#behave yourselves if you're going to interact with this post

[pearwaldorf]

When I was a kid, every word that flowed from J. K. Rowling’s pen wrote magic into my world, but now every word she puts out just hurts my heart. Every homophobic or transphobic thing queer kids hear growing up becomes a voice that follows them for a long time. We hear relatives, friends, and parents say awful things about us and to us. For a lot of us, we fight those voices every day. When one of those voices comes from the author who taught you about accepting yourself, a person you thought truly saw you and kids like you, it hurts in a way I honestly hope she never understands. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I don’t hate her. It would honestly be easier if I did. Inside me somewhere, there’s a kid who still loves her despite everything. That kid has a lot of experience loving people who hurt her. She never asks why; she just wants to know what she did wrong and how she can fix it. It’s hard to tell her there’s nothing left to fix.

--Jaina Grey, Review: There Is No Magic in Hogwarts Legacy

This made me cry. Deep, heaving, snotty, undignified shit. It reminds me of another extraordinary piece of writing, also about another kind of intimate betrayal:

I picked up [my mentor's book] from my bookshelf and read and re-read that section. I felt a number of things. The strangest, most immediate was a version of pride. The man whose approval I had always wanted had decided I was good enough to rip off. I was sitting, with Fitzgerald, in the library in his head; my writing, like Tolstoy’s, had stuck with him, somewhere deep, and he had turned to it when he wanted to say something that he couldn’t say.

...

It hurt, and I was angry for what had happened to me and other writers – the way our labour had been co-opted, and not appropriately cited. Lots of people can imagine that hurt, I assume. But I can’t imagine that many other people understand the way it felt good, too.

These are linked to me because they are about how we grapple with treachery from people who we have loved, perhaps still do, but have done us severe? grievous? deep harm. It's a tricky subject, and I am thankful there are people who can discuss it with such eloquence, thought, and grace.

At this point I don't think there's much I personally can say that will convince you to do or not do something re: the wizard game. It's not my job to make you feel better about something you probably know isn't right in your heart of hearts, or make you confront the gap between your stated ideals and concrete actions. I also think talking about playing the game in public means you have to accept the consequences that come with that.

I do hope you reflect on your relationship with the corpus of work and its author as much as these writers have, because I think you owe them and yourself at least that much.

[drcloudtheclown]

Angry Tsams/Tsbs Fandom Rant

This is a long one, don't read it if you don't wanna

Apologies in advance if some things don't make sense, English isn't my first language, and I tend to phrase things weirdly.

I want to, really badly, REALLY, really badly, make friends in the tsams/general tsbs fandom, but some of you guys make it so hard, especially with what I've been seeing snip bits of

I thought the warrior cats had its issues (love you guys🫶) but in my entire 17 years of life I have never EVER seen a fandom this fucking horrible. A fandom this at their throats with each other that it makes people not only in the fandom but outside of it neverous to post literally anything because of what they could be shown or threatened with, hell, im one of those people who are too nervous to post certain things because of this. I haven't seen anything this vile since amino, and that's saying a lot. Amino was crazy.

I originally thought when joining this fandom, "Hey, it'd be cool if I make some friends here! Maybe make a server or something!" I only know 3 or so people here who are genuinely so nice that I feel comfortable interacting with them. (If you're someone who I'm mutuals with or interact with, you aren't the issue, I apologize if you come across this post, I'm not in a great mood, love you guys 🫶 and sorry again.)

I've never, ever had to make a post like this, but holy. There are some horrible, despicable, and immature people in this fandom. Even at 12, I would know this kind of behavior towards others is not acceptable. Makes me want to vomit.

God, genuinely, haven't been this upset for a few years. A part of me still wants to make friends and have a group to talk with, but god dammit. This fandom.

Some of you should be ashamed of the atrocious actions you've done, with the horrible imagery you've shown. Your families would be disappointed. What about the people you grew up with, seeing you behave like this? Parents, siblings, friends. But you kind of people, and you know who you are, never think about that. Hell, some of you might be adults doing this. What's that say about you when a kid knows better than to behave and act the way you do?

If your family won't say it, I will.

I'm very disappointed in you.

And you should be disappointed in yourselves as well. But you won't. Will you? Because you think that hiding behind screens or the "big people" will keep you safe from the consequences of your actions.

I'm really tired now, I'm probably gonna go draw comfort characters or something

[thoughtseeker-the-dragon]

Hi there, this is the pinned post intro that I said I wanted to make

Edit 10/18/24: pending a more in depth revision of this intro, know that there are two of us here now. Syrup is the host and is the creature behind the posts you've been seeing, but thoughtseeker is their parogenic headmate and will sometimes post. We'll make it clear when Thoughtseeker is the one who's talking.

We want to start with our preferences for interaction, since most of you will be here checking that:

We're 18 and dislike sex. Please behave yourselves and don't be creepy to a being that still see themselves as a minor in many ways.

Everything else is on the table! Don't be the one who makes me change this.

I go by many names. On here, you can call me Thoughtseeker, as well as on Bluesky and Twitter, on the off chance you find me there. I go by Syrup (short for Syrup of the Dog) on Discord, and if you find me on a platform related to gaming, I'm likely using some variant of PotatoComputer.

As a general guide, whenever we use "we" or "us", we are referring to both myself and Thoughtseeker. If I refer to myself in the singular, I am referring to myself, and when I refer to myself by name, I will use Syrup.

Thoughtseeker is my sona, and it should be notes that while they are a mirror of myself in many ways, this intro is for the "human" behind the screen, not the dragon (reason being that there are several things about them that aren't applicable to myself).

