#anyways for those lurkers on my blog

[kitakami-zorua-kin]

Hey, I'm wondering when you took over this thing What were you doing? I guess looking for russet like it's unlikely you stumbled on this app/site by accident with Russets account. What were you even going/looking for initially? Also you said this is a waste of time somewhere, do you still think that I mean you are "socializing" more here then you are in school?

// I think I posted my last ask off anon, didn't push the button just pretend it is, on that account, maybe so you know it's me tormenting people, im the on-your-side anon or Oys for short, hi.

Anyway great work on the blog I said this before but I love this all even if I'm new, still trying to backread on stuff, I like what im reading so far.

Have a nice day/evening/night/morning

... I was coming to look for Russet. I found one of his notebooks - he really needs to stop fucking losing them - so I was going to give it back to him. I found his computer still running and decided to check it, since last I knew, he didn't use the damn thing.

... I still don't see the point to the website. I don't really get it. I don't need to socialize, I don't need people to like me. All I've done here is argue with people, which feels... Pointless. The whole thing seems like more trouble than it's worth.

[eydi-andrius]

Clear Lilac Eyes (Aemond Targaryen x Reader)

summary: Aemond had bowed and prayed, something he had never done before no matter how hard his life had been.

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cw/tw: fluff, a bit of angst and hurt, aemond is a good husband, a dad and a king, childbirth, blood, implied war, patriarchy, threats, mentions of violence, threats and tags are not exhausted. Let me know if I miss anything

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a/n: Wrote this as an alternate ending for Don't Get Sad, Get Even but I thought it was too positive so I wrote it as a standalone.

Also, I posted this as a celebration as my blog turned THREE (3) today! YAY! 🎉🥳 Mannnnn, I used to be a lurker on this app then I started craving for my whatifs then wrote them. To celebrate, I will post for all the characters I have written so far and it includes this one. And maybe I have something in store for the others. 👀 A much awaited comeback hehehehehe if you have any request, you may send me an ask! 🥰 I may write them. 👀 Anyway, without further ado, ENJOY!

Likes and reblogs are welcome!

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There was an air of uneasiness that chokes out the life of those who breathe it in. The flicker of fire from the torches and the quiet of the hallways made an eerie atmosphere in the Red Keep. 

The shadows, the footfalls and the swish of clothings intensifies the feeling of distress in every mortal present at the birth of the King's child. 

This was an important event for the realm as this child may become the first heir to this new era of dragons. 

All the dragon-blood and silver-haired were almost wiped during the dance of dragons which happened for only a year.

Except for one. 

With his wit and strategy, Aemond Targaryen was able to win the war and was crowned king.

He was vicious and no one could deny him of his throne. Once the swords were down and the white flags were raised, all heads bowed to him.

However, right now, the King's head was bowed to only one, the Mother. The Goddess of Birth. 

While the realm was weary for his heir, he was scared to lose the love of his life.  

She had always expressed her fear of giving birth. When they were young, she had said to him that if she had a choice, she would rather not give birth. During that time, he thought it was silly. No one can run from their purpose. Especially her, whose sole purpose was to continue her family's lineage. She was a noble and a girl. There was no way for her to continue life without giving birth. 

Another blood curdling scream broke from her inside the room. It was loud. Terrifyingly loud. His gut twisted in fear. He had promised her not to enter the chambers while she gives birth but something was egging him on to force his way inside and to stay by her side. 

The room was filled with the familiar sweet metallic scent of blood. He had grown accustomed to it on the battlefield and never once the sight repulsed him. However, the white sheets and the white clothes worn by the maester and midwives were all covered in blood. Her blood. There was too much blood around her. The sickening feeling swirling inside of him tore new fear as he rushed forward and watched her delicate face, pale and deathly. Her lips dry and her hands cold to the tips. 

"My Lady wife, look at me, my dear. I beg of you " He watched her closely as her eyes fluttered softly at the sound of his voice. She looked at him and tried her best to give a smile but the look of it made him regret forcing her to go through the pain of giving birth. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him before it closed with a deep sigh. He squeezed her cold hands with worry - he prayed that the Mother will show his wife mercy, as she did to all the mothers who had gone through similar pain.

A tiny scream of life caught his attention. He looked behind him and there it was, his child. He never saw that she had finally given birth and was blinded with worry as he rushed in. His small bundle of joy was wrapped in the familiar green and gold linen his mother used for him when he was born. His pride and joy finally came and his heart was filled with unfamiliar warmth. He had never felt like this before.

Without removing his hand that held his wife, he asked the maester to help him place his little dragon on his free arm. The silver protruding hairs on his head had proven he was his child. He looks so small, so full of life as it cries and he shushes him. He had never felt more at ease as he was surrounded with his family. The family he chooses and who chooses him. His love for them runs deeply and he could never express how grateful he was for them.

"It is a girl." The sound of the maester's voice brought him back to where he was sitting and he looked at him. The maester's face did not hide his disappointment but he will forgive him for now.

A girl? 

A smile broke through him and he apologized inside his head to his daughter as he called her wrong. With a gesture of love, he placed his nose on top of hers and his heart was full as he heard her stop crying and coo at him.

He was overfilled with happiness. It feels like nothing could go wrong. 

However, his joy was short-lived when he felt his wife's hand loosen its grip to his. He had now realized her palm was colder, almost like ice. His head whipped in her direction and he saw the familiar feeling of impending death. 

No. Please. Not her either.

The wrong feeling in his gut came back again and he ordered the maester to help his wife. They rushed forward and he stepped back as he cradled the child, who was now peacefully sleeping on his arm. She must have been tired as she forced her way out to this world. She was so innocent and pure that she did not realize the terror that was eating away at his father's core.

He had watched them closely as they tried their best to bring his lady wife back to life. She looks so small, and fragile. He was afraid that they would break her as they moved back and forth to revive her.

The wet nurse of his child had asked and begged him to go out but he refused to do so and did not leave the room until the maester had told him that his wife was safe from harm. No one could tell when she would wake up but he was relieved that she could recover now.

At last, he had entrusted his child to her caretaker and asked the others to leave them be. Him alone with his wife. He waited for the sound of the door closing, before he broke down. With shaking limbs and eyes blurry with tears, he cried and kissed her hand.

He apologized for what he had put her through. He apologized for what she had to witness. 

He apologized for exposing her to violence. 

He apologized and apologized until there wasn't anything he could say to her. 

If the life of his wife would be the retribution for his sins then he would never forgive himself. 

That night, on his knees, he prayed and prayed for her to get better until there were no words he could utter to the Mother.

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Three days had passed and she was still asleep. He had smiled at her sleeping form as he recalled his interaction he had with his daughter. She was fussy and loud, just like her mother. He knew she would grow up with her mother's tenacity and boldness. 

Ignoring her pale face and thin body, he bit the inside of his cheek and continued his story. This was worse than war. Sitting beside her and watching as she fights for her life. Waiting and not being able to help her. He hoped that his stories would make her feel strong. 

