#but hm. cant find anything online

[pocketramblr]

you ever have a line pop in your head and then have to google it because surely you didn't think of that

[wabblebees]

its hitting real "i want a damn suit" and "i want a damn corset" hours around here folks

[minas-linkverse]

Do you have any tips or tricks on how to start a comic like this? Or even just how you got started?? I've had my own au for years that I so badly wanna put out into the world but I've been struggling with finding a good way to start it!!!!

Hm!! Ok!! This is a tough question with many different answers even just from me. I'll do my best to answer tho!! 😮

The main bit of advice I want to give, and which I think is vital to anyone creating anything:

☆ Know yourself.

When looking up advice for creating, people love to tell you that by doing things a specific way is the best and only way to go. Often advice of this sort has solid points, you should plan ahead, you should have easy character designs, buut... You don't have to.

I do not work well with outlines or scripts. I dislike sketching. You'd think that'd make being a long form comic artist impossible for me, but nope.

I know theres things I cannot do, so I've put all my practise to what I can do. My lineart style allows me to almost skip sketching completely, my scripts are more of an A to B structure than law. I improv 90% of the time when making pages. It's kinda like dnd with myself.

I would absolutely not reccomend what I'm doing to others, but I know it works for me. People can tell me I'm doing it wrong but its either wrong or no comic at all, SO. Suck it. 👍

Er. Rambling now.

My point is, figure out what you can and cant do, and do your best to give yourself the ideal work enviorment and process.

☆ Deal with being overwhelmed

Making just a few panels and suddenly realising its gonna take years to get anywhere is SO demoralising. It's gonna happen and its gonna happen again, and again, and—

But continuing with the earlier advice, you gotta ask yourself what would help you. Are you willing to sacrifice quality? Do you just need a break? Maybe you're like me and like to include smth you love in every update so you'll have something to get excited about making.

That feeling of overwhelm is trying to tell you something, so figure out what that is so it wont end the project for you.

☆ Start it

You wont like what you make when starting. I've never heard of an artist who has.

I'm not saying start this instant, not everyone is as into improv and flailing around as me. But I will say you'll never feel ready. Figure out the minimun of what you need to start and do it. Show friends first if youre afraid to post.

Also where to start? Well sure there's lots of good advice online about that, but you can also just doodle random stuff until you feel like diving deeper. That's what LV started with, just Twi and Wild hanging out with animals and some headcanons. It may not be the most tightly written work but theres beauty in the humanity of a mess.

☆ Extras

A "failed project" or "forgotten WIP" is only a failure if you let yourself feel that way. Yea it can be a hauntingly strong feeling thats hard to deal with... But it can be beaten. WIPS are proof you tried and not everyone can say they have.

Lv is far from done and I have no intention of dropping it, but because the journey has been so nice I'd satisfied even if I had to call it here. Its smth that helps me with the overwhelm... What I've made is beautiful even now.

Comparing yourself to others is gonna rip your heart out. I love that theres other links meet aus out there and hope the best for those artists but I caNNot follow any of them or I'll crumble to dust.

So Uhm.

Basically. Have fun and be yourself. 👍

Ps. Readability is basically the most important thing for a comic artist to pay attention to, that and not destroying yourself with details and rendering. 🙌 Good luck out there!

[twicesserafim]

desperatly need a campus crush nwjns gip!minji! AKCKCKCKCKCK

G!p Minji

Smut heavy‼️

Not proofread

Third Person Pov:

Minji was a year above you, you've seen each other around, on campus, in the hallways, in between classes. You've ran into each other a few times. Haerin and Danielle were luckily your friends.

Well, not really close friends. But you knew each other, they were in your music class. "Minji's really been liking these shoes but she can't find any in her size" "what shoes?" you asked confused as the pointed to yours.

"what's her size?" "230 (6.5)" "oh, we're the same size" "really?" "yeah" "where'd you get yours?" "online, on this app. I don't think theres anymore though" "aw, that's unfortunate. what're they called again?"

"jordan 4 retro sail i think?" "oh? is it new?" "yeah, came out, end of september 2023." "ooh, so they're like, really new." "yeahh, i can help her find it, maybe i can" "thanks, y/n." "i got you"

"oh also! what to you think of minjiii" "what do you mean?" "is she cute? pretty? what do you think of her?" "uh, i mean yeah. She's pretty and she's cute too, she's attractive." "really? you think that?" "yeah"

"would you say you like her?" "im not sure." That's a lie. you find her so attractive that you want to bash your head on a wall. You have the biggest crush on her. "hm.. that's interesting.. would you be down to go to lunch with us?"

"uh, sure. i don't think i made plans today" "okay, bells gonna ring in a few, pack your bags." "i never take anything out of my bags" "true that"

...

Hanni, danielle, haerin and hyein all pushed you and minji in the middle, making the two of you stand beside each other. "is it too crowded, we can walk behind them?" "sure" you agreed as the two of you backed up, the four of them walking in the front as the two of you walked in the back.

"how was class, y/n?" "it was fine, kinda boring. I was sleepy" "i always sleep in my classes.. nice shoes." "thanks" you muttered, looking down. Hoping you could find something for her too.

"so uh.. the stores over there, just a few more minutes" "yeah, i know, it's all good" you replied, turning to face her. You were about the same height. You were maybe an inch shorter? Similar height though.

The others ordered, you passed some money to hanni, she smiled and went to the counter. "y/n what do you want?" "anything, it doesn't matter." "okay"

You and Minji just sat there, the two of you sitting beside each other. "so.." "how's badminton?" Right. You're on the badminton team. "it's okay, it's like really hard at times." "really?" "i'm good at saving, i'm not great at spiking though"

"oh, that's important" "it is.. it's hot" you whined, you took the hoodie off as minji's breath hitched; Both at your whine and you taking your hoodie off. She gulped, taking a breath in. You were in a compression shirt so it showed off your body pretty well.

The cargo pants honestly showed off your lower body pretty well too, the thought made her nervous as she got fidgety and slightly sweaty. She doesn't usually think of these things, why was this happening?

Your hand brushed on her thigh before you placed a hand on her back. "are you okay?" "um.. yeah i'm.. ahem, i'm okay." "are you sure?"

...

Minji Pov:

Fuck. I'm hard. I'm fucking hard. That's so pathetic, fuck! why am i hard! im just gonna have to walk around school with a boner?! Fuck my life, oh my god. It's gonna fucking stick up! I'm literally going to end it all.

Bro why did i get hard?! Fuck my life. Fuck everything. Y/n's right beside me too. I have the biggest crush on her. She's so perfect. Fuck! stop thinking about her! i'm actually gonna burst through my boxers. This is so scary.

"minji?" The way she says my name. Imagine if she was screaming it though.. oh my god. "yes?" "are you sure you're okay? you've been staring at the table for a few minutes? the food is here, eat, okay?" "yeah.."

I cant focus. Im going to the washroom. "i gotta go to the washroom, i'll be back." I need to finish my business quickly.

...

Third Person Pov:

You saw it. You noticed it a while ago, a few minutes after Minji had left for the washroom, you spoke up. "i'll go check up on her" "go ahead" the washroom door could lock. You knew that.

As soon as you came in, you locked the door, "minji" you muttered, "huh? what's wrong?" "let me help" "what do you mean?" "don't act all clueless. do you want me to help or not?" "we need to be quick" "i know that. now open the stall up."

She did as your eyes widened at her size, her hand was still wrapped around it. "are you close yet?" "no. for some reason i can't seem to get the job done" "well i hope i can.. the floors dirty" you whined as minji rolled her eyes with a smile.

She threw her jacket on the floor and you closed the stall, kneeling down in front of her. Kissing the tip and pulling it out of her hand, into yours. "oh my god." she whined as you put the tip into your mouth. "i haven't even done anything yet"

"come on then." you took more of her in, minji groaned as she let out a shaky breath, taking her clean hand and gripping onto your hair as you started going at it, you bobbed your head up and down, gagging on her and just taking more and more of her in.

"fucking shit y/n.." she sighed, whining a bit. she pushed your head closer as her balls touched your chin, you hummed, sucking on her, drooling a bit and gagging. "too big, darling?" you nodded as she chuckled.

Fuck was that hot. Minji thrusted into your mouth a few times making you gag. "are you ready for it?" you nodded. "come on, baby. tell me. you want my cum down your throat?" "yes.. please" "as you wish, sweetheart."

She groaned, gripping onto you tighter as she let out a whine, cumming into your throat as you swallowed all of her, you pulled away making minji chuckle. "fuck you're so hot" she muttered making you shrug.

"you're hotter" "hey.. wanna come over to my dorm tonight? my roommates on a trip.." you just smiled and nodded. "i'll give you more of me this time" you muttered, cleaning up yourself and walking out making minji smile to herself.

"damn."

...

"hey" you said as she let you into the dorm. "hi baby" "i like you, you know that?" "straightforward. i like that." "thought you would" "i like you too" "so.." "my rooms right there" "great"

...

Your face was in a pillow as you let out a loud moan. "fuck! it's big" "relax, princess. i've got you." "minji.." you whined, your breathing shaky as she pulled you up, making you face her while straddling her.

She slipped the tip back into you, "slowly, baby." you slowly sat down on her, the two of you groaned. "come on, hun. once you get used to it.. that's when it gets fun" "whatever you say.."

...

You let out small moans before whines left your lips. "fuck.. i'm gonna cum.. minji.." "hm.." "please." "what are you supposed to call but you don't?" "unnie" you whined making her chuckle. "good, go ahead."

"do you have protection on?" "no.." "minji" you whined, she pulled out, "open up then" you opened your mouth as she pumped her hands up and down a few times, before shooting her load straight into your mouth.

"you're so pretty" minji muttered making you roll your eyes with a smile. "yeah, with your cum all over my face?" "exactly."

...

"if i'm your girlfriend.. do you think i could steal your shoes then?" "min" you chuckled, rolling your eyes. "are you sure you love me then?" "nah, i just like your shoes" "meanie!" "kidding, baby!"

[cosmicbash]

I saw this too late :’( but aren’t Em’s boobs in those pics just MWAH? Cant you imagine a very enthusiastic Kelly trying to convince Marshall to get a nipple piercing and mister grumpy grandpa Mathers just getting absolutely appalled and horrified by that request. Then maybe Colson finds him looking up online sex shops for nipple clamps.

(((I just found this sitting unposted in my drafts????? and its good?? so why didnt i ever hit post??))

Em's boobs just looked so squeezable 😩😩

I envy that guy who copped a feel after Em teased him over their neverending handshake.

If only that could be ME

Also you are NEVER TOO LATE to say ANYTHING about Ems tits in an ask. That IMMEDIATELY revives my artistic spirit. I need those tits like water bby and I know kells would too.