Our pronouns are They/Them, and sometimes we go by We/Us. We aren't plural, though (we know it might be confusing, bear with us), and plural pronouns are just a fun little thing we do. We're AroAce, moderately sex-averse and don't really care about romance. Our gender is kinda wobbly at the moment, and it fluctuates between "masculine and apathetic" and "moderately dysphoric non-binary transfem" (our "trans mood" is really hard to describe accurately)

We have ADHD, as well as social anxiety and some undiagnosed autism. Needless to say, our brain is NOT normal, and we are more than fine with that.

Our hobbies are numerous, and we cycle obsessions sometimes. We're very in tune with the process, and we've taken to calling it "The Cycle™". As of writing (this will not get updated), our fixation is on Sea of Thieves and Empyrion: Galactic Survival. We have some permanent residents, though, and these are the ones we love to talk about regardless of our current Cycle stage:

Wings of Fire

Cobalt Core

Furries (although this one has caveats, like how we stay as far away from controversies as possible)

Mental Health and advocacy for it

LGBT topics

This goes without saying, but we will ramble about these topics and would love to be given the opportunity to do so.

We also have a minor fascination with plurality and the plural experience (if you couldn't tell), so if you're willing to share, we would love to hear it! (no pressure ofc)

We'll probably come back to update this at some point, but these are the major points of our personality that you should know for now. If you're curious about a specific facet of our being, send it to our inbox and we will likely answer it.

[drtanner]

The club is always more fun with friends. 💜

You know the deal, if you want to see where this goes, you're gonna need to get Stelak through to Round 4. 👀 Vote for him here!

It's still a very close race with three days to go! So if you want to see the, uh. The thrilling conclusion to this set of gposes, go and vote! 👀

(Also, if you recognise Stelak's friend, you can request a gpose from me and I'll cook that up for you when I get time. Drop his name in the tags if you know who he is!)

NB: Behave yourselves on the tourney mod's posts. I'm not tagging this for them because they specificially requested No Horny Shit, so be classy and considerate when you interact with them directly. 👌

[sfwsickficthoughts]

adult, they/it, sufferer of a few mental illnesses. call me whatever the fuck you want. I post hurt/comfort shit with a focus on sickness. not an emetophile, none of this is for kink, I just like the softness and vulnerability that comes with taking care of a sick person.

this account was pretty much just made for my own self-indulgent purposes. I take headcanon and writing prompt requests on a "when I feel like it" basis.

Req info and DNI below

requests: open. 0 ask(s) in the inbox.

what I do: headcanons and writing prompts. the prompts can be fandom/character specific or they can just be general prompts based on a theme. whatever floats your boat (or rather mine since I'm gonna be the one doing the writing)

Whitelist

these are fandoms I'm already familiar with. If yours isn't on the whitelist, that doesn't necessarily mean I won't consider it, it just means I might have to do research.

Half-Life

Entropy: Zero

Portal

Left 4 Dead

Team Fortress 2

Madness Combat

Oddworld

Wreck-it Ralph

Cyberpunk 2077

Yakuza 0-6

Superjail!

POSTAL

Blacklist

for personal reasons I am not comfortable writing for these. list subject to updates as I see fit.

RPF

MCYT

Homestuck/Hiveswap

Eddsworld

Cookie Run

Hazbin/Helluva

Harry Potter

Hetalia/Countryhumans

Boyfriend to Death

DNI or "Why Did You Block Me?"

Bigot of any flavor

Pedo/zoo/incest loving "people"

Pro-para/radqueer/rad-inclus/whatever you pedo/zoo/incest apologists are calling yourselves these days

Proship/anti-anti

DDLG/CGL/ageplay in general

Transage/transrace

Genocide supporters (read: think what Israel is doing rn is Correct)

Yandere blogs (personal discomfort)

NSFW/kink blogs (just don't want these posts in NSFW spaces, y'all are cool)

On thin fucking ice

Emetophiles

interact if you want, but don't rb these posts to your kink accounts or use emetophile-specific tags on them. I don't have anything against y'all, I'm just not into that and I'm not comfortable with having my posts interacted with as kink material.

Age regressors

nonsexual agere is fine to interact, sexual age regressors read the above entry in the DNI about ageplayers and fuck off expeditiously.

Fans of blacklisted fandoms

you're welcome here, but behave.

"coquette"/"female hysteria" bloggers

I know like 90% of you guys are radfems/terfs. I see you acting up and you're going in the block bin.

"Fandom moms"

if you actually read all of this, congrats on your mental stamina. please take this congratulatory silly as a treat and have a day.

so many of you motherfuckers turn out to be predatory it is actually insane to me

People named Max

listen I'm sure you're fine but due to personal reasons I'm going to be wary about you forever

[6clawdy6]

How are we doin this fine Valentine's Day, watchful eyes?

I'm going to say a thing or two here because I don't think leaving it in a reblog or tags will do it justice. If you do not agree with anything that I say here and you are unwilling to be a mature adult about it, don't even bother interacting with this post or me directly regarding this, just block me and move on with your day because I am not putting up with any shit. Said things will be under the read more.

I have faced a great deal of criticism and damnation for doing stuff for me for the longest time, way more times than someone my age should have. As one can see, this kind of damnation will not stop me from loving what I love and I feel it shouldn't stop anyone else either.

Something that I think falls under this kind of thing is that no one should ever be damned for choosing to love a fictional character as opposed to a real person. I've done a bit of looking, and as it turns out, there exists a lil something called "fictophilia", which, as you may have guessed, is an umbrella term for the desire, sexual attraction, or intense feelings of love towards a fictional character, similar in strength and application for those felt towards real-life people. Because of how fictophilia/fictosexuality/fictoromance is negatively portrayed in media, people with this kinda sexuality feel like their thoughts and feelings are invalid and wrong. Personally, I don't think it's wrong at all, and I think being in love with a fictional person is just as valid as being attracted to a real one. Hell, I don't blame some people for being attracted to fictional characters instead of actual beings. Actual people have a very bad habit of being creepier than characters intended to be creepy, and that's saying something.

