#damn i should pop up in tumblr more but i just don't have time the studies has taken meeeee

[angel-of-the-moons]

Idk how tumblr works so, apologies ig this isnt a request place.

But i was thinking poly johnny cage and kenshi x reader, where its just fluff with johnny and reader helping kenshi get dressed, bc hes blind, or something like that♡

Gods im soft for this poly relationship😫

Nahhh you getting something because ashslnsl this shit is cute as fuuuuck

Little Wonders

Kenshi x Johnny x Reader

TW/CW: None!

A/N: This is what I was talking about @crimsonbubble lol

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Yet again, Kenshi ripped the shirt open to try and rebutton it. He had been at it for almost twenty minutes, now; having to undo the pearl baubles and slip them back into their holes again.

Only to find that this time, he was not one--but two buttons off and the shirt was still lopsided.

He let out a frustrated hiss and yanked the buttons free, this time snagging one so hard the little object popped out of its stitching and skittered across the bedroom floor.

Hanging his head in defeat, Kenshi felt around until he found the foot of your ridiculously large bed, plopping down and sinking into the downy soft mattress with a hefty sigh.

Kenshi could easily call Sento to him; use the magic sword to grant him his sight so he could see enough to map out the buttons, to get dressed by himself like a grown adult should be able to do.

But without Sento, he was as blind as a newborn kitten. And Sento wasn't a crutch. Kenshi needed to learn how to do things without his eyes, to adjust. Because it's not exactly subtle or publicly acceptable to carry a goddamn katana with you to a red carpet event. Which is what he had been trying to get ready for. He just wanted to wait until you and Johnny were preoccupied with swimming out some of your pre-event jitters in his pool to try, to get some of the privacy he needed to spare his dignity. He needed to learn how to do this, how to cope...

He couldn't walk around like you or Johnny without some sort of aid, couldn't dress himself properly anymore... he was damn lucky he could still feed himself without assistance.

"Oh, Kenshi..." He heard you sigh from the threshold of your bedroom door. You and Johnny smelled like the chlorine from the pool; your bathing suits had been stripped away and you both wore your plush bath robes to ward the chill off your naked bodies.

"If you'd asked us, we could have helped you, Ken." Johnny replied as well, moving to sit next to him as you began to gently unbutton the expensive silk blouse.

"You shouldn't have to." He retorted, "I should be able to do it--"

"Hush." You say to him gently, your fingers gently touching his lips to quiet him. Johnny slipped a hand around the back of Kenshi's neck, kneading the thick knots of tension he found there. His mouth twisted briefly into a slight frown when he felt just how tense he was.

"C'mon, babe!" Johnny said. Kenshi could practically hear the cock-eyed smirk Johnny had on his face. "You know we don't mind. Though, taking your shirt off is more fun than putting one on--"

"Oi! Shut it!" You snort, swatting at him before putting Kenshi's popped shirt on the dresser before pulling out one of Johnny's to put on him.

"Abuse! Abuse!" Johnny laid across his lap dramatically, feigning injury. "Oh, oh my god! Kenshi, do you hear how our lovely partner is treating me?! I swear, I should have you locked up!"

He can't help but smile, despite it all. It never failed. Whenever he was down in the dumps, dealing with his new "handicap" as he so deprecatingly referred to it as, the two of you swooped in to cheer him up, pulling a smile out of him when he thought there was none to be had.

"Hah! Like they'd believe you, you drama queen." You scoff, flicking him in his nose. "Now get up, you cry baby!"

Johnny snickered and laughed as he sat up, crawling onto the bed so he was sitting behind Kenshi, his legs spread to wrap around him from behind casually as he leaned back on his hands.

"Kenshi, hands." You hum to him, brushing a hand through his short dark hair, bringing your hand down to touch his cheek, your thumb caressing the corners of where his eyes used to be, feeling the cratered scars left behind by Mileena's sais.

He complies, his body posture softening as you and Johnny help him slip into the soft, buttery smooth shirt.

Johnny buttons his cuffs while you button his front.

"I..." Kenshi tried to find the words; anything to say to the two of you about why you shouldn't be helping him, that he needs to relearn these things on his own.

Johnny interrupts him first: "Nope." He hums, burying his face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the mixed scent of his own shirt and Kenshi's favorite body wash that still lingered on his skin.

"Can already hear those gears working on your head, Ken. Stop it."

"We're a team, Kenshi." You say to him, cupping his cheeks in your hand as Johnny effectively becomes a human koala bear.

"And we aren't going to let you struggle on your own. It's not weakness to ask for help from those you love. A strong individual knows you can't survive without it."

"Without what exactly?" He sighed, relaxing into the two of you.

"Love, you fuckin' goober." You snicker, leaning down to kiss him, his stubble brushing your face softly.

If he could, Kenshi Takahashi would have cried.

[musings-of-a-rose]

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x f!reader

Word Count: 900+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: I don’t know, I saw a gif of Rhett being pushed onto the kitchen table and punched by his brother and I thought of this instead. Thanks to @mermaidxatxheart for listening to me ramble about this and for giving it shape! 

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“I don’t see what the big deal is, doll.” Rhett opens the front door and I storm in behind him, the gentle closing of it setting me off even more.

“Don’t see the big deal? That slut was all over you and you said nothing.”

Rhett chuckles, a small smile hitching up the corner of his mouth. “She was just bein’ nice.”

I scoff, throwing my small purse onto the couch as I follow him into the kitchen. “Being nice? No one wears that low cut of a shirt and that short of a skirt and is just nice.”

Rhett opens the fridge, taking out a beer and popping it open before taking a long swig. “Was I just supposed to say I had a girlfriend?”

I cross my arms. “Oh, so you do remember I exist.”

“Why are you getting all weird about this? She just said hello-”

“Rhett, I know girls. She was touching your arm, batting her whore lashes, and all but twirling her damn hair. If I hadn’t have walked up, she would’ve shoved her hand in your pants.”

“You’re over reacting.”

“Oh really? How would you feel if it were me?”

His eyes darken slightly. “A girl shoving her hand down your pants?”

“Rhett Abbott, stop trying to change the subject! I can’t believe you didn’t mention me!”

“I didn’t think I needed to tell everyone I have a girlfriend right after they say hello!”

“You do if they dress like a whore!”

“You need to calm down!”

I can’t take it anymore. Stomping over, I push him and he barely moves, setting his beer down on the counter. “Are you pushing me?”

“Maybe I am!”

He takes a couple steps away from the counter, but I don’t back down. I try to push him again but his large hands wrap around my arms. I thrash, throwing my weight at him as he pulls me to him, spinning us around as Rhett bumps into the kitchen table. He loosens his grip momentarily and I shove all my weight at him, hands pushing against his chest and he falls back onto the table, his long, jean clad legs flailing up. Before he can stand, I jump on him, legs straddling his hips, my pulse racing, blood rushing between my legs. Rhett’s hands squeeze my hips as I fumble with the ridiculous buckle he has on, huffing audibly when it just won’t open. His hands try to help but I swat them away, finally opening the belt and unzipping his pants, pulling out his already hard cock. I lick my hand and jerk him a few times before pushing my panties aside, grateful for the dress I wore as I drop myself onto him, both of us audibly groaning as he pushes at the back of me. 