Also nipple piercing em is 😏🥴🥴

So. Ahem

TittyTitTittyTitTittyTitTransitionTit

They've been laying in Colson's bed bickering over it for at least a half hour. Their once content not!snuggling and casual body exploration falling apart completely in favor of an argument.

"Come on, just one little hoop-"

"Ha!"

"It doesn't even hurt that bad I swear babe-"

Marshall's next snort sounds almost gutteral with how hard he holds back another mocking fit of laughter. "Doesn't even hurt- yeah, cuz a literal needle jabbing through one of the most sensitive spots on my body to rip flesh out and make a hole is like playing patty cake-"

"Oh come on, when you word it all fucking extra like that of course it'll sound bad- look-" Colson knew feeling offended was a little stupid but he has never let being stupid stop him before. "If anyone between the two of us has a more accurate pain scale for piercings do you really think its the one that has a single set of pierced ears? Hm? Or maybe the dude with like a dozen-"

This time Marshall did laugh openly at him, tone shifting over to a properly annoyed one.

"Really? Your pain scale is super fucking skewed Colson! How many times this year did you smash literal bottles and shit over your head? Divebomb off a stage to bust your ribs? Sleep through nasty tattoo spots? Don't you dare try and act like I'm being a pussy over nothing."

It's out of Colson's mouth before he can stop himself. His childish selfish wants completely winning out in a "Pftt, well you totally are."

Regret wells up just as fast in him as the anger does in Marshall's eyes. His semi comfortable spot sat over the other man's lap rapidly upseated in a flurry of fast movement. "Fuck you."

"Fuck. Em, come on-" Colson knows when he's stuffed his foot in his mouth and this is definitely one of the worser times. He should have been more mindful of the tension already present, or of his partners ever denied sensitivity to such subject. But the match is lit under Marshall's fire now.

"Some of us don't have a pile of pills or gallons of alcohol to hide behind everytime we go out and fuck our body up some more you know-"

And there it is. The always accurate defensive jab off Marshall's sharp tongue.

It hurts more this time than Colson expects it to. Maybe because he knows he deserves it for pressing and trying to guilt trip the other rapper. And maybe because he knows by now he really should be getting his shit together so the other man doesn't have such an easy diss to throw his way.

To their credit though, he can see a flash of regret pass over Marshall's face too as soon as it comes out.

Not that it stops the brunette from getting dressed any further, or slows his obvious escape.

"I'm--" sorry. Colson can almost hear it. See the word curl and shape on Marshall's lips, but the anxiety further up in blue eyes prevents it. They both know it wont allow it to come out. So another exasperated noise does instead, hands flying up to rake through the rare hatless head before Marshall is moving again. Sweats yanked up and feet thankfully left bare.

"It's my fucking nipple you asshole."

And then he's gone. Out of Colson's room without another outburst. Off to lick his wounds or more so, allow Colson to lick his own.

A few months ago the blonde would have chased after, continued the shouting until it teetered on that scary ledge of physical, their fingers grabbing too tight at eachothers skin, fists shaking, anything to keep Marshall from leaving.

But now? He's learned enough to take note of the shoes in the corner of his room, the discarded kangol, wallet and keys neatly tucked away in the spare nightstand, and so many other little anchors locking Marshall down around the room. It's just space. Space needed to run and cool off somewhere else in the house, prevent a bigger fight. A smart skill Colson should really use more himself.

So he rolls himself over into the warm emptied spot on the bed and waits. Ego wounded and heart a little sore by his own fault.

It only takes an hour for Marshall to come back and even less time than that for Colson to file his horny nipple ring tugging dreams far far away in his mind. An argument decidely NOT for another day or at all if he knows whats best for them.

Keeping Marshall back curled in his bed is obviously whats best. It keeps that gnawing need to drink his sorrows away, and makes the world's edges feel less sharp.

He wants to apologize as soon as he hears the click of the bedroom door, but he manages to bite it back until sock padded feet are thumping softly across his carpet beneath the bed. A rough sounding "Sorry-" leaving his tongue before he even sees Marshall walk into his line of vision. It's the one thing he has on the other man, his ability to actually say the word first, without painful prodding. And he's not going to let go of it no matter how petty he wants to be.

"Don't." The older man is sighing, but in a soft way. It drags his eyes away from the wall finally. The relief he feels just seeing Marshall back standing there in his room quickly replaced by a blip of confusion.

He's got stuff clutched to his chest, a bottle of peroxide, wipes, some plastic packaging. And up further Colson can see how embarrassment is burning his cheeks pink above his dark beard. His expression twisted into one of discomfort.

"Well?"

"Well?" Colson feels even more confused. Marshall is acting like the little bottle in his hand might as well be a bouquet of apology roses and he can't for the life of him figure out why.

"You gonna fucking pierce me or not?" He's chewing the insides of his cheeks. Usually Colson finds this cute but his ears are still ringing from the question. Excitement racing through his veins like gasoline lit by a match.

It's not surprise he practically jumps off the bed. "For real?? For real, for real??" He has to be dreaming, he must've slipped right off into a depression nap at some point while Marshall was gone because there's no way the other man can be serious.

But he is. Hands discarding the clutter of alcohol wipes, peroxide, and clean packaged piercers needles on the bed like it's nothing. "If you're telling me you sat here running your mouth and can't put your money to it now then I'm seriously gonna smack you this time-" Marshall's huffing at him, hands a little shakey while he wrestles off his shirt. "I had to bullshit to your bassist that you were having a manic episode and wanted a new piercing to get all this shit so, don't think you're getting off scott free either. I'm not having those dudes speculate where I let you pierce me if they see you come down without a new one-"

"Oh my god-" Colson still can't grasp reality. He's never won an argument this hard against Em before. Usually his crazy ideas are just whacked back down with a bat. He almost feels like he should cry.

Marshall looks like he wants to as well, but for a different reason. His anxiety visible in the twitchy movements of his hands and the squint of his face. "Please don't tell me you toked your brains out while I was gone-"

"No!" That jerks Colson back to full functionality. His hands moving to grab at the items and heart racing like a horse in his chest. "I-- I just needed a minute to- fuck- to fuckin process that-- you're serious? You're really serious about doing this?"

"Getting less by the second."

God he wants to kiss him. And shit, he does, hand coming up to drag the older rapper down by his neck and seal their mouths together in a firm smooch. Grin breaking their lips apart when he just can't hold back his giggles anymore. "Holy shit, I'm so fucking excited-"

"Shut up." He can feel just how hard Marshall's own heart is galloping when he lets his hand drag down the man's chest after they part. Palm pausing over the hard punch against skin like a magnet. He's certain that's not excitement, which makes it even hotter.

The dudes terrified but still willing to go through with this to please him.

He's gonna suck his dick so hard after they're done. Hell, he'll shove him down on the bed and ride him until sunset. This is a bazillion times better than apology roses.

"You do, uh, know what you're doing right?"

Colson does NOT. But he grins and nods his head anyway. He knows how to give someone a piercing yeah, he's done tons of his own and other peoples. Through the nipple though? That's gonna be a first, but his other hand is already tapping away super fast and discreetly on his phone while he pushes Marshall down to sit in his emptied space on the bed. "I got you baby-" He's gonna wikihow his way through this before anyone changes their mind.

[celestie0]

ellie did you hear about the solar storm thing thats been going around?

my friend gave me a detailed explanation abt what it is whats going to happen n all n honestly i am TERRIFIED.

like it genuinely seems so real that i cant even convince myself that this is another one of those silly things that go around each year

the fact that research for this solar storm has been going on since 2019 is ???? scary ????

makes it seem more believable tbh bc if it was not real it wouldn't have been going on for so long

IM SO SCARED 😭 genuinely cried when my friend was telling me ab this and she also said thwt we'll get to know ab when the solar storm is going to hit about 30 minutes before AND NOW IM PARANOID BC IT CAN HIT ANY MOMENT NOOOOO

and to top this off my mother told me that not many ppl will survive till 2027 i have no idea where she got that from but she scared me even more

this is so bad.

hii my love yess ive heard of the solar storm, i know that solar flares in general have been talked about a lot for a while now but i didn’t know that there was recent news about it!

i’m sorry you’re experiencing anxiety regarding it :””( yeahh ive heard that solar flares are near impossible to predict in advance for a lot of reasons, so that can definitely heighten the fear

hm idk if it makes you feel better but i remember nasa n other news outlets were talking about solar storms the exact same way about a year ago (i just remember telling my dad ab it cuz he works in aerospace n figured his company might’ve been discussing it) but nothing happened at all within the six month period that the news had been freaking out about LOL. i panicked a lot then too n my dad said it was just fear mongering lmfaoo 💀 (he’s kind of a cynic though haha) but yea i just bring this up because it’s not the first time this sort of news has been sensationalized

following any sort of space stuff can be scary for sure n it’s super easy to get lost in article rabbit holes that can really disrupt your quality of life in the present :( but i think there have been multiple instances of space phenomena that have been hyped up in media (even by a lot of reputable news outlets) that have not really affected daily life as much as it was thought to (like the never ending cycle of news about new asteroids, the whole aliens thing, etc)

i think it’s important to remember that the scientists that are actually behind the research are completely different entities than the people writing up articles about it online, so you always have to take the news with a grain of salt or maybe try to look into accounts from the actual researchers behind the findings (who, more often than not i’ve found, don’t even panic about their own research to the level of extent a lot of media ppl do online haha)

i’m not saying i don’t believe in the possibility of a solar storm or anything like that lol i just think there’s a lot of tendency in news these days to scare tf outta people for no reason

also correct me if im wrong but the largest danger of a solar storm would be disruption of radio & internet frequencies right? i thought they werent actually powerful enough to cause any sort of biological radiation harm ;0 loss of internet access would definitely be a weird thing to see and could put stress on more developed countries, but a lot of the world doesnt even have internet access to begin with so i’m not sure how much it will actually affect livelihood (i’m aware that it’d affect a LOT of things for sure, but i’m talking ab dangers like life or death situations, n i just cant imagine that being the case? but if you’ve looked into that more than i have n have more to share then lemme know i’m really curious)

sorry, im just bringing this all up in hopes it helps w your fears, n not to invalidate them! bc i totally get it, it’s scary stuff esp when it’s stuff you feel like you have no control over. but there’s a lot of things in life we have no control over, i think it’s best to just focus on what we can control n just try to enjoy today :)

thank u for ask bb <3

[undeaddevildom]

The Brothers Playing Minecraft

I don't know what this is i just zoned out for two hours and this is the aftermath. Sorry this is borderline incomprehensible I am sick in the head 👍

Unedited rip

ps I named them with their usernames :)

Luc1fer_

aw hell nah who got peepaw on the minecraft server

Only plays when asked and even then its not certain that he will join.