What's wrong wit y'all. Why are you like this. Stop creeping out the fictosexuals, people like you tend to be why they prefer fictional characters in the first place.

Another thing is that I believe that people are allowed to be uncomfortable with things like certain pairings and have the right to use whatever's currently handy to filter that out of their view. That doesn't give you the right to damn them when they're not looking, they're allowed to block you so they don't have to deal with anything you create or say that makes them uncomfortable. In fact, I can already think of several people who have damned others for this exact thing that I would love to block myself if not for the fact that I try not to judge, because y'all apparently can't behave yourselves when you think people aren't paying attention. Y'all should feel bad not only for acting like a spoiled child over someone not being comfortable with what you like, but also for being petty towards others all because they're interested in someone that ain't you, real or not.

I ain't saying names here because of that last bit, but if you're one of the people I am referring to here, you know who you are and if you're gonna act a fool about it, do not cry about it to me directly or on this post, because I don't wanna hear it, I will not hesitate to block people for not being the mature adults I asked y'all to be, and it ain't my fault you didn't listen.

Those that are willing to at least try to understand what I'm saying here and maybe even relate to this a little, thank you very much for being mature about this and feel free to stick around and vibe, I don't see enough people like you here on this site.

[jasper-pagan-witch]

An aesthetic board that I made for Cernunnos, Gaulish god of liminal spaces, wealth, abundance, the underworld/afterlife, guiding the dead, and hunting.

Though he's commonly syncretized with the Greek god Pan as a fertility god, there's not much evidence of that when you peel back the layers of historical syncretism.

I love Cernunnos, in his ambiguous liminal ways. I hope he enjoys this little playlist I've put together for y'all!

Curse of the Werewolf & Return of the Werewolf by Timeless Miracle

Glitter & Gold by Barns Courtney

Highwayman by The Highwaymen

I Know I'm a Wolf by Young Heretics

If You're Going Through Hell by Rodney Atkins

Thanatos by Silverheart

Wolves by Selena Gomez & Marshmello

Roleplay/fandom blogs, you can interact but please behave yourselves. This is a religious post.

Please don’t tag my post "Wicca" or "Horned God". Thank you.

[mistaeq]

Caught in his fangs, freed in his claws.

Chapter 1.

TW // blood will be implied, kinda non-con relationship, vampires, werewolves, spooky things.

DISCLAIMER! EVERY IMAGE IN THIS FIC IS EDITED BY ME AND MATCHES THE DESCRIPTIONS IN THE FANFIC.♡

So. This is Dora's interactive halloween fic. What do I mean with "interactive". You choose your ending! Yay! At the end of every chapter, I'll give the reader a choice to make. You don't have to necessarily tell me your choices, you'll just have to keep them to yourselves and remember them as you go. Both endings will be posted - four, counting the not nsfw ones -, since the choice will be based on how many answer "A"s and "B"s you personally gave. But still, if you want to, you can share with me your choices! It'll be funny to know how would you behave!

Lord Higashikata x neutral!reader / Butler Nijimura x neutral!reader [depends on your choices <3]

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

Once upon a time, in a kingdom... a young creature who was nothing more than a duchess/duke, was sitting in a carriage, waiting for their destiny to come. This is not about a princess/prince, no knights galloping on a noble steed, but the story of a pure, untouched creature who was sold to save their family. This was deeply illegal. This is why from the day they were born, their parents never declared their birth at the government. They were noble people, god dammit. They would have never let such a shame fall on their surname's fame, on their dynasty, on their family's reputation. So they waited, living their misery in secret. They waited until their eighteenth birthday to sell them to someone who they knew would have never aged and would have never died, in the meantime.

You had heard of this person. He was a Count, mercilessly buying people to gain pleasure from them. To be satisfied. Almost like a tribute, almost like the Minotaur myth. It sounded just like this man could never be without someone beside him, pleasuring him. But you spent eighteen years of your life with your parents by your side, reassuring you about the fact that this person would have treated you well and properly, and he would have given money to your family after every year of your life spent with him. He had never had the chance to ask for something like that before... but since your family had promised you to him since the very start, since the day you were born, he asked for them to make sure you made it to him as a virgin.

Did this mean... he wanted you to have your first time with him...? He wanted you sexually, someway? Maybe making sure you were untouched just for him? These were the questions that were bugging you all the way towards his castle. The carriage felt always colder, and you stared at the coachman, hoping he would someway reassure you. "Excuse me...? Do you know anything about the man I'm being brought to...?" as you asked, the carriage stopped, and the man turned towards you, clearing his voice. His cyan eyes looked so deep, they were cutting through you as the sharpest sword ever.

"You mean my uncle, Lord Higashikata, I figure." what a deep voice, you felt the goosebumps it caused creeping up behind your spine. Lord Higashikata? At least now you knew about his surname. The surname you maybe would have taken.

"Y/n Higashikata..." you murmured, just to hear how your name would have sounded with his surname, slightly whispering and fighting hard against the tears that were forming in your eyes. Your parents had made you use to this thought. But all you would have wanted, watching all the lovebirds flirting and kissing in the streets, you realized you would have rather chosen to slowly fall in love with someone, rather than being forcibly paired with that Count. Meet someone, make friends, spend time together... passing time making you fall in love. This is what you craved. But you would have never found it now. It was too late. Maybe.