His fingers tighten on my hips and I grab his wrists, pushing them into the table on either side of his head. His eyes are wide, darkened with lust as the anger in them starts to dissipate with each move of my hips over his, a small moan escaping him. He tries to lift his head so I drop his hand and tangle my fingers into his hair, gripping him tight and pinning him down to the table as I continue to fuck him. His hand comes up and encircles my forearm, not trying to push me off him, but connecting with my skin as I take him, my orgasm quickly rising. Our breaths fill the silence, ragged and panting as the table scrapes slightly on the floor. And then the warmth rising in me pops, spreading out to the end of my limbs, my head thrown back as I cry out, hips sputtering, only vaguely aware of the pants coming out of the man under me. I look down and meet his bright blue eyes and I lean forward, gripping his hair tighter, my opposite hand moving to gently grip his throat, his nails digging into my wrist as I speak in his ear. 

“Come for me, baby.”

He grunts, mouth hanging open as little pants escape him, his seed dripping from me. We stay like that for a moment, both of us heaving and trying to catch our breaths. My hand is still wrapped around his throat, my other hand tangled in his hair as I stare down at his face, his beautiful fucked out face.

“You’re mine, Rhett Abbott. And don’t you forget it.”

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[asocialangel]

Hii! I hope you’re having a great day beautiful <3 I read your post “blue lock - how you hold their hands”, and while reading the Nagi section I had an idea. Do you think maybe you could write something (headcannons, short fic, I’m not picky!) where reader stops holding Nagi’s hand/sleeve because whenever reader stops Nagi never seems to try to hold readers hand again, and seems to not care/notice so reader is like “oh, I guess he finds it annoying” and stops holding onto him. Sorry if this was long- hope you have a wonderful day/evening/night/etc!

TYSM FOR ASKING 🧡 This is smart and cute maybe almost angsty and suits nagi x reader sm 😞. I did the easiest for me: half hc and half fic ! (it ended up being a teeny bit long and kinda corny oops). Have a lovely week ~

If you love, let me know (and if you don't, then let me go).

(2014 tumblr really popped off with that one)

Where you stop being affectionate to Nagi, thinking it annoys him. 0.9k words. Fluffy, tiny bit angsty.

[from previous headcanons] So you’re always the one to reach for Nagi’s hand (or sleeve, depending how you prefer it hihi)

On the other hand, he’s not often the first one to let go. He basically lets you do all the work, deciding when it starts and when it ends.

But whether you hold his hand or not, he doesn’t seem to care

And on top of that, you’ve already been told something that stuck with you:

“Y\N, you’re so clingy”.

It was a friend of yours that didn’t like physical touch, but still you questioned yourself. Were you too much ?

But to be fair, you had forgotten that sentence and went on with your life. That is until you started dating Nagi. Since you were now being affectionate, and he didn’t seem to care, you suddenly remembered. 

Therefore you started being self conscious. “Maybe I'm overdoing it and he’s annoyed by it, but won’t say it”. 

It was decided. Starting next day, you’d cut down on the hand-holding and clinginess overall.

It was 3:20pm, and Nagi would arrive anytime now. You and your boyfriend had planned to meet up for a coffee and to wander around. “Hey babe !” You said very keenly as you noticed him. You walked up to him with way more spirit than he did. And when you got close enough, you started going in for a kiss. Until you remembered your resolution: no being over the top ! You swiftly played it off and greeted him with a wave. “Uhm, hi”. Nagi was kinda startled. What stunt did you just pull off? He didn’t say anything though, and you pretended everything was absolutely normal.

He didn’t admit it, but he was really looking forward to a kiss. At least a hug. That’s how you always greet him, it’s so enjoyable it reset the whole day's mood. But ugh, he was too lazy to voice it out. “So where are we going ?”. Nagi asked, looking at you dead in the eyes. “Wherever you please, babe”. “I don’t like choosing. Please take us wherever you think’s best. The closest thing from here if that’s what you want”. It’s nice how Nagi was kind enough to let you make all the choices in your relationship, but to you it also meant he wasn't that involved in it, and let you carry the burden of all decisions alone. 

“It’s okay, follow me then”. You signed him to follow you and come closer while you started walking. As he approached you, he started sticking his hand out, thinking you were going to grab it. But you didn’t. So he just looked stupid with his hand reaching at your turned back. “Oh.” He thought. “That’s how it is today”. As you were a bit ahead of him, he had, to his biggest annoyance, walked a tiny bit faster to catch up to you. He wanted to hold your hand. He even thought about taking the initiative for the first time in his life. But, ahh it seemed bothersome. And he was shy, although he’d never admit it.

“Babe… Are you… mad ?”. You were startled. First of all because Nagi was onto the fact that something was wrong. But mostly because it was the first time *ever* he used a pet name with you. But damn, it sounded good. “You should call me that more often, Nagi. I like the ring of it”. Nagi got sulky. It almost felt like you patronized him. “But no, not at all. Why would you think that ? Is there something that’s weighing on your conscience so bad that you’re getting paranoid ?” You finally answered, playfully. You were still looking right in front of you, scared to give in if you met his eyes. 

“Then why are you acting weird ?” “Weird, what do you mean ? I’m my usual self, and in a good mood too. I was eager to see you”. “Is that so ? Then why, then why… Why didn’t you greet me like always ? With a kiss, a hug and holding hands I mean. And why are you gaslighting me too… Do you think I'm dumb ?” To anyone, his voice sounded as lifeless as always. But someone like you, who knew his kind so well, could hear the poutiness behind it. 

“So you DO notice ! And you care too, is that so ?!” “Of course I do, why wouldn't I ? You really think I'm that oblivious ? So why did you do this today ? Is this a test ?” Nagi was looking you in the eyes and you had finally turned your head to him. “I did it because I thought you disliked it. I’m always the one going in for kisses, hugs or even holding your hand. You never react to it, even when I let go. I figured that, if it mattered that little to you, might as well not bother you. Although i have to say, if you thought i was too much, you could’ve at least said so. I would’ve understood.” 

“Well I didn't say anything like that because I didn't think anything like that. I like being close to you”. “But how could I guess ! You never tell me what’s wrong or what’s right ! Everything I have to figure out on my own because you don't talk to me about it”. “I’m sorry, I thought that me not saying anything meant I liked it that way. If it annoyed me, I would've said so.” “You don't have to only point out what’s wrong ! If you love me, let me know !” you said, teary eyed. “I do love you”. And for the first time ever, Nagi went in for a kiss. A good one at that. 

[geralts-yenn]

Believe in Me - Chapter 3

chapter warnings: mention of biting & vampire stuff, mention of sex, prostitution

word count: 2,9k

A/N: I had a lot of fun thinking about the club and I hope you like the first glance you can get at it in this chapter.

You can find pictures that inspired me for this one here. I think I have another 50 in my Pinterest board, I really love the club 😍

Please let me know what you think - reblogs and comments are always the way to make me happy! Tumblr only works if you reblog. Help me keeping this story alive 😘

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Maria helped Aurora to get some of her stuff out of her dad's house while he was at work. It wasn't that much anyway. Mostly the stuff she needed for her classes, some clothes and books. 

