#but it's fine! i sometimes forget myself lmao

[parsheliii]

Enaf is back?!

Yup, wanted to kind of, rewrite and make new ideas for it 👀

[slasherflicks999]

4am slasher doodle to recover from the fact i spent 2 days hand sewing a shirt that i don’t even like the fit of HELP

you can NOT tell but his necklace is made of teeth hehehe

whoever it was that reblogged the last drawing i did of him saying they thought he was cool and u dug through posts to find him……. you gave me a crazy case of the smiles lemme tell ya /vpos

oh how i would love to lore dump about him…. if he had any solid lore to dump about

[aeide-thea]

Wee Hour Sex Tho(ugh)ts cw

it really is like. tragic 2 be celibate when you don't want 2 be but also you're prohibitively socially phobic and living in the middle of (not-)fucking nowhere (with yr parent no less so it's just like. eternal child headspace. not actualized. definitely not sexy) and also you've been punting on the question of what ""post""-covid social interaction even looks like but you probably have to resolve that for yrself before you can do things that usually involve putting yr bare face on someone else's bare face

and also you can't really fuck somebody without like. having 2 be a person. which. see soc anx, above, but also like. wtf gender do i think i'm prepared to perform in bed. most options feel variously fake. really just want to like. lie down and be naked with somebody who wouldn't be put off by any of the possibilities so i could just. play around. feel it out (literally). also really i want to have known them for like. years already so i'd have any hope of not just performing Terrified Frozen Polite Eager-to-Please But-Too-Nervous-To-Be-Interesting-or-Admirable. blegh. basically just like. too many impossible criteria.

but unfortunately rubbing one out by yrself is just. not actually that fun. or like. i've been appreciating the distant second person (the only second person i've got!!) but. by myself i shd say bc maybe it is for you! but for me it's like. half the time my body doesn't even wake up properly unless there's somebody else there. also half the time i get lonely and/or sad afterwards when i'm by myself. need a buddy. :(

in conclusion yeah predictably i have been entertaining some glory hole fantasies but like. extremely obvious that for many reasons that scenario only actually fits the bill in fantasyland.

[backtodecembertv]

me thinking about him every time i listened to the lyrics "i can't say that i can make you feel complete or free from your worry, but believe me when i tell you, babe, you'll never be lonely" vs him saying we had no emotional connection at all lmaoooo

[skyeslittlecorner]

I just notice that all the kings are like... really tall...

So... Could I request some headcanons about the kings with a smol MC (smolllll) are going for a walk, then MC tries to keep up with their long steps and said "Wait for me! I got little legs!!!". The king's reactions plssssss 😭😭 (sorryyyyy for the grammar 🥹)

They’re HUGE and perfect this way. PB didn't skimp on giving them growth steroids. And I'm talking about all their sizes. 38 cm… AHKEM back to the point. Poor Satan, he's the only one of reasonable size in human terms and suffers for it lmao Mocking him for it is my love language

Also, don't worry about your English, it's good! As long as we understand each other everything is fine. I'm not native english speaker myself.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Satan will look at you over his shoulder. He walks quite fast and is always in front to protect you. Usually, he will slow down a bit, but he won't want to walk hand in hand with you unless you are in a safe place or someone else is in front of you. For safety. If he wants to tease you, he'll pretend he doesn't hear you down there (do you know how satisfied that makes him? Finally, someone shorter than him). Ah, if you need to get somewhere fast, be ready to be thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. And he really hope it pisses you off~

Mammon slows down immediately. His Master's words are his command. It will take him a while to learn to walk really slowly, he is huge, his one step is your three. “Maybe we can work on speeding you up, Master? Maybe I'll carry you in my arms? Sedan chair? Levitating shoes? What do you mean, such thing doesn't exist? We will invent it for you. Walking slower is enough? Alright, then be it.” Still, he likes the idea of carrying you the most, so be prepared that sometimes your walk will be in his arms.

Beelzebub will speed up, turn on his heel and walk backwards, teasing you in the process. “These poor little legs need some work out, what do you say to run with me~?” His taunts go in one ear and out the other because you wonder how he hasn't tripped yet. When he gets tired of teasing you, he will come over and wrap his arm around your waist. That way he won't forget to go at your pace (suuure, we all know that’s not the real reason).

Leviathan will stop in place. If you run into his back, expect a glance of contempt over his shoulder. "Pathetic." But despite his muttering to himself, he'll be the only one who remembers it. Always. You may not pay attention to it anymore, because from now on he will always walk at a pace that is not a problem for you. He will remember it and adjust his speed to you every time. After all, he's perfect, isn't he?

[louloulemons-posts]

Can I request something where eddie has a nightmare and reader comforts him? 👉👈

Fears of The Night

Eddie Munson X Reader

Word Count : 0.5k

Warnings : angst, not proofread, sad eddie, snappy eddie, talks of the upside down, scars, it’s just sad okay?

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Eddie used to love the night, used to hang out and play with his band all the time. Now it was the time he dreaded, when the sun went down.

In the darkness the nightmares came, the faint sound of flapping wings, the screeching, Dustin screaming for him to wake up.

“Eddie. Baby wake up.” He felt his body being shook, making him sit up with a gasp. His body was damp with sweat, his hair coming loose from one of the scrunchies he’d stole from Max.

“Hey it’s okay,” you said softly, knowing sometimes he didn’t always believe this was real. That he survived. That you were real.

With a shaky breath he dropped his head into his hands, rubbing his face. “You’re safe,” you spoke again.

“I just want it to go away,” his voice broke.

“And it will-“

“With time! I know!” He snapped as he cut you off. Staying quiet, you hummed.

You didn’t get upset when Eddie was like this, because you understood why. You had nightmares yourself, about the upside down, Eddie, Max.

He sighed, his scars moving on his skin, visible in the moonlight shining through the thin curtains. “Sorry, I’m sorry baby,” he spoke.

“Don’t apologise,” I said, pushing myself forward on the bed so my feet touched the floor. Eddie let his head rest on your shoulder, snuggling close.

“I didn’t mean to snap,” He mumbled into your neck. “I know.” Your hand went up to the loose scrunchie, freeing his hair from it. Running your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp.

“I just … I keep having that dream, the bats and Dustin and you. God baby you.”

“I’m here,” Your arms wrapped around his middle, “We’re both here, both safe. And Wayne too.”

Humming, he nodded, trying to get as close as he physically could. “I want to forget it so bad, but even when I wake up I see these scars and I know it’s real.”

“I know, but you’re here now. You’re alive with me. I know that’s stupid to say but-“ Eddie cut you off again, “It not stupid, you’re one of the reasons I’m here now.”

