyfriend and you know what I'll take both of them. Thank you to all the fans who spend their time helping other immense in the world of Danny Ric but for now it's kind, protective, strong loving boyfriend over and out" He finishes the video.

Later on you and Daniel are at home getting ready for bed. You're in the bathroom finishing your skincare and he's lying on his phone laughing at the medias group chat talking about today's video pinging on your phone as you let him read it to you. "Oh yeah Y/N you never told me what was on tab 6." You giggle and walk through into the bedroom. "Open up my phone its on there too." You blush as you get into bed.

"Daniel Ricciardo is definitely the most attentive boyfriend. He gives flowers and hugs you all day long. He would look after you so well if you were sick or feeling crampy. He would make you laugh all day long. Don't even get me started on the bedroom. This man practically created the clit with how well he knows how to use it. Y/N is so lucky. I rest my case"

Daniel reads out loud and looks over at you kneeling on the bed beside him blushing. "The others were fiction but this one seemed a bit too true. I love you" You said quietly as his hand stroked up and down your thigh. "Babe" Daniel smirks making you look up at him from staring at his slow moving hand. "I think its time I check on my most marvellous creation" You let out a squeal as he pulls you down onto the bed and laugh as he begins to kiss you. You’re not sure if there actually is a difference between real or fiction daniel, because both knew exactly what they were doing

[orange-cheetah]

[N1A7] Chapter 1: Mash Burnedead and the Forest of Forewarning

(from Mash Burnedead and the Book of Adventures) Choose what Mash does next! Poll under Read More.

[Previously: [A-1] Upon returning to the Adler dormitory, Mash realizes that the cream puffs he had been holding have disappeared. He catches sight of a small creature running off with the paper bag with the cream puffs; before he could chase after it Finn calls out to him. Finn tells a dejected Mash that it might be the work of a troll. Mash heads into the forest, only to find the troll himself beckoning to him...]

[masterlist]

▷Aー7

“I have something to do with you too.”

As Mash approaches, the troll looks happy for some reason.

“Right, let’s have a sumo match!!”

“Why?”

“Like I said, sumo.”

“What’s ‘sumo’?”

Mash asks honestly without pretending to know, and the troll tells him about it kindly.

“You don’t know about it? Well, it’s a kind of martial art.”

With that one phrase, Mash understands. This mound was not a stage, but a ring. If that's the case, there's only one thing to do.

Mash took off his robe and uniform, carefully folded them, and stepped barefoot onto the cool, compact soil. He immediately entered the ring.

"Hmm, so it feels like this."

The troll explains to Mash, who is jumping lightly to check his footing.

"The rules are simple. If anything other than the soles of your feet touches the sand, you lose. Also, if you step outside the ring, you lose as well."

He points to the circle made of something like straw. In other words, the winner is the one who stays standing without leaving this circle.

“Got it.”

“Good. Well then, let's go! Hakkeyoi[1]……"

In the center of the ring, a troll with his hips down and his hands balled into fists is glaring at Mash―

●　The first to act wins; anyway, attack first　》》　To Ａ―17

●　Firmly grasp his belt with both hands[2]　》》　To Ａ―28

1 The referee (gyoji) yells a few things, most commonly "hakkeyoi" to encourage the wrestlers to be more active, and "nokotta" to indicate the bout is still ongoing ("you're still in it"). reddit 

[...] The cries are also traditional; no ad-libbing is allowed. One is hakkeyoi, which the gyoji says when the two rikishi are locked together, immobile. An impolite translation might be “Get a move on.” Schilling 1994, p. 46 

The exact pronunciation the troll uses is hakkyoui (はっ���ょーい).

2 There are two main types of wrestling in sumo: oshi-zumo and yotsu-zumo. Yotsu-zumo is where both wrestlers grasp the other's belt with both hands, hence the literal translation: four sumo or four hands on the mawashi sumo. fandom

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The original text is がっぷり四（よ）つに組む.

[Notes: I know more about sumo today than I did yesterday.

Thank you for the support on the first section! It makes me very happy to see that people are coming along for the ride ^^ I haven't read this chapter either, so I'm reading with you guys.