It took waking up from your daydreaming, to notice that the coachman who was talking to you, had no body at all. Or better, he did have a body... but it was driving the carriage, while the thing that was talking to you was his head only, held up by a single hand of his instead of being on his neck. "What the heck?" you almost shouted, terrified, as you curled up against the carriage's seat. "What... what are you..." your voice broke, as the man put his head back on his driving body with a sarcastic laughter. Your eye fell on a notebook, which was right beside the coachman. It had a name on it. Probably his. "Are you possibly... Kujo Jotaro?"

"Why even bother asking. Does my head scare you, young creature?" Kujo's deep voice answered in a melancholic way, as his back relaxed against his seat. "You'll see way better shit than this, in that castle. My uncle did this to me. He's the only one who can fix me, so that I have to be loyal, if I want my reward." what? You didn't know why. But your instinct told you to investigate. The more you knew about your future husband, the better it would have been.

"Lord Higashikata did this to you...?" your soft voice asked, even if you already knew the answer. "Is he evil? Possessive?"

"Are you asking to know whether you have a choice without dying or not?" your breath hitched. Dying? What kinda man was he? And if you parents promised you to him as soon as you were born, how can he be as young as they said he looks like? Now that you thought about it... you had heard of this man wanting young boys and girls for his own pleasure during a time which was located way before your birth.

"Why hasn't he been killed yet?" when this question left your lips, you thought you were nuts. How could you let yourself ask such a thing to the Count's coachman? "How old is he...?" you immediately tried to cover up your last question with a new one, which anyways bugged you a lot as well. Jotaro shrugged.

"Nobody really remembers it precisely apart from him and his advisor. I think he's around two hundred..." No way you heard what you just heard. Were you gonna marry... an elderly man? But no, come on, two hundred years isn't even considered elderly, it's basically... dead? "You know..." Kujo continued. "...Vampire stuff." Oh. OH. So that's what it is. Vampire. Great, good to know your family had been planning to sell you to an edgy bat for eighteen years so far. Now, if possible, you were twice as terrified as before. You didn't dare to ask any more questions to the coachman, considering he sometimes even sounded pretty pissed at the thought of solving your doubts himself.

The jacket you had taken off while you were in the carriage, returned on your shoulders as it stopped in front of the scariest view ever. A castle, a giant, castle, where the only light available to make it clearer to your sight, was the moon. It wasn't even full, that night, so that there wasn't a great light to dispose of. Great. You waited for some seconds, as the coachman opened your door out, interrupting the whistle lingering in everyone's ears, when it all suddenly gets too silent. Only then, you had the occasion to notice two things. The first one, was that Kujo was ridiculously tall and muscular. The second one, way more scary, was that the carriage, since the beginning of your road, had been carried by... nothing. You swallowed, as your gaze decided not to stare at that too much. This counted for both Jotaro's muscles and the lack of horses. "Just get to the main door. Someone will be waiting for you."

His deep voice then left you, all alone, as he took his place back in the carriage, and you could swear you heard him murmur something on his way back, on the line of "This is the nth youngster that I bring for him... I feel like Charon." Seriously? Charon? Was he implying he had just brought you - and many others - to basic hell? You huffed and held back your tears, a true miracle. No need to cry now, this won't bring you back home, not that you're this much eager to see the two people who sold you to a vampire murderer. And probably an old man, too. Your feet moved, shyly, to the main, giant, iron made door. A short, smiling, reliable-looking guy, and a tall, muscular, serious-looking sentry, were waiting for you. You decided to talk to the short one first, as you noticed the white part of his right eye was black, instead. Plus, the iris of that eye was red, whereas the left one was blue.

"Uhm... hello?" you murmured, trying to smile the best you could, as your breath suddenly hitched at the feeling of the cold tip of something sharp against your neck. You didn't dare to move your face, or the blade would have wounded you. But you turned your eyes toward the taller sentry, the golden wolf decoration attached to his double-breasted jacket almost blinded you, as it reflected the moonbeams. You swallowed. The blonde, braided haired sentry didn't even think about backing off. Until...

"Keicho." the shorter guy talked, putting his hand on the sentry's. "You don't wanna slice our Lord's betrothed, do you?" he giggled. The man, Keicho, was it, backed off, and retracted the weapon from your neck. Now that you had a good sight of it, it looked like a long, heavy arrow.

"No, I don't." the sentry hid the arrow behind his back, right where it probably was before, since you didn't even notice it until he attacked. "I apologize, Koichi." wait. For real? Koichi? Keicho and Koichi? Like Tweedledum and Tweedledee? Keicho and Koichi? You avoided giggling about this. The last thing you wanted was getting your head threatened to be cut off again. The little guy just nodded, and gestured you into entering the door. He would have followed and guided you. To keep on following Kujo's reference, Koichi would have been your Virgil in that hell. Keicho remained at the entrance of the castle. As a sentry, he was required there. He was, anyway, the most normal one you had met so far. Almost. ALMOST.

"So... Y/n, if I'm not mistaken?" the short one asked, his smile not abandoning him. He looked like a pacific person. You nodded. "Good, good. You're talking to Lord Higashikata's advisor. I stay by his side when he needs so, and he requested me to welcome you myself, since..." he smiled, to probably reassure you. The corridor looked neverending. "...you might have noticed Keicho isn't the most graceful man on Earth." Lord Higashikata's advisor... you're sure Kujo spent some positive words about him, previously, but you remembered none of them. You could just think you probably agreed, so far. "You're a special guest. Not like all the other people I've witnessed disappearing during my career." disappearing? Oh dear God. "You're a virgin, he mentioned that to me. Such a fresh creature never happened to him before. Higashikata Josuke wants to marry you." oh... Josuke. You now had found out his name, too.

"Do I have any hope of escap-" as you pronounced it, Koichi grabbed your arm.