He never liked the idea of her missing the growth of their child. He knew her better and this will make her sad. She had expressed that she had always wished for her mother to see her grow when she was young but she died too early for her to even remember her face, which people had claimed that they looked quite a lot like each others'.

He could never deny that there is no moment that he never missed her. Every inch and corner of Red Keep reminds him of her. Half of his life was him being with her. He wanted each and every waking moment of his was to be with her.

Swallowing his selfishness and pride, again, he prayed for her to get well and wake up soon. He bargained to all of the Gods that he will do anything and pay for it in his power to make it come true. 

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The council room was obnoxiously loud. He watched them quietly like a hunter, staring down its prey.

If he had the choice, he would be with his daughter and wife. But alas, he had to create a strong foundation for this new nation for his lovely daughter. He had to muster all the patience he had to stay still and listen to them. 

After the discussion about the trade and economy, suddenly, all the old men present looked at him warily. Even without them uttering a word, he knew what they would tell him. 

A searing hot anger rises through him but he feels calm. Calm enough to not hesitate to stab and kill with ease, just like what he did during the war. Or maybe he could ask Vhagar to bite them off in half or burn them alive. 

"Congratulations on having a girl, your grace. How was she?" He forgot that man's name but he believed the one who first opened his mouth was a Baratheon. 

"My girl was doing well." He replied curt and short. 

He saw how some of the men gulped in nervousness at the sound of his voice. He intended for them to feel the venom and challenge them to continue so he can cut their tongue. They looked nervous and fear was all over their features. Only Larys and Cregan, looked somewhat calm and remained quiet. 

"We're happy to h-hear that." The Baratheon continued with eyes wandering around his allies, like a helpless sheep waiting to be slaughtered. Aemond moved back and leaned on his chair, he wanted to see them all on a better view. He lay his head to his hand as he stared them down.

The silence was loud as everyone stayed seated and waited for each other. No one dares to. They were afraid. Aemond, the King, was ruthless. They knew bloodshed would be inevitable if they opened their mouths to speak about the dying Queen and the King having no heir after she gave birth to a daughter. 

Each one prefers their head intact, except for one. Or maybe the wise old folk of the North had better places to be and so he started the conversation with a tired sigh. 

"I thought you have something to say about the Queen, boy." He looked at the young Baratheon who was seated across him with emotionless eyes. 

The Baratheon stared at Cregan and the air shifted. The old wolf calling his name had given him confidence to open his mouth and talk about the real reason why this council meeting was held in the first place.

"Your grace, as much as we all pray for the Queen to get better. Please understand that we talk about this with the clearest intention in mind. After what happened to the Queen and the uncertainty of her health, we believed that it would be better to take another wife…..for the sake of our budding kingdom. In that way, we could secure an heir." He spoke with an air of superiority. As if he truly knew what he was talking about. 

Aemond stared at the man. He doesn't know how long it was but he just looked at him. The silence was uncomfortable and some of the gentlemen in front of him looked nervous as they waited for him to speak. 

"Y-your grace?" After some time, the Baratheon spoke again. 

He breathed in and finally, with an intense stare at the fool in front of him, he spoke with a neutral chilling tone.

"Did you know how the war started in the first place, boy?" He tipped his head and waited for an answer. 

Not knowing what to reply, the Baratheon boy blinked and looked around for help. But when no one could give him an answer he replied, confused. 

"Your grace?" 

"When my beloved lady wife was almost dying from childbirth, I suddenly remembered how and why we were all here. Why thousands of lives were lost. Why did dragons almost die and were wiped out?" He said with a menacing smirk. 

"You see, it started on this very council. Who were greedy for power to have the dragon blood on their lineage. To have their blood on the throne. And a foolish king who wore his heart on his sleeves. Those greedy old men pretended to truly care for him by using the memory of his wife and in the end feasted on his heart, voraciously. "He was way too lenient for his own good and once he realized he was being used, it was too late to change anything." My mother once told me. 

And I �� I always saw my father as someone who swims along the current because he trusts way too easily, not knowing that there were sharp rocks waiting for him at the end. Even if I knew he wouldn't give me the love of a father as he should, I respect him for being the king. I believed he did his best to be a good one and a fair father to us. It doesn't mean it was enough though." 

Aemond stared from afar as he recalled how he envied his sister. How she got all the love they deserved to have too. It was never their fault to be treated that way and so he blamed all of it on her. But after the war and during the time his wife had suffered the similar fate of the former Queen, he realized how lonely his father might have felt. He realized how his sister might have suffered from being a girl. It was a strong slap on his face as he sat in the middle of this council and watched how these men didn't care about what he had to endure and how the life of his wife was the only reason why he was keeping sane. They will never understand, never. 

"Your grace, w-we cannot understand-" 

"Of course you wouldn't. None of you would." He cut him off before he could continue to rebuke him. 

"If the Queen dies right after this meeting, those who had agreed to have me married for another one would be beheaded for treason. If she did not survive even though her body has been doing well for days, I will treat her death as intentional from all of you. Speak again of her that way, head will roll, and blood will soak the iron throne. The only reason why you do not have a mad King, who craves death, was because of her." 

He stood up and did not care with the way the men yelled in unison of their protest against what he said. The only ones who stayed seated were Larys and Cregan, who both shook their heads. He did not care if they agreed with him. His wife will not die and he will protect her even if it means he has to be a Mad King. 

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He stayed seated beside her, just like what he has been doing these days. 

He chooses to be with her at night. He cannot stand to sleep in their room without her. It feels empty and cold. 

The barren room, even though filled with gold and riches, feels like another room in a gloomy castle. 

Each night, he stayed with her. Talk to her until he falls asleep on her side. He will either hold her hand or weave his hand through her hair, to soothe her. Sometimes, he even sings to her in High Valyrian, hoping that she will hear him and finally open her eyes. She always tells him she loves his voice when he speaks his native tongue. 

He waited and waited but it seems like today was like any other night. She needed a whole day of sleep to recuperate. He slowly closed his eyes after he kissed her goodnight. And prayed again that tomorrow, is the day she will smile at him again. 

A caress…

He cannot help but smile at the soft feathery caress on his face. It reminds him so much of how she wakes him up in the morning. What a beautiful dream..

A dream…

He frowned when he realized it was just a dream. She was still asleep and sick. And with his brows knit together, he relinquished the soft touch of fingers on his face. It feels familiar and welcoming. 

Just a bit more, he wanted to feel that she's with him. 

He was slowly going back to sleep, after what happened today, he seemed tired than usual, and it did not take long as the sleep tugged him back again when a tap jolted him awake. 

Even though the war ended a long time ago, his senses were still heightened and he was glad he wasn't wearing his sword or so he probably would have killed whoever forcefully woke him up. 

A smile….

He stared, mouth agape, when he saw you giving him a tired smile. He blinked and then, he panicked as he rushed forward at you, careful not to hurt you with his weight.