Will post a masterlist of all the sections after a few more rounds so things are organized!]

[whatsjulietslastname]

I think Max’s parents are very nice people because they’re treating their daughter very kindly, they don’t even get mad if principal Wells told them Max is having a bad attitude, they just send her a text encouraging her to do better and proposing her to talk about it, which is an amazing reaction and shows that she must’ve been raised well and most likely in a positive and loving household (especially on her mother’s side, I have no doubt her father is the same but he’s less present throughout the game). Plus they’re really supporting and understanding after Kate’s suicide (attempt). They even send a card to Chloe in the alternate timeline.

But I also find it really weird of them to just disappear after William’s death. Like, okay, they were supposed to move either way, and sometimes you can’t delay it because maybe they paid trucks or something so they couldn’t stay more, okay. But you’re telling me they never called/texted Joyce once after leaving? Their daughters are best friends since forever, so even if the parents didn’t get along (it happens, people don’t have to always get along) that still means they knew each other for years. And well, maybe try to support the mother of your child’s best friend who’s now a willow and has to deal with everything on her own? I know what you’re gonna say « why are you assuming they never called ». Well, maybe they did call or text or whatever but then why did neither of them suggest the idea that maybe Max and Chloe could reunite? I know Max was ghosting Chloe, but I don’t think it was to the point of refusing to see her again if offered to.

Also, we see Max being really close to Joyce and William when she was a kid, and I don’t know why I don’t get the feeling Chloe was as close to Max’s parents as Max was with hers.

Anyway, I still think that Max’s parents were good people and I don’t like it when they’re turned into assholes in fanfics, but this is some weird thing I needed to point out. It’s probably just a plothole, though, but I like analyzing everything :)

[chocolatespyro]

Me learning to not give people the benefit of the doubt when they've been given the benefit of the doubt about 50 times already

(III 15 edition. Spoilers under the cut if you still haven't seen it somehow.)

EDIT: Took out the part about them not mentioning her disability since Bot does say that they wouldn't want Cabby to forget iirc, also about them not thinking kids would understand disability since I wasn't happy with those points and I feel they were inaccurate or somewhat off-topic. That's pretty much it though.

The more I think abt it the more I can see how the Bot apology sucks lmaoooo

Dunno if this was a point made on Twitter (I've heard there's been discontent there? I dont have Twitter tho but I'd LOVE to hear more from other Cabby fans abt what's going on there. u can leave comments on this post if u want or u can just rb and do it thru tags.)

Anyways, to my main points: Bot just says they're sorry for... forcing Cabby to get permission to use her files?

What about them lying to Cabby? I don't believe they ever really apologized for that. OR TOLD HER THAT THEY LIED??

Bot also doesn't really apologize for the other main points people were upset for I think?

I don't think bot ever really takes full accountability for judging Cabby either. No one does really. Like... at least an

"I'm sorry. I really screwed up, and so did a lot of the other contestants. We were too harsh and judgmental towards you for no reason, and our insecurities shouldn't have gotten in the way of you being able to remember. This was supposed to be a fun and welcoming environment and vacation... but it became a nightmare for you instead. I know this won't make up for all the damage done, but I hope this file is useful to you."

(maybe reworded some to fit Bot's personality better, but the apology shouldn't have just been this quick one-off moment taken to the side like in canon.)

To kinda add to the above, I also think it would've been nice if Bot fully noticed and acknowledged HOW other people haven't been treating Cabby very kindly too by giving examples of where nobody stood up for her. Lifering was a great supportive person in the episode, but Bot was there for some of the shit that was pulled against Cabby, ESPECIALLY in episode 7. I so wish that that was acknowledged here. And the fact that Test Tube went directly behind Cabby's back to do that. Where does Bot think Test Tube got those files from?

There's also the fact that Test Tube never approaches to apologize for judging Cabby for no reason. Like she just stares at Cabby and Bot hugging for a few seconds after Bot apologizes that's it. And she... doesn't accuse Cabby. That's the barest fucking minimum she could've done.