"Don't say it. Just don't." his voice didn't sound menacing or threatening. Just... scared. Scared or hopeless. As if his smile was just a way to hide a deep, stressful story. "Accept it the way it is. Just fall in love with him or... force yourself to do so. Or else, you'll die." the way he switched from this sentence, to a toothy smile, totally hurt your heart. Koichi was broken inside, yet you could just watch this happening and vaguely imagine your destiny beside that vampire. Old vampire. Probably. "Anyways..." he huffed. "It's all straight through this corridor, you're almost at the end. Just get the last door in the middle, at the end. The only door." Koichi bit his lip. "I'm sorry I'm leaving you like this... but I just heard some sounds... I'm afraid Keicho's fighting with the Lord's snake." oh great. Higashikata has a snake, you thought to yourself as the small guy left you alone in the corridor.

Great. Charon brought you to hell. Virgil brought you here, a step closer to Lucifer, who you saw in Josuke. What's next, a Beatrice? You almost chuckled, thinking it was so absurd you could have woken up right now back in your bed at home and be unimpressed. You felt a sudden goosebump, all of it in a single instant, but couldn't even have time to process what you felt, that you heard a loud sound of a door being angrily closed. "Guh! Shit..." what? Was there someone at the end of the corridor, now? You thought, processing the sight of someone lying on the ground, quickening your steps to get closer enough to see who it was without being suspected of something or attacked. There was, in fact, someone. It looked like a young guy, a long - almost waist long - grey braid coming from his hair, which were black on the top, was now squished to the ground, the double-breasted jacket was similar to Keicho's, as you noticed it had the same golden wolf shaped decoration on his chest. His skin, though, was much different from the usual. Flesh colored, yes, but grayer. Way grayer, as if it had no saturation at all. You saw him trying to stand up, planting a hand on the ground to lift his chest up, but he fell back down. You could notice that his right hand, the one he used to help himself, was covered by a crimson glove.

As you looked at him struggling, you knew there was only a thing to do. You would have...

a) ...helped him to stand up. You couldn't look at someone struggling without helping.

b) ...been careful and waited for him to stand up, to see if he was really harmless.

[chateautae]

elphie anon 🐘

I read MID ch7 instantly when you posted it and had to take a couple of days to just to comprehend... uhm, some... feelings. So forgive me, since I've bottled this up and will result in a long message ... but the work is just so good I can't resist showering you with praise.

You live in my mind rent free.

I can't describe how cute and domestic everything was in the early parts then hOt, then just ditty dotty destroyed me in the later scenes.

The smut was... *clears throat, wipes forehead daintily*... it made me feel stuff that I should otherwise be used to in esp in this site, but when mid Tae told YN to behave I think it took my brain minutes to comprehend that I'm just reading a wonderfully crafted piece. And that no, I should not feel my knees to weaken and toes curl, but they did anyway. Gotta say, the mind is a powerful thing.

But as it turns out, SAMMY IS SO MUCH POWERFUL.

The whole trip with Jimin really solidified what was coming in the end of this chaoter, it tastefully and comprehensively vocalised the conversation about this whole feelings ordeal first with YN, and paved way for that earth shattering ending. I can't help but remember thay quote from The Perks of Being a Wallflower when I was reading: "we accept the love we think we deserve."

Damn, really. While it hurts to see and more on resonate with how hard it is to accept love from others after certain unfortunate relationships (yn), I really commend you on choosing to write this realistically. I think her mindset towards this type of stuff, while not really the best, is well-built enough to show how hard and conflicting it is to see yourself have worth for love. And it isn't easy to change in a matter of moments, but it is worth changing this perception just as it is worth seeing and admitting when you love someone.

For me, it's also worth seeing that sometimes the love others give us are dependent on how much they treasure us, and that's theirs alone. It's not something that we get to decide no matter how much we think we shouldn't hsve it, but something that, at least here, is something they spend just as much thought and effort to ensure and choose.

Tae felt it in every chapter, intensely too, with his friends as witnesses. Of course deceit can always happen, but sincerity too. You can't punish yourselves for the deciet that others do. it's their lie, faulting the victim (hate u kiseok) won't do anything, and carefulness doesn't always mean you're always right about others' intentions. I cried so much for both of them, but I guess that we can't always understand love from each's point of view as clearly as they can; we just have to learn to accept it. And trust that maybe, or surely, that they do love us, and us them.

Your talent and hardwork speaks so genuinely to my mind when I read your work; I can't say enough to thank you for letting the world see this.

... And is it true? The murmurings from the street, the rumors falling from lips? MAKE-UP SEX? YN BTCH U BETTER HEAL THAT HAND fully OR I WILL BE THE ONE TO CAREFULLY MEDICATE U SO TAE CAN FUCK YOU INTO THE DEEP DIMENSIONS OF HIS LOVE AND CARE FOR U. AND U DO THE SAME TOO BTCH BETTER KISS ALL UR FEELINGS INTO HIM.

cuz if u don't, then i shall join forces with jimin and hana.

sorry for such a long mssg huhu, and for the bad interpretation chahahzhJJJjssjjakwks

NEVER SAY SORRY FOR LONG MESSAGES I’M A CERTIFIED WHORE FOR THEM 😤

“You live in my mind rent free” Showering me with praise??? I’M- I’m crying?? I don’t even know what to say omg 😭 ASLDJLDKJ please dom!tae has that power, and it’s really only a sneak peek of what happens when you disobey him because let’s be real, Y/N will do it again sksksk. Oh God, you’re so correct, I think it summarizes perfectly what’s going on between these two. In a sense, they’re both rejecting each other on the premise either of them is not deserving of the other’s love. “We accept the love we think we deserve”, such a beautiful quote that can explain two broken people trying to find a way to love each other 🥺

You’re correct again, the human mind is a wonderfully intricate system, and oddly takes a few seconds to destroy yet years to rebuild. Y/N’s mindset comes from not only years under the emotional (and sometimes physical we’ve seen) abuse she’s endured from her mother which can largely impact any child, but also from someone she was in love with for a long time only have that love taken advantage of and abused as well. It’s crippling to anyone’s mentality and skews the idea of love for them almost eternally. 