“You’d be fine without me baby.” He shook his head, pulling away to look at you. “You know you’re the only one I let see these,” he motioned to his scars, “See me like this. Only person who helps me sleep.”

“You help me sleep too,” Kissing his scared shoulder I smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby.”

“We can stay up for a while if you want?”

“No it’s okay, you’ve got work.”

“I can read to you?” you asked.

“Would you?”

“Of course.” Grabbing the worn copy of Lord of The Rings, you settled up the top of the bed.

Eddie came and lay on your chest, letting out a sigh of contentment. “I love you,” you spoke softly, rubbing your hand up and down his back.

His skin was uneven, some smooth some rough. The scar tissue could sometimes be sore, but you now knew where to avoid. The boy was almost purring.

“I love you so much Eds, I’m so glad you’re here with me.”

“Me too baby, I love you.”

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A/N : I know it’s short but sad Eddie makes me sad lmao. I hope you enjoyed 🫶🏻

Thank you so much for reading!

[mystic-writings]

walk the line | two

SUMMARY — poe does his best to keep his word. you talk to general organa.

WORD COUNT — 2,441

WARNINGS — fluff, slight angst, mentions of grief & trauma

NOTES — okay this one turned out to just be straight up world building/backstory lmao

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As it turns out, Poe Dameron was good at sticking to his word. Over the next week, all he did was stick to you like glue, all bright smiles and dry jokes. It was irritating, but you’d quickly grown accustomed to it. It wasn’t difficult, all things considered, just mildly annoying. It wasn’t your first time around with a guy like him, with an ego bigger than Tatooine’s twin suns and the confidence of a Coruscant high roller. Still, there was something deeper there. He seemed… softer around you. More careful with his words, his actions. 

Not to mention that infuriating warmth. Every second you were around him, you could feel it. The pull, the comfort, the familiarity of the feeling. You hated it. All it did was remind you of what you used to have, of the things you’ve lost. 

He was nice enough though. After your conversation in the hangar, Poe led you to your quarters, showing you how to set a door code for yourself and the settings in the refresher. He handed you a datapad and showed you how to set it up as well, recommending that you head to the cantina early in the morning if you wanted to get the good caf instead of the reheated stuff. And when you mentioned that you didn’t know where the cantina was, he showed up that very morning with his BB model droid, barely containing his own laughter at your disgruntled face before leading the way for you. 

His droid seemed to be a lot like him, but you’d warmed a lot faster to BB-8 than you did to Poe. BB often talked with you when you were around him — more so when Poe was around you. He chattered about people you didn’t know, gossip that you weren’t entirely interested in, but found yourself listening to nonetheless. 

The adjustment from what you were used to on Tatooine was hard, but you managed as best as you were able. Freedom was a luxury where you were, something not easily afforded for you. Sometimes, when you would hear the door to your chambers seal shut, you would forget that you were the only one who had the code to open it again. That no one else could keep you there, dangle the promise of necessities over your head like a reward for good behaviour. 

“You okay over there?” Poe’s voice came through as you picked at your food, drowning under the weight of your own mind. 

“Hmm?” You hummed, the din of the cantina filling your ears. “Yeah. Fine. Just… tough night.” 

Poe didn’t speak, but you could feel his eyes inspecting you as you dipped your head and properly dug into your breakfast. The cantina was usually packed this time of the morning, most members wanting to spend time with their friends before heading off to their duties, and your table was no different. 

At every meal, Poe insisted you sit with Black Squadron. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t exactly question it, either. They were a good group of people, all of them good friends, and it was obvious that they’ve known each other for a while. Their chatter was easy going, always a constant stream of differing topics that switched without a hitch. And during every meal, you stayed silent, always sitting across from Poe — at his request, of course. 

Breakfast passed normally, though today, Poe followed you back to your room. “What’s your plan for today?”

“I… I don’t know. I don’t really plan my days anymore.” You shrugged, stopping at your door. “Might just lock myself in here for the day.” 

Poe nodded, his hands on his hips as he looked around. At his feet, BB-8 trilled happily, his suggestion making the both of you chuckle. “We could go for a ride, BB, except Leia would kill me for taking an unsanctioned flight.” He took a breath, looking away from his droid to meet your eyes. “Speaking of, I got a message from her on my datapad this morning. She said you haven’t talked to her yet?”

Oh. Your shoulders deflated as your eyes searched the ground for a way out of this conversation. “Yeah, I… I was supposed to talk with her. About whether or not I’m staying.”

“Are you?” Straight to the point, then. 

You inhale, shrugging again. “I still don’t know. It’s nice here but… I haven’t been able to choose for myself in so long that I don’t know if I can. Make the decision, I mean.” 

Poe’s brows cinched, and you watched them. The cogs turned in his head, and you knew he was trying to make sense of your words. To decipher the message behind them. You knew he wouldn’t figure it out, not unless you spelled it out for him. But you weren’t planning on doing that any time soon. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I think you should.” 

And, damnit, there it was again. His soothing voice, peeling away the layers of your heart, feeling your guard fall away, warmth pouring from the dents and cracks he’s made at your walls. It seeped into the very soul of you, filling you with light and warmth and safety. You hated it. 

Despite it, you smiled gently, nodding. “It does, surprisingly. But if I did, I don’t even know how I would help out around here.” 

“You could be a mechanic,” Poe fired back, as though he was waiting for you to say it. “Or a pilot. I mean, building a TIE fighter from scratch and flying it two systems over… that’s some pretty good work, if you ask me.” 

You chuckled, glancing at the floor before meeting Poe’s soft eyes, crinkling at the edges as he smiled at you. “Shouldn’t you be running a drill with the recruits or something?”

“I should be,” Poe confirmed, but he didn’t move. 

“So?” You raised an inquisitive brow at him. “Aren’t you gonna go now?”

“Are you asking me to leave?”

You don’t respond right away, and Poe’s smile widens. You don’t even know why you were suddenly at a loss for words. Poe was practically a thorn in your side, saddling up beside you during every second of his free time, aside from when he went to spend time with his friends in the cantina before heading to bed. It was during that time that you headed out to the dark, lush forest he’d first found you in, just to get some peace. 

“Okay, I actually do have to go, but why don’t you talk to Leia today?” Poe suggested. “Even if you don’t make up your mind, talking to her might help. Leia has a way of doing that to people.” 

“Doing what?”

“Making you realise what you really want.” Poe’s voice was soft as he said it, like he knew exactly what he was talking about. You watched him inquisitively as he smiled once more, turning back down the hall with BB-8 on his tail. 