Aurora gladly noticed that the healing abilities of her body didn't let her down this time either. She was able to carry the boxes into Maria's car without her ribs hurting too much. Another few days with painkillers and she was as good as new.

They carried Aurora's belongings into Tara's house. Aurora tried her best to stuff anything away into the corner of the room, so she won't annoy Tara more than was necessary.

When they had put down the last boxes, Maria started rummaging through Aurora's clothes. 

"Nothing in here will work for the club. I can lend you something from my wardrobe - or we could go shopping. The first outfit is on me, sweetie!"

Aurora wasn't comfortable taking so much help from Maria, but her friend insisted, not taking no for an answer.

"We don't even know if they need new donors. Maybe you should call Charlie first before we go shopping for nothing." Aurora was still very nervous at the thought of becoming a blood donor for vampires. Though, it wasn't an uncomfortable nervousness. In fact, it was really exciting. The possibility of meeting Melot again popped up in her head every time she thought about it.

Maria shook her head. "He probably won't be up before sunset. But I am very confident that he won't say no to the eye candy that you are. Just let us go get you a nice dress, girl!"

A few hours later, the two women were back at Maria's apartment. They sat on the couch with some Chinese takeaway and after finishing their meal, Maria finally called her boss.

"Hey Charlie, it's Maria!... Listen, can I bring someone with me tonight? She's a friend of mine, really gorgeous, and she might need some extra money."

Charlie's voice was deep and had a hint of sinfulness to it. "Sure, my love. We can always use some new flavors. I will be there to show her the club, and we can talk about the conditions then, too."

Not long after that telephone call, the two women started to get ready for the club. Maria started some music and began to put on her makeup. Aurora got her new dress and shoes out of the shopping bags. 

She had opted for a simple red velvet dress with spaghetti straps and black platform heels. As she slipped it on, Maria's mouth fell open. 

"Damn, Aurora, I knew you'd look great, but this is so hot, girl, look at you! Those vampires better be prepared to get some delicious treat tonight!" Aurora just giggled shyly at her friend's words. Getting compliments like these wasn't something she was used to. 

The tension Aurora felt in her stomach peaked the moment their Uber arrived at the nightclub. It had been quite a while since she had been out clubbing. And this was a vampire's club, nothing like the ones she had seen before, Aurora guessed, and rightly so.  The music was the same, the set-up was the same, but yet the atmosphere was entirely different, already now. 

It was early in the evening, so there weren't any guests there yet. Just some people moving around the tables and booths, likely working in the club.

It was quite dark, dimmed candelabras hanging from the high ceiling and some candles on the tables. The walls, covered in damask wallpaper, gave the whole room a red glow. The bar was old-fashioned, dark wood, brass and red leather stools in front of it. The booths consisted of dark wooden tables with red leather sofas. There were even a few four-poster beds in the corners, looking very comfy with bedding of dark red velvet.

Maria took Aurora's hand and walked her through the large room to an area separated by red ropes. As the two women came to stop at the barrier, a man got up from a plush velvet sofa. He moved way too fast to be human. Aurora flinched when he was suddenly standing right in front of her.

He was tall, his hair cropped short, a hint of stubble on his chiseled jaw. He would have been attractive as a human. But, as he was a vampire, he could only be described as breathtakingly beautiful. His eyes had the same red glow as she had seen in Melot's. And the fangs that appeared when he parted his lips for a charming smile left her trembling in a mix of anxiousness and anticipation.

"Welcome to The Scarlet Coven! I am Charles Brandon, assistant of Mister Walker. You can call me Charlie, dear." Charles held out his hand, and to Aurora's surprise, when she put hers in it, he raised them to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on her knuckles.

"Aurora Russo." Her voice was a mere whisper, but despite the music already blazing through the speakers, Charlie seemed to understand perfectly.

"So, Miss Russo, if you want to follow me to my office, we can talk about the terms of your employment." 

Aurora turned to look at Maria, and her friend gave her an affirming nod.

Charlie could hardly hold back a chuckle when he recognized the girl who wanted to become a new donor. What a coincidence! He considered his options to react and chose to go with a little surprise. He could never resist the opportunity to tease his cousin. And this was an absolute brilliant opportunity for that.

Even if Charlie didn't know what exactly was the relationship between the girl and Melot, he definitely knew Melot was acting very suspiciously around her. And if Melot had known of Aurora's plan to work in the club, he would have brought her himself instead of Maria. So Melot must be clueless. Charlie was pleased to get to see more of Melot making a fool of himself, so this whole situation was just a sweet gift to lighten Charlie's mood tonight.

Aurora was following Charles along a corridor, the music now muted. Charles opened a door and guided Aurora to enter.

"Make yourself comfortable, please! I'll be with you in a minute. Just have to make a quick phone call."

Aurora entered the room that was the complete opposite to the rest of the nightclub. It was light, the walls painted in plain white. The desk and the chairs standing in front of it were modern, white lacquer, glass and chrome. The only thing that looked kind of old-fashioned was the large armchair behind the desk that was padded with light gray leather. Even the pictures on the walls were bright, colorful and modern. 

Aurora took a seat on one of the chairs and they were surprisingly comfortable. Nervousness took the better part of her again and she started to pick on the skin of her nail beds.  It was, in fact, just a moment later that Charles entered the room to join her again.  "Sorry once more, now I am all yours!" He gave her another of his charming smiles and started to talk about what Aurora had to expect if she took his job offer.

Maria had already explained most of it to Aurora, so it was more of a formality, and soon after, Charlie and Aurora had sorted out most of the subjects to discuss.

"One last question, if you don't mind..." Charles raised his right eyebrow. "Have you ever shared your blood with a vampire before?" Aurora had feared this question. Of course, she hadn't. And she wasn't sure if this was a disadvantage. What if she didn't react as expected when someone bit her? What if she panicked? Charles and Walker were businessmen after all, and they surely didn't want to risk their money with girls that hurt their reputation.

"No, I haven't" she said shyly. But instead of concerned, Charles seemed very pleased to hear this. A content smile spread over his face. He nodded and took Aurora’s hand. He turned it and carefully brushed with his thumb over her wrist.

“That leaves you different possibilities. There are some vampires that are willing to pay an extra fee for being the first, you know. This means you could make some good money effortlessly. But a lot of humans are more comfortable if the first vampire they are offering their blood is someone they know and trust. So if you know someone that you would like to offer this gift, that would be no problem either. Just think about it and let me know.”

Aurora had no time to think about this. There was a knock at the door that interrupted their conversation. 

Charles raised his eyebrow once more. “One moment!” he addressed the person on the other side. Then he turned back to Aurora. “Any more questions? Else, I’ll give you my number and you can call me and tell me your decision. Of course, you are invited to spend the night in the club if it pleases you. You can make up your mind if this is something you can see yourself in.”

Charles got up and held out his hand to Aurora and walked her to the door.

As he opened it, Aurora looked into a familiar face. “Melot!” she uttered, surprised. Considering the look on Melot’s face, he was even more puzzled to see Aurora in the office of his cousin.

“Aurora, what are you doing here?” His eyes darted back and forth between Aurora and Charles. In the end, he decided to keep his eyes locked with Charlie, a deep frown on his forehead.