Also... the "inaccurate depictions" thing wasn't even true outside of Baseball's file... and that was a bunch of contrived bs. Like Suitcase literally had this whole thing where she stood up to Nickel and I guess... Cabby glossed over that somehow??? I can't suspend my disbelief this much sorry all. Idk where the "Manipulated by Balloon" shit came from. Correct me if I'm wrong bcus I haven't seen season 2.

The only reason why it was inaccurate with Bot is because Cabby thought Bot was Bow, something Cabby IMMEDIATELY corrected herself on. Bot coulda just... reminded Cabby that it wasn't her fault because she didn't know Bot and Bow were two different objects and told Cabby to just... start a new file like others said??? So that shit didn't make sense.

The apology just... kinda feels shallow. Cabby didn't do anything wrong here. She's beaten herself up over this shit. It just hurts to watch.

Bot only really apologized for a single thing and we don't get any acknowledgement towards the lying or the mistreatment or Cabby destroying Bow's file as some sort of garbage symbolism attempt.

Bot's apology was kinda supposed to tie everything together and top everything off nicely in a better and at least slightly more satisfying way than whatever the fuck 14 did, but it just... doesn't. It barely acknowledges the issues. They don't really show how seriously they screwed up with Cabby.

I wanna believe that AE has the best intentions here, but they're on very thin ice in my eyes. If they screw up any next steps with Cabby and/or never address Cabby's issues with Test Tube ever again, I think I'm done having any kind of faith in AE. Even Cabby winning wouldn't save it.

Yeah sorry this got really depressing, this situation is just sad

[wri0thesley]

so sorry to be that guy ack but the corset talk has really reminded me how modern media has ruined people's perception of corsets and women's clothing in general... Corsets are ye olden day equivalent of bras! They provide support, give the impression of a smaller waist silhouette (when it comes to structured corsets) and help with posture! Some enthusiasts of older articles of clothing have taken up to wearing corsets daily and are actually pretty satisfied with them, since they can be unexpectedly comfortable. Some people even wear them during sports!

If a corset is hurting you, or you notice you have trouble breathing while wearing it, then either it is a badly made one or you're wearing it wrong, so always be mindful! Your comfort and safety come first.

Back on the yandere based talk though... How utterly intimate the act of them helping you put it on can be... Someone like Jean or Lisa, oh so kindly agreeing to tie it for you, carefully lacing everything together. Jean would be so careful and patient, making sure everything is laced perfectly and that you're comfortable, while Lisa would watch. She'd run her hands up and down your sides, admiring Jean's handiwork once she's finished. See, you look so good like this, aren't you a beauty? Lisa was right to pick out this pattern, it looks wonderful on a sweet little thing like you!

On the other hand, Kaeya would be more interested in taking it off... It's been a long day, you want to get out of this, so of course Kaeya is here to help you out! Nevermind that you specifically said you don't want his help. He'd be so mean, taking his sweet time with it. And uncharacteristically silent, enough to make you uneasy, frustrated with him. He has a way of toying with your nerves without uttering a single word.

Diluc would ah. Yeah he wouldn't really have experience with this. Leave it to the maids. Maybe you can tease him by asking him to tie it for you, make him all flustered, but in the end the joke's on you bc it would take him half an hour just to make a mess :( Such is the complicated life of Diluc's darling.

oh anon, you absolutely do not need to talk to me about corsets! i wear an underbust corset semi-regularly (i wear fifties repro fashion and it works for the silhouette!) and have talked about it quite a bit here! i get needlessly angry at media about how Corsets Are Bad or scenes about 'oh i hate wearing a corset so much'. the newest bridgerton has a scene where a character says like "my corset is made of whale bones. whales died for me to wear it" and AAAAAGH. it's not. whalebone corsets arent made of whale BONES!!! tell me you did no research without telling me! also that recent news about the bbc/netflix/etc 'banning' corsets over health and safety concerns - JUST MAKE YOUR ACTORS WEAR WELL-FITTED CORSETS? STOP TRYING TO MAKE THEM AS SMALL AS POSSIBLE, JUST GET THEM CUSTOM MADE TO FIT CORRECTLY. ARGH. historical costumery my greatest foe . . .