———

Despite the fact that you knew you weren’t ready to talk, you headed into your room and requested a meeting with General Organa. She’d responded almost immediately, requesting that you meet her in a small debriefing room. 

With a knot tied tight in your gut, you headed that way, finding the room fairly quickly. If there was one thing you could credit Poe with, he was one hell of a tour guide. The gentle woosh of the door sliding to the side made your heart jump, revealing Leia. 

From where she stood by the window, the General smiled over her shoulder at you before turning fully, gesturing to a small table. “It’s good to see you, Y/n. Sit.” 

You did as told, your brain practically whirring on autopilot as you sat across from the woman, hands clasped on the table. It practically killed you to think about it. Here you were, sitting across from the woman who gave birth to your best friend. Who watched him grow, watched him turn into a monster, and failed to try and stop it — even if it hadn’t been her fault. 

“So, Y/n, have you decided what you’re going to do yet?” 

“No, General. Not yet.” You shook your head, cursing yourself at feeling so timid all of a sudden. 

Leia smiled. “You can call me Leia for this meeting. After all, we’re here to talk about Lyxi, aren’t we?”

A ghost of a smile painted your lips as you gave her a small nod, and Leia’s own small smile widened in response. 

“Is there anything in particular you wanted to ask me?” She said, leaving the invitation open for you — ask what you need. Whatever you want to know, you’ll know. 

Taking a deep breath in, you scoured your mind. Over the years, you’d gathered thousands of questions about your mother — about your father. Your aunt would answer most of them, but she rarely ever touched upon the topic of your father, not even after you’d joined the Jedi.

“What was she like?”

“She was the bravest person I knew,” Leia started simply, a small chuckle escaping her. “She was skilled, calculated. Thought through all of her decisions, no matter how small. She led a lot of people into battle, and she kept them all alive, too.” Leia’s eyes glazed, and you could see the sheen of unshed tears building in them. “Courage ran through that woman’s veins. She’d been a diplomat when she joined us in the war, but she saved so many people. My brother included.” 

Your mother knew Luke Skywalker?

“What do you mean?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed. “How did she save your brother?”

Leia chuckled, more mirth behind the sound than before. “He was a hopeless case when it came to her. Head over heels for her, too scared to do something about it. So she did it for him.” Leia paused for a moment, and when she began again, her words were coated in emotion, thick and difficult for her to form. “I’d never seen him so happy than when he was with her. Then, one day, she just… left. And neither of us saw her again.”

Your hands folded over themselves, tucking into your lap as you dropped your gaze. Crucial pieces of a puzzle you’d never been able to solve before had just been laid before you, your entire childhood slotting into perspective. It left you reeling, disbelieving of what General Organa had just told you. Before you could try to make any more sense of it, she spoke again. 

“You’re hers, aren’t you?” Leia asked, her voice gentle, coaxing you to look back up at her with gleaming eyes. “You’re Lyxi’s daughter,” 

The word slipped from your lips before you could stop it, quiet and breathless, the weight of it sinking deep into your’s and Leia’s chests like boulders. “She… I never knew her. She died not long after I was born. My aunt took me in.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Leia said, probably more for herself than anything. “She would’ve been a great mother.” 

“Did she…” you paused, taking a shaking inhale before you continued, scared to broach the subject. “My mom, did she want kids? With your brother? With—”

“More than anything,” Leia answered, her voice strong and steady. It gave you all the comfort you needed. “They were married, you know. For a while. After she left, he was… well, Luke was nothing short of a wreck. He never moved on, I don’t think.”

You squinted at Leia, confused. “Do you know why she left?”

“They both wanted different things,” she said simply. “She wanted a family, and Luke wanted to restore the Jedi Order. He would’ve been happy with either, though. Having a family… it was something Luke wanted, too.” 

You exhaled a shaking breath, the weight of Leia’s words hanging in the air. You could see it, the gleam in her eye, the one that told you everything she didn’t say. Before you knew it, you were staring at the table, blinking back tears before you looked back up at the woman, tucking your emotions away for later. 

“I want to stay.” Your voice was strong, stronger than you thought it would be. It gave you some of your confidence back. 

Leia raised a brow at your declaration. “Are you sure?”

“I don’t… I don’t know yet.” You told her. “But I haven’t had much of a choice in this sort of thing lately. And I’ve decided… I don’t want to keep running. I can’t.” 

Leia smiled, soft and warm, as she nodded. “Good. Running… Running is the easy way out. And it only tends to delay the inevitable.” With a deep breath, Leia looked down at her datapad, which had been switched off until now. “Commander Dameron told me you rebuilt an Old Empire TIE fighter from scratch, is that right?”

“Yes,” you nodded, “and I flew it from Tatooine.” 

“Okay. Well, for now, I’d like to set you up as the Black Squadron mechanic to see how well you do. And if you’re comfortable with it, later on we can get you in the air.” 

You smiled, nodding along. “That sounds nice, General. When do I start?”

“Tomorrow morning. I’ll alert Commander Dameron, he’ll walk you through training for the next few days.” Leia watched, almost knowingly, as your smile faltered. “Is there an issue? Perhaps you’d like to train with someone else,” 

“No, General, Poe is— Poe is fine.” 

Leia cleared her throat, linking her fingers as she focused her attention on you. The datapad lit her skin in a bluish glow, soaking her in artificial light. You couldn’t tell if it made her more intimidating or not. “If I may ask, Y/n, but what’s your relationship to Commander Dameron, exactly?”

For a moment, your heart twisted with shock, stopping for a moment before you focused on stabilising your heartbeat. Clearing your throat, you glanced down at the table as you spoke. “He’s a thorn in my side, General. Entertaining, sure. And… interesting, to say the least.” 

“Ah, yes, the classic Poe Dameron charm.” Leia chuckled, leaning back in her chair. “Well, then, if you don’t have any other questions, you may go. I’ll send a transmission to Commander Dameron this evening to assist with rearranging his schedule.” 

You thanked the General as you stood from your chair, heading for the door. Just as it opened with a satisfying woosh, a burst of air flowing over you, Leia called out to you. 

“Welcome to the Resistance.” She smiled, and you couldn’t help but return it. 

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[kairiscorner]

miguel and grumpy! reader having a makeout sesh in the control room but then miles & gwen catches them—so they’re rly shocked bc they thought miguel and the grumpy! reader hated each other 😭😭

yes. yes. YES. thank you for the idea anon >:)) OK I HOPE THIS IS AS GOOD AS THE FIRST TWO LMAO......