Charlie enjoyed the encounter to his fullest, he was proud to see he had timed everything just perfect.

“Ah, Melot, there you are. Thank you for coming. I wanted to introduce you to our newest candidate for becoming a donor. But as it seems, you two are already familiar with each other. Would you mind taking Aurora to the club to show her everything?” 

Of course, Melot knew that Charles was playing games, as he had seen Melot and Aurora together. But that didn’t make it any less fun for Charles, apparently. 

Melot looked at his cousin, dumbfounded. “This is why you called me?” 

Charles smiled his most devious smile and nodded.

"August decided that you should take the role of a mediator between vampires and humans, right? I'd say, this falls into that category.“ 

Charles knew exactly as well as Melot that this was not what August wanted Melot to do. But Melot didn't complain about spending time with Aurora. To be honest, it was the thing he wanted to do the most ever since he had met her a night earlier.

He took her hand and guided her back to the club, choosing a small booth in the back of the large room for them to sit down. The music was louder now, and Melot had to bow his head down to Aurora, so she could understand him. He didn't have the same problem. Hearing was one of the senses that were highly increased, once you were turned into a vampire.

"How did you get the idea of becoming a donor?" he asked.

Aurora felt goosebumps creeping up her arms as Melot's face was so near to hers.

She scanned the room and after she had finally spotted Maria sitting at the bar, she nodded towards her.

"My friend Maria told me about it. After what happened yesterday, I need a job that earns me enough to be able to pay for a small apartment." Thinking about the night before, Aurora's eyes sank to her hands that were folded in her lap. She didn't want to bother Melot with her problems.

But Melot didn’t mind. “So, you won’t go back to whoever hurt you? That’s good!” He took Aurora’s hand in his and rubbed little circles over her palm. “You are safe with us. There will always be someone looking out for you, even if you don’t notice. Just make sure that you won’t be kissing someone after they fed on you. Or get their blood into your mouth in any other way.”

Aurora realized, she should have shown more interest in vampires and their way of living before she rushed into this situation.

“Is this how you get turned?” She thought she had read about it, but couldn’t remember exactly how it was done.

Melot nodded. “When you both exchange your blood, you will transform into a vampire, yes. Some assholes try to turn people without their consent, just for fun. They will try to kiss you after they bit themselves in the tongue, or they will attempt to add droplets of their blood into your drink. But this is an assault, and we’re taking things like this serious. There is a lot of security everywhere in the club. It’s my job to keep you safe.”

The idea of Melot protecting her made Aurora feel giddy, she felt butterflies in her stomach. And all these feelings kept her from even thinking about what Melot had just told her. She didn’t worry at all about her safety. As long as Melot was with her, everything that happened to her had to be fine.

She realized Melot was still rubbing her hand and she just couldn’t be more happy about it. Whatever it was that the two of them shared, it felt really good.

Slowly the club was getting more crowded. Guests were coming in, filling the booths and the seats at the bar, some already taking their place on the dance floor. It was spectacular to watch. Aurora could tell apart vampires and human donors without any doubt. The vampires were moving entirely different from their human guests. And watching them was almost hypnotic. The way they were dancing, or just walking or standing, was filled with so much grace and elegance.

So it was not just Melot that fascinated her. They all had this aura that was pulling Aurora into their spell. Yet, with Melot everything felt just a hundred times stronger.

Aurora could hardly suppress the urge to kiss him, to feel him as close as possible. When he asked her to dance with him, Aurora wasn’t even able to give him an answer. She just got up and let him lead her to the dance floor.

By now the place was crowded and it wasn’t possible to keep a distance, even if Aurora wanted to. Her body was brushing over Melot’s with every beat of the fast-paced song and her heart was racing in her chest just as fast. 

Two songs later, Aurora knew that vampires must have a lot more stamina than humans. Her breathing had become erratic and pearls of sweat ran down her spine. Yet Melot looked as if he hadn’t moved at all.

“I think I need a break!” she shouted up to Melot, not knowing that he would have easily heard her if she had just whispered.

Smiling, Melot guided her back to the small couch. “So how do you feel? Do you really want to do this?”

Aurora’s gaze wandered through the club. By now everywhere she could see vampires who were feeding from donors. Some almost hiding in secluded corners, some openly biting into wrists or necks at the bar or on the dance floor. And some in very suggestive positions where you couldn’t decide if they were feeding, fucking or maybe both.

The last ones made Aurora feel a knot in her stomach. Melot followed her eyes and guessed just right about her feelings.

“You are not expected to offer any sexual acts. Some do this to earn more money, but someone as beautiful as you will be making more than enough money just by offering your wrist.” He was smiling reassuringly at her. A sight she couldn’t get enough of.

“I think I want to do this!” She really needed the money. And if this job meant to see Melot on a regular basis, what more could she ask for?

Aurora bit her lip, not sure how to go on. She had made up her mind how to get over that “feeding virgin” problem, but now that it needed to be addressed she was getting shy.

“Melot, don’t you need to feed tonight, too?” His movements were far too fast for her to notice, but his eyes jumped from her face to her jugular and then, over her lips, back to her eyes. 

“I can bear to have to fast for a day,” he answered her quickly before he could think about the other possibility that made him feel way too excited.

But Aurora finally found her courage and proposed to him what both of them secretly had in their mind.

“I have never been bitten before. Charles told me that I could get some extra money for that. But actually, I think I would feel safer if someone did this that I trust in. I have to admit that I am a little scared.” 

She paused and brushed her fingers through his dark locks. Though the music and all the people in the club were still as deafeningly loud as before, somehow for a second it felt like everything was completely silent around them. 

“Melot, would you be my first, please?” 

Part 4

[needtoloveoutloud]

Apparently, a hot take on hive-mind tumblr?

Every time I see a post that equates pro-shipping or difficult, problematic themes in (fan) fiction and books and other stories with actual, real-life SA or whatever the topic is, I automatically assume that the OP lacks critical thinking skills and media literacy, fell for the dangerous Puritan movement that's sort of going on in the US (and other countries, too) right now and is likely 14 y/o (or at least mentally stuck at that age) and simply jumped up on that dangerous bandwagon of wanted censorship.

Also, a little bit of hope dies within me.

I could write a damn essay on why equating the “experiences” of fictional (read it again: fictional aka NON-EXISTENT characters) with the trauma and experiences of real-life people is incredibly harmful and hurtful.

To somehow put the plot of a story on the same level as what actual victims went through under the guise of "omg you write/read something like that, so you must support this" is so disrespectful, on so many levels. To everyone affected.

(for example: in my story, I wrote about a 4 y/o girl that got kidnapped by child-traffickers. Does not mean that I a) condone that shit in any way shape or form in the real world and b) am a kidnapper and/or child trafficker myself...? I don't even know why this needs to be clarified?)

Only because some people don't like something that does!not!actually!harm! a real-life person, doesn't mean that that thing should be forbidden or censored. This is so, so incredibly dangerous. I feel like we have learned nothing from history. How about we just start burning books again? That worked out amazingly in the past and wasn't a catalyst for any big issues at all, right?