(i also find mine super helpful for grounding and i know that's very common! i have shitty posture and it helps with that but also the feel of it being there holding me makes me feel a lot more Present! i will also always be an avid Shouter Of Not Buying Shitty eBay or Amazon corsets and supporting a creator or small business!)

ANYWAY

lisa . . . ack. miss lisa. lisa and jean talking about how pretty you look in what they picked out!

i simply think that there is something so much sexier about darling slipping off their gown and being in stockings and chemise and corset . . . so intimate, but still so covered up. diluc is having a breakdown.

[snowflakeanimelover]

Support

Relationships: Jushiro Ukitake x Kana(My OC), Shunsui Kyoraku x Kana(My OC)

Fandom: Bleach’

Warnings: Fluff :), some kiss talk, embarrassment, cute, humor, friends to lovers?, for my own entertainment really

Summary: Growing up with her two best friends, Jushiro Ukitake and Shunsui Kyoraku, Kana really couldn’t hide anything from them. Especially when they get on her nerves.

— — — —

“You had your shot.” Shunsui gloats, puffing his cheeks as he takes a sip of his sake. I gawked at his words. How dare he not be a supportive best friend?

“Shunsui.” Jushiro glares at his friend, but it’s quickly changed when he looks back at me with a soft smile. “I’m sure you’ll get another chance.”

I huff, folding my arms out of both embarrassment and anger. Earlier, my crush got very close and asked me straight if he wanted to be together. I was very shocked that he actually liked me back. After that, I couldn’t help but arrive at my usual hang-out with my two best friends without hiding my anger. I ended up yelling out how frustrated I was because I turned down my crush's request to make out. 

“I-I don’t know, Jushiro. He seemed….upset.” I mutter.

The white-haired male sets his hand gently on my shoulder, keeping his smile. “Well, to be honest, it wouldn’t make sense for him to be upset with you turning down a kiss. Maybe…he’s not right for you…?” He treads carefully on the topic of his displeased impression of the guy.

Shunsui gently pushes Jushiro to the side. “Why didn’t you kiss him?” I knew that look in his eyes. He’s starting to unravel my secret. 

Jushiro pokes his head back when the idea comes to mind. “I wonder that, too. You’re the impulsive type and you’re not afraid to get what you want. So…why is it you didn’t kiss him?”

I could feel my cheeks getting hotter by the second. I had to avoid eye contact as I thought about the answer. Should I tell them?

“I bet she’s playing hard to get,” Shunsui concludes, talking as if I wasn’t there. 

“That very well could be,” Jushiro agrees, “but does she seem the type?”

“Of course! Don’t you remember the time we were kids and she kept ignoring that boy who had a crush on her?”

“Ah, that’s right. If I remember correctly, she didn’t actually like him but was teasing him.”

I growled at their annoying banter about me. What angered me the most was that that story is completely wrong. In fact, it was me who was running away because I didn’t like the boy but he kept following me anyway. My body shivered at the odd memory, thankful I haven’t run into that kid at all.

But this was the last straw. Instead of supporting me or helping me in any way, they get into my business and talk badly about me. Right in front of me, too. The rope has finally snapped and I turn to them with the best glare I had, baring my teeth at them.

“I-I can’t kiss, okay?!”

The two males look at me in shock, making me feel even more embarrassed than I was before. “I…I never learned how to kiss…” 

“Really?!” They both say in unison. 

Shunsui took a step forward, a smile gracing his lips. “Well, why didn’t you say so? I can certainly teach you.”

“W-what?!” I gasp. I was not expecting that from him.

His hand lands on Jushiro’s shoulder, shaking him a bit. “And I’m sure Jushiro wouldn’t mind, either. Right?”

Jushiro smiled kindly, like usual. “Of course…Wait, what?” He suddenly realized what his friend meant and he quickly tries to correct his wording. “I-I mean….! As your best friend, of course! Nothing beyond that…” He chuckles nervously.

“What friends you are,” I mumble, looking away in disappointment, “whatever, I’ll deal with it myself.” I leave them to their own thoughts as I walk out of the room.

— — — —

Bonus:

Shunsui stared at the doorway Kana just left through. “Hey, Jushiro, do you think she was blushing just now?”