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

(part 1) (part 2)

summary: you had a little outburst in the control room, it kinda ended with a liability on your part, but it was nothing you couldn't fix. you just hadn't anticipated that miguel would come to visit you, see how you were doing, and... maybe feel your lips up a little with his own?

word count: 1,061

"well, this is unexpected." went a husky voice that you knew quite well. you didn't turn around, you knew exactly who it was–and as willing as you'd be to hug him since now was the perfect opportunity, you were not in the mood for it right now. you didn't ask him what he meant by 'this' being unexpected, you merely focused on the repairs that had to be done in the control room.

miguel placed his hands on his hips as he watched you fix up the panels you took apart from the control room. he sighed as he approached you and ended up a few inches away from you. "now i'm not even gonna ask anymore if this was the result of a freak accident or an outburst, but seeing as how margo didn't wanna elaborate on what happened... i can only assume what happened here." he said as he placed a hand on your shoulder, and he felt you were extremely tense.

you sighed as you put down your tools and looked at him. you had a look of fury in your face, but when miguel looked back at you with concern and sympathy for you... your gaze softened a little, and became one of disappointment. "...i broke it, but i'm gonna fix it myself." you said as you looked back at the practically demolished control panel. you rubbed your eyes as you shook your head. "i'm sorry, it's just, everyone kept bothering me today, and i... i just wanna hit something. it feels right, but when it's all said and done, i just... i feel like i was being more of a bitch than i meant to be, y'know?" you explained with a soft voice, laced with regret and shame.

you had so much pent up anger and frustration, and the worst part of it all was that they were all directed at such small, meaningless things–or small, meaningless things in the eyes of others, others who would never understand how small mistakes can be so irksome when you try your hardest to seem so put together and knowledgeable about everything because you're in charge.

miguel put a finger under your chin and shushed you gently. "i get it. i get it, you... you sometimes come off stronger than you intend to. and you know what, that's fine. we're heroes, but... people tend to forget we're human, too. hell, we even forget ourselves we're human." he said as he cracked a small smile up at you as you still frowned a little to yourself, at the shame you felt over your outburst. "again... don't get mad for wanting to do what feels right, not when you had no intention of hurting anyone and, like you are now, more than willing to fix your mistake." he said as he held your hand in his own. you slowly smile a little and chuckled slightly at his comforting words. "got it, o'hara." you said as miguel grinned at you.

after a while, he was helping you the best he could at fixing up the control panel–helping you replace and patch up whatever was salvageable. miguel admitted to you, though, he wasn't the most specialized in the field of technology, but he was here if you ever needed anything. he did as you directed him, and in a few hours, you two were mostly done. all you needed help with was for miguel to hold something down as you were screwing it down, and he did so, but... he did it from behind you, now it's like he's caging you in his embrace.

"alright, the control panel's fixed." you said as you turned to face miguel, whose face was now centimeters away from your face. he didn't look like he had any desire nor intention to move out of the way, even when you repeated to him he didn't have to lean against you anymore. "i know," he said with a sly smirk as your lips instinctively parted for him as he moved himself closer and closer to your lips. "why... you really know how to make the best out of a crappy situation." you said, to which he responded with a chuckle. "i always do when it comes to you, so of course, mi vida." he said as he wrapped his arms around you, evoking slight gasps to leave your lips as miguel locked his lips with your own.

you two had each other's tongues mingle with one another, exploring the depths of each other's mouths for quite a while–with no plan of letting go of each other, what with you clinging on to miguel by wrapping your arms around his neck, and his grasp on your waist tightening. he sang praises to you in between kisses, intensifying each and every one after he pulled away ever so often.

you two wanted that moment to last forever... but it ended as quickly as it began, when you two heard slipping from outside the control room's slightly ajar door. whispering came from the hallway adjacent to the room, and you two let go of each other immediately.

"holy–was that... was that seriously them? and–"

"i thought he had no emotions..."

"did we enter the wrong earth, or are we seriously seeing the two most horrifying spiders of the world make out right here right now after... oh i think i'm gonna puke."

"why were they–and you–why are we–don't they rip each other's throats out...?"

"what are you guys whispering about?"

"peter!"

you sighed silently as you grinned up at miguel. "i don't feel like telling stacy, morales, or parker off today, and besides... we need the day off, right?" you asked miguel as you rubbed at the back of waist, eliciting small groans of agreement from him. he chuckled lowly as he placed his hands on your hips and stared deeply into your eyes with a smile.

"definitely." he responded to you as he planted his lips gently against yours again, feeling the smoothness and softness that were your lips; the heavenly feeling of your lips upon his was one he wanted to feel all the time. he didn't particularly care if anyone saw you two, though it did embarrass him a little... he figured it's finally time to come out with what this little arrangement you two have got going on.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck

[benevolentcannibal]

Prefacing this by saying: I’m not a crashout and have never crashed out but sometimes it’s warranted. This being one of those times.

TLDR: @cathiief is a immature loser I have no ill feelings towards but bitch you couldn't mind your own business lmao 🤣

So, I’ve been rp-ing for at least twenty-two years, never really like doing it on tumblr for various reasons; be it making and running a whole new blog, random interactions or cross-over stuff. One of the MAIN reasons I’ve only tried a handful of times is because Tumblr has an EGREGIOUS cliche mentality and it’s the reason for this crash out because I don’t bother anyone, if you’ve ever interacted with me or followed my blog for any amount of time you will know that I keep to myself, never overshare or do this sort of thing. I’m too old for the drama and foolishness that goes on.

That being said, I’m pissed and it takes a LOT to piss me off.

In the last year of rp-ing in the One Piece fandom I’ve had some of the worst experiences in twenty-two years on the internet, let alone rp-ing which is a hobby, for fun, something people forget but come with me and I’ll explain. 

Before One Piece the last time I rp-ed was in the Pacific Rim fandom in 2013, didn’t have a bad experience just drifted away from my blog and I didn’t want to try again until someone that would become my friend reblogged some art I’d done to their rp blog. I didn’t know OP had an active rpc given how long running the series is. Sure it makes sense that it does but I had just finished the Whole Cake Island arch and ended up making an oc like a lot of fans do. This friend rp-ed the siblings and I worked up the nerve to ask them if they wanted to rp. They did, I made a blog and it was fun for months. This post isn’t about that friend. I still talk to them and adore them.  This story is about one (1) person whom I’ve never spoken to and who I believe killed my experience with the OPRPC. We’ll get to her.