Assuming stuff is properly tagged, it's your own responsibility for what you consume online. If you are under 18, this applies too. A lot of authors feel uncomfortable to sharing their work with minors, which is completely fine, and they are in the right to do that. If you still continue to read a story (or in the case of AO3, click "accept" when the warning pops up that a story might include adult themes (graphic description of violence, sex, language, whatever, really): then it is on the minor (or the parents who didn't oversee their child's internet activity). Authors are not their parents or guardians. If minors have unrestricted access to the internet (which I am not sure they should have, at least not when you're 12 or something, but then again: I'm no one's parent), then all you can do is learn by experience. You lie and pretend you're older than you are? You click "understand" and read a story that involves adult themes?

If you do all that, despite the site's warning or the author's warning, then you do not get to complain that the story is intended for people who are older than you, have more media literacy and critical thinking skills to be able to differentiate between fiction and real life or the fact that the story contains adult themes — as it was tagged. WHATEVER adult themes are included.

Trying to censor stuff or illegalize things only because YOU subjectively think they are wrong or immoral or whatever opens the door to a lot of dangerous effects that we, in a civilized society, had to work hard to bounce back from in the past — historically speaking.

Some countries still have major restrictions and censorship of stories, books, and whole websites (that do not harm people) and it was often possible to implement such laws and censorships because it was argued (in the beginning) that it was for the protection of young people or because all porn is inherently bad or stuff like that. Then, it opens the doorway to a lot of other censorship, and then it's too late or very, very hard to reverse.

Idk, there are just so many things wrong with the notion of "anti-shipping" or "I wanna censor shit you read/write because I don't like it/think it's immoral" and, personally, it just rubs me the wrong way.

God, I can already feel people starting a discussion or blocking me or unfollowing me or whatever. And you know what's the beauty of it? You can do that — because we, luckily, have the power and responsibility to be in charge of what content we actively consume online. :)

P.S. I shouldn't have to say this, but obviously (as stated) my take on all of this only applies to fictional characters. Writing SA stories on real, existing people (celebrities or not) is not okay.

Feel free to ignore this, feel free to jump in to discuss this topic like adults, idc, really :D Just wanted to voice my thoughts to the vast void of the interwebs

Also: feel free to help educate me if you think I lack background information or stuff.

[mamaladeskies]

What's Drake Doing? And Other Thoughts

Wa Gwan Delilah

So Drake just dropped 'Wah Gwan Delilah' and it's not receiving much love from twitter.

Aubrey's Angels are liking it though, claiming it to be satire.

Not every one of the Angels liked it though and they were quickly labelled as not being fun at parties because sometimes "it ain't even gotta be deep I guess"

I listened to the song and I thought it would have been okay if the autotune was not present which I guess is part of the satire. Still, the autotune was so bad it made it hard to concentrate on what was being said. A second listen is out of the question. In fact, as I write this I am trying to forget what the song was about.

I'm kind of debating between this and Sexxy Red's 'U My Everything' which caused worse ear damage.

But Why Did Drake Put Out Such a Song?

Why would he ruin 'Hey There Delilah' like that? 😭

Is he just trolling Kendrick? Kendrick called out Drake in numerous instances for not being himself; a Canadian with a middle class background who's not about the "tough" life he seems to glamorise. Kendrick even went as far as imitating the Toronto accent to put his point across!

If Drake is trolling Kendrick, I don't understand why he had to do it this way. Why! Rapping over the BBL Drizzy beat would have been okay, but on that Sexxy Red's song? And this Delilah song with that God awful autotune? "every antic is feelin' distasteful"

Dude think about your passerby fans. The one's who like your pop songs and don't mind that you cosplay being gangster or the fake accents, the ones who play you in clubs because of the catchy tunes, the ones who give you those streaming numbers you like. They won't get that you're "cheesin', fam".

Mind you, I don't like Drake. Matter of fact, I hate that dude. Before, I didn't care for him, he wasn't on my radar like that, but then he dissed Meg and I had a valid reason to HATE (I didn't know about the grooming allegations then). ☹️

I tried to get into Drake's stuff when 'If You're Reading This it's Too Late' came out but his music wasn't for me.

The few songs I've enjoyed of his I can count on one hand and only one, 'Fucking Problems', ever made it to my playlists and that I can largely attribute to how nice a group effort it was, Drake is really good with the melodies.

Yeah, I don't like him BUT crodie get up!!

But, like in a way that makes sense.

As many of Aubrey's Angels have pointed out, Drake is in a damned if he do, damned if he don't situation. What I personally refer to as "if it's not the consequences of my actions".

If he had taken a break, he would have been trolled for being silent.

BUT if Drake had come out with a banger... what then? If he came out with a banger that broke #1 he would have still been trolling Kendrick. In fact, he should have made one that ensured everyone dances and waves their hands for a decade to come.

Let's wait and find out, he's going to be in Camila Cabello's Album so maybe that will be his big come back? Though I've seen him being trolled for this collab, as it is playing into the allegations of him being a culture vulture because he chose to work with Camila who did some racist stuff in the past, right here on Tumblr, and I just love how the internet never lets her forget.

Did Drake Really Lose?

Drake lost on the internet. Though both he and Kendrick have been accused of serious stuff, (domestic violence and grooming), the internet is very keen on hating Drake. Do I secretly love it? No, I'm very publicly in love with it, let's never let the Drake hate go.

Reason why I said on the internet is because people at work still play Drake in the cafeteria and no one got it when I played 'Not Like Us'. If I have to hear 'God's Plan' one more time...

Drake kind of lost the streaming war. Drake in general is one of the most streamed people ever, he always tops the charts and when Spotify wrapped comes out I am always disappointed to see he is a lot of people's number one.

But before 'Euphoria' and shortly after 'Like That', I remember listening to 'Good Kid Maad City' and Kendrick was at 62M monthly listeners, now he's at 78M, he's broken a bunch of records that were previously held by Drake with his diss songs and his albums are charting again.

Drake, on the other hand, his new songs are being trolled, even his pre-beef songs are not doing very well with daily streams, he hasn't lost listeners though but he's not gained many new ones.

Everyone and their grandma seemed to listen to 'Not Like Us'. It was being played in Brown weddings, a bar mitzvah and an Anime Convention with the crowd actually singing along. One month later it is still going strong. Mind you Aubrey's Angels were saying Kendrick's songs are not bops, but not many are bopping to 'Family Matters'.

Why Did Kendrick Win the Rap Beef?

Kendrick won! This is not just a biased opinion of someone who has loved his music since I saw his performance of 'The Blacker The Berry' during the 2016 Grammys, but also as a Drake hater. 😊

What I expected from this battle is for Drake to win, not because he's the better lyricist but because I thought it would be a popularity contest and Drake is more popular.

So Kendrick won because he is the better rap artist, he read that man to filth, he had a better strategy, he had a better understanding of his opponent, and he crafted such a good narrative on 'Euphoria' that predicted where this beef would go:

Kendrick dropping 'Meet the Grahams' less than an hour after Drake pushed the red button with 'Family Matters' and Drake not understanding 'Mother I Sober' in 'The Heart Part 6'. Here is where Drake lost me.