"My love.." He said with so much worry in his voice. He was feeling the tears threatening to come out of his eyes as he gazed at her pale face and dry lips. He doesn't even know how he will touch her. A moment of hesitation, his hands stopped midair as he panics that he might break her. What if he hurt her unintentionally and she fell asleep again?

He watched her as she tried to move her mouth but failed. She swallowed and tried again. This time he went to where the water and cup was placed and he helped her up to drink. She was thirsty and her mouth is probably dry from being asleep for a long time. Aemond calm yourself! She needed you more than now.

Once done, he carefully assisted her to lean on the headboard and she sighed with relief. 

He was just looking at her. And she was looking back at him. It took a while, the staring, until his face contorted with relief and then, he cried. He was shaking as he held her hand. She felt her fragile hands weave through his hair as she shushed him. He knew she was smiling. Glad to be back on his arms. 

He never felt so relieved and so thankful. 

All his life the people, his loved ones and even the gods did not like him. 

No matter how much he tried his best. No matter how much he was better he will never be chosen for he was only a second son. He was there as a safety but never the one.

But you choose him. And never did your love wavered. 

He never felt so hopeless when you were in pain and bedridden. 

He never felt so useless despite doing his best to be the strongest for his family. 

It was the first time he felt so inadequate and weak. That he gave all of his strength to kneel and pray for you whenever he could. He begged and promised that he would do anything in his power just so he could have you back. 

And now, crying in your middle like a child, as you held him as tight as he did, he prayed for gratefulness. 

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A week after you woke up, you are still not strong enough to walk outside. 

You relinquished the sun on your window and watched as Aemond carried and sways your daughter. 

You have a feeling that the reason why he was able to be in your room, as much as he could, was because he threatened the nobles every time they tried to stop him. You tried to talk to him once, compromising that he doesn't have to be with you, almost the whole day, but he shrugged and rolled his eyes, stating that he would rather be with his wife than be surrounded by men. 

Aemond can be stubborn but he never runs from his obligations so this was truly new for you. 

You giggled as you watched your lord husband's eyes widen from surprise. He was teasing your daughter by placing his finger in her small palm, when she closed and squeezed him tight, never letting go. His eyes softened when she cooed at him. 

He looks so different from when they call him the one-eyed prince for being vicious and fearsome. You were truly loved by the gods for witnessing this interaction and being one of the centers of his affection. 

"I will make her my heir." He said with a plain voice, as if he was asking you how you were. 

"My love?" You frowned, confused. You have witnessed Rhaenyra being crowned heir and how the war started from there. What is going on?

"I will change the law to make the eldest an heir. No matter what gender they may be, they will be given the same education and treatment, fit as the next ruler. If the nobles disagree, not that I care about them, I will also add that a female heir and noble will always have a noble child. Compared to a prince, a boy, the one she would carry will have noble blood in their veins. I will use my life, my reign to establish this. My daughter will be heir and no man, no noble, will be able to take that from her." The initial worry and confusion you felt from earlier vanished, as you watched him share his plan with the softest eyes. The setting sun at the window, creating a soft silhouette of him carrying his daughter. He loves her more than the throne. Something you have never witnessed before. 

It warms your heart and you never thought you would fall deeper in love with him this much in this lifetime. You will forever be happy that he chose you. 

"My love…..you always prove to me why I choose you every single waking moment of my life." Without thinking you opened your mouth and spoke the words that always lingered in your end. 

Surprised, he stared at you and then, he smiled in awe. You don't even need him to speak for you to know that his eyes and soften feature was him telling you that he loves you. 

[frownyalfred]

I got into the Batman fandom ages ago purely through reading fanfic and then attached myself as a lurker on it for forever. I always thought had no allowance(?) on my headcannons since I only interacted with it through fanfic until I fairly recently stumbled across your blog and realised how much of your characterizarion just feels so insanely specific and niche but almost entirely perfectly inline for ( at least for my headcannons of) Bruce.

I've never written fanfic, only original fic kept in my dark spaces but I doubt I'll ever come to such a clear understanding of even my own characters much less some other IP. Its impressive the unique situations you come up with to dump him into, anad even more mind boggling how you keep him so consistently him when makaing him react to all these situations.

I would see comments based off those situations and think yeaha thats Bruce butt then you'd reblog after withba expanded take and I would think no that. THAT is HIM SPEAKING.

Anyway that was a really roundabout way to say that I've truly enjoyed pretty much every single take you have had on Bruce and whole heartedly agree and I now wake up to refresh exclusively your tumblr blog because I'm not online for anything except ao3.

Oh thank you so much! That’s so kind of you to say. I definitely have not mastered Bruce as a character, but I like to think I’ve gotten better with his “voice” in the last few years. There’s a few traits we share (not many, thank god) that make it a little easier to get into his mindset. Plus there are so many talented writers in this fandom, it proves to me every day that there’s no “right” way to write him. And I love that.

I do give him very specific traits or characteristics sometimes in my fics and posts 😅 so far only 1-2 people have called me on those.

[zephyrchama]

hi! i’m the same anon that sent the long-ish ask before about how much i love your writing and how it’s really special to me. i saw that you wrote something about leviathan that was similar to the lucifer duality post, in the rad archives server. im like embarrassed as hell to be saying this here on anon because it’s cowardly, but i’m a lurker in that server because i’m anxious (lol), and i still want to express in some way that i really like both of those posts a lot. even though i didnt make it to the levi one in time.

i also really resonate with them but the levi one more so (probably some bias since he’s been my favorite for 4.5 years). i wrote a very long ramble about my interpretation of it but i felt like it was too long and i’m embarrassed (again) about it and its. very redundant. so i’m not including it. lol. so i understand you deleting the original levi duality post.

but anyways, it hit me hard (knocked me unconscious and kept swinging when i was down) and. actually made me tear up. so, once again, thank you Very much for your wonderful blog 🫶🫶🫶

You!!! [insert emoji that points at the viewer here] Hello!!! That message was so incredibly nice. It was incredibly well written and thoughtful. I spent so many hours alternating between blushing at the wall and pacing around. Thank you so much!!

(Don't be ashamed!! You're not cowardly! I'm also mega super shy. I feel bolder in public discord groups where there's a lot of talking going on because whatever I say will eventually be washed away by the conversation, but totally get that it's nerve-wracking to speak with people.) (I am nervous now hahaha. I must face the consequences of my post-deleting actions. I shall grow and learn.)

So, someone mentioned they get notified when I post!? and that they got the notification but it led nowhere. Apologies for that! I typed something up on my phone and deleted it in shame because after a while it had 0 notes and I thought perhaps it was out of character or poorly written. Sometimes my ideas flop, that's fine and I always leave them up anyway because I like them, but last night a little voice in my head made me anxious and we do silly things when we're anxious.

Here's what the post was for those that missed it, apologies again for deleting it:

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Leviathan, Avatar of Envy, ruthlessly blasting a hole through Mammon's door and flooding the room to get his money back. Giving the cold shoulder to those who dare speak with him. Glaring at everyone he passes like they're dirt beneath his feet for being normies. Nobody is worth his time. He has more important things to attend to.