Probably takes all his brothers begging to get him online.

Not as fast a learner of the mechanics as his brothers and refuses to admit that he needs help figuring some things out.

But in the rare moments that everyone is playing together WITHOUT trying to tear each other apart? Hes soft </3

Nice house. Likes building more than anything else.

Probably considered getting the soundtrack vinyl but it doesn't come pre cursed… hm...

Has three dogs and they're all named Cerberus.

Was given good armor and gear by Levi specifically because Mammon figured out where he lived.

Well who else is gonna have some big fancy gothic mansion -_-

Secretly wishes he could play with his brothers more… he'd rather die than admit that though.

The only reason he has any deaths is because at the start Satan beat him to death with a stick a few times.

Achievement hunter. Him and Levi team up to complete them all.

His skin is of himself (Asmo made it) he thinks its cute… also will never admit that either.

wither rose stan. enjoyed when the wither blew up some of Beels farms because the mobs dropped a lot of them.

He loves his brothers and if playing with them for just a little while will make them happy and he has spare time? He'll be there.

Songs I think he'd like: Strad, Blind Spots, Ballad of the Cats

Biome(s) I think he'd like: Mountains

Dimension I think he'd like: End

xX_Mamm0ney_Xx

???are you a fucking mole?????

This mans strip mines WILL collide with yours. and he WILL find his way to your base with them.

Say goodbye to your valuables.

Went through four bases before going underground.

NOT to hide from anyone! Just because uhh its nice down here! Yeah!

Lives in a terraformed cave. Its for the best because his previous bases were EYESORES.

The concepts were great yeah sure.

But he cant choose good blocks to build with for shit.

Why is one part of the wall sponge and the other part is dirt and BLUE GLASS are you kidding me.

Is really into grinding for resources. 

"Theres gonna be something good right behind THIS BLOCK- okay no what about THIS ONE- or THIS ONE- THIS ONE- and it goes on and on until its been an hour, his pickaxe broke, and his inventory is full of stone. 

Will sell materials that he grinds for gold, which is worth more to him than diamonds for some reason.

This absolute lunatic will craft gold blocks and instead of putting them in a chest he will place them all in a pile in the center of his base

Asmo, the interior designer he is, decorated the cave to look like a dragon lair. Mammon loves it sm <3

Has the most deaths

Grinds for valuable items like music discs and mob heads (fails 70% of the time)

Prefers parkour over PvP. He doesn't like losing his stuff.

Thinks he's good at PvP either way. He is not.

[xX_Mam0ney_Xx was slain by L3v1ach4n.]

Always keeps a totem of undying that he borrowed in his offhand incase Levi catches him lacking.

Mains an Infinity, Flame bow and he named it Tax Collector

If he manages to kill someone they are NOT getting their stuff back and just to rub salt in their wounds he'll sort through their stuff too.

Accidentally killed Asmos sheep and went on a wild goose chase to replace it before he noticed.

Songs: Blocks, Aria Math, Pigstep

Dimension: Overworld

Biome: Lush caves, Mesa

L3v1ach4n

This big fucking NERD

Thinks he knows everything because he played Devilcraft. Its DIFFERENT!

Is a speedrunner.

But he waits for his brothers to catch up because he sees that they're genuinely having fun and they need his help and he feels really important :((

Had an axolotl named Henry until he finds an orange tropical fish. Then he has Henry 1.0 and Henry 2.0!

Until he learned the hard way that axolotls eat tropical fish :))

[Henry 2.0 was slain by Henry 1.0]

[xX_Mam0ney_Xx: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT]

[Asm0baby: uh oh]

[belphiesnooze: oh??]

[L3v1ach4n: WHAT THE FUCKSJDGSJG]

[s4t4n: oh havent you heard? :)]

Has an ocean monument base that hes drained. Conduits for decoration and everything. The whole thing is a flex even if he didn't originally mean for it to be.

Decked out armor stands as decoration- yeah sure he's not trying to flex. Sure. 

Spam kills Mammon. Premeditated, unprompted, goes to Mammons house and breaks his bed and kills him.

Also griefs him. A lot.

Actively hunts him down for sport.

Is the reason why Mammon has the most deaths.

Doesn't tell Mammon where he lives so nothing goes missing. 

Sets traps similar to satans just in case.

Is ready to kill the dragon by day 2.

Accidentally brings the wither fight too close to Beels base so they kill it together.

He lets Beel keep the star as an apology for the damage it did.

Probably has deviltube streams for when he plays.

Names one of the monument guardians Lotan.

Recreates the entire HOL at some point.

Favorite biome: warm ocean or lush cave

Songs: Taswell, Shuniji - C148, Wait

s4t4n

As soon as he realizes PvP is on he's punching the shit out of Lucifer

Then runs as far away from spawn as he can and finds a village and ends up staying there.

Its only when he finally settles in foes he realize that hes not as far away from spawn as he thought

God damn it.

Sets up redstone traps around his base.

Also revamps the village and sets up a nice trading hall that he shares with Levi.

Lives relatively close to Asmo but not really. They travel to each others houses via nether hub.

Best at PvP on the server. Fear him.

Max enchants on his armor from his trading hall. He's set.

Virtually impossible to steal from. If you can manage to get past all of his elaborate traps and manage to get into his house you will be greeted with an ungodly amount of cats.

They sit on his chests to lock them.

But thats not even half of them.

You can hear him coming because he has 50+ cats following him meowing loud af. The sound of impending doom.

Him and Lucifer will PvP and the fight will just go on and on because they're both too stacked to die but neither of them will give up.

Bullied Mammon into giving him the Cat music disc.

His chests are so unorganized oh my god

Keeps all his essentials in shulker boxes and ender chests and whatever's in the regular, cat guarded chests at his house has just been sitting there since day one.

But he knows exactly whats in there.

His base is over a stronghold (only Levi and Asmo know) and they all decorated it together <3

His favorite dimension is the nether.

He loves the aesthetic and contrast to the other dimensions.

Biome: jungle edge or shattered savannah.

Songs: Haunt Muskie, Dreiton, Pigstep, and (obligatory) Cat.

asm0baby

Hang on he'll join in a second he has to finish making his skin

And downloading texture packs

And shaders

At this rate his pc is going to explode and he hasn't even joined yet-

Finds a pink sheep!! Its the highlight of his base

His builds are… there alright.

He can never get the shapes down or build roofs or figure out slab work and windows BUT HE HAS A VISION.

It looks better in his head...

However, he IS good at making block palettes and decorating.

Teams up with Mammon to make these JAW DROPPING builds its super cute.

They only argue 80% of the time :)

Gets paid in gear/tools/food to decorate his brothers houses too

Very good at paying attention to detail and keeping themes consistent.

Lives near Beel and has the crop farms smoothly morph into flower fields

RARELY Wears Armor. Has the 3rd most deaths solely because he keeps accidentally getting killed in his brothers crossfires. 

Says he doesn't want to cover his skin because he really liked it (it's him)

Is surprisingly good at PvP. Would be even better if he had more protection than just a shield.

Mains a high Power, Flame, and Infinity enchanted bow that he got from fishing with Satan. 

He and Satan have the most pets on the server. He was fishing so he could breed his cats.

Doesn't play all that much and has a bunch of unfinished projects laying around the server

But catch him in the club pulling a Levi and playing pocket edition, completely absorbed in it

Avid acacia appreciater. Insists that no one knows how to use it right.

Favorite Dimension: overworld (or aether if hes playing modded)

Favorite biome: flower fields or dark oak forest

Songs: Aria Math, Biome Fest, Cat, Approaches (Aether Soundtrack - Emile Van Krieken)

beely_bub

please for the love of god stop growing wheat

minecraft more like farmcraft because this man is absolutely lost in the sauce.

Has a farm for every edible ingame item and they're all HUGE.

Feeds the whole server.

None of his farms are automated. Hes doing all the work by hand.

As long as he has some irl snacks he will be fine, he actually really likes the game once he gets the hang of it.

Loves to explore above ground but doesn't like to stray too far away from home (or whoever he's exploring with)

His house is just a box. Maybe some windows. Asmo decorated it in exchange for food.

Runs out of storage space quickly because all his chests are full of seeds and food.

Didn't start mining until a week and a half in.

Levi noticed all the farms and then saw how he only had stone tools STILL and took him mining :)

Has crazy high xp levels because he doesn't enchant (he asks Satan to do it) 

"Are… are these baked beans??"

[Beely_bub tried to swim in lava.]

Is planning to build Belphie a cow ranch themed house. He's working on it- he just has to harvest this crop first hang on-

Has max defense armor (gifts from Levi and Satan for food trades) and mains a max sharpness axe.

Always keeps a shield in his offhand.

Wasted his diamonds on a hoe 😔

Whenever Levi and Mammon are spamming the chat with each others death messages he goes and breaks them up (more like gives Mammon a chance to run away)

Will eat when his hunger bar is missing half a point and it drives Levi crazy because he's wasting saturation Beel please-

Kills the wither with Levi

Also does a lot of damage in the dragon fight

Dimension: Overworld

Biome: plains or mountains

Songs: Oxyene, Approaches (Aether Soundtrack - Emile Van Krieken), Sweden.

belphiesnooze

...is this he afk or just ignoring me?

This mf CANNOT play with the soundtrack on. He'll fall asleep within the first 30 seconds.

Also doesn't care to build a nice house half the time.

His chests and stuff are all spread out around his bed and he doesn't even build walls around it. He's just raw dogging the wilderness like a freak.

In multiplayer he's probably basing with Satan or Beel.

Or crawling around inside Lucifer or Mammons walls like a rat.

Will go in your chests and spread everything out and make a MESS.

Mains a sword with a low level unbreaking enchant and max knockback.

Doesn't play too often because if theres not a lot going on he loses interest and might start napping.

Mostly plays with Beel, Levi, or Satan.

Sat in wide-eyed silence for 10 minutes straight when he tried to sleep in the nether and promptly exploded.

Beel had to console him.

He lost all his stuff :(

Despite keeping a bed in his hotbar like a maniac he almost never sleeps ingame.

He has a fleet for 80 phantoms chasing him down as hes trying to get into someones base for protection.

He leaves the door open and a bunch get in

Chaos.

Do NOT take him mining oh my god

He will bring: half broken pickaxe, Food that Beel gave him, maybe like 12 torches, and the bed that he NEVER USES. 

Has the second most deaths on the server.

Likes PvP even though he loses most of the time. Challenges Lucifer (full maxxed armor) with his wooden sword and iron boots.

Despite all of this he's the first person to get an elytra and absolutely keeps it away from everyone else. he doesn't even use it and hes SO smug about it.