Okay he lost me with the you're short and have small feet in 'Push Ups'. "Drop, drop, drop, drop" was catchy though, I admit. Drop, drop, drop, drop that album Kendrick!

Kendrick did his homework, quoting "remember" and "it's too many options" but Drake didn't. Kendrick basically spilled all his trauma in 'Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers' and gave Drake free ammo that he didn't use.

Clearly this is why Drake is not on that conscious shit, he doesn't have the literacy for it.

Drake made fun of Kendrick's fiancé for being lightskin in 'Family Matters' instead of calling him out for cheating with a white woman. Then Drake said Kendrick's son is lightskin when clearly he is not.

The lies! Let's not even start.

He could have gone harder on Kendrick for working with Kodak Black, who has an ugly history and really hates (Black) women, and Dr. Dre who has a history of domestic violence then tied it together with his own accusations that "they hired a crisis management team to clean up the fact that you beat on your queen". Someone teach Drake how to craft narratives.

Lastly, he should have focused on Kendrick alone, no one cares about your beef with Rick Ross crodie!

But Why Did Drake Lose the People?

Drake being a culture vulture, his grooming allegations and having Baka around have never been reason enough to incite deep criticism from the people before because we've seen how society loves to look away from such allegations, Kendrick's alleged domestic violence is being dismissed, such allegations are not even taken seriously in instances like for Chris Brown where there is undeniable proof.

So in Drake's instance, people are actually choosing to believe these allegations now.

And that's what I am curious about why now?

[imaginespazzi]

Honestly everyone should probably mind their business a bit more! Agree about the UConn students seems crazy they're on sites like tumblr spilling tea. Wouldn't you want to protect them from all us nosy snoops?? Have some school spirit, damn.

Everyone complains they don't share anything and all of this is why. Put yourselves in their shoes, they can't do anything without someone popping up out of the woodwork reporting on it, stalking younger siblings and family member accounts, jumping into mentions of random people who share something because they're excited to have met them, etc. And let's not pretend Tumblr is some safe haven anymore, I see lots of stuff pulled directly from here on TT and other sites.

Let them do their thing for their last years in college and have fun. We can all see the stuff they want us to see, they deserve that after everything they've been through the last few years, and especially recent. Not shading you at all, just feels like things can get out of hand at times, so I'm glad you've been one of the people who've said everyone should relax a little bit.

Have some school spirit is killing me 😭

But yeah no notes, all of this! Like I love the crumbs we get but it's definitely a little much to me to go interrogating people who meet or see them. It's unfair to those people too who were probably just excited to share meeting people they admire. And of course, please, please, please keep children out of this.

And yeah unfortunately tumblr isn't quite so safe anymore, which is part of why I don't use tags so my delulu's a little harder to find unless you follow me.

I've said this a couple of times, but everybody just have fun and vibe and enjoy what we get. There's no need to go that extra little bit to make things weird or stress yourself out about something that really don't affect your life. We pretty much never lose anyways so keep it cute, keep it fun and keep it cordial<3

[featherlumina]

8, 12 and 17 for the ask game 😁

Thank you so much @duttfisch! Apologies for the Genesis spam below, haha. XD

8. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about.

GENESIS BEING INCLUDED IN THE NIBELHEIM INCIDENT. People treat this like some unholy retcon, the greatest narrative sin Square Enix could've committed via the Compilation. And I for one think that's a complete over-reaction.

Seriously. Sure, Sephiroth's definitely not in a good mental headspace by now, but having Genesis water the freshly planted seeds in Seph's mind in the reactor only serves to drive him further down in a really believable way. I always found it a little odd how quickly Seph seemed to spiral in the OG (admittedly Rebirth handled it better), so I think the addition of Genesis makes the scene more fleshed out and raises even more questions for Sephiroth to investigate in the manor.

And a fun one for good measure that's been disproven by Nomura himself - the fact that everyone is like 'hurr durr Genesis can't come back cause Gackt says no / Square won't pay for his likeness'. Admittedly less people are using this as a 'ew no Genesis is icky he can't come back' now, but it was SUPER annoying for like a decade up till this point.

12. The unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them.

Feel like I should be putting my clown makeup on at this point because yep, my answer's Genesis! Again! XD Between the rest of the awesome peeps / moots on Tumblr who've argued for why Gen actually is or has the potential to be really interesting, I think it's fairly obvious why, but I'll summarise my view.

Basically, Genesis suffered from poor writing. Between that and the intense LOVELESS quoting making up the majority of his dialogue, I can see why it frustrated people. But if you look beyond that you'll discover some really neat stuff:

Having Genesis (and by extension, Angeal) as prototypes to Sephiroth actually makes boatloads of sense scientifically. You can't expect ShinRa to pop out Sephiroth on the first try, can you?

Genesis can basically go toe-to-toe with Sephiroth for an extended period of time, which is just... insane, when you think about it. Cloud and Zack have both reached similar heights but Sephiroth is just on a whole other level, so the fact there are a select few who can last against him is just really neat.

Bro had his world shattered and understandably lashed out at the company that shaped and controlled his entire existence. We're on Zack's side for Crisis Core, but it's pretty clear the real world-destroyers are ShinRa, and I think Crisis Core could've done a better job at helping us see Gen's perspective a bit more.

His aesthetic is just gorgeous, let's be honest here. That red coat is iconic and I want it. Superb character design (bless you Gackt for choosing red over black or white.)

Canonically he was well-liked and respected by the majority of SOLDIER, given that he convinced so many SOLDIERs to leave with him. People don't just follow you to the ends of the earth willy-nilly. Also, despite being an 'introvert' and averse to large people groups, he displayed kindness and gentleness with his younger comrades. Gillian called him 'such a good boy' for a reason, damn it!

...and I probably have more, but my hands are tired. XD

17. There should be more of this type of fic/art.

Honestly, I'm a sucker for hurt/injured/degrading Genesis and him both going through trauma and then being comforted and cared for by his loved ones. It's a major part of why I started Thing With Feathers after all. XD

I also love seeing how people explore Genesis' relationship with his changing body/his wing. I could read stuff about that for days.

Also would love to see more written redemption arcs for Genesis, whether it's through 'what-if' AUs or post DoC.

Lastly, I'm not hugely into overly sexual stuff, so any of the above fics without anything explicit is just *chef's kiss*. Of course I understand that many folks love the spicy stuff on its own or mixed into a plot, and that's okay! Just not my cup of tea is all.

[lunarubra]

This is me blabbing away and trying to make sense of this crazy moment that's my life... Kind of like a PSA, without a real structure.

(Let's start with an apology, this was supposed to be short, just a couple of lines long, asking for some forgiveness for being so absent, and it turned into a small vent about my crazy life. Synthesis has never been one of my strongest features, apparently.)

Life has been crazy lately. April, May, and June are always hectic months for a teacher, and this year looks like it's going to be even worse. Right now, I'm juggling a full teaching post, a university research, a social life with a partner, a new kitten bringing me everyday dead lizards (she is a serial killer in disguise), and being selected as an internal commissioner for the high school diploma this year. And no, the last one is not an honor; it's more like a punishment for younger professors who don't have the authority to say no to older colleagues, plus a ton of paperwork and two more months of work while everyone else is on holiday. Yuppie for me. But joking aside, I'm not complaining about my job. I'm happy to teach, and compared to a lot of other jobs out there, I feel privileged to do what I'm doing. I love my kiddos, and even though most of the time they behave like dunderheads, teaching supports my creativity and gives me so many insights into my life.