So, me and my friend get to talking and we discuss an AU of Sanji staying on Germa because his mutations worked and blah blah I end up making a rp blog for him and we have a blast.  Now, while I was rp-ing with them I saw they favored one particular person, with the number of threads, responses, etc.  Not knowing them for that long I was envious but it didn’t affect our writing or experience. I’m telling you how I felt because as an adult I know it’s silly but a human emotion to feel these things. I’m aware of my feelings and know how to act accordingly. The person this story is about, does not. 

Weeks go on and we’re rp-ing, chatting on discord, having fun and I even start shipping their characters and this person’s character; the character being a Nami. (@cathiief) and yes I’m @ing them because I do not respect them, or care in the slightest. I drew some fanart of Ichiji and Nami, memes because it got me invested in the little stories they had going on. It was fun, it was a part of the experience, I like to make fanart and draw for people I care about. I even gently reached out to the Nami on my Sanji blog at one point to see if they were interested in rp-ing but got no response which is fine. 

Now a few more weeks go by without incident. My friend and I are on discord discussing writing smut of the brothers. Yes, irl incest is bad (it goes without saying obviously) but narrative wise it's a interesting avenue to explore and we're both grown adults. I'm not here to have a proship or anti discussion. My friend makes a small ooc post about how they'll be writing said topic, that it will be under a read more and tagged to be easily ignored. We get to writing and I do the same, content is properly tagged and under a read more. Keep in mind the smut threads are maybe 2% of what we're writing, often posted in the dead of night to be the least intrusive.

A few days go by and I notice the Nami isn't monopolizing my friend's attention with inbox memes or replies. This had been a running thing between them. She would flood my friend with attention, memes, head canon posts, gifsets etc. I asked if they were good because they had been worried about writing the brothers which is why they made the post warning followers. Come to find out the Nami had said that my friend wasn’t giving them enough attention and wanted to end it. I believe they were speaking for a year at that point and had planned end game for the muses, had idk how many threads and exchanged who knows how many dms. All gone overnight. I hear this and feel so awful because beyond the rp hobby it's just a deeply shitty thing to do to someone that's your friend. I didn't pry too deeply on how close they were but my friend was very heartbroken and rightfully upset over her actions. You couldn't speak to them? You didn't value your relationship enough to even say: hey I don't like the thing you're doing and don't want to rp with you anymore or what it brought up in our threads at all. Yes, I know people don't owe you anything, “fictional incest bad”, but as someone you spoke to regularly for a year and considered a friend? Nah, that's just cruel.

We continue rping, the Nami all but a passing fart and eventually I decide to make a new blog to rp Luffy. I'm getting into the swing of rping on Tumblr and want more. My friend has moved on and even made a new side blog for Kaido.

Playing the main character of a series with over 500 named characters I assume there's plenty of fun to be had and quickly start branching out, avoiding the Nami but not blocking her because besides reaching out from my Sanji blog I have not spoken to this person once in my entire life. I'm not the one with the problem, she is and I do nothing to conceal that I'm the same person from the Sanji blog. I don't link them however because Sanji's blog is basically private anyway. 

As I'm looking for mutuals on Luffy I notice that cathiief is affiliated with a lot of blogs. I don't care and follow these blogs intent on interacting or avoid them depending on how they write or which muse they have. 

The following two examples are what happened:

I don't recall if I dmed @embcrs first or sent in a meme but they rp an Ace that survived the summit war. In dms we are getting along really well, throwing ideas back and forth, having a ball. In embcrs rules it says not to interact if you ship the asl brothers together. I don't and never have at this point. In my mind this is fine because I don't ship asl and obviously wouldn't bring up my Sanji blog and have no interest in Sanji interacting with him. We didn't get very far before suddenly I'm blocked. Which is obviously very confusing because we were getting along fine. Tumblr is a bad site and so I thought it might have been an accident, I've been blocked on accident before mid-conversation and the other person has no idea how it happened. Nope, switched to my main and the embcrs mun is vauging about not having any Luffy's to interact with … like ok? Lol. You know what's interesting about this? cathiief and embcrs ship their muses, a little scrolling shows me how again it's end game. 🤔 

I of course assume the Nami was in their ear. Oh, don't rp with cannibal they write incest.

I move on, laughing with my friends about how petty this human has to be. Next I find @chivalryburdened and we get two things started without any issue. It happens again: one moment they're on my dash, the next, gone. I've been blocked again?! This time I hadn't even reached out to the mun. Digging a little further into their blog, guess who've they've been writing smut with and endgame ship with. The same Nami. I don't recall the time between these two incidents but funny how that happened twice right? 

Wrong.

Looking through the OP rp tag I noticed a LOT of promos or post that were there suddenly aren't. People I skipped over for one reason or another, be it I hadn't the time to read their rules yet or didn't want another multi-fandom blog on my dash are gone. Extremely talkative people I've noticed sending others inboxes are gone. 🤔 Switching to my main I see I'm blocked by all of these people without reason and they are all affiliated with the nami. 

Do I have proof she buzzed around in their ear and like sheep they bowed to her word? No. Maybe they didn't like my vibes? Valid and fine whatever. But it's awfully funny how this worked out huh.

You know the cherry on top of all of this? cathiief herself doesn't have my Sanji or Luffy blogs blocked. 😂 Like are you keeping an eye on me to inform your clique? Are you bored? Why are you not minding your God-given business? Aren't you tired? Are you mad? Girl, it was never that deep. I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU from Tom, Dick or Harry. What are you doing LMAO. 

After saying all that you might be wondering why I even wrote this. Hell, I doubt she's going to read this or any of the other people I've @’d in this post will. I wrote this because what IN the world is going on in rpc’s in general. It's a race to the bottom. These same people will wonder why the rpc is dead and no one is reaching out besides the same three people if that. You killed it. You are policing people. You are tattling, in other people's business, throwing away friendships, all for what? To have your nose in the air and squawk about being the most morally good, thought-crime free writer in the whole community? That doesn't get you the gold star you think it does. I wrote this because I needed to vent my frustration.

I'm going to close this out by saying I don't wish @cathiief any ill will or anything really. I never knew you. You're a loser and kinda sad actually. I don't care if you think I'm a bitch or gross or whatever. I'm not here to psychoanalyze you because I don't care about you. I don't respect you. I'm ambivalent about you.

[mythicalmoonfrog]

I just couldn't get this scenario out of my head so I had to draw it lmao

(Oh and that bit at the bottom was 10 min so it wasn't too bad) But drawing his outer line was fine! I had fun drawing him! his design is actually really fun! it's just sad that looking at him for longer periods hurts and it so sucks because pink and yellow are actually one of my favorite color combos, womp womp for me ig

(Oh another note for some odd reason I can look at other peeps art of him for longer periods of time but not my own it's strange but hey I'm not complaining)

But anyway I won't say I'll be drawing Nyx a lot but maybe sometimes I will, whatever works best for me and to make sure I don't hurt myself while doing something fun. anyway this is getting kind long so I'm going to stop here. Don't forget to drink water, take breaks, and have a awesome day/night.