Mammon is seething.

His favorite dimension is the End.

His favorite biome is a snowy taiga.

Songs from the soundtrack that reminds me of him: Key, Living Mice, Flake.

Bonus: most to least deaths.

Mammon

Belphie

Asmo

Beel

Lucifer

Satan

Levi

[kim-monsterlings]

Neo - M Minotaur x F Human (Reader)

The pictures do not belong to me. I only created the mood board. Do not repost my work anywhere.

Content: SFW/Orange, angst, thoughts of insecurities, anxiety, hugging, forehead kissing, mention of feeding reader (please let me know if you want anything else added here!)

Wordcount: 1475

Masterlist

Today… today was finally the day you would meet him. Him, the man you thought could be it, the one, and your stomach fluttered at the sheer thought of running into Neo's wide, welcoming arms. Big and blonde and fluffy, voice sweet like sugar, nothing more than time was left hindering your most desperate fantasy. Nothing more than the nausea, gnawing away at the butterflies; the nausea twisting the fantasy into a nightmare, one you had woken from before on restless nights, sick with the fear of losing the first real- you were hesitant to say love, to confess that the rush of your heart could be that, but nothing else had the power to weaken you like this.

Today marked six months from matching with Neo online. Something you tried only from boredom, exhausted of your town and the loneliness of your too-big flat, and Neo had been your first match. To think you nearly ruined it, intimidated enough by his first message - hi, beautiful x - and you could have missed the late night calls, the morning texts - i had a dream again. you were here, with me  - and the care packages he sent when you were ill. The jumper smelling of him had stayed by your pillows since.

The first night he asked to video call, all excuses fell silent at the tip of your tongue. Neo's gentle laugh on the phone twisted your heart, the following whisper softer than he had ever spoken before. "Would you be happier if you saw me first? Whatever I can do for you," he'd whispered. "I'll do it."

Beard scruffy, bundled in a fluffy, brown dressing gown, the minotaur spoke as he would any other night, but you could see his nervous twitches – fingertips rising to scratch the base of his short horns, eyes fluttering low with each smile he flushed with. When he whispered your name so gently, his head canted and expression unmistakably tender, your resolve crumbled and two days later, you answered the call with your camera on. Neo began to talk, only to soften back into his pillows. Nobody had ever looked at you like that before; lips bitten against a barely silenced sigh and a warmth in his bright eyes, a sheen to them. He reached out, his fingers following where you blushed on the screen. "Hi, beautiful."

“Hi.”

"Hi," he grinned, and your conversation lasted until somehow, you both fell asleep. It had been the deepest, calmest sleep of your life, until your name passed the minotaur’s lips on a whisper. Even asleep, he found a way to tighten the vice creeping around your heart. The whisper was your secret and your comfort now against the nerves beginning to crush you.

Online, you could duck away. Online, you could say you had to go, that you had somewhere to be. Online was different, where there was a real connection, one neither of you could guarantee once you stepped into the café. Already late, minutes ticking, blood rushing in your ears, somehow you unlocked your phone, the ringing tightening your throat in the passing seconds.

"I can't do this."

Had he been in range of the window, one glimpse over his shoulder would find you weakening back into the shadows. The very same heartache in your chest sounded in his catching breath.

Here, you could lose him.

"I'll pay you for whatever coffee you've bought, and the train tickets and-"

"Coffee? Love," his voice soothed every nerve in your body, until, "I'm not in the café."

The call ended with your eyes scrunched tight. Awareness prickled your nape, teased goosebumps across your arms, and a gentle brush of knuckles against your back drew a tremor to your knees.

Softer still, a kiss pressed to your crown. "I've never seen someone so beautiful in sunlight. Your hair smells of fruits," Neo whispered, sighing against you. His strong chest nudged closer as he tucked his hand across your waist, lifting a bunch of tulips, soft reds and whites. Just his hand alone seemed so big, so large when you carefully reached for the flowers, with Neo bringing his thumb to your knuckles. "Can't do this, hm? Tell me why, love."

"I'm scared."

"Of?"

The lightest touch of his palm stroked across your hip. Neo tucked you into his chest, where the strength in his body dwarfed you, wide thighs against yours and broad chest to your top. Tufts of bright fur tickled your bare skin where he bowed closer to whisper your name, a prompt, pinching your waist.

"You ambushed me."

He had to decency at least to speak softer, though his short laugh couldn’t be hidden with him flush to you. "I did. I am sorry for it, but," he let the sentence hang, each of you painfully aware that while he misled you, he hadn't been wrong that you would hesitate and try to run. "You're scared I'll leave once we meet. We've met now, love, see? Doesn't it feel good to hear my voice, to feel me?"

Soft petals ran between your fingers. "Thank you for the flowers."

Neo grunted and nosed your crown. "If we find ourselves without a connection, we will be friends, still. I'm going nowhere."

"Close your eyes."

His tracing fingertips stilled, and he swallowed, loud. "Hold my hand."

Flowers curled tight, you turned and squeezed against his palm. Neo's hand curled around yours, darker hair thick on his arm but his palm was smooth and warm against yours. Though he heard your breath rushing from your body, his ears twitching, he only scuffed his boots and held his eyes tight shut.

No photo did him justice. He had called you beautiful, but he was ethereal, sunlight brightening his fluff to look almost golden. Two, little stubs curled back from his temples, one with a bar through the curling tip. Not a word formed as you ran your eyes lower, selfishly taking your time to watch his tail tap to his thigh. He was pure muscle, his clothes straining, and your body warmed at the thought of how beautiful he would be under them, too.

Neo's fingers twitching through yours snatched you from your thoughts. "It's not," he coughed quietly, drawing your hand against his strong stomach. "It's not me, scaring you? I'm bigger in real life than on a laptop, but I," his bushy eyebrows furrowed while he sought a deeper breath. "I'd only want to hold you. I wouldn't hurt you."

"I know."

"You do?" Reaching for him brought you to your toes. His hand splayed across your body from rib to hip, and he tugged you a little closer, enough for him to breathe deep and smile, whispering, "fruits."

From running your fingertips along his soft cheek, your whimper came when he leaned into your palm. Neo blinked down, already mid-sentence and concerned, to suddenly stiffen. In that half a second, the world ceased to move at all. Your heart nearly gave out in the moment it took for him to bite at his cheek and grip you tighter.

"Hi, beautiful. How do you feel?"

"Warm."

Neo's eyes shone. His arm curled across your back and raised you almost from the ground for him to press his lips to your forehead. "Warm in my heart," he mumbled. "Don't be mad. I made us a picnic. But before you-before you accuse me of not trusting you - I do," he rushed out, and rested his forehead to yours. His scruffy beard tickled you as he spoke slower, eyes focused on where you were fighting back a growing smile. "I have a jumper for you as consolation. Or a bribe. Just… I want to spend the day with you."

The smile broke through. “Okay.”

"I- okay?"

With all the strength you could muster, your fingers bunched his shirt and pulled him down. Just by his lips, you kissed him, whispering, "but you owe me two jumpers. Do you have chocolate-"

"Chocolate strawberries, yes. I want to feed you them," he teased, and his low laugh tightened your navel, flipping until you felt almost weightless leaning into him. Neo drew a loose curl from your cheek to tuck behind your ear. "I can't speak for you, love, but I'm not worrying about chemistry anymore. Never was. Let me treat you to chocolate and champagne."

"You brought champagne?"

Neo's thick ears tucked back, and he mumbled nonsense, straightening once again, lips skimming your temple as he rose. "It's a special occasion."

Tucked into his side, your cheek to his chest, the pace of his heart outdid even yours. Neo drew in a deep breath, whispering again – “you're so beautiful, love” - before curling you into his lap at the park, feeding you chocolate strawberries. He was right; there was nothing to worry about.

Hi! Hope you like my fluffy minotaur. There is a possible NSFW to follow this. I think my sweet timid reader deserves some loving. Let me know your thoughts!!

[spearxwind]

different anon BUT i’ve had a question about csp for forever and i cannot for the life of me find a solution online that has fixed the issue. i use a huion tablet and i cant get the pen pressure sens to actually work with csp?? it works perfectly on firealpaca but csp makes my lines all gross and rigid regardless of the brush :( did you ever have that issue or do you know if there’s anything in the settings that needs to be changed or??? i also apologize if i just completely wasted your time shfjdk have a good day!!

Hm well, I'm not really a technician or anything, but two things I'd try is check if you have conflicting drivers installed, if you recently (or semi-recently) changed your tablet! make sure to uninstall any previous ones and previous versions and get a clean install of ur current drivers

other than that, I actually had a strange issue one time when I updated my computer (or rather when it updated on its own as windows does) where it completely and totally fucked up csp for me, it had worked perfectly before and then after that update i had the yucky pressure problems you were talking about. I Think I managed to fix it by uninstalling and reinstalling csp (but I feel like you may have done that already?) just make sure you have your account login on hand to reinstall it and you should be good!

firealpaca is actually a lot more lightweight than csp, and with csp being more complex there's more room for things to conflict with the programming and such from my experience, if you're only having trouble with this program then its most likely a conflict issue

The only other thing I can think of, is your tablet may have sensitivity settings that firealpaca doesnt pick up on? I know photoshop and krita have a 'stabilizer' option for the brush that acts globally, but on csp im pretty sure its unique to each brush so if you used different ones then I don't think that would be the thing but you could still check

it's hard to know what exactly the issue is though, and like I said im not super tech savvy I'm just going off experience but I do know its frustrating as hell when this happens so I hope you can fix it and that this helps! and

if anyone else wants to pitch in solutions, feel free to!