Jushiro sighs. “I wish you wouldn’t tease her like that. You know how she can get with relationship talk.”

His friend smiles. “She’ll get over it.”

[lincolnchristie]

FAQs

Just kinda compiling all of these.

Do Patreon supporters get early access to your fanfics, fanfic snippets, fanfic BTS, etc? Nope, Patreon is for original works only. If you like my fanfic and want to support me but don't care about my original work, you can sign up for the $3 tier.

Hey, aren't you... Yes, I am @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels but I try to keep this tumblr strictly for posts about my original novels, including answering questions. I will also sometimes reblog fun stuff. For fandom, go to my other tumblr. It's where I'm more active anyway.

Why do you have two separate accounts? I like to be organized, and the idea of mixing 'fandom' with 'professional' too much makes me uncomfortable.

Is your real name Lincoln? It's real in all ways that matter.

What are your pronouns? She/her and they/them. My gender is none of my business.

What is your publishing schedule? I'm alternating posting standalones and series installments and hope to publish two books a year. So Pestilence is in September, then a standalone in December, and the next book will be War, then the book after that will be a standalone, etc.

Do you do sales? Yes, I do sales periodically, in conjunction with the release of a new book and at the end of the year.

Why do you only share pictures of your cats on Patreon? I'm a very private person and would like to limit glimpses into my personal life. I love sharing my babies but also want to manage my anxiety and trust issues in a way that is healthy for me.

Will you do audiobooks? I'd like to! It's a priority of mine for sure. I'm currently researching performers to find the best fit for each book, and I want to make sure I have the funds to properly compensate them. I'll announce it here once things are locked in.

How do you build an audience? I don't know. I wrote some fanfics in two popular fandoms right before they exploded in size, and kept writing for fun. I didn't plan anything. It was basically "right place right time."

How do you... This post gave me all the starting tools I needed to self publish. I cannot credit @thebibliosphere enough because following her tumblr and learning from her posts was beyond beneficial. I never would've had the courage to self-publish if I didn't see her do it first, and be open and generous with her knowledge.

How many books are you working on/do you have planned? The Horsemen Quartet, a trilogy, and five standalones.

What is A Masque of Shadows? That is my magical murder mystery novel, which takes place in a fantasy version of Venice, Italy, and is Game of Thrones meets Murder on the Orient Express starring the grumpiest detective, his spymaster bestie, and various murderous women who can step on me. It's being posted chapter by chapter on my Patreon for subscribers, and will be published in full in e-book and paperback when it's finished with revisions (i.e. my copy editors rip it to shreds).

What about the fanfic? I have not abandoned my fanfiction. That will continue to be free. In fact I hope between book sales and Patreon that I'll have more time for it.

Is there smut in your novels? There might be in the last Horsemen novel. There isn't any planned for the others.

Are you [insert sexuality/gender/mental illness etc here]? I am not obligated to share any of my personal info. I have sensitivity readers who have kindly agreed to be compensated for reading my novels for areas that either don't draw on personal experience, or do but still deal with a subject I'd like a second opinion on.

I only want to read your fanfiction. Good for you. It's on Ao3.

Why do you use Amazon, which is of the devil? Because there is no ethical consumption under capitalism and too many people use Amazon and Kindle for me to eliminate the payday it provides me. "You can have your principles when you've got a belly full."

I hate Amazon, how do I best support you? You are in good company, I also hate them. My Payhip is the best way. However if you do use Amazon please leave a review! Treat it like an Ao3 comment. I want to see keysmashes.

Can I do fanart/write fanfic of your novels? Have at it! I would be very flattered to see any fanart you do. For fanfic please do NOT under ANY circumstances tag me in it or send it to me or gift it to me on Ao3. It's for legal reasons.

Are you on [insert social media site here]? No. Tumblr is my only social media site. If that changes, I'll let you know.

Why jackals? I shamelessly stole the idea from Seth Myers. Back in the heyday of the pandemic when he was doing online-only videos, he joked about how no matter how pedantic the correction, his viewers would faithfully type "with [their] little jackal paws" into the comment section to set him straight. He made more jokes in videos after that affectionately referring to his viewers as jackals, and it made me laugh so hard I decided to use it for my own.