⭐Frog⭐

Out

[empty-dream]

You know, as obsessed I am with shipping, in the end I think I'm quite casual about it. If it's canon then big win to me; if it's not then it's fine. It's the author's decision and if I want I can always make headcanons and AUs. It's not that serious to me and it won't change anything much either way.

Until recently when I realize there is a single exception: Shanks/Makino. It's not even my main ship or one that I like to yap about nonstop. For illustration, that ship is like a mountain 200 km away from me: I probably won't look at it everyday or even be able too, depending on my position, but I know it's there.

I've always considered Shanks and Makino are secretly together and her baby is his. It's burned in the back of my head like it's a fact and sometimes I forget they are not canon (...yet...). And one day I asked myself what would happen if they are not, apparently, together like I've believed.

The answer to that is like if said mountain earlier turns out to be a giant sticker then it catches fire and leaves nothing behind. It'd be exactly as world-altering for me lmao

[goatcheesecak3]

Bus stop part 7

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x F!reader

Check masterlist for m!reader version! (If it's not up, send me an ask to remind me!! I always forget to post them lmao)

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Summary: just a little glimpse into life living with Adam

Y/n and Adam had been living together for about a month now, and despite the stress of the move, life couldn't be better. The pair now resided in a cosy apartment in a clean, safe, and friendly part of the city. The rent was a little higher than their old places, but with rent being split between the two of them, it was manageable. The walls were covered in an array of posters, artwork (some thrifted, some painted by Adam), and of course, plenty of framed photographs that Adam had taken. While putting up these pictures Adam had remarked over and over again that this made it feel like a "real home." In his childhood home, family portraits were pretty much unheard of, so it was a non negotiable that a picture of Adam, y/n and their new family member- a black cat named Frank- took pride of place on the small mantle in the living room.

Days in this new home would often start with the smell of coffee and toast, but on weekends y/n would sometimes spoil Adam with pancakes and crispy bacon drenched in syrup. This was the case on a particular lazy Saturday morning.

"Adammmmm" y/n whispered from the doorway to the bedroom.

The sleeping Adam responded with a grunt, and a mumbled "five more minutes," before pulling the covers over his head"

"Fine, I guess I'll just have to give all your pancakes to Frank"

That got his attention.

As if he were a sleeper cell, only activated by the word "pancakes" Adam shot out of bed, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

He looked ever so cute in black boxers and a baggy band tshirt, his hair elegantly tousled and his sharp nose twitching at the smell of breakfast.

"Come on, sweetpea," y/n smiled lovingly, holding out a hand for him to take.

Adam took more than a hand, opting instead to hug y/n's waist and lean his tired head on her shoulder.

"You are literally my dream woman" he mumbled, and y/n could hear the smile in his voice.

"If I'd known pancakes were gonna illicit a response like that, I would have made them the first day I met you" y/n chuckled, hugging Adam back and kissing his cheek.

The pair made their way to the beat up sofa in the front room. It was the same one from Adam's old apartment, the same one they'd shared their first kiss on. It was falling apart and needed patching up on a regular basis, but it was too special to throw out. Curled up on the sofa, drinking hot coffee and inhaling their pancakes at lightning speed, Adam and y/n (and Frank the cat) channel surfed all morning. It was a perfectly uneventful day, and after all the chaos that Adam had been through, it was moments like this, the beauty and joy in pure monotony, that just solidified to him how perfect life could really be.

A/n sorry this took so long! I sorta lost my creative spark over the last few weeks due to some mental health issues, but I'm starting to feel like myself again, so hopefully more fics will be out soon! I've got a bunch in the drafts that I've been working on :^)) I know this was short but I hope you enjoyed!

[amethystfairy1]

hi I'm back again already lol, bc u really ought to know all the great things about ttsbc that I was too lazy to write out last time lmao.

Also! totally fine that ur not doing skizzpulse, you should write what inspires/motivates you (personally very motivated by them xD I've written ~90k words of skizzpulse myself rip)

Anyways, good things! You! you're the good things! I honestly can't remember when I last sent an ask in for the lil guys, so I'm just gonna say something I loved about each of their recent arcs.

First, Treebark. There's been so many identity reveals but I think this has been my favorite thus far. Ren going all protective boyfriend and fighting over Martyn was SO GOOD, plus soft kisses and they can just hold hands now without Ren being afraid he'll figure it out. Also loved Martyn seducing his entire family while being terrified out of his mind by big dog people with knives, like, I'd be a little out of it too. but the fam doesn't even notice but Ren did and is all supportive and comforts him, offers to take him home. I love how well they can read each other, like they're just in tune. they're soulmates, your honor. and, AND this means we can have double dates where they all know now! so excited :)))))

Zedango. this is what started me reading your stuff (the first fic I ever wrote was actually my own tt zedango ficlet, btw. that feels like an eternity ago now) I love how they've simultaneously progressed and devolved into slightly unhealthy relationship territory. something about not everything being perfect all the time just adds so much depth and realism to their relationship, as well as keeping the plot tense without feeling like you're making up problems just to have something to write about. AND THEN Tango doing the blazeborn courtship rituals was just so aaaaaaaa (THEY"RE SO ADORBSABLEEE) Tango setting aside his disgust with his claws to take care of Zed even tho its uncomfortable for him, and then Zed recognizing that and having all the warm fuzzy fondness for his bf was so sweet. Doc's notes about the rituals were on point, with how he reassures Tango that they're normal, healthy things and saying he's always open to having a conversation about it. (tho, i doubt Tango's ever taken him up on that offer lmao)

The other fic that's been in my head is ur most recent one, Handshakes and Headaches. I highly doubt we'll get a cub reveal in this next chapter, but ig we'll see soon enough. I loved how Cub just knew instantly that Grian was a hybrid and was just going in spirals putting it together that he was cuteguy, then him coming to the wrong conclusion about whether Scar knew, too, was just perfect. Tho, if he did think Scar knew and was cool with it, I wonder what he'd do first? Tell Scar his own secret, guess Grian's secret in front of them? I feel like he would think the safe thing would be to confront Scar about Grian being Cuteguy, and then if/when Scar admits it and says he's cool with it, Cub would feel safe(r) revealing his own identity. Maybe not right away, but sometime. Also, that would mean everyone in Hot Cave knows about hybrids and undercity, so he wouldn't have to glamor while he works (tho, that would also require revealing to Zed... they don't seem super close, but it's kinda obvious that Zed's chill w/ the undercity people, considering he's dating Tango and Cub knows that).