Leviathan, Avatar of Envy, weeping as he gently cuts into a pancake shaped like Azuki-tan that he, himself, ordered. He spent fifteen minutes taking photos and now the pancake is cold. His face is red and his body shakes with silent sobs while lifting a bite to his mouth. A passing waiter asks if he wants any butter. He nods. A tear rolls down his cheek and falls onto the collar of his limited edition Azuki-tan t-shirt.

[fookinhellcurlyyy]

Is it okay to be Larrie but believe that Freddie is Louis's son? I feel like I get a lot of conflicting responses to that question but I wanted to know your opinion. Because I don't think I'm an anti, but does thinking Freddie's his son make me one? Same with the people who think that Larrie was real only during fetus days. Love your blog btw <3

Hi, Anon! Thanks for dropping by my little bubble lol ☺️♡

Tbh, I try my best to be as understanding as possible when it comes to how people consume and interpret the information they see. I don’t mind fans having different opinions than me—whether they think H and L are straight/bi, that Louis is a father, or that Larry isn’t real to them. As long as they stay on their side of the internet and don’t degrade Larries for having different opinions (I hate ableist language the most), it’s whatever.

That said, in my opinion, if you’re a no-stunt Larrie who doesn’t believe or support any of HL’s previous PR relationships, believes in the ironclad closet they were placed in, fully understood the RBB/SBB phenomenon (@skepticalarrie's post about this is a great read), and has learned the patterns and consistencies in Larry’s actions for the past (nearly) 15 years—then believing in L’s fatherhood is very contradictory. L is a gay man, so is H, and based on the information and clues we’ve seen over the years, we should all know they’ve been in a long-term relationship. The idea that L randomly cheated with a woman at one point, got her pregnant, and didn’t bother to disprove it (in any way possible like a simple paternity test) despite being at the peak of their careers at the time is a very weird concept to me.

If a Larrie chooses to limit their beliefs—whether they think H and L only dated in their youth, believe they’re bi, or simply 'ship' them because they look 'cute' together (partly influenced by the BL/MLM wave)—I really don’t mind. I’m not here to convince anyone, as long as they don’t shit on Larries who believe otherwise. Like I said, there are years and years’ worth of information we can analyze that point to the opposite.

Same goes for those who choose to step back; that’s totally fine, but it’s heartbreaking to see some of them turn against HL and Larries. And that’s what I meant when I said that some people just are just not invested enough to understand what’s happening (all of us have our own different lives, battles, interests, and priorities)—which is fine, as long as they don’t contribute to the hate (again, ableist language and constantly using mental health slurs). You do you.

But I'm not gonna be the one to scream at 'chill' Larries “NO, YOU’RE WRONG, SUCH A FAKE FAN” "you're not understanding it enough!" "you're dumb and naive" or "you don't care about them!"—nor go out of my way to trash-talk antis (eyeing you lurkers out here 🤨). Like what @tonix3 told me, for a fandom that has a TPWK tagline, most of us don't do it enough. 🥲

I think, at the end of the day, I care more about the Larries who keep the fandom alive, guide others (new and old), and continue to truly see H and L for who they are (because HL knows we see them, and occasionally they'd give us reassurances - no matter how small they are - knowing we'd understand them anyway). ♡

[putschki1969]

Hi Puts, thank you for answering my ask on the reaction from Japanese fans. It's understandable that all of us are left with mixed emotions. I do wonder if you're going to post the link (if you manage to get it) of YKL21? It pains me that Keiko isn't there but a part of me also wants to see how the arrangements are done to accommodate her absence. I want to see if YKL will be able to create those magical harmonies now that their backbone to those sounds is no longer there. I admit to being a little resentful in this regard, and it's probably because I've been listening to her music for years, and have come to admire YK that I truly feel disappointed with her decision. I hope she realises sooner than later how vital Keiko is to the YKL sound and that Keiko is a human and vocalist who has her own sets of aspirations to fulfill. Her desire to be part of YKL does not negate her desire to be part of Kalafina or embark on other goals. Anyway, thank you always Puts and for being patient in answering all the asks~

Hello there!! Before I get to your ask, I'd like to make a general announcement, don't worry, it's not specifically related to you or your message but rather to the entire issue at hand.

A quick heads-up to all of my followers and lurkers:

First of all I'd like to apologise to everyone who has sent an ask on this matter and still hasn't received a reply. I decided to take a break from all of this during the weekend since it was getting mentally draining and I started to seriously neglect some of my real-life responsibilities. Also, if at this point I've not posted a response to your question/message regarding the current situation, then it is likely I never will. Throughout the course of last week, I got way too many repetitive inquiries, I'm sorry to say that I just do not have the time or patience to answer every single one of them. I strongly urge people to just go through my relevant tags (#kalafina reunion, #space craft, #yuki kajiura) and thoroughly inform yourself before you send anything. Trust me, I covered the topic quite extensively and I don't believe you will be left with many (if any) unanswered questions once you have browsed through everything! Then I received a bunch of messages from people who clearly just want to argue with me and I am honestly so tired of them. I've made my stance perfectly clear and I think I have been fair in my assessment. On top of that, I've invested a lot of time clarifying my arguments and discussing the matter in the reply section of my posts. At some point, it's just enough. You don't need to agree with me, it's your prerogative to have a different opinion but there's no point in trying to sway my opinion, you are really just barking up the wrong tree. There are more than enough spaces in this fandom where your thoughts and arguments will be very much appreciated, you do not need to waste your time on my blog. To make a long story short, if you insist on painting Space Craft (and by extension Wakana, Keiko, Hikaru) as the ultimate and sole villain in this shit-show of a situation while simultaneously pretending as if Team Yuki isn't equally at fault for perpetuating all the petty hostilities and stupid rules of this everlasting feud, then I'm sorry to tell you, this is not the right place for you. Over and out.

Re: Anon's Message

Now that all the above stuff is out of the way, I can focus on your message, dear anon. First, let me clarify something. It's 100% okay to be invested in Yuki's activities and to be curious about her future projects. Despite my arguably controversial thoughts on Yuki's role in this feud, I certainly don't want anyone to "cancel" her or to "boycott" her lives in any way. Please continue to love and support her, especially if you've been her loyal fan from the get-go! No one has to ever feel the need to justify their interest in Yuki to me, your devotion is completely valid.

As for me, I stand by what I've always said, I am first and foremost a Kalafina fan, therefore, this blog only covers stuff that is at least somehow related to them. If none of the girls are involved in a project, I am not really motivated to invest my resources into it. People reading my live reports should know that Wakana's absence has already taken away a huge chunk of my enjoyment of YKL, with Keiko gone too now, I just don't see the appeal anymore. Both of them were such an integral part of these live performances, at least for me. There are songs of course that work without them (and those will continue to sound amazing) but I've always enjoyed a majority of music in Yuki's lives BECAUSE of Wakana and Keiko. Their renditions are not the be-all-end-all in this world (often not even the original) but they are the definitive versions engraved in my mind so everything else just doesn't feel right to me.