[mrs-nate-humphrey]

ok so we have seen over and over again people's assumptions about how gg main characters's instagrams would look like but how do you think their secret tumblr blogs would be? 👀

hmm! i just went over tumblr in general, because i don’t think all of them would have ‘secret’ tumblrs per say? everyone’s thing under the cut, cause it got SO long. i did not mention chuck because i don’t rlly see chuck as having a tumblr in any universe tbh - i feel like he would think it takes away from his businessy vibe or something.

dan's main would be something with a ts eliot url, like, a snippet from one of his poems, or it would be a whitman url, a snippet from a poem again (i see him with a whitman url of some kind & maybe his blog title is an eliot reference.) dan would 100% have the whole dark academia thing going in some ways, i think his blog would be organised as a grid, and he would reblog pictures of libraries, museums, occasionally of art, and also, quotes. so many quotes. so much literature. if you've been on tumblr long enough you know exactly the kind of blog i'm talking about.

dan's tumblr sideblog, on the contrary, would have nothing to link it to him. it'd probably be the tumblr default theme, pastel colours or something... i feel like dan is the specific genre of trans kid who uses a different set of pronouns online for anonymity purposes and then goes "wait a minute i like these pronouns BETTER". his url would be something extremely mundane and random like coffeeaddict779 or something, and it would be all #vent and #dont reblog. nobody who's following his sideblog knows what his main is, and vice versa.

serena would i think have one of those "be kind, do no harm :)" kind of hipster tumblr blogs, except she's incredibly sincere. she wouldn't have a sideblog, i don't think? and i don't think she'd attach her name to it in any way, probably just pronouns in bio and maybe a 'call me S'. she and dan would be mutuals on dan's main! her blog will be very, uh. aesthetic pictures, reblogs of dolphin videos and music and WIP art videos and anything else that'll catch her eye. she'll tag blair in fashion vids, nate in sailing posts, dan in literary stuff, and vanessa in film related/photography related things. she's having fun! every now and then she'll post a vent post but it's extremely vague and it's either something everyone who knows her irl already knows about her ('i hate my mom so much') or something that says practically nothing ('i am so worried about my brother and wish i could do more to help him.')

jenny's fashion inspo blog!!!! what more do you want me to say. she'd make it big in the fashion community and get anons all the time and she'd probably also have an etsy where she sells things she's sewn and made. everyone sort of knows she's an up and coming designer and she'd find a good community online hopefully!!! her blog would be something simple, with a url like jennydesigns or something (i bet that's taken rn, i havent checked) and her theme would be one of those themes that allows for u to have big images. she would probably post vents in the same way serena does, tag them #personal or #rambles, and have that neat code that allows for the tag to be filtered out whenever anyone views her page on desktop, you know?

i think eric would not have anything specific that he posts. he would just reblog random things - memes, things he finds interesting, jenny's original posts, stuff serena tags him in, cat videos, lgbtq+ positivity, etc. he'd try and stay out of drama (i think he'd turn anon off eventually.) he’d also post a lot of music reblogs or links, i feel?

vanessa's main blog would be one where she posts her own photos and films. because she's professional about it, it'd probably just be @ vanessaabrams. she'd have a sideblog specifically for reblogging other people’s work because she wants to support other artists, and it would be vanessareblogs or something like that, and her bio would mention “main tumblr @ vanessaabrams”. she’d be much adored in the photo/film community and just in general, because she’s one of the few people who hypes up other creators all the time and leaves nice comments in tags and all that. every now and then serena reblogs vanessa’s photography onto her blog and it almost always blows up, but vanessa doesn’t mind. i don’t think vanessa would have a vent blog or even a personal tag, she gives me big ‘i wanna keep my business totally off the net’ kind of vibes.

nate’s blog would be a lot like serena’s except, uh, more openly wanderlusty i think. a LOT of ocean reblogs. every now and then he reblogs keroauc quotes from dan which the girls find extremely hilarious. he talks a lot about sailing and gets a lot of sailing anons. he’d reblog a lot of positivity (mostly because he knows his friends are following him and he wants to brighten up their dash.) dan and vanessa jokingly dm him weed aesthetic posts all the time, but every time they do he reblogs and tags it ‘sent to me’ or somehting like that, and they cant decide whether to be flattered or embarrased. i think nate would also attract a lot of anons who ask for advice and it is something he never expected people coming to him for, but he definitely listens and shares whatever he’s got to say all the same. he’s this blog who should be weirdly niche but everyone sort of knows him and likes him.

saving the best for the last, lol. i have SO many thoughts about blair’s tumblrs. 

i think she’d have a main tumblr that’s solely for classic film stuff (audrey! and more) and that’d be @ blairwaldorf, because, well, duh. i think she’d pay for a tumblr theme and get one of those really fancy and cute ones, like a floralcodes ms paint theme. i think she’d also have a sideblog that’s less serious, where she’d reblog things from tv shows, reblog things serena or nate have tagged her in, write her own meta for fandoms she’s in, just generally be a multifandom mess with a #personal tag but nothing too personal. it would still be classy, because she’s blair, but on this blog, she’s just a girl having fun.

and then she’d have a THIRD blog, a sideblog that doubles up as a vent blog. and this one isn’t linked to her other two in an obvious way, nobody knows it’s her, etc. on here she’d probably post a lot about her ed (but i think in a  ‘i am struggling and i want to bitch’ way, not in a thinspo way - that’s a whole conversation i have no spoons for, so let’s not go there), she’d post about her insecurities and worries but it would be extremely untraceable. she’d have a fancy theme on this one too, despite it being a vent blog. 

hm. now im thinking of the potential of like. dan and blair interacting super frequently on their vent blogs and neither of them knowing it’s the other person!

[ashenberry]

12, 19, and 20 for the ace attorney ask thing!!! EXCEPT for 12 you cant say a character that people are already begging to see again (klavier, franziska, gumshoe, etc)

12 - Character you’d like to see come back?

Does Vera fall under the stipulation? probably not but definitely vera I think in AJ she (and a lot of characters really!) got a good setup to make interesting comebacks the same way the trilogy had reoccurring characters (tho it would be a lot more intentional this time and a lot less space/development management) but Alas AJ never got a sequel and she was banished to the basement. On a lesser note, all of DD’s cast I love them so so much

19 - Favorite character design?

AAAGH NO DONT MAKE ME CHOOSE there’s. there’s so many. man if I had to choose ONE it would probably be aj era Ema I adore her not only do I think it’s just stellar on it’s own, but also with the added layer that it’s a translation of her rfta design, tho I’m pretty sure the two were in development at the same time? I can’t find solid timelines online about when rfta was released but it seems really close to aj anyways anyways first Of all I love everything about the design I like the messy ponytail and the bag of overflowing chemicals that shes probably not allowed I love her little watch I love her bow tie i love that she’s an aa women who’s finally allowed to wear pants I love that as of soj Ema is the only ace attorney main character shown to posesses a smart phone i love her snackoos I lov

20 - Worst Motive?

hi. this got long. Under the cut is post trilogy spoilers.

ooooo. hm. quick context I’m racking my brain for aa4-AA6 motives just because I’m remember those games better than the trilogy. I don’t wanna cop out and go with the no motive ones (Kristoph / Phantom) because wheres the fun in that. actually youre walking through my whole thought process with me here we go. in aj the motives are 1) kristoph 2) self defense also the jig is up 3) oh no the international cops are on to me and 4) covering tracks. All solid motives! (Not getting into Kristoph I like what the game did with him and while I wish he got a little more screen time and also a sequel I think the game did a decent enough execution) dd has oops! All spur of the moment murders except for I wanna say 5-2 so I guess you have to go a layer deeper and go what was the motive for the evil thing they got caught doing. Ted was selling bombs on the black market I believe moneys a decent motive. L’belle was broke because he wouldn’t sell his products (???) that’s. Actually really dumb but in a fun way I do like dd. Means was taking bribes so money again. And both cosmic and tommorow came back to oh no my secret identity! so i think the two motives of dd boil down to money and identity. I don’t know how the special episode ends sorry I’ve yet to make it all the way through. Ok soj the motives are 1) that one thing. whatever that one thing gave you 2) God I hate magicians 3) revolution 4) parent issues 5) both parts are politics. going deeper on the kurah’in side of things just runs into the inherit issue that soj has which making a country that kills all its lawyers was fucking stupid and having the American/Japense lawyers save this ”backward“ country is bad on levels beyond storytelling. so I’m not touching those. Storytellers motive is decent 👍 Magicals is stupid because first of all dude that was like a decade ago second of all your trying to ruin the life of an actual child and also collaterally damage an anything agency.

so that leaves us with Monstorus and Magical and honestly I had way more fun with Monstorus so magical had the worst motive out of the post trilogy ❤️ Sorry that was long

[savnofilter]

TW: MENTIONS OF DISCOURSE, GR//MING, P/D/PHILIA, ASS//LT, C//NSENT, D//RK CONTENT.

- this isnt under a read more because i want people to read this, but please read past this/tread carefully if you cannot handle such topics. this is not meant to be interacted with.

I'm not sure how to really go about this. I've been overthinking if I should address this and bring up some stuff while I've been gone, so sorry the absence. I deleted the tumblr app a few days ago and I downloaded it again today so i could post this. I really don't like making posts like this because it cuts the vibe that I've been trying to portray that everything is okay and it makes me feel really disconnected to you guys. I am sorry for the abrupt absence and cutting off any source of communication between us. I knew if I left any form of direct line of talk to me that I would receive hate and I just mentally decided that I cant sit through being harassed right now.

Have you guys ever paid attention to the same people who always have a statement to say or is always in discourse? It's very telling how everyone can post about me, but I shouldnt dare post about them. I'm tired of not being able to post about what I want without people vague posting about me, bringing me up every time they start another discourse with another writer or directly talking about me. My days on here are starting to feel the same. Its good then it goes bad. Good goes bad and bad goes good. It's not even tiring, annoying, or angering -- its repetitive. When I'm not saying anything people create fake stories about me, and when i speak about it im the one starting discourse. Don't get me wrong, I'm nowhere near perfect and I have made my own mistakes. But why the fuck am I always being told to be the mature one, why am I the one who should've done better, why do you people expect so much from me. It's the fact people are always quick to say, "no one cares about you, youre fishing for attention" when they're the ones who vague and interact with me while ive been minding my business for months now. Hm. The fact people have me proudly blocked but still harass me anyways shows a lot about themselves than it does for me. How its such an issue that im a minor until it comes to demonizing, tearing down my character, gaslighting, lying and bullying. I'm a literal example of how their friend group manipulates their followers and exiles people from fandoms for not kissing their ass. except now its in your face.

Consider this my last post about this discourse. I'm not going to waste my time on people who fail to digest other peoples thoughts and opinions time and time again because theyre weak narcissists. If I so choose to decide to shit post my opinions or argue with someone, none of you should be aggravated or moved by it because youre not even supposed to be on my page. If its not something serious i will not be wasting energy that i can be using to build on myself as a growing person than on miserable old ladies that have to use fanfiction to have excitement in their pity, depressing and lackluster lives. If people so do choose to create stories or vague about me, I do not care. So I ask respectfully to people who do lurk on my page to not attempt to message, post or vague about me please. This includes sending anons to yourself to make shit happen.

Past that, something got me thinking. My (older) friend had showed me screenshots of adult writers (no one i have spoken to) that were very excited to write underaged reader with adult characters. There are other instances where writers (that you have probably read from) on here openly made reader underage while aging characters up as adults/with adults. There are many more but there's really no point in listing them nor do I really care. But least to say, the same people who are gung-ho over these pedophilic themes/stories are the same people who support predatory people.