Also! now that Hypno knows G and Scar are safe, I really wanna see him revealing to Scar and Scar being all supportive and stuff :)))) Hypno wasn't someone I knew I needed in this world, but I'd die for him now. (ALSO the casual mention that his scales are dry and flaky rather than smooth and taken care of??? Hello?????? Someone get him some proper self-care ASAP, maybe take him swimming at a private pool or something idk. I feel like the moment Scar knows, he's going to be on it with the cookies and love and support. so excited hehehe)

anyways, I'm probably forgetting something, but whatever. I'll be back with more art soon (maybe I draw Hypno, since I've never done that before and electric eel hybrid sounds cool. Actually, I've decided, I'm gonna do it now. remind me what that looks like pls? or I go reread, whichever happens faster lol)

Ok that's all, have a good day!

I LOVE THE RAMBLESSSSS

Petition to get Hypno a private pool 😆

I'm so glad you love the slightly unhealthy but also very loving Zedango situation we have going on!

I LOVED YOUR TT ZEDANGO FIC! I'M STILL WAITING FOR THE SEQUEL!!!! 😭 /j you don't have to write one if you don't wanna BUT KNOW THAT I LOVED IT!

Ren being a protective boyfriend is all I need sometimes! It's just good fun! Thank you so much for telling all about everything!!!

I would actually LOVE to see how you would design Hypno if you do feel like drawing him! That sounds amazing! Electric Eel hybrid time!!!! 💖

[daechwitatamic]

Get to Know Me

I was tagged by @sailorsoon @tomodachiii and @eoieopda :)

WHAT'S THE ORIGIN OF YOUR BLOG TITLE?

made back when i considered myself a double-bias for Taehyung and Yoongi, it is half daechwita and half tata mic

FAVORITE FANDOMS?

I'm currently in bts, svt, and skz fandoms

OTP(s)/SHIPNAME?

i don't ship real people but in terms of friendships and dynamics you KNOW i'm insane about vmin and boochan :')

FAVORITE COLOR?

purple!

FAVORITE GAME?

i was heavily into the sims franchise for almost my whole life but my laptop stopped running it so i had to go cold turkey lol also ACNH, all the zelda games, and all the pokemon games

SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD?

lol actually it's ultra by skz rn

WEIRDEST HABIT/TRAIT?

i think a lot of things i do are probably weird. the random noises, the patterns and routines, many of my mannerisms, etc.

HOBBIES?

writing, reading, video games, shitty reality tv, puzzles, easy hikes, food and drink for enjoyment!!

IF YOU WORK, WHAT IS YOUR PROFESSION?

i am unfortunately in public education

IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WISH, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

an author :/ that was the dream and goal when i went to college

SOMETHING YOU'RE GOOD AT?

writing, sometimes lol i'm also a strong swimmer and i think i have a lot of resilience to push through tough situations

SOMETHING YOU'RE BAD AT?

counting lmao. cooking. cleaning. anything the adhd says we shouldn't do.

SOMETHING YOU LOVE?

coffee :') my spouse. my cats. my couch. mornings where i don't have to go anywhere. traveling. eating good food.

SOMETHING YOU COULD TALK ABOUT FOR HOURS OFF THE CUFF?

certain books/authors, probably. my own misadventures... i've had an interesting life lol

SOMETHING YOU HATE?

my job lmfao

SOMETHING YOU COLLECT?

when i travel new places i like to get a christmas tree ornament to represent that place/trip :)

SOMETHING YOU FORGET?

lmao bestie i have seveeeeeeeere adhd and i am fast and loose with actually taking my meds so i forget every fucking thing.

WHAT'S YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE?

receiving is words of affirmation, giving is time spent

FAVORITE MOVIE/SHOW?

pacific rim and inception are my top two movies lol i'm only a little embarrassed about it. show might be the good place or ted lasso.

FAVORITE FOOD?

i fuck with all foods. i love food. give me any food. i think the only food i actively don't like is coconut and that's just when it's coconuts shavings on top of sweets, if its cooked in a dish we're fine lol

FAVORITE ANIMAL?

idk man cats i guess

ARE YOU MUSICAL?

i actually am very musical. started piano lessons when i was six and stopped when i moved out at eighteen, took vocal lessons on and off in those same years. played oboe with school band from age 10 to 18. played violin 2-3 years with school but couldn't tell you the first thing about it now that i'm grown. i love music, i'm passionate about music.

WHAT WERE YOU LIKE AS A CHILD?

loud and annoying!! also very very smart and very entitled because of it!! :) and that's on undiagnosed neurodivergence!!

FAVORITE SUBJECT AT SCHOOL?

reading and writing, everything else was torture

LEAST FAVORITE SUBJECT?

math in any capacity. i'm very slow at it and i don't remember math facts and formulas well

WHAT'S YOUR BEST CHARACTER TRAIT?

dude idk lol i try to be empathetic and fair and logical?

WHAT'S YOUR WORST CHARACTER TRAIT?

i reject this question on principle because young women spend too long learning to like themselves to them have to sit and yap about what's bad about them go away you're not my therapist and this is not productive!

IF YOU COULD CHANGE ANY DETAIL OF YOUR DAY RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

the fact that i have to go to work tomorrow :) and i have not had coffee

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL IN TIME, WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO MEET?

Rumi but only if we could also speak to each other and understand so there needs to be a translation clause in with the time travel clause

REC YOUR FAVE FANFICS (SPREAD THE LOVE):

favorite authors are: @sailorsoons (also sailoryooons), @eoieopda, @moni-logues, @kkaetnipjeon, @withleeknow (also jeonqkooks),

@magicshopaholic, @casuallyimagining (also featseungmin), @bookyeom, @sluttywoozi, @ylangelegy (also xinganhao),

and @100vern sorry that you're all alone down here lmao but iirc it will tag everyone if its in batches of 5 by section

TAG OTHERS TO COMPLETE (NO PRESSURE):

anyone who hasn't played yet!!

[sweet-drmzzz]

wowowowow I’m finally doing a pinned post

DO NOT SENT ME DONATION REQUESTS THEY WILL BE DELETED

This post is super fucking outdated btw. We have a new host (me, Cal he/they/it) who is a Coil fictive and uhhh yeah basically there was an entire sys overhaul which is... a thing that happened lmao. Crossed out text is outdated information, updates in blue (only until i have the motivation to make a new one.)