[shai-manahan]

I don't understand this trend of moving IF games to Twine and persuading authors to do so. Maybe Twine is so great, but for authors and I have the impression that some people don't think about the reader (comfort of reading should probably be more important than aesthetics?). I noticed that versions of some games after moving to Twine were becoming worse to read for me (I mean page - underdeveloped and unintuitive design, no mobile version etc. ) so ofter I just gave up reading 🤷‍♀️

I'm sorry Shai for writing here, but nobody seems to notice the issue in this community and I had to express my frustration 😩

I mean, I do have friends who opted to use Twine instead for various reasons, one of those being the issues in CoG itself (which, you know, I have to agree with), and they ended up happy with that decision so I really have no qualms in supporting them the way I can.

That doesn't mean, of course, that you have no right to feel upset about the fact that readability has become a prevalent issue. I guess I can kinda relate? Like I said, I have problems with my vision, and reading in choicescript never hurt my eyes as much as they did when I started reading IFs made with twine, aside for a few, so I could never spend a long time when it comes to the latter. I also know some folks who've been having difficulties using their screen readers because of the formatting--though certain templates are now allowing for that possibility.

However, Twine is also a great opportunity for authors to be creative with the stories they make. For a lot of them, writing IFs remains to be a hobby (with some also preferring to proceed with an independent publication), and if they're having more fun designing their games the way they are doing it, no one can honestly tell them to stop doing that. Plus, some UIs end up looking pretty cool while maintaining the readability, so there's still a chance that may apply to the others, too, given time.

Anyway, while we all have our opinions on the matter, at the end of the day, it's still up to the author, isn't it? They made the decision to switch knowing that there are readers who will leave them, and if they're satisfied with it, then I can at least respect that and keep supporting them. Every reader has different preferences, too; there are some who prefer the ease that choicescript offers, but there are also those who hate how bland it looks--these tend to prefer the appearance of Twine formatted games instead.

What some people may hate, others may love.

I can wholeheartedly say that it’s valid for you to avoid them, though! Just do keep in mind that it’s also just as valid for authors to choose the platform they want to use. There’s nothing wrong with either of those. I say this as kindly as I can, since I do understand the frustrations due to my condition, so let’s also try to see the reasons why several authors felt the need to make the switch and attempt to acknowledge those. It's still their work, after all.

[fluffallamaful]

Link:

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Okay, with that out of the way: Servant Quackity AU

So, as Kat said above, Quackity is in canon very much afraid of Dream’s retribution. This is not the case in this AU — not anymore — because Dream is now so injured and in need of care that he can’t even hold a spoon on his own. And with Tommy’s newfound support for the Dream Is A Person idea, he’s lost the main thing that he used to justify him being in pain. His self esteem doesn’t really take a hit from this — he never prided himself as a “good person” anyway — but it does mean that thing just got a hell of a lot more awkward. He can’t be satisfied by the sight of Dream struggling anymore, and over time this response diminishes until it’s barely there at all.

Dream’s reaction to Quackity doesn’t change a bit.

He’s terrified. He’s angry. He’s humiliated. He’s violated. He hates that everyone else just — fucking — up and abandoned him into the arms of the guy that tortured him for months. He isn’t responding to Quackity’s attempts to be nice, to be sociable, to get him to open up. Of course he isn’t. But he’s also extremely lonely, so when Quackity shapeshifts into someone else. Well. Dream doesn’t really have any choice but to lean into it. It’s an escapist fantasy: his friends are all right here with him, able to smile to his face and tease him gently and give him the kind of kindness he hasn’t really gotten from them in years. Sometimes he can even forget that it’s all an act.

Quackity often feels like he’s intruding on a conversation between Dream and other people. It’s a weird feeling, because he knows that he’s done things far more violating and intrusive, with blood and violence on top of that, and he did them all with a smile on his face. But now he’s helping him eat, bathe, sleep, use the bathroom. This sort of thing is quiet, and it’s gentle, and it’s somehow way more of a slap to the face than if Dream had managed to get some actual, physical revenge. At least then he’d be able to call it even. This just feels like he’s twisting the knife. He shouldn’t be here. But nobody else can be around Dream at the moment, either because they’re too messed up to treat him kindly (Sam) or too guilty to visit (Sapnap). And as much as he doesn’t want to do more damage than he already has, he wants to leave Dream alone and without any care at all even less. And the shapeshifting may offer Dream an escapist fantasy, but it also acts as a way for Quackity to feel less like he’s crossing every line in the book.