I've been thinking about whether or not i should continue writing for the students anymore. Granted, I still think they're attractive because one snap of the fingers cant stop that. I had been teetering on this thought for awhile because of how borderline pedophilic the people are here towards my age group. I enjoy writing but not to the point of willingly being in a straight line of sight where people who are well over 16 are harassing me and lurking on my page, especially to other minors solely because they are my friends. Backtracking to the statement before, I honestly dont know if I will either stop writing or just for the students as a whole. It shows that clearly some people are using their attraction to teens with the excuse that the characters are fake. The rapid normalization on dark problematic "kinks" is disgusting and vile, and the fact that its discourse now to shame said interests is appalling. Concluding that combined with my experiences here, i feel unsafe.

***(TRIGGER WARNING)*** I dont talk about my personal life on here that much cause I dont see the need too nor do i think its anyone's business. Paired with the fact that the people i have trusted personal information with have used it against me, I will be preventing myself from opening that door. Besides that for now, I have sparsely shared I've been assaulted before. This is my first time really opening up about this and i kind of find it necessary now. Coming from someone who has been a victim of assault and CP by people my age and well over, writing nsfw has been the only way where I could feel comfortable with sex in general. I won't get into details because mentioning this is triggering already and can make people uncomfortable. It feels like anywhere I go, I'm constantly putting myself in a position to be abused. The same people who told me I didn't have to worry about my age and be judged for it, exposed the minimum comfort of keeping myself private online to demonize, judge and hurt me. People call me "extra" for being distraught about my face and age being posted because they think im trying to be sneaky which isn't the case. Its the principle that they KNEW I wasnt ready to share said things, and coming from someone who is inherently a private and closed person, she knew damn well what she was doing when posting screenshots of me on Tumblr. There is no excuse for it. The same writers who write dub/non-con can BARELY understand basic consent and its fucking terrifying. This site was the only other place I could cope without being criticized. To see people who some i was close to proudly lie on my name, (adults) say that i sent them pornographic content without their consent is so very hurtful. To watch people supposedly be victims and then use their own trauma to invalidate my own was so fucking humiliating, disgusting and nerve wracking. Although I knew I made the terrible decision to interact with stories, I have never initiated any NSFW discussion with anyone in DMs unless they did it with me first and a few times -- and trust me raise your hand I'll show you the proof. I was sure that everyone I talked to regularly knew that I was a minor, and to my general consensus, people were under the impression I was 15/16 (which I was and am).***

Whether it be victim blaming from the grooming discourse, I've been met with racism, harassment towards my friends, people wanting me to harm myself and be assaulted. I fear what will happen when i will turn 18, if the harassment will escalate and what not. A big part of me is that I'm still here anyways because it pisses people off and I don't care when I receive hate. I can take it but I don't want it. A good conscious of me knows that I should be doing what's best for me but at the end I'm still attached to my ego-self with the added fact that I sincerely enjoy interacting with my followers and posting stories.

I just don't know how the options look. I'll probably be updating my blog rules as of right now. I've been writing more sfw lately because of this and it'd be nice if you guys supported those until I properly decide. I still have plenty of requests of a bunch of characters (mostly Bakugo and Dabi) and original stuff (all sfw & nsfw) that I really wanna share with you guys. But I just ask that what I do modify that you will respect it like you would to any other writer on here.

Stay safe, keep your mask on, and thank you.

[dingletragedy]

Can you write something where Ben and Callum are getting it on (lol) and Ben starts to cry because he gets overwhelmed and can't hear Callum? Just thought it would be something that you would write really well :) x

i’m not sure if this is at all what you wanted anon but here’s a bot of hurt/comfort of you!!! thanks anon <33

The thing about being so close, so intimate, knowing each other so deeply, is that Ben is so easy to read, now.

And sometimes, he falls into these sporadic moods. They roll in quietly, like a brooding storm throughout the day, and by the afternoon, his eyes are distant and his shoulders are hunched in, and he plays with Callum’s hair idly and stares up at the ceiling with heavy breaths.

Ben is cheeky, sarcastic; he’s flirty and charming when he wants to be, eyes full and big. He sings loud and unashamed, watches the mouth of whoever is talking intently and speaks low. He’s responsive to the smallest of touches, pliant under Callum’s hands. He’s a wind-up, but to can charm the pants of anyone he wants.

And yet often, he’s the opposite. He’s closed in and quiet, distant and unaware, insecure and frightened. He’s an open book to Callum, and still, he remains the most private person he’s ever known.

So when his eyes cloud over, when Callum looks up from finishing another online police training course, and Ben is staring resolutely out the window, after lying awake for the majority of the previous night, shifting and breathing heavily and unknowingly keeping Callum up too, Callum doesn’t know why.

Callum settles his laptop on his bedside table, turns to cup a gentle a hand to Ben’s jaw and presses kisses there, plays with his hair and tries to get him to relax. 

Ben has a book held above him, a title that Callum doesn’t recognise against an offensively bright cover. His hair is sticking up everywhere, and his glasses are pressed close to his nose. He looks soft, sleepy, vulnerable. 

He’s been subdued all day, showing up to the cafe at lunch with soft bags under his eyes, claiming a fitful sleep. By dinner, he’d managed to convince Callum that he was absolutely fine, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, and when Jay and Lola had dragged them along for a few evening drink in the Queen Vic, he sat silently in the corner and picked at a loose thread on his shirt.

As Callum pulls away from where his lips had found Ben’s neck, Ben moves the book away from his face slowly, so just his eyes are peeking over the top, silent and watching behind his glasses. Callum threads his hands into his hair slowly, scratching at his scalp, and Ben’s eyes flutter closed slowly as he breathes out. He lowers his book onto his stomach, tilting his head back a fraction.

Callum leans down and presses a delicate kiss to Ben’s forehead, hand still stroking his hair. He trails his lips down the bridge of his nose, so soft, then meets Ben’s mouth, warmth curling in his belly. Ben’s breath is hot and stuttered, Callum leans over him some more, tilting his head.

As their lips move together, Ben slowly rearranges his body, feet stretching down the bed and his whole torso shifting so they’re both facing upwards, so he can reach out and cup Callum’s jaw. He curls forward, curls towards Callum, and pulls him closer bit by bit. 

They find a comfortable position eventually. Callum settled in Ben’s lap, still twirling Ben’s hair absently in his fingers, pushing down to lick into his mouth with a tease of his tongue, trying to get him to relax, to stop him tensing his shoulders. Ben’s hands smooth down Callum’s shoulder blades like honey, settling on his hips.

It’s then, with a slow release of breath, a shift of his hips, and a tight tug at the curls in his fingers, that Callum tips them over gently and gets his hands on Ben properly.

“You good?” Callum asks. 

“Huh?” 

Good? He signs to Ben in response. 

“Oh,” Ben mumbles, cheeks flushed. “Yeah. I’m good. You?” 

“I will be soon,” Callum responds, but it’s obvious from the puzzled look on ben’s fave that words fall flat between them. “You’re all tense, Ben.” 

“Do something about it then,” Ben says, shifting his hips up impatiently. 

“Hm,” Callum raises an eyebrow, teasing. Maybe I will.

They’re both so quiet then, and it feels slightly strange. The radio ebbs around them, but it’s lost on Callum’s ears as he cups Ben’s neck, his fingers meeting at his nape, and feels his pulse against his palms. It’s skyrocketing, thumping, and Callum can feel the tiny tremors of his shoulders, the pressure of his slick mouth and his hands squeezing Callum’s thighs.

He wants to relax him, Callum thinks. Wants to touch him soft and gentle and leave kisses on every inch of skin. Despite the extensive amount of time they’ve spent tangled together, each time feels new, his nerves pulsing with love and desire. Callum wants to strip him bare, wants to push him onto his back and suck mark after mark on his soft chest, between his thighs. He wants him sated and calm, far away from whatever’s troubling him.

“Want you,” Callum says between kisses. “So much.” 

He grabs for the edge of Ben’s shirt and moves to tug it upward.

Ben flinches so suddenly, tears away abruptly, circles Callum’s wrists with an iron grip so hard that Callum lets out a sudden, surprised noise, heart slamming into his ribs. It hurts.

Ben’s head is bowed, his chest heaving suddenly.

“Ben,” Callum rasps in shock, blinking wide. “I’m sorry, I should have asked.”

He doesn’t reply, just continues breathing with a shaking chest, his shoulders quivering. His fingers tight around Callum’s wrists.

Ben,” he tries again. “What’s wrong? You’re scaring me, please?”

He shuffles away, releasing the grip on Callum’s wrist. His face crumples, and he tucks his knees into his chest, his arms wrapping tightly around his stomach, his fingers gripping the material of his shirt as he shakes. He looks so small, so broken, and Callum sits up slowly, unsure of what to do, unsure of what’s happened.

“I hate this,” Ben says, voice quiet and small. “I hate it so much.” 

“We don’t have to do—God, Ben, I wouldn’t ever want to do anything that made you uncomfortable,” Callum tries to apologise desperately, feeling his throat thicken. “I’m so sorry.”

Ben lets out a quiet sound, sliding his glasses off to wipe at his eyes. He throws them onto the floor and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. “It’s not that.”

His voice is choked and thick, muffled behind his knees. When he wraps his arms around his middle again, eyes devastatingly hollow and mouth scrunched up, he looks fragile and afraid. Callum doesn’t know how to fix it this time. He doesn’t know what to do.

“What is it then?” He asks softly, keeping his distance as Ben wipes at his nose with the back of his hand. He heaves in a shuddery breath, twin droplets sliding down his cheeks.

“I cant—,” He cuts himself off and clenches his eyes closed. “I don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Ben, look at me,” he says, reaching a hand out. What’s wrong? He signs, hands slow and steady. 

When Ben doesn’t respond straight away, Callum continues. “Ben, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, or say anything you don’t want to. We can just lay down for a while, go to sleep, if you’d prefer?”

“No, I—,” Ben blurts, scratchy and strangled, his chest still heaving. “I can’t hear you, and that’s the problem. It all just gets so much sometimes. No matter how hard I try, how much I concentre on your lips, and hands, there are moments, like these, now, when I can’t catch what you’re saying.”

As he speaks, he curls further and further into himself. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” Callum shuffles forward quickly and pulls Ben’s hands away from where they’re digging into his knees, leaving marks, he rubs his thumbs over the knuckles. “Shh, you’re alright.”

He kisses over Ben’s fingers, hushing him and trying to calm him down. Hesitantly, he places a gentle hand on his back and rubs it in slow circles, worried he’ll scare him away.

“I’m sorry,” Callum says then, because maybe it’s irrational, but the guilt clawing at his stomach is unbearable. “I’ll talk slower, clearer, and I’ll sign, if it helps?” 

“No,” Ben cries. “That’s the point, Callum. It wouldn’t work. And it ain’t how it should be, is it? You having to say everything twice, pulling away from me every five seconds just to talk. It ain’t practical, not when we’re, y’know?” 