But let's get to the point of all this. I am feeling slightly guilty for not being as active here as I should be and for not having enough mental energy and time to dedicate myself to writing more. To my lovely mutuals, I'm in awe of all that you're posting right now. I apologize for not replying and commenting on your amazing content as much as I would like. I just wanted to say, it's not because I'm disappearing; I'm just really busy, and I can't wait for the moment when I'll feel more chilled and can treat myself to all your new chapters, moodboards, and all the amazing content you're creating. I know I am being a small silent weight in your tag list, so thank you for still including me <3

About "Shadow of the Sea," I have a chapter ready and one WIP of the following one. I want to post the one that's ready sometime in the next week, but after that, I'm not sure when I'll be able to write the next one. So Jiyan and Cillian are taking a small break. I'm going to continue the story; this is not a goodbye. I have many ideas and plans for those two idiots; I'm just waiting for some writing energy and time in my schedule.

And yeah, I understand if you're thinking, "Are you aware that your blog and story are read by less than 10 people and no one really gives a damn?" Yes, I am aware, and this post is mostly for me, writing it down it helps me a lot, giving some sort of clarity. However, I've had the chance to meet amazing creators since I got busy on Tumblr again a couple of months ago. People who supported me and helped me, so this is more me trying to explain why my support isn't at its 100% right now and trying to excuse myself since I feel like a horrible mutual right now.

Ah, one last thing, maybe the only thing that will pop up on my blog are some "Slow Horses" GIFs. Thanks to Alex, @cillmequick, Jackson Lamb, and River Cartwright have become my new obsession, and creating GIFs is one of the few things that calm me after a busy hectic day and make me use some of that creative energy left.

I think that's it. Please still free to write me and contact me about my fic, blog, shenanigans; I will try to reply as soon as possible. Sending you all a big hug if you arrive till the end of this long long lengthy text xD

[underforeversgrace]

broken trust and the wounds hidden behind

title: broken trust and the wounds hidden behind

words: 4,352

Chapter 4 of 7

Story summary: Jack wasn't meaning to snoop in his son's room when he found a box of medical supplies and a USB with a tag that said IF I DON'T COME HOME. Danny’s secrets revealed, Jack is desperate to earn his son’s trust, to earn the right to this secret he stumbled across. After almost two years of unknowingly hunting his son, is Danny's trust too broken to heal? NO ONE KNOWS AU

@astatia-ghast

AO3

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Conversation fell to easier topics and then to comfortable silence as they finished their meal.

“Dad?” Danny asked, halfway back up to his room.

“Yes, son?”

“I love you.”

Jack’s face hurt from the size of the smile that drew across his face. “I love you too, Danny.”

The rest of the night went by without much fanfare, each of them retreating to their beds.

Though Jack was apparently the only one to get a full night’s rest, according to the ghost alert going off three times for low level specters - Phantom pinging for a moment then disappearing again each time.

The next day, Jack went out and purchased a burner phone like Danny had suggested, loading in only his number. He kept an eye on his ghost alerts, waiting for Phantom’s signature to pop up, but he never stayed active long enough for Jack to join. He kept a check on the narcotics under his son’s bed as well, breathing a sigh of relief each time no more were taken.

Days passed like this, Jack never catching Phantom active long enough to bring the burner to him, Danny pretending to be the same son Jack had always known, Jack pretending not to notice every time Danny favored one of his sides.

“You alright here if I go out a while?” Jack asked after over a week of this.

“Uh, yeah, I should be fine. What’s up?”

“There’s been a lot of low level activity recently, just wanting to get out of the house and keep an eye on it.” And run into your ghostly half so I can give you this damn phone already.

“Oh, yeah, have at. Trigger the ghost shield if you’re worried.” Danny shrugged.

That was exactly what Jack did later that night when he left, wishing his son a good night as Danny shut his bedroom door.

He rode around in the GAV for over an hour before Phantom dinged onto his tracker. Jack watched it as it went towards the local park and settled, not moving again as he cut a very illegal, very wide U-turn and headed to the park. 

Jack parked the GAV (again, very illegally, very widely, and now quite rudely if it weren’t the dead of night) and hopped out, grabbing the portable tracker. Phantom was still here, no other ecto signatures pinging. Jack pushed forward even as the tracker led him into the forest, which just grew thicker and more treacherous the further in he went.

He turned the tracker off when it said he was close, realizing he needed to focus on where he was stepping as the wilderness tried to bring him to his knees (or, more likely, his rear end).

Despite his best efforts, though, his foot caught a root and he face planted, landing with a huff as the wind was knocked from him.

He heard a startled gasp as he landed and looked up, taking in where he was.

It was a large clearing, surrounded on all sides by thick trees, though it had a good view of the sky and the stars above it. Sitting a few trees away was Phantom, back against one of the larger trunks, looking at Jack as though Jack were a ghost who’d scared him.

Jack chuckled at the thought. 

“Jack?” Phantom asked, slowly sliding away from him.

“I’ve been looking for you, Phantom! You’re one elusive ghost, you know that?” Jack answered, unhooking his foot from the root and drawing himself to his feet, wincing when his ankle did not take that well.

“…looking for me?” He squeaked, no longer trying to be subtle as he backed up, scrambling up to his feet and darting to the opposite side of the clearing.

“Oh no, not like that, kiddo!” Jack tried to reassure, taking a step forward. His injured ankle liked that even less and he quickly sat down before his ankle had the chance to give out on its own.

“Are you alright?” Danny asked, coming back closer to Jack, though not without continuously watching Jack’s hands.

“Ah, think I sprained my ankle.” Jack said, waving it off. “It’s fine.”

“Uh, here,” Phantom said, coming fully towards Jack and kneeling beside him. He sent Jack a cautious look then gently touched his hurt ankle, thick ice radiating from his hands and soothing the budding ache.

“Neat trick there! Can’t say I’ve ever seen another ghost with ice powers!”

“Uh, I’m an, uh, ice core ghost? We’re kinda rare.” Danny admitted, reaching around and rubbing the back of his neck shyly with one hand.

“Ohhhh, what other kinds of cores are there?” Jack asked. Phantom flinched back slightly. “Only if you want to answer! Sorry, I’m a little overexcitable sometimes!” He added on quickly.

Phantom gave an amused snort. “I think that’s putting it mildly, Jack.” He said, studying the ice on Jack’s ankle. “Is that too cold?”

Jack rolled his ankle some, feeling the twinge of pain dulled by the comfortable ice. “No, that feels great, actually!”

“Good,” Phantom said, pulling his other hand away as well before sitting down just out of Jack’s reach. “You said you were looking for me?”

“Oh, right!” Jack said, reaching to grab the phone from the seat beside him, only to remember he wasn’t actually in the GAV and had left the phone in the passenger seat. He groaned, dropping his head into his hands. “I forgot it.”

Danny’s laugh as Phantom was so odd, Jack decided. It was so definitively his son yet so eerily also not him with that echo. “You forgot why you were looking for me?”