It works, eventually. The shapeshifting mask allows for Dream to slowly get used to Quackity’s presence, until he’s — well, not UNAFRAID, but less on the verge of a panic attack at the thought of being in the same room as him. And talking to him as him isn’t something he can stand for long, but he asks for him again the next day, and the next, until eventually — weeks down the line — there’s something oddly comfortable there. It’s still tense, but it doesn’t feel like a threat anymore.

link - gosh they explained everything so perfectly!! 😵‍💫 quackity and dream’s relationship was always so exciting to me coz they were just both so cautious of each other

but like you pointed out,, in this AU quackity would have lost his reason to fear dream,, and along with that, he would have lost his excuse to harm him…

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he really did fall back on the excuse that “dream was a bad person and therefore deserved it” so damn much. like it was so easy for him to hide his motives behind dream’s past actions, coz everyone was just so obsessed with it. and i think as well as it being easy to hide his nastiness from everyone else, it was also easy to hide it from himself (we discussed this in the time travel au, like when quackity goes through that moment of realising that he possibly enjoyed the torture way more than he had initially realised)

i love that you’ve pointed out that in this AU he would feel like he’s intruding on dream anytime he sees dream being vulnerable. like despite being the one holding half of the conversation, he still feels as though he shouldn’t be there or be hearing the things that dream is saying. i feel like he’d end up feeling guilty when people do actually start to visit. like while he’s watching dream interact with them, especially if they start saying things that contradict the things that he had said while being morphed as them

and yes we’ve touched on how on edge he’d be feeling when dream actually does start addressing him as quackity, and not as someone else. i’m excited to see the plans you have for this AU, the relationship set up between dream and quackity is super interesting. and the potential competitions that could arise when dream does actually start recieving visitors is also super interesting eeee

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BETTER WATCH YOURSELF — YOU MIGHT LOSE A LIMB ... OR YOUR LIFE.　closed & affiliated roleplay for yuri leclerc from fire emblem: three houses. ashen wolves affiliated student. beloved by qiu / darcy, eighteen, they/he, gmt+8.

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NOTES,

01.　as per toa rules, yuri is taken pre-timeskip and is a member of the ashen wolves house. i consider cindered shadows non-canon in the sense that its events have not happened, but everything leading up to it has. yuri was expelled from the officers academy for murder and works under lady rhea to spy on aelfric. this is subject to change should we get either character in the group.

02.　i write yuri with they / he pronouns with a preference for the former and kindly ask that you do the same. masculine / feminine / gender-neutral terms in reference to them are all fine. they also adopt their three hopes appearance in lieu of their pre-timeskip one to reflect the passing of time in toaverse.

04.　with the exception of the canon ashen wolves, who i assume to have gone up to b support with yuri by default, i consider all of their in-game supports to have not happened unless previously discussed.

05.　i format all my posts with small text. i do my best to check, but if it slips my mind, please let me know if you need me to refrain or otherwise require me to adapt for any other accessibility purposes.

06.　unprompted asks are totally fine! i will always consider romantic ask memes as aus by default unless previously discussed. otherwise, i'm happy to leave the canonicity of ask memes responses up to the sender's discretion.

07.　on shipping, i i tend to prioritize ooc trust & chemistry a lot more when it comes to shipping just for my own personal comfort. generally, it's not my biggest priority and shipping with yuri is bound to be a slow burn anyhow. that's not to say i'm not open to it, though!

ANYWAY, HELLO! i'm darcy or qiu & i use they/he pronouns. i'm a full-time university student so i ask for a bit of grace from my thread partners as my response time tends to be very variable as a result. i am also unfortunately plagued with anxiety so i'm not super chatty ooc in the server, but do feel free to reach out for whatever reason! i look forward to writing with you!