“It doesn’t matter, Ben,” Callum says, unsure of where he’s going with his. “Whether it’s practical or not, the main thing is that you feel comfortable, and safe.” 

They sit there for what feels like forever, Ben’s back shifting under Callum’s palm, tears dripping along his jaw and from the tip of his nose when he bows his head. When Callum starts to runs his fingers through his hair, brushing it away from his face, Ben’s breathing starts to slow.

“But do you?” Ben asks then. 

“Do I what?”

“Feel safe?” Ben questions, eyes worried, lip bitten redraw between his teeth. “With me? Here?”

“Of course I do,” Callum says, shocked. “You know I do, Ben.” 

“But you could be saying anything,” Ben explains at the furrow in Callum’s brows. “In the moment, when it’s all heated and—you could be—could be telling me to stop, telling me you love me, anything at all, and I wouldn’t even know.” 

“You know me though, don’t you? Callum says, waits for Ben’s nod of confirmation before continuing. “You know my body, my little ticks, what I like and what I don’t. You know my heart, Ben. And I know yours. That’ll always be enough.” 

“You think?”

I know.

“When you put it like that.” 

“It’s just you and me, yeah?” Callum goes again, because he wants to make this as comfortable, as normal, as possible for Ben. He closes his eyes, and continues, “it’s just you and me, in this room that’s become ours. There’s Bitter Sweet Symphony playing on the radio, it’s just started, still on that first stupidly long verse. There are a few stray cars travelling by, the engines rumbling through the open window, and there’s distant chatter pulling through too, but the voices are too far away to make out the words. The washing machine is on in the kitchen, spinning like crazy, the sounds vibrating up through the floor. And then there’s me, telling you that I want you, and that I love you. My voice all low and hoarse, that way it always gets when you’ve got your hands on me.” 

When Callum opens his eyes again, he notices Ben’s are closed. Shut so tightly there are wrinkles around the edges. He’s got this new expression on his face, his mouth now morphing into a slow smile, crease fading in his brow. 

He lets Ben breathe, lets him gather his thoughts. 

He lets him paint a picture of unheard sounds. 

Eventually, Ben takes in a wet, shuddering breath, and when he releases it, Callum’s heart fills with hope. “Thank you, Callum.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Callum protests. “I wish I could take your pain away, Ben, more than anything. But I need you to know this, you being deaf, it doesn’t change anything, not for us. You’re still you, and we’re still us.

Ben kisses him then, wet and shaky, but it’s the best kind of kiss, where Callum can feel every current of energy flying through him, flowing through Ben and back to him again, over and over. They grasp at each other gently in the dark, chests heaving.

Ben is almost panting into his mouth, breathless, lips mixed with salty tears.

“Lie back,” Callum says hoarsely, guiding him gently to the pillows. The air around them is static, their gazes magnetic, made to be drawn to each other. Ben follows Callum’s words hesitantly, eyes big and soft, reaching for him.

Callum lowers himself down his body slow, keeping their eyes connected always. He wants Ben to be comfortable with this.

You’re beautiful, Callum signs. 

Cal,” Ben whispers. His hands find Callum’s shoulders.

You’re so strong, Callum kisses him again, moving down incrementally. He continues, murmuring praises into Ben’s skin as he moves, brave, inspiring, brilliant, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Ben pulls him back up then, kisses Callum with purpose, with love, with everything. “I love you.”

I love you too, Callum draws on the skin of Ben’s stomach, with one single, strong finger. He parts their mouths once more, attaches his mouth to the spot he’d just drawn a heart, and presses one, gentle kiss to the sliver of skin there. He hooks his fingers under the band of Ben’s boxers, before looking up in question.

Ben is watching him intently. He gives Callum a tiny nod, and drops his head back to stare resolutely at the ceiling, swallowing thickly.

[if-the-crown-fits-translate-it]

Discord pt 79

[Date: 15/03, 6:49 PM - 7:30 PM GMT]

Maxwell: “hey you guys?

I was wondering if i could ask y'all for advice”

Gyuteinnit: “What's up?”

Maxwell: “do any of y'all know a good way to get rid of headache

I woke up this morning to one and it hasn't gone away yet”

Gyuteinnit: “Try a cold pack and don't be online as much and just try to get away from the screen also possibly sleep if you can”

Maxwell: “Yeah I had been doing that mainly”

fetch: “Warm rag over the eyes and lay down, maybe shut off the lights

thats how mona helped me with mine anyway”

Gyuteinnit: “That also helps”

Maxwell: “hm....”

fetch: “You also just might need to eat or drink something”

Maxwell: “hopefully it does I havent had a headache this bad in a while

usually it goes away after i take a tylenol but its been hours now”

emuhlee: “that's not good”

Maxwell: “ey its

just a headache

itll go away eventually

i just hope sooner rather then later ha...”

emuhlee: “hopefully!”

dreaming: “if it persists you should look into it..

further”

Maxwell: “might be a little hard

not many doctors are accepting of hybrids...”

dreaming: “that sucks, hopefully you can find one..”

Maxwell: “i should be good...i might look up what type of headache it could be that might help with figuring out what caused it”

dreaming: “yeah!”

Maxwell: “it might be a tension one....i cant tell though

its not really near my forehead

more so right above my ears and then around the back”

dreaming: “that.. considering some stuff doesn't sound good...

i don't want to make you scared or anything but..”

Maxwell: “reminds me of when i used to wear a headband or something and it would be sore after ha

scared?”

fetch: “You prolly just slept on your head wrong lmao

I wake up in messed up positions all the time”

Maxwell: “yeah....what was it you were gonna say dreaming?

What?

Is something wrong?”

emuhlee: “i can't speak for them, but what i understood, is they might be a bit worried about syd's new.. headpiece.. and how it uh.. came to be.. and then, uh. you now having a headache..”

jaynoblade: “...yeah that's what i was thinking as well”

Maxwell: “....what...

no no no its not”

Mothbo: “I'd suggest staying away from Baroness/interacting with her until we get more info.”

Maxwell: “it cant be

im fine

ive jsut been sleeping on the floor so much thats it”

fetch: “yall I'm pretty sure we'd know if max had vines growing out of his head”

Maxwell: “yeah”

Mothbo: “To be fair we didn't see Syd's coming either.”

Maxwell: “id notice it when i shower or brush my hair”

Marcus: “Hey hey hey, max it’s okay”

emuhlee: “i think it's just a headache, but it's probably something we should keep in mind”

jaynoblade: “i saw what was happening to syd. none of us knew it was anything more than a headache until it... happened”

fetch: “can we talk about something else. you're just scaring him.”

Mothbo: “It will be okay, Max. I doubt it's the same thing. Try to rest and take headache meds.

Yes lets”

Marcus: “You probably slept on the floor wrong”

jaynoblade: “yeah good idea”

Marcus: “My arm is kind of numb maybe you laid on it?

Made your head sore”

fetch: “oh yeah I caught yall nappin on the floor earlier >:P”

Maxwell: “jus the idea of that happening to me....ugh....watching it happen was bad enough

yeah i....was a little tired earlier

tried to nap to get rid of the headache”

fetch: “farming awwws”

Marcus: “..you weren’t sleeping well last night

Maybe it was that too

Tossing and turning, not getting enough sleep can give you a headache too”

Maxwell: “Maybe...”

emuhlee: “Most signs point to it having to do with your sleep, so i think everything is okay, just a normal headache”

jaynoblade: “i typically find that when i get a headache, drinking a ton of water helps bc i tend to forget and then i get dehydrated"

Maxwell: “True”

Marcus: “We’ll get you some food and water just to make sure it’s not those and then we can do something low energy until you either nap or it goes away on it’s own”

Maxwell: “Could be my teeth too...”

fetch: “Yeah, you're part rat right? Their teeth grow pretty fast don't they”

emuhlee: “Do you normally have caffeine? It could be a lack of caffeine if it's something your body is used to.”

Maxwell: “Yeah I used to have things I’d chew on to keep em from growing too much but I haven’t done that in while”

[emuhlee: “Do you normally have caffeine? It could be a lack of caffeine if it's something your body is used to.”]

Maxwell: “No Mona likes it but I can’t stand the smell, makes me kind of sick”

emuhlee: “not even soda or chocolate? those have caffeine too”

Mothbo: “Tea and energy drinks too”

Maxwell: “I like chocolate but I haven’t had it for a while I’ve mostly been drinking water and milk”

[Maxwell: “Yeah I used to have things I’d chew on to keep em from growing too much but I haven’t done that in while”]

Marcus: “What kind of things do you need? I’m sure there’s something around here”

fetch: “Maybe we can get you chewies? Like hard candies or even a chew stim to keep your teeth grinded down”

[Marcus: “What kind of things do you need? I’m sure there’s something around here”]

Maxwell: “Anything like wood or something would work”

Marcus: “Does it have to be a certain kind? There’s lots of sticks and stuff outside..”

[fetch: “Maybe we can get you chewies? Like hard candies or even a chew stim to keep your teeth grinded down”]

Maxwell: “That....might be helpful thank you my last one broke a while back”

[Marcus: “Does it have to be a certain kind? There’s lots of sticks and stuff outside..”]

Maxwell: “Honestly no as long as it isn’t dirty and won’t give me splinters it’s good”

Marcus: “Okay so we get some from out there, maybe take the bark off and wash them?”

Maxwell: “Sure as long as it doesn’t break super easily”

Marcus: “Okay! I’ll go look around the backyard”

[dreaming: “have you done anything like that recently?..”]

Maxwell: “I don’t like energy drinks or such or sweets...

Hey jack...”

Jack: “hey Max!

honestly i had a pretty bad headache a few days back and it turned out i was just dehydrated.

make sure you drink plenty of water :)”

jaynoblade: “dehydration my abhorred”

Maxwell: “I’ll try”

Jack: “yeah i had like two glasses of cold water and was fine

staying away from Baroness and the Court is probably a good idea for you + the rest of Mona's crew anyways, headache or not. You're all more at risk to start off with.”

Marcus: “Okay I got some, I’ll go clean them up and bring you some food and water

And request for food max?”

[Jack: “staying away from Baroness and the Court is probably a good idea for you + the rest of Mona's crew anyways, headache or not. You're all more at risk to start off with.”]

Maxwell: “I still gotta ask her about that note though....”

Jack: “Even if it's completely unrelated. better safe than sorry. someone else can always ask for you!”

kate: “We can ask my man”

Maxwell: “And not really, maybe some thing cold? My....my mom used to say to me if I wasn’t feeling good to eat something that gave you electrolytes to feel better”

Jack: “coconut water is rad for dehydration, if you're into that sort of thing.