In short, I will likely not be covering any of the YKL Vol#21 news or provide content related to it. Unless of course there are some surprise changes to the lineup but that's very unlikely. If they end up covering Kalafina songs (Yuki is saying something about having different suites in her lives so the inclusion of a Kalafina-suite is certainly possible), I might consider posting about it but I'll cross that bridge if/when I come to it.

You don't need to worry though, I think there are lots of very passionate YK stans in this fandom who will surely provide everything you are looking for! And it's not like I will be gate-keeping any good sources, if I happen to come across a recording or something, I will definitely let you know. I'll just not go out of my way to invest any money, time or effort into any of it.

Last but not least, I completely agree with your thoughts about Keiko. All we can do is hope that this feud will someday be resolved, otherwise there will always be hostilities and conflicts of interest. As long as there are these two opposing sides and any allegiance to one side will get you shunned from the other side, we'll never know peace.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

first time anon but long time lurker and as always I find myself back to your blog(s). Was going through your masterposts (mainly hp but I look forward to diving once more in meta and fics about twilight too) and was wondering how come that nobody pieces together the clues and realises that lupin is a werewolf? (name aside, the bloke was disappearing and feeling poorly around every full moon and was for 7 years in a castle with the same people and nobody expect his dorm mates noticed??)

My question is, is wizardkind this oblivious/stupid/reliant on magic and looking things at surface level?

Would love to hear your thoughts about it bc I agree with many things in your meta posts and I'm kinda curious.

have a good day ✨

Because why would he be?

Why's There a Werewolf on Campus?

Why would Hogwarts be housing a werewolf? The idea, I imagine, would be untenable to anyone. And if they were unwittingly, surely, they would have noticed and done something about it? Lupin was able to remain hidden because he had extra support from Dumbledore as Headmaster. Dumbledore made it so Lupin had a place to hide during his transformations, so there was no wolf rampaging around the halls.

To suspect somebody's a werewolf, you have to say to yourself, "The staff knowingly is supporting a werewolf on campus" and that's if they suspect anything in the first place. Which they really don't have any reason to.

And even then, remember for most people that aren't Harry living in Harry canon, Hogwarts is supposed to be a safe and wonderful place. It's not supposed to be filled with horrible monsters/death around every corner. The idea of a werewolf being on campus would be something that would be as anathema to there being a troll on campus!

Remember that in canon, the HP parents were appalled when they found out that Lupin was a werewolf, and the man was immediately sacked.

He Ain't the Stereotype

Lupin, especially at a young age, would not look like what wizards and witches would think a werewolf would. While the whole point is that werewolves can be anybody, a young boy (even if he is scarred) who's still growing just isn't going to match the haunting image of Fenrir Greyback for people.

People are not going to look at his face and thing "WEREWOLF". In fact, given how sickly he acts (and unless these people are aware of how werewolves actually act around the full moon), they're probably going to think, well, sickly.

Who Notices Anyway?

Harry and the other students in canon notice that Lupin seems to be sickly/become regularly sick. Roughly once a month (but remember that the modern western calendar doesn't exactly line up with the lunar cycle) Lupin looks awful, and then he disappears for a few days and Snape comes to lecture them and says, "YOU LITTLE FUCKS EVER THINK ABOUT WEREWOLVES?!"

And even then, the HP students don't put it together (see above, why would their professor be a werewolf), even when they're looking up at the sky every night for astronomy (and either tracking the lunar cycle or else on non-overcast nights at least getting a chance to observe it).

And these are people in a position where they see and notice the man regularly. He is professor to all of these students; he is a person that everyone in the school will notice when he's absent and when he's not.

Lupin as a student would not be. First, the only people who would really notice him missing, consistently, are those he shares classes with, which is going to be mostly Gryffindor. Even then, most people are not going to be looking for him specifically, so you really narrow it down to a) people in Lupin's year and b) Lupin's friends who care.

Those who do know that Lupin is regularly sick--well, it's just that, the dude has magical tuberculosis or something. He's clearly only just healthy enough to attend Hogwarts, but every once in a while, he pushes it too hard and woops has to go on bedrest for a little while. If he's not seen in the dorms, people either assume he's in his dorm room (which people outside of the inhabitants don't have much reason to regularly enter) or he's in the Hospital Wing.

No one's going to notice that when Lupin disappears exactly coincides with the full moon plus or minus a few days.

Except, of course, his roommates who do see that whenever this happens--his bed is empty at night. Where exactly does he go? If he's going to St. Mungo's, why doesn't he say? James, Sirius, and Peter were in a unique position to notice far more about Remus's habits, the truth of where he is or isn't, than anyone else in the castle.

And if Anyone Did Think It, Which Why Would They...

Remus has his roommates and friends to cover for him, which I'm sure they did. They ensure anyone who thinks to ask that Remus is totally in their dorm room, sick as a dog (hur hur hur).

And why would they have reason to lie about this?

Similarly, this requires McGonagall and Dumbledore to be witting and lying, as if Remus was simply sickly, they would surely know and have made arrangements for him being in the hospital wing all the damn time/having to skip class so much.

And why would they have reason to lie about one of their students being a werewolf?

TL;DR

It's such a preposterous concept to most people, that they have no reason to ever even suspect that Remus Lupin was a werewolf.

They probably thought Lupin had wizard consumption.

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

A Tale of Love, Death and Maggots, part 24-G

Parts 1-15, 16-G, 17-G, 18-G, 19-G, 20-G, 21-G, 22-G, 23-G

I coughed up thick worm-ridden phlegm, kicking my legs in a twisted facsimile of that time I'd tried and failed to swim in the lake, and crawled. My progress made the movement of a snail seem lighting-fast; the maggots resisted me at every turn, contracting simultaneously like a sphincter. 

But still I was stronger, and soon I found my nose free of the swarm. Miraculously, my insides were un-maggot-infested- had it all been a hallucination? A ploy by Not-Athena to make me break my own promise? It sounded like something she would do.

She released a furious cry as I gasped for air. “You are mine, mortal! You sacrificed yourself to me. Don't you dare deny me now,” she snarled.

Mrin let go of my hands. “He's ours, Lurker, fair and square. He has paid his debt with a whole-hearted sacrifice, and refused to back down. He, my two friends, and I are all free to go. Or are you going to cause a fuss?” The deadly gleam in her eye gave even me pause. “You know who the forces of nature will side with here, Lurker. Scram.”

Not-Athena puffed herself up angrily, but spat me out. “Do not think I do this because I fear you, little witch. Keep your not-coward, he was hardly worth it. And those two children were practically all skin and bones anyways.” She paused for a moment to look at our Athena. The maggots whispered something that I could not catch, something that sounded like an offer. One last ploy to catch us, one last worm of a string to reel up her dinner.

For a fleeting moment, desire came over Athena's face, a yearning that I'd never seen before. This was it, I thought. After everything we did, we were gonna die because that damned girl never learnt the meaning of self control. I closed my eyes and flexed my wonderfully free fingers one last time.