Hiya!! My names are Z-Fey, and Faele (pronounced fey-elle) Daze and sometimes Somni!! I am the host of a median collective, and this is my/our main blog. You can find our plural side blog here: @treehousearchive < name has been changed to @the-evil-dreams-collective

I go by Fae/Zi/It/They pronouns, and idrc how the grammar around them works (so you could say “fae are a person with adhd” or “fae is a person with adhd.” Please use my neopronouns as much as, if not more than you use they/it. Also daze neos. ill grab conjugation next time im on discord, host also uses he/him

if you misgender me I’ll eat ur knees /hj

I am faekin and foxkin (plus dog and maybe angelkin), and I’m absolutely amazing at it. Don’t try to disprove alterhuman shit. I won’t listen. Also keep any alterhuman discourse off this blog. All nonhumans are welcome here. Yes even physical ones. Yes even ones that truly believe they are an animal. Yes even mentally ill/delusional ones.

Collectively we are aspec and arospec. Afaik that goes for everyone in our collective but I could be wrong. We have several new ppl who dont fit this, myself (Cal) included :3

currently I don’t check my discord, if you need to reach me my asks and DMs on here are the fastest ways. We go through phases of isolation. Sometimes we chrck it sometimes we dont.

I use a lot of emoticons, abbreviations, and tone tags :3

tone tag key:

/lh- light hearted

/j- joking

/hj- half joking

/sarc- sarcasm

/nm- not mean

/nf- not forced

/gen- genuine

/aesth- aesthetic (used to describe aesthetic attraction. Ex. “He’s hot /aesth”

if I ever use one u don’t understand just ask! I’m more then willing to inform!

DNI:

Pedos. Like genuinely. Pedos maps etc fucking disgust me. Stay tf away from my blog

Zionist. Yeah nuhuh. If u support genocide I don’t want to talk to u.

Homophobes/Transphobes. I’m gay asf. I don’t think you want to be here.

Zoophiles. No. Just no.

Anti furry/Anti alterhuman. Once again. I’m a therian. Y would u want to be here???

Sexual/kink blogs. Nothing against you, have ur fun. Idrc. I’m just not comfy w that.

Anti-endos. I don’t want that negativity on my blog. All good vibes here.

If you demonize mental illnesses (like schizophrenia or npd) fuck off. If you use “delulu” or treat serious mental illnesses as silly little things fuck off.

Anti aro/aspec. This shouldn’t even be a thing? Just let people exist?

if I don’t like u I’ll block u.

With all due respect, which is none, leave me alone.

Tags!!

#Happy Fox Hours

Foxkin euphoria and just generally happy foxkin related stuff

#Happy Fae Hours

Second verse, same as the first but w fae stuff this time.

#Zi speak!!

text posts and me ranting

#Soda Spill

My writing. Includes poetry and short stories/snippets from bigger stories. (Please note that since originally making this I have stopped using the name Soda, as that has gone to one of my headmates. This tag may change soon.)

#Faele agrees

Rebolgs!! I might forget to tag my rebolgs. I’ll try my best but if I do my apologies. we do, in fact consistently forget to tag reblogs

#Sad bitch time

vents n stuff. Me being depressed.

Yeah um. We only ever use zi speaks and sad bitch time consistently, plus ty for the ask <3 when we get them

Boundaries: mostly im fine with anything.

pls don’t tag me in angelic/religious stuff, or send it to me. Especially if it has eyes featured prominently.

uhh i feel like this shouldn’t need to be said but just in case: foxes are a game animal where I live. I already see my kind’s hides enough. Don’t show me pics of that.

just yk… if i ask u to quit do so please. There’s nothing rly big other than those two things that I can think of. Be nice.

PLEASE KEEP THE PHIGHTING DRAMA AWAY FROM US. it is a horrible awful thing that happened but seeing that shit (especially untagged) is so fucking triggerjng for us

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member sideblogs are

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thank you for your time!!

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[lampert3008]

"Someone should really clean those floor buttons..."

[ OOC ]

hey freaks, welcome to the lampert regretevator blog. i'm finally getting around to making a funky scuffed little intro post to pin, so feel free to join me below the cut to read a whole bunch of nonsense

WHERE AM I? WHAT IS THIS?

okay first of all, calm down

This is an ask/RP blog based off of Lampert from the Roblox game Regretevator. Though, keep in mind it won't be 100% canon, and will both be sprinkled with my own headcanons and also occasionally out of character for Lampert because, shockingly, I am not Lampert Real Life™ and do not know how he would react to everything. I try my best though.

Lampert uses primarily he/him pronouns, but sometimes I sprinkle in some he/they in there. as a treat

I'll try my best to respond to asks with drawings, although I am very fragile old man and am decaying with each passing second so sometimes it is difficult for me to get myself to draw

(i am sixteen years old) (i also have a very shit memory and will forget that i have asks to answer whoopsies) (i may be 16 but i feel like my bones are going to fold in on themselves like a lawn chair and wither away at any given moment constantly)

i'll try to remember to tag asks as #lampertasks and non-asks as #lampposts (haha get it) or #ooc if i'm talking to YOU. (im get you.)

WHO ARE YOU?

heya, i'm ray, the owner of this blog, i do not have a main blog and you have no proof, nor will you find it. if i. um. if i had one, i mean. which i dont. don't go look for it. because you. wont. find anything. um. yeah

i am genderfluid and use all pronouns, i am the master of pronouns, the pronoun wizard one could say, simply refer to me. full stop

please do not sex me i am a minor (i yearn i yearn i yearn for the tunnels the coal the coal the mines i yearn i yearn for black lung i yearn please put me in the mines please give me a pickaxe i am mentally stable and can be trusted with big sharp objects)

do not sex lampert either. you cannot fuck the lamp i forbid it

if you try i will lock you in the Dungeon for seven thousand years

WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

as i already mentioned, do not try and fuck lampert or you will face the consequences, lampert may be an adult but i am not

sex jokes are fine though. to a point. just dont be creepy. be funny or Die (/hj)

i have no opinions on shipping content, i will probably not take it seriously and will shitpost with most of it. i mean of course i have regretevator ships i enjoy, like come on im a tumblr user what do you expect from me, but i doubt i'll insert them into this blog unless it's for The Funny (or if it's my partner's Unpleasant blog. but that also classifies as being for The Funny)

i'm totally cool with roleplay asks from other RP blogs, canon or OCs, and will respond in-character. i mean like, this blog is connected with three other regretevator RP blogs so i don't see why not

aforementioned three other regretevator blogs:

@displeazinggradient

@sk8tr1101

@detectivebive

WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH ME? ARE YOU GOING TO HURT ME?

yeah lmao