[Maxwell: “And not really, maybe some thing cold? My....my mom used to say to me if I wasn’t feeling good to eat something that gave you electrolytes to feel better”]

Marcus: “Okay! How about some fruits? Strawberries and watermelon boost electrolytes and that’ll help with dehydration too”

Maxwell: “I’ve always liked watermelons....”

Marcus: “Okay I’ll be right back. How do you feel about turkey and cheese sandwiches?

You need some protein”

Maxwell: “Maybe not Turkey but I like cheese....”

[Marcus: “You need some protein”]

Maxwell: “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean”

Marcus: “Okay cheese it is but I’m getting you to eat protein at some point

I’ll be right back okay?”

Maxwell: “Course”

Marcus: “I’ll just be in the kitchen if you need me”

Maxwell: “Got it”

[tfw-no-tennis]

mtmte liveblog issue 33

[sees rewind cover] time to be emo

swerve giving us a nice lil recap of the wild events of slaughterhouse thus far

and then the roll call page...I love how the last one is ‘rewind?!?’

OUGHGHGGHGHGH REWIND TINYYYYYYYYYYYY

I adore that nautica has a list of in-jokes to check off 

ohhhh man I forgot that alt-lost light rewind doesn't really know skids?? bc the alt lost light never picked him up....

POOR REWIND he wakes up all elder scrolls style and then immediately autobot megatron is just There without explanation lmao this poor lil guy

love the casual gender stuff honestly

nightbeat: ayyyy rewind!! sup? what horrific slaughter happened here? spill the tea! 

hvakjdfbskdf poor rewind is going thru it jesus

nautica and riptide hvbhkjasdsfasdfn ‘are jokes not funny where you come from?’ immmmm

nautica is so cute I love her

ohhhhh I love the panel of the two lost lights going off in separate directions with the title right below 

‘I remember it well. kind of’ that's a really funny line actually hbvkdjfnasdfl

I really like how on the alt lost light, rodimus’s risky stunt with the sparkeater actually kills him - I mean I'm glad that didn't happen in the main story but that's such a cool jarring discrepancy 

ok but its inherently VERY funny that the djd like, murdered the entire lost light, but later in the story the lost lighters are obviously still around and not dead...that's so fucking funny, the djd were probably like ????????????????? what the fuck didn't we kill these guys?????? but also they were tripping so they cant be sure

isn't it brainstorm who called the djd on the alt lost light??? oof 

LOVE the continuity of the alt lost light being the place that the djd went at the end of the scavengers 2 parter wayyyy back in the beginning of s1

more horrific slaughter, as one would expect from an arc called ‘slaughterhouse’ 

jeeeesus I forgot how completely fucked up all the shit was for poor rewind 2. christ 

also the like, thematic irony of alt-chromedome refusing to erase rewind from his memory and choosing to die horribly instead....SCREAMS I cant handle it

ITS SO HORRIBLE I'm so sad. poor rewind

‘silly string’ I love riptide

nautica is so smart I lov her 

oooh skids going off on megatron is really good. I find the whole ‘cons are super anti-organic/alien life’ angle interesting, bc it like, Makes Sense that a race of robot aliens who live for millions of years wouldn't consider shorter-lived organic life to be on the same level as them, but its also like, not morally right, so the autobots are correct w/the whole ‘freedom is the right of all sentient beings’ thing...its LAYERED

rewind: ‘I'm tiny’

me, crying: yeah...

honestly I really really love the quantum duplication plot in this arc. its like, peak sci fi nonsense but it also like, Makes Sense, and is presented in a very understandable manner...plus its like, super entertaining and fun, so I just love it

love how they're perusing brainstorms lab and just stumble across a dead body. classic

aaaand the plot thickens, with the reveal that brainstorm is a decepticon????? whoaaaa

I love that twist too oh man. I cannot WAIT for the time travel arc yessss

oof nautica being in denial about brainstorm being a con :( 

I find it kinda funny that getaway is IMMEDIATELY like, punching walls and going full that-one-wack-storm-trooper-from-that-star-wars-movie abt brainstorm being a con lmao, like what's even ur beef dude

when nightbeat is all like, wait there's a Type™ for decepticon double agents? and megatron says ‘hm. have you never been approached?’ bvhjaskdfbaksfd

mannn tho, I love all the character stuff this issue...I love the panels of megatron where he looks mad and crushes brainstorms mask, bc like, he’s gotta be thinking abt the fact that the djd, his personal squad of bloodthirsty attack dogs, were the ones responsible for all of this, as well as overlords presence, and brainstorm secretly being a con....

ok rewind and megatrons interactions are fantastic

like, rewind IS the nice one, but the definition of ‘nice’ is probably a little different than it used to be due to Big Ole War 

how are they propelling themselves in space????

NOOOOOOO I'm so fucking sad, rewind 2 is literally like ‘I'm fine with being deleted from existence bc my husband and everything I knew is gone’ aughhhh

and then megatron lies and tells him that he and chromedome, on the og lost light, are ‘inseparable’ 😭😭😭 I mean I guess that's not a lie if you count cd rewatching rewinds goodbye video on loop...AUGHHH

‘let’s not drag out the goodbyes’ but rewind, what about one of the story’s themes, ‘how to say goodbye and mean it’? 

and we cut off right there for maximum suspense...

omg I love swerve like, fistbumping cyclonus in the chest, and cyclonus is just like ?

skids,,,,,maybe surprising chromedome with his not-so-dead alternate-version husband isn't the best idea...like, this isn't exactly a zero-explanation-necessary kinda situation...

I adore rewinds massive shoulder pads tbh

oh god. GODDDDD. the panels of rewind and chromedome sitting next to each other, not saying anything, and just slowly moving closer to each other while looking out at the stars....literally these gay robots invented romance, thank you very much

I'm so fucking tender guhhhhhhh

like,,,,the fact that both of them separately watched the other die horribly and could do nothing to stop it, and now they're reunited here, and they don't even need to say anything...AUGH.....

OUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm sorry I can’t. SO tender

and MANNNN I'm so so glad that rewind is back. I don't always love when characters don't stay dead but I'm completely happy w/it here for multiple reasons, like the fact that I really like rewind and chromedome’s story after this arc - like, I LOVE that they addressed the fact that rewind 2 is different from OG rewind, despite being fundamentally the same person, so he and cd cant just immediately get back together and pretend everything's fine, but also there's really only an 18 month (?i think) disparity between the 2 rewinds which is nothing compared to literal millions of years, soooo

ALSO I literally never considered this until this reread but it would've been kind of an L for rewind to die and stay dead considering that rewind and cd were The First transformers gay couple, and that's a really big deal! and I don't really consider it bury your gays bc like, rewind doesn't stay dead that long and also there are soooo many other gays, but STILL 

plus rewind and cd ended up having a lot of story left to get thru, which is awesome

also I just love rewind so I'm glad he’s back :) 

ok the fact that the suspense over brainstorm being a con still isn't resolved bc not everyone knows....spectacular tbh

don't knock the power of love, nightbeat! 

the briefcaseeeeeee

ok but I really don't remember jros explanation as to why rewind 2 and the briefcase didn't get deleted hvbhjsdkhfk I gotta go look that up again

OHHHHHHHHHH I FORGOT THE EPILOGUE IS THIS. OHHHHH MANNNNNN THIS IS ONE OF MY FAV PARTS 

BRAINSTORMMMMMMMMM ILYYYYYYYYY

I fucking love this scene bc this is basically the culmination of brainstorm being Completely Ominous for the entire story thus far, like, it really hit me this readthru that brainstorm was so totally sinister for like most of his screentime up until this arc...and this scene is the pinnacle, I love how everything brainstorm says is overlaid with so much tension for the reader bc of what we know now about him

like brainstorm saying ‘yes - here’s to fixing things’ is so fucking sinister even though out of context that sentence is just normal

and when atomizer basically voices what the entire audience is thinking as brainstorm opens the briefcase - ‘brainstorm, you can’t do that.’ bc yeah, what the hell, he’s opening THE briefcase, Oh Shit

AND THEN THE FINAL SHOT....brainstorm front and center looking SCARY AS HELL.... ‘I can do whatever the hell I like.’....everyone suddenly collapsed around him...the fantastic shadowy lighting...the ominously open briefcase...the clear segue Directly into the next high-concept arc....[chefs kiss] ART

seriously I love this issue so much. SO many good things. such good character stuff, really great interactions, some fantastic plot development, super creative sci-fi fun times...all around just an extremely solid and enjoyable issue, 10 outta 10

and MAN OH MAN I cannot wait to get into the elegant chaos arc, it fucking SLAPS, that arc and remain in light have always been my favs, I'm so excited to revisit it 

AND ruth bought the physical comic TPB for like issues 34-38 or something and I'm so so glad I can read that instead of braving the many split-up double page spreads on the online comic 

so yeah, cant wait!

[determinate-negation]

Hey do you have any good texts on the relationship between liberalism & imperialism

hm. i cant think of anything that specifically focuses on liberalism but i have a lot about imperialism and culture, militarism, cultural hegemony and how empire is justified which i think is relevant for understanding the extent and sources of liberal imperialism. these are mostly u.s. specific

against empire- michael parenti

the hollywood war machine: U.S. militarism and popular culture

rethinking america: the imperial homeland in the 21st century (had to read this for a class and i cant find it for free online but if u do find it or are able to buy it i really recommend it, its one of my favorite books)

the good, the bad, and the benevolent interventionist: U.S. press and intellectual distortions of the latin american left

women of color veterans on war, militarism and feminism

manifest domesticity- amy kaplan

violent belongings and the question of empire today- amy kaplan

where is guantanamo- amy kaplan

hunt the devil: a demonology of U.S. war culture 

militarizing women as mothers, soldiers, feminists and fashion designers

sex and death in the rational world of defense intellectuals

dr strangelove: nightmare comedy and the ideology of liberal consensus

vietnam: the logic of withdrawal- howard zinn

technomuscularity and the boy eternal: from the quagmire to the gulf from gendering war talk

young american males and filibustering in the age of manifest destiny: the U.S. army as a cultural mirror

killing hope: U.S. military and cia interventions since world war 2

the cia’s greatest hits

imperialism and hegemonic information in latin america: the media coup in venezuela vs. the criminalization of protest in mexico

the sorrows of empire: militarism, secrecy, and the end of the republic

was looking for the backroom boys by chomsky which is about rationalization of imperialism in vietnam but couldnt find it, but this chomsky reader i just found covers the same thing really

i have a lot of other articles and books and shit bc i have university access to jstor and other academic sites. so i have a lot of other material on imperialism, race, critical race theory, settler colonialism, militarism, fascism, etc. if ur looking for anything else specific lmk 😅