“No,” she said suddenly. “I’m sorry, but I can't accept that. You should leave, worm bitch. Don't let me catch you hanging around here again.” She puffed up her chest in a vague facsimile of Mrin, staring down the monster coldly.

Not-Athena let out a final hiss, then evaporated. Hundreds of thousands of larvae burst into flies simultaneously, scattering faster than I could catch them. Within seconds, we stood in an empty hall, safe from cultists and monsters and all the other nasties. Just me and my family.

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[m1d-45]

Literally a lurker on your blog since ur early days but too shy to slide into ur ask box, hiii!!! I keep seeing cryo anon and teddy anon's brainrots and asks,,,, and like, regarding post impostor AU hehe

imagine after the hunt when your fave character/vessel begs you for forgiveness the most, practically turning their voice hoarse from their pleas to share just a bit of your mercy....

(you never showed your face to them, even when they were your most favored. how selfish of them, wanting more than they could ever deserve. but they can't help it. if you wanted them to die a thousand times over to repent, they would. just please, look at them again.)

post imposter au always tickles an itch in my brain I've never known existed. angry creator? boiling hot rage creator for their acolytes killing them when they've shown nothing but love and kindness for this world?? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP LORD

I wanna see guilt. And I mean GUILT. it's probably cause I'm petty asf and if I would be killed over and over and over again only for them to realize I'm not the fake I would literally lock myself up in whatever tower they built for me and never talk again. Creator's trust? Shattered, irreparable. Followers? Wallowing in the despair.

Thank u and goodbye heh. If it's not too much, can I be called Marcotte anon? Hehe fontaine reference hhhh,, anyways have a good day ily and ur fics <3

post-hunt can be incredibly good, entirely agree

the love you felt for the world is so strong already, and it only grows as you finally get to teyvat. being here, feeling the elemental energy, feeling the world greet you as you return after your rest.. what hate is more powerful than a love turned rotten?

you hid behind your veil, uncertain if you’re protecting yourself or them. it hurts to see their eyes tearing up as they plead, but what else are you to do? your hands shake when they draw close, and you can’t erase your own memory.

(you’d know. you asked nahida about it, but she’d only shaken her head. all she could do was clear the memories of teyvat, but not yours. it hurt, but was probably for the best.)

(despite it being a failure, that day was the calmest you’d felt in weeks. she was easy to talk to, and made lovely tea. perhaps you should visit again, if only to take a break from… everything.)

your solitude is comfortable, most of the time. a few of the hunters are a bit too comfortable with their sin, and are the ones tasked with bringing you food and other necessities. it’s not much better, though, since you can still see the guilt sinking in their eyes.

it’s a lose-lose all around. you want to see them, you want to see the world, but every leaf and branch is stained with the memories of the past, what used to be your favorite retreat now something else to hide from.

part of you is angry. furious at how easily they were tricked. it’s hard to stay mad at those you love, though, so you end up sitting in your window and watching the wind blow safely behind glass. your tea is from inazuma, this time, the faint edge of bitterness keeping you from sinking too far into much of anything.

leaves dance in the breeze. you won’t be seen again until they’ve long turned brown.

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

Hii

I'm just a lurker on your blog first of all I love your work

I just watched the sinsmas episode

It's terrible

First of all octavia...my baby my ange child none of the writer or character around her deserve her especially stolas

She has every right to leave him after him cheating on his wife and essentially forcing blitz to essentially be raped into a contract

But I can already tell that the fans will do it to her because stolas is shown to be the character the fans will sympathy for because he's an uwu baby who has a terrible childhood and is in a forced marriage

And here's the thing

Both of those situations are not bad at all

But that is no excuse to do the shit he did to his daughter

It dosent matter that he is gay

Cheating

Is

Wrong

Full stop

And the episode just...tried to justify it because of love

Why couldn't they do actual research on how these arranged marriages go and well you know focus on the person cheating and being a duck instead of the person being cheated on

Uggggh

Anyway next thing the pacing was so...fast the hell

I got so many twist and turns I could not keep up

Lastly..Millie

Why

Why is she preggers

I'm shocked but not surprised

The writers don't know how to make her interesting so boom make her pregnant to be shocked

Stella my fave while I love her cuntyness as always she is a reminder of a writing that could have been

To be honest after this episode I'm done

I'm done with this show I will only be accepting the rewrites at this point

Sorry if this came off as weird or more ramble I had to sit down and just write all of this down

As a recommendation for a new show

Go and watch Tadc and murder drones

Agreed. I might continue on in season 3 to continue to thrash it but it's obvious this show is beyond any redeeming qualities with how apologetic it is about Stolas and everything he does. Also really had to be dramatic about the pregnancy and maybe make it joyous for the M's and maybe have them start planning and maybe have it be an excuse for Loona to do more missions.

[scaledandiced]

Introducing...

Hey! This is my second Tumblr account; I used to be on here about a year ago as a lurker in the clique tag, before I got logged out of my account and forgot the password (RIP)

In light of the recent announcement for twenty one pilots' new album, Breach, I decided to get back on Tumblr as more than a simple tag lurker this time.

I'm a minor (seventeen, I'm almost FREEEEE), and use all pronouns, including neos. I'm a big fan of twenty one pilots (as you could probably tell), and most of my posts will be about the band or its lore; specifically the characters Clancy and the Torchbearer.

My favorite songs from each album:

• Self Titled (Twenty One Pilots): Friend, Please

• Regional at Best: Slowtown

• Vessel: Migraine

• Blurryface: Goner

• Trench: Neon Gravestones

• Scaled and Icy: Redecorate

• Clancy: Next Semester or Paladin Strait (honestly though I have SO many more picks don't make me choose 😭)

I've been listening to TØP since they put out Trench, and became a real Clikkie in early 2024. Now, I'm back in the fandom, babyyyy

I have an RP/ask blog for an original character I have for the TØP loreverse. You can find Vix's blog here: @demasworstcitizen

DNI homophobes, transphobes, terfs/conservatives, proshippers, and just assholes in general. Respect human decency, that's all I ask of those who interact.

Anyway, I can't think of anything else to include here. Feel free to interact/send asks/talk with me; I'm looking forward to making new friends on here who love twenty one pilots as much as I do!

[grazi-your-rockette-queen]

hi!,

i kinda just been a lurker on yr blog since im pretty new to hyperfixating on western bands. but i learned abt hanoi rocks and got obsessed😭. i think theyre gonna take up a corner of my mind for a longtime honestly. but i was wondering if youd do an angsty imagine on razzles girlfriend(user) letting him join hanoi after having been in her band cus she dosent wanna hold him back. but shes worried hes gonna move on and leave her.. so she pushes him away first. if you seen the manga NaNa then its kinda like NaNa Os relationship with the sid vicious inspired guy...(ren😒) . but she sees him again while on tour with her lesser known band in scotland and then sees him again and feelings start again.. srry if i rambled in the ask. you can make it hurt no comfort if you like. or comfort either way dealers choice i just thought itd be cool. anyways srry for bad grammer im still learning english😭 yr a great writer btw

hey love! I did my best, without having read NaNa lol. Im totally here for your newfound Hanoi obsession tho!