Taehyung is different because he’s never been in love before, it’s new and shiny and bright and so he fell hard and fast, he has no qualms about admitting he’s in love either because he doesn’t know the painful experience of falling in love and desires to finally be in love (only until this argument ofc) while Y/N denies it because she knows love is painful and doesn’t want to go through it again. 

Though you’re correct yet again, it will present itself in future chapters but ultimately, love as pure as theirs is unconditional and cannot be changed nor forgotten. It won’t matter what the other thinks, because the other will love them unconditionally, or love them until they believe them, because love is ours to give and cannot be defined nor appraised by any price. But alas, we can never truly know how someone else feels about us, so another great point, love is scary because we must trust in the depths of our hearts somebody loves us the same, and we must see how these two decide to trust each other on that.

You’re so kind for even taking the time to write such a long message elphie anon omg, it took me days to reply to you because I didn’t even know how to begin, but I had the stupidest grin reading your lovely message 🥺💕 thank you so much, truly, for always being so sweet and interactive. 

ALSO WAITTT “SO TAE CAN FUCK YOU INTO THE DEEP DIMENSIONS OF HIS LOVE AND CARE FOR U” WHY AM I CACKLING AT THIS I FELT THIS IN MY SOULLL OMG but yes I’m currently writing the smut scene and all I have to say is there’s a LOT going on, YES it shall be categorized as rough and nasty yet soft and passionate makeup sex because I'm a desperate whore😌

[d-xs]

PROMPT:

KEEP THEM ALL IN AWE

Jason Todd & Damian Wayne & Jason Todd

The ruckus that welcomes Jason Todd into the cave is very different from the usual post patrol noise he is well used to. The atmosphere is tense and he knows, if he didn't have the protection of his helmet, he would be choking on the scent of their stress.

For starters, one of the batmobiles is revving, Tim's arm is bleeding so badly it looks like someone almost got away with the arm. Dick's usual smile is very strained, while Bruce and Damian are absent. Usually, when there's a ruckus of this magnitude combined with a bleeding Tim, Damian can be found in the middle of it.

Jason is debating on the merit of getting on his bike and leaving the others to deal with whatever mess they're currently in the middle of when Dick pulls out what is unmistakably Damian, from the driver's seat of the batmobile.

"Tim!" Dick growls with a slight hint of alpha command, as he bodily hauls Damian away from the car.

The brat doesn't make it easy on Dick.

"You were meant to be watching them!" Dick scolds.

"Yeah, I was!" Tim retorts angrily from where he is trying to clean his freshly acquired cut.

It looks more serious than Jason first thought.

"And I almost lost my arm for it. Why didn't you search him properly for all his weapons?"

"Be grateful I did not go for your jugular," Damian's haughty voice cuts in, before Dick can respond to Tim's retort. "The next time you attempt to lay a hand on him, I will relieve you of your head."

There is so much wrong with this picture, Jason feels like he's slipped into an alternate universe.

That must be it, because Damian in Dick's grasp is much smaller than the Damian Jason had seen earlier on patrol. Hell, he's much smaller than he was when he took up the Robin mantle. He looks just like the kit in Jason's memory of the League.

It has been years since he made an attempt to hurt Tim. Not to mention, he is fighting against Dick, the only person in the world who can get him to behave.

On second thought, Jason wishes he was in an alternate dimension. At least that way, he could return to his own universe without dealing with a de-aged Damian, who still has the values Ra's instilled in him.

Since settling into his life and his place in the pack, Jason has been recovering some memories he didn't even known he was missing. A lot of them he could do without. Especially his memories of the League, both before the pit and the early days after.

As bad as remembering how he really died and the events that led to it had been, Jason would take that over the memories of just how evil Ra's al Ghul truly is. The vile things the man had put Talia and Damian through always makes Jason sick.

However, as much as Jason would like to escape this situation, the Omega in him would never abandon a kit in danger. And there was no one in greater danger than someone challenging an alpha.

Damian is backed up against the passenger side of the batmobile now. Or rather, he's blocking Dick's path to it. His dagger is missing, but he's not deterred.

"Damian, no one will hurt him here," Dick says in a placating tone.

"Of course, you will not," Damian sneers. "You will not live long enough to regret it if you do, because I, unlike you lot, do not suffer those who hurt my family to live."

"Then let us help him."

Dick may be trying to maintain his friendly attitude, but Jason can see how strained it is.

"I have seen what help you offer," Damian says, absolutely unrelenting. "We have no need for it. If my father will not come out to face me, then we will be on our way."

Jason snorts at the brat's attitude.

The sound distracts them from their fight, gaining him both their attention.

"Who are you?" the brat demands, as he takes in Jason's form.

Jason can see the wariness in his eyes; he knows he won't stand a chance if Jason decides to team up with Dick against him. But the kid stands his ground and holds his chin up.

Brave boy.

Now Jason is curious about what he's protecting so fiercely.

"What are you doing here?" a deep voice asks from behind him, before he can answer Damian's question. "I told you not to return to the cave after patrol." Bruce continues, stomping into the cave from the manor.

"When have I ever done anything you told me?"

"Little Wing, B is right," Dick cuts in softly. "You don't want to be here right now.

The fact that Jason knows they're not dismissing his presence from the cave because they don't think he is a trusted member of the pack does not help. He may be an Omega, but he does not need to be protected. Certainly not from a child.

Not Damian.

Dick may be their resident Damian-whisperer, but he's clearly out of his element right now.

"Go fuck yourself," Jason snaps,

He takes off the helmet and domino mask underneath to give Damian a better view of his face.

"Ahki," Damian breathes, staring at Jason in disbelief.

The brat's reaction is exactly what Jason hoped for, but he did not anticipate how hearing that word from the kid would make him feel. He's stripping out of his jacket and armor to rip off his scent blockers before he's aware of what he's doing.

"Habibi," he acknowledges, crouching down so the kid can look him in the eye as he runs a hand through Damian's hair.

A soft cooing sound he wasn't aware he was capable of escapes his throat when the kit leans into his touch. He's not aware of his actions when he pulls the kid into a hug.

Damian is speaking to him in Arabic, and Jason knows he should listen, but his instincts are too jumbled for him to make sense of anything.

It has been too long since the Omega in Jason was let loose like this. Having this kit, the one he claimed so long ago in his arms again is pushing everything to the extreme.

He and Damian never talked about their shared past in the League. Jason knows it's partly due to his lack of memories, but also because he would never make Damian relieve those awful memories.

"Jason." The name is a command, a demand and a question all rolled in one, judging by the tone of Bruce's voice. It drags Jason out from the haze of instincts and hormones.

Jason bares his teeth, snarling at the alpha, even as he gathers his kit into his body to shield him from both alphas.

"Hey," Dick says, raising both hands in surrender.

"You're both safe, Little Wing. No one's going to hurt him," Dick continues.

Jason knows deep down that he's safe. They are his pack, his alphas. They will never hurt him or his kit, but the thought that they would take him away is unsettling. However, the haze of instincts has cleared off enough for him to think.

He turns an accessing gaze on Damian. He looks dirty and unkempt. Jason notes that his pants are a part of the traditional League attire, but he's missing the shirt and hood coat.

"You know Dick and your father," Jason tells Damian. "You can trust them."

Damian doesn't respond for a moment as he watches both alphas warily. "Even him?" He sneers at Tim who's currently stitching his arm.

"Yes, Habibi. He means well."

He gives the kit a little lick on the neck when he doesn't argue with Jason. He is proud to know that this Damian, at least, trusts him.

"Can you tell me what happened to you?" Jason asks, ignoring Bruce and Dick's looks of surprise and confusion.

Instead of speaking, like Jason expects, Damian pulls out of Jason's hold and nudges him away from the passenger door of the batmobile, reminding Jason that Damian has been protecting someone since Jason arrived.

It takes a while for him to coax them out, so Jason rises from his crouch to stand beside Dick and Bruce as they wait.

Knowing Damian, Jason had been expecting his precious cargo to be a dog, or cat or just about any one of the strays he has a penchant for adopting.

The last thing Jason expected to see, however, is a miniaturized version of himself.

The shock of it causes him to stumble forward, which turns out to be a very bad move as it sends the kid scrambling back inside the car.

"What the fuck?" Jason hisses, turning to Bruce and Dick for an explanation, while Damian -- God, that's not their Damian, is he? He wasn't de-aged by a spell or anything. Just one from an alternate universe -- focuses on comforting the kid.

"That's what we were trying to avoid," Dick sighs tiredly. "Red Robin ran into them on patrol. We still don't know how they got here, but Bruce thinks they've been in our time a couple of days, at least."

"And you weren't going to tell me that you have a younger me present?" Jason growls lowly. "Where's Damian?"

"Upstairs," Bruce grunts. "Where you should be. We don't know how you two interacting with your past selves will mess with the timelines."

"Yeah, you have Flash turning back the time whenever things don't go his way, or hopping back and forth to the future, but Damian and I interacting with our past selves is what will mess with the timeline," Jason scoffs. "Perfect logic, Bruce."

"It's not like that, Jay," Dick says, in his mediator voice. "We were looking out for you, too."

"How about you ask me next time?" Jason informs them.

During his confrontation with Bruce and Dick, Damian has disappeared inside the car with little Jason.

"I'm going to talk to him," he informs the alphas. "Both of you make yourselves scarce by the time they emerge."

He doesn't wait for a response before he turns away. It's not like they can object. He's the only one who can ensure this doesn't end in someone getting seriously hurt.

He knocks twice on the door to announce his presence, before opening it.

Little Jason is curled up against Damian. He looks even smaller next to Damian. Jason knows he was very small for his age when he was younger, but he has a hard time remembering ever being this tiny. He can't be older than four or five years old.

The kid doesn't look up at Jason, but the tremor running through him, the hand clutching Damian tightly, and the scent of his fear filling the car lets Jason know he's aware of him.

Jason knows the feeling. It was a constant companion whenever Willis was around and he's aware that he's reminding this kid of the man.

"Hey, Sky Lark," Jason coos softly, just like his mom used to. In hopes that both the familiar pet name and the tone will help him relax.

The boy's head snaps up to stare at Jason, mouth hanging open like he had something to say but has forgotten it.

"I know you're scared, and that's okay," Jason says in his most comforting tone. "But you don't have to be. No one here is going to hurt you."

The boy is watching him with wide eyes now, through the mistrust.

"I promise you."

"You can trust him, Jason," Damian adds confidently. "He is what you become in the future. You should be proud."

Jason isn't sure about that. Sure, he has come a long way from the helpless little kid he used to be, but he's not sure he can take pride in what he is now. But young Jason is even more fascinated with him as he watches Jason with big doe eyes.

"Is that true?" Little Jay asks, his voice a timid little voice. "Are you me in the future?"

"Yes, I am."

"But you're so big!" the kid exclaims with a cute lisp.

Jason grins. It's all he can do not to gather the pup in his arms and scent him. "You will be as big as me when you're grown, too," he promises. "I'm going to take care of you, okay?"