Summary: Razzle leaves his girlfriend's band for the oprotunity to play in the up and coming band, Hanoi Rocks. She wants him to take the oprotunity and do his best, but she worries he will leave her, so she takes action first. A year later, she meets Raz and his bandmate Nasty while she's playing a show in Scotland...

Note: I reference Raz as Nick/Nicky a couple times, for those of you who don't know, his real name was Nicholas :)

Warnings: A wee bit of alcohol, swearing, angst

Everlong - Razzle Dingley

Isle of Wight - May 2, 1981

MC5 was blasting on the stereo. There was a breeze coursing through the cracked window of the apartment, and it was just warm enough outside to not mind a draft. You were laying on the couch, joint in hand, watching smoke circle and dance in the sunlit air. You heard keys clatter and the door open, while Razzle struts in with a mile wide grin on his face. He threw his keys on the counter and did a giddy spin to face you.

"How's it going, love?" He bit his lip, still smiling wide, and sat next to you on the couch. How his smile was so contagious was a mystery, but he was the one person who never failed to brighten your mood.

"Better than ever, what's up with you? What are you dancing for?" you asked, eager to know what made him so excited. You loved when he came home with good news, or whenever he was in a good mood. He turned down the stereo a bit and motioned for you to sit up. He took both your hands after you put out the joint on the porcelian ashtray on the coffee table.

"You know the band we saw the other night? Hanoi?"

"Hanoi Rocks? The Heartbreakers cover band?" you questioned, wondering how that could have much to do with his mood.

"No, they're not a cover band, they're legit! And they asked me to be their drummer. They've been at our shows!" He started to ramble about the band and how he met the guys. He sounded so excited, and you were excited because he was excited. Hell, he was thrilled. But all while he was telling you all wonderful things about this offer he'd gotten, the question of what it meant for you popped into your head.

"Wait, Nicky, are you gonna be their drummer?"

"Well, yeah! They're like, number one in Sweden and Finland and they've got a record deal and everything, and..." He looked back into your eyes and realized how the news might've made you feel.

"Wait love, are you worried that I wouldn't be in our band anymore? I don't plan to leave, I just think it's a good oprotunity for us to-"

"No, no, it's great news, Nicky! That's great, really. Don't worry about me, I know it'll all work out." You smiled and tried to sound as genuine as possible. He was so uplifted by the chance he was given, and you knew he was worthy of it without a doubt. In that moment, you really believed in those words, despite the underlying worry that continued to stir in your head as the next months came and went, and you ended up seeing Razzle less and less.

July 10, 1981

It was summer, a heat wave was crumbling over London. The band was supposed to be playing a gig later in the evening at some pub, it would be the first time in weeks. Razzle was no longer staying with you, but rather in Tooting Bec with a crowd of guys who wore makeup. You were starting to become a little bitter over him seeming to fade out like a tv screen. Razzle was late for the fourth gig in a row. He had bigger priorities.

He came crashing clumsily through the doors backstage of this pub, drumsticks in hand, eyes dilated. “where’s me kit? did’jya bring my kit?” someone coldly cut him off, “yes.” Everyone was becoming more irritated with him, but you loved him. You loved him so much it didn’t matter, not yet.

The band sounded like shit. You filed your way offstage, at this point, the thrill of playing music in this situation had just about worn off. Your love for the man in the striped pants with dyed red hair who drunkenly rode the cymbal through gigs? It could never subside. But there was a resentment that was buried underneath the fertile dirt that was your love for him. When the rest of the band made it backstage to the dressing rooms, you told him off.

“want to get some drinks?” he asked openly, all happy - go - lucky as typical, as though the band had not sounded like complete shit and as though he was entirely punctual. As though he wasn’t fleeting from you.

“Nicke! Stop it! Do you know how we sounded tonight? Do you think it was even worthy of drinks?” You shouted, red faced, which shocked everyone in the room into thick silence. “Does it even matter to you? You’re drunk as hell right now already.” Razzle looked at you, confounded and sad. You felt bad instantly, but you felt helpless. You didn’t know what to do. Your breathing was heavy and it was not enough. The things you felt were entirely inexplicable, at least in the moment.

“I quit.”

Scotland - February 3, 1984

You had grown to like winters in Scotland. It was still green everywhere, even despite the snow and grey clouds. There were old but lively pubs on every street of the city you’d moved to, which made life exciting for you and your new band. Music was alive and well in Scotland. Bands came from every corner of the continent.

”let’s go, guys, we need you up here!” someone called from outside the backstage dressing room. It was small and cramped with four other people, but the band was like family, as every good band is.

“okay, let’s go.” you grabbed a pick and followed a roadie to the stage, stepping into warm lighting and getting a good look at the medium audience. Going onstage for the start of the show was a good feeling again.

Everyone had fun, playing a mix of originals and covers that everyone in the crowd seemed to know and sing or dance along to. By the time you’d make it offstage, everything was a blurry, warm haze that put a smile on your face. Half of the band would head home after the gig, half would stay and drink. Usually you’d be one to head home, but tonight you decided to stay and roam around the bar with the guitarist, Judie. She was lively and outgoing, introducing herself as the lead guitarist of the band that just ‘killed it’. You would sit back humbly and raise your glass to her. You felt like there was something missing. Something that was very much present, but just barely out of reach. You were caught off guard by a hand on your shoulder and a familiar scent that washed over you. You spun around faster than a bullet from a gun. Razzle.

“y/n!” He smiled half - confidently, in the unmistakable voice of his that was normally loud, but in this instance, gentle. A smile spread wide across your face and you launched yourself into a hug. He laughed heartily as you spun around.

“Nicke!” a tear even fell from your eye as you clung onto him. “you dyed your hair back” you laughed softly.

“back to black” he nodded, hugging you tighter. Another guy about Razzle’s height with the same haircut, wearing sunglasses on his head waved subtly from behind Raz. He let go of you and whipped his head around.

“Oh, this is Nasse. He’s a finn and a great guitarist.” he turned to Nasty, “this is y/n.” Nasty nodded, recognizing your name.

“hello, luv.” You smiled at him shyly. Razzle pulled on your arms.

“Holy fuck, you guys were amazing!” He remembered the show you’d just put on with the band. It was pretty amazing. You smiled proudly. In that moment, spent with cheers and clinks of glasses, reliving the warmth and everlasting love of each other’s presence seemed to erase the memories of the rough times. Sure, they’d be back someday. Sure, the moment wouldn’t last forever, and maybe the chemistry you used to have would never be the way it was, but it was a moment when you were back home. There was no need to catch up, things were right back where they left off years ago, before any disagreements, when you were just kids. He gave you his hat and promised you’d see more of him from then on. And that was it.