"Can Damian come too?" he asks, his hold on Damian tightening for a moment.

"Of course, I will," Damian assures him. "Not that I need caretaking." He backtracks.

Jason snorts. "Damian is coming with us. I'll take care of both of you."

The kid looks to Damian for support, copying Damian's action when he nods.

"'Kay."

When Jason stretches his arm to pick the pup up, Little Jay meets him halfway, snuggling closer as he breathes in Jason's scent.

They remain there for a while longer, with Jason scenting and grooming his mini me before stepping out of the car.

When he does, he doesn't pause to speak to anyone. He heads directly for his nest in the manor. Whatever there is to know can wait until the kids are cleaned, fed and well-rested.

One thing he knows is this: there's no way he's returning these kids back to their timelines. If Bruce has a problem with it, he can take it up with Jason.

[rpbetter]

Nope, I'm definitely not driving people out of the RPC. If I had that power, I'd use it to make people behave like decent human beings out in the real world.

I wasn't even around for 99.99% of this entire, stunning show of a circlejerk, and I actually have no idea who inhowen is. It seems like, years ago before I stopped interacting with COAR on my RP blog the first time around, I disagreed pretty heatedly with them on a confession we both took in drastically different directions. Gotta say, weirdly, neither of us were stalked, harassed, or calledout at that time. Could've been someone else though, I've disagreed with a lot of folks in the RPC over a lot of years, and it isn't like I can go recognize that icon now lol

In fucking fact, y'all damn buffoonery with their url is how both myself and the Apparently Infamous Rules Mun found out about all of this drama. For real lmao if you hadn't run them off their blog and assumed it in order to keep making fun of them, like the superb showing of maturity and having a life offline is truly shining from your asses on that one, I'd not have needed to go digging into all of this to verify whomst the fuck inhowen was, thus uncovering this actual single act circus of yours.

Once again, y'all have done this to yourselves.

And y'all are just keeping it going with this dramafest.

I'm going to say it one more time: neither I nor anyone I am friends with even knew you existed until you screamed and shit yourselves so badly last week. You're still doing it. It didn't bother any of you that you have been, and continue to, harass autistic, mentally ill, suicidal, psychotic, I could keep going muns. Conveniently, it's just your friend Raven. The only suicidal autistic on the whole of tumblr. You literally do not know anyone here or what they're going through, especially those who do not openly post about it, and absolutely fucking nothing gives you the right to arbitrarily decide who is a "freak" worthy of being run out of the RPC. No one is holding you at knife point making you write OMG NOES dubcon with them lmao holy hell kids!

Really fair chance that the RPC is just sick to death of this kind of bullshit and the attention drawn to Raven (through her own doing) was exactly that. I'm never for harassing anyone; I've said a million times, if you want to have it out with each other on the dash or in PM/DM, go for it, pull no punches even, but harassment via anons and whatnot is never acceptable. If I had been both around and aware of what she was claiming (unlike everyone else, the evidence isn't exactly glaring, I'm sorry), I would have posted about how inappropriate that was. You'd have gotten a post on how it's not solving anything to act out the same behaviors, at least attach your names for shit's sake.

When you, especially having any platform to speak of, behave in the way all of you have? You are begging the RPC to attack you for it. This is no longer the environment for this behavior, and I'm sorry that this was discovered in too harsh a way.

I'd still love to know what that apology was supposed to mean to a mun who has been blocked and fully disinterested outside of joking here and there on their own blog about not wanting to ruin any of your lives by updating their rules since APRIL??? That's a performative apology, folks! Meant purely to stop the pressure on you. Some of us aren't involved in your nonsense or subverting blocks, so how was that mun even to know there was a useless public apology? That even I couldn't share because it was deleted by the time I noticed any of this. Playing yourselves right off your own blogs isn't anyone else fault.

No one apologized to that mun.

No one asked them for clarification.

No one even let them know what all was going on.

Y'all could've done any one of those things, you never know; maybe if they were aware, or Raven had messaged them (and I do not mean coming out of the gate sideways being a dick either, no one has to speak nicely to you if you're going to attack them), they could have posted something. Reblogged something from Raven's blog to that end. Got this to die down far sooner and nicer than it did by showing that they did not approve of the anons. But you were all so invested in your degraded moral high ground that you couldn't do that. Your vested interest is quite apparent.

So, yes, PLEASE! I am begging you, if you are involved in this sphere of RPers, block me. There is no place for you over here, so, there's no need to do anything other than block me :)

Enjoy the wages of your hatefulness, remember the grass is plush, and you're not a tiny helpless baby without consequences as adults.

[twangs banjo]

When you start so much drama in the RPC that it ends up in full-out callout blogs being created, multiple users being so harassed that they delete, it all ends up including - at minimum - six RP blogs being harassed and the involvement of three resource blogs, one vent blog, and at least three totally uninvolved parties trying to approach you peacefully to put an end to it, but you seriously believe vague "apologies" on your blog and continuing to keep an inflammatory post up (I didn't reblog that from anywhere other than the source, I suppose I could have screenshot it, but being an adult trying to speak to another adult that seemed ridiculous and in poor taste) is an expression of remorse and acknowledgment.

That's a perfect example of how we shouldn't conduct ourselves in the RPC. Thank you for that.

Being mature enough to personally apologize to everyone you've caused months of unnecessary mental health drops, anon hate, ruined safe spaces, et cetera for is the advice to the rest of the community interested in maintaining an enjoyable, peaceable place to roleplay. Everyone makes mistakes, let us remember it is how we handle them that matters most.

That and liberally blocking irresponsible purveyors of drama, of course. Absolutely my mistake for being the third or fourth person to appeal to better judgments when they demonstratively do not exist.