[aringofsalt]

hi sarah, i'm a lurker here but i just wanted to message you and say that no matter what has happened or will happen in canon, i'm so glad i found the bucktommy community on tumblr and specifically your blog. you're a fantastic writer and artist and you always give such measured, mature responses to whatever is happening in this fandom. thank you for letting us share in that <3

when i tell you i woke up and read this and nearly cried 😭 thank you so much anon 💛💛💛

i'm going to be taking at least a little step back from watching the show as a whole, again, not due to the breakup itself but how i feel it was handled on screen and in the interviews.

i know we're all angry and disappointed—i am too, deeply so—and i don't blame a single person who wants to take that step back, whether it be a break or permanently leaving the fandom

but. for me? this message itself is honestly a perfect example of why i'm not going anywhere. i've been really blessed with the community and friends i've found since coming back to tumblr a couple years ago, and the last six months in particular have been so lovely.

there is so much creativity and positivity and love in this little corner of the fandom, despite everything we dealt with. look at everything we did in the last six months! there's been so much amazing fic and beautiful art and community projects and frankly... i'm clinging to those positives for dear life. because i, for one, desperately need that and i know for a fact that i'm not alone in that.

anyway, all that to say, i'm not planning on going anywhere anytime soon. i'm still gonna be on this hellsite yapping about my little guys with you all. if you ever feel like not lurking, my inbox and dms are always open to anyone who wants to talk, either here or on discord (also aringofsalt over there)

i love you all 💛

[ultrameganicolaokay]

I, perhaps understandably, don't seem to get updates on my tumblr anniversaries (so I thought I'd just do this one myself), but, see, the the thing is... I was one of those lurkers with a blank blog for years before I first actually posted something. Which was, yes, five years ago today. Yay!

So, anyway... I guess I just wanted to say thanks. Thanks for the likes, posts, follows, reblogs, blocks, messages, crabs, Ides of March, Spooky Seasons, Goncharovs, boops and all the other stuff I'm forgetting about right now. It means a lot to me. Here's to another five years blah blah blah...

[putschki1969]

hello, thanks for uploading the audio rip of kaji fes day 1 and 2! is it possible if you make a ISO image rip of the Bluray and create a torrent file for it ? :) we usually download some ISO from jpopsuki just few days after release but somehow nobody have uploaded ISO of kajifes there yet XD

Hello there. Sorry for the delay, I've been holding off on replying to your question for a while. To be fair, when I saw this in my inbox just a DAY after my response to the Kaji Fes. MP3 ask, I was more than a little annoyed.

It's not like your message is inherently rude or anything (in fact, it's a bit more polite than the usual stuff I get) but it tells me TWO things about you:

You either purposefully ignored everything I wrote in that Kaji Fes. MP3 post or you never actually saw my original post and got the download link from someone who reposted it to another site. If you had made an effort to read my response from a few days ago, you would know that I always planned to share rips but first, I needed to receive my package. People are really out there thinking I have immediate access to everything. That is a misconception! The truth is, just like so many of us, I am at the mercy of endless shipping/customs procedures and have to wait very long for stuff to arrive at my place. Then I need to find the time to do all the ripping/encoding while working a full-time job and also having a life.

You've never actually visited my blog and thought it would be a good idea to use your first time here to make a huge request. I seriously doubt that you are one of my regular followers or lurkers because in all of my years running this blog, I've never ever provided t0rrents so I have no idea where you would get that idea from. Yes, I share a lot of content but I do this by uploading reasonably HQ files in converted formats to Google Drive for archival purposes. Early on, I considered providing ISO files but they proved to be too troublesome to handle on a personal cloud (they take too long to upload/download and use up way too much storage space - I already pay more than enough for my current plan). Also, I wholeheartedly believe that those who want raw files should simply BUY the Blu-rays and do the ripping themselves. You can't have high standards like that and not be willing to invest the necessary money and time. Contrary to what people may believe (based on the content I share), I am a big proponent of supporting artists by buying their releases. My main goal is to make life easier for overseas fans who struggle to overcome the countless hurdles between us and Japanese media but that certainly doesn't entail providing everything in the highest quality imaginable. To sum things up, all you can ever expect on my blog are encoded files which should have high enough quality to satisfy the vast majority of people.

Anyway, enough about that. I have good news! My package FINALLY arrived yesterday. BANZAI! Depending on how busy I am, I will hopefully be able to get the files uploaded by Thursday *fingers crossed*

[szhmidty]

They are closing ranks around the confirmed pornbot

Hm, I'm not sure "confirmed" pornbot is the appropriate language here. The blog in question was known to post porn and known to send sugar daddy messages to random people.

There are real users who do that. If you run a porn blog, you'll run into them. The sticking point for me was that @honoratacarnage, the user who highlighted the sugar daddy spam, is not a porn blog: they're an art blog, and pretty much entirely SFW from what I can tell. Real users who want to roleplay as a sugar daddy don't generally spam random blogs with those messages; it's a waste of time. They spam other porn blogs run by young women, since those young women are more likely to be receptive to such messages. Like, the language "you’re pretty enough to be my sugar baby" just doesn't make sense when I don't think honoratacarnage has ever posted a photo of themselves (I checked their blog archive; there are no photos of them in the photos section). That, to me, heavily implies a bot or scammer who's fishing.

The real smoking gun would be to get a look at the kinds of porn basel-1995 was posting. Pornbots will post what is basically link spam: post after post after post of generic porn with links to cam sites or the like. Real users will sometimes reblog these --- sometimes the generic porn is just good --- but even then it's pretty easy to tell the difference between a bot and a real user from a cursory glance.[1] But, without that smoking gun, I don't think I can be 100% certain they're a bot.

Bot or not, I do think it's fair to call them a scammer. Scattershot "Pretty Babygirl, I Want To Be Your Sugar Daddy" is a common scam tactic: you ingratiate yourself with flattery and promises of money, get their bank details under the guise of needing it to wire over the money, and run off with as much as you can get. I've known people who fell for it, and scams like it. The difference between a scammer and bot is academic in this context; either way I don't think they should be on the vetted list.

But I don't run the list, I don't like how the list is promoted and organized even if I approved of the vetting process, and one of the vetters claims to have a contact in Gaza who can vouch for basel-1995. It's weird and messy. Without being able to audit their process myself, I'm not confident their vetting process actually works, and the whole thing is half moot for me since I believe I can do more good by just donating to aid organizations anyway.

If you do want to donate directly to a palestinian's crowdfunding campaign, I would suggest looking into Operation Olive Branch or Gaza Funds. I can't exactly vouch for either vetting process either, but it's a safe bet each has more resources to vet than random tumblr blogs do, and I'm not aware of any funds that are extremely likely to be scams on their lists.

Also, counter-intuitive as it may be, find a fund that is near completion to donate to.

1: This is actually an irritation of mine. People will get really upset about blank blogs following them, accusing them of being bots. Blank blogs aren't bots: the point of a bot is to generate links for people to click on and follow. They're there for SEO spam and brute forcing engagement through volume. A blank blog doesn't do that. The blank blogs are just lurkers, which is fine. Let them be while they get comfortable and they'll start posting and putting up a real bio/blog header when they feel like it.