“No, I remember that! I just… forgot it in the GAV.”

“Forgot what?” He asked. Had he actually forgotten or was he just really good at playing the part?

“I bought a cell phone for you and put some minutes on it - so you could contact me if you ever needed help.”

The shock on Phantom’s face told Jack that Danny had genuinely forgotten. “You bought me a phone?”

Jack nodded. “It was my son’s idea, actually. I was talking about how I wished I could check in on you to make sure you were okay, especially to make sure that you never… never went missing again without being noticed.”

“Really? You’re sure you aren’t overshadowed?” 

“You checked! Do it again if you want!”

Wordlessly, Phantom nodded and began pulling his left glove off. “Can you pull off your glove, too? I want to make sure your suit isn’t interfering somehow.”

Jack plucked his glove off as well and shoved his hand towards his ghostly son, who grasped it immediately, staring into Jack again.

At the contact, Jack jerked his hand away on instinct - his skin was so cold with no barrier, it nearly hurt in its chill. Phantom’s eyes narrowed and a blast began to grow in his opposite hand. “Wait, no, sorry! I didn’t realize how cold you were!” He apologized, holding his hand out again.

He was prepared this time for the deep chill, the nearly aggressive bite of the cold. Jack had lived in Illinois for years, lived even further up in the north a few years too, and this was still the harshest cold he’d ever felt against his skin. But he didn’t falter. Again, the short shock of cold through his entire body and a surprised look on Phantom’s face.

Phantom didn’t release his hand as he spoke. “I don’t understand.”

Despite the icy sting of the contact, Jack squeezed the hand he held softly. “I want to help you, but I can’t unless you let me. I’m sorry it’s so hard for you to believe me.”

When Jack squeezed his hand, Phantom quickly released Jack, apparently unaware he’d kept his grip. “I just… people don’t want to help me. They either want me to handle the problem and then go away or finish me off. No one’s ever wanted to help.”

“Well, people tend to want the same of me - the fix it and scram, part, at least. No one wants to off me.” A look passed over Phantom’s face at Jack’s words that made Jack think maybe someone did want him dead, but Jack continued forward. He wanted Danny to talk about himself, not Jack. Wanted to show as many times as needed that Jack Fenton could sit still and listen. “That looks painful.” He said, pointing to the back of Phantom’s still uncovered left hand, where the green lightning streaks wrapped up and around.

Danny looked down at his hand and grimaced, though didn’t move to hide it. Instead, he flipped it over, showing Jack his palm, where the worst of it was. In person, it looked worse. The circle seemed so dark it was nearly black, the green bleeding out of the black center more electric than his eyes. “Only sometimes.” He admitted.

Jack hesitated. He and Maddie had always speculated it would be an intensely bad idea to ask a ghost about their death, but the basis for that had always been on the theory that ghosts could neither feel true emotion nor remember their human lives. Clearly, this wasn’t true for Danny, maybe it wasn’t true for any ghost.

He had to have faith in Danny. “Do you want to talk about it?” He settled on.

“Thought you weren’t supposed to ask the dead how they died unless you wanted to join them?”

“You won’t hurt me.” Jack said with absolute, genuine confidence. “And you know you’re welcome to say no.”

Danny paused. Jack waited patiently. He had never been a patient man but this whole thing with Danny was turning him into one. He refused to push. Finally, Phantom pushed up the sleeve of his jumpsuit to his elbow, scooching closer and holding his hand out. Jack, pulling his glove back on, accepted his hand, Jack’s own dwarfing his teenage son’s.

“I was electrocuted.” He said simply.

“I assumed - these are very distinctive Lichtenbergs.” Jack answered, gently turning Danny’s hand over, studying the branches. “Is it normal for them to still hurt? Like, for all ghosts?”

“No, I’ve just got spectacularly awful luck.” Danny responded. “They… they flare up whenever I get hit by electricity.”

Jack grimaced guiltily. “Like the weapons we use?” He was absolutely demolishing the Fryer as soon as he got home.

He shrugged. “It’s not like you’re the only ones.”

“Can I hug you?” Jack blurted out.

“Huh?”

“Can I?”

“Uh, sure?” He answered, moving over and sitting so close Jack could feel the chill around him.

Jack pulled him into his arms, holding him against him. “I’m so sorry. I am so, so sorry.” He confessed, feeling himself cry. “You’re just a kid.” Jack tacked on, to try to justify being so emotional. ‘You’re just a kid’ and ‘you’re my kid’ were close enough, anyway.

“Hey, I was sixteen! Practically an adult.” Phantom huffed, but allowed the contact, arms wrapping around Jack. 

“Still too young. Especially for what I’ve done. No one deserves what I’ve done.” Jack said, playing along with the age lie. After all, technically Jack shouldn’t have any reason to question the age he gave.

Jack held his son for as long as he could without it being awkward - Danny wasn’t his son right now. He wondered if he’d live the rest of his life with this guilt, with more guilt added every day. He’d been the one to notice Phantom’s aversion to electricity, after all. Maddie had never noticed - she may be the better shot, but that also meant she didn’t always see when the shot hit. The mental image of those green scars glowing blue with new electricity made his heart clench. Was there an award for worst father ever? Because he felt like he’d earned it.

“You aren’t planning on doing it anymore. That’s all that matters.” Danny said as Jack broke off the hug, smiling gently at the older man.

“You’re awfully forgiving, kid.”

Danny shrugged. “I’ve needed to be forgiven too.”

They fell into a silence that was surprisingly comfortable. After pulling his sleeve down and glove back on, Danny leaned back, holding himself with his hands behind him, staring at the sky.

Several minutes later, Jack began noticing the color of the clearing changing. It’d been bathed in white light this whole time from Phantom’s glow. Now, it had gotten darker and the light seemed to be shifting? He looked at Phantom to see if he saw it too, but broke into a stunned grin when he found his son was the source of the change.

The white of his aura had faded and the aura itself had grown larger - now a kaleidoscope of the rainbow shimmering around Phantom’s form. It reminded Jack of the aurora borealis in the way it seemed to move and breathe, though it had every color Jack had ever seen. It was genuinely beautiful. The freckles on his cheek glowed white and traveled across his face.

The whole family had gone to a planetarium a few year’s back. Danny’s favorite part had been when they’d gone into a huge, pitch black room. Darkness had been nearly absolute, barely able to see their hands in front of their faces. Then the room had burst into light, dots of varying sizes appearing on the ceiling. They’d begun to move and occasionally little lines would pop up, highlighting constellations then fading away before the next lines came up in a different one.

Jack smiled at the fond memory. Danny had been breathless, eyes the size of dinner plates, for the entirety of the show.

That was what Jack was reminded of as he watched his son. He wondered if Danny was unknowingly pulling from the memory as he watched the freckles turn and twist across his face, the same little lines appearing and fading.

The sight was a soothing balm to Jack’s soul, that he hadn’t even realized was inflamed. This was a side of Danny he recognized and remembered fondly. It was warming to see everything he had suffered hadn’t taken away too much from him, from who he was.

Danny, apparently sensing he was being watched, moved his eyes from the sky, smiling shyly at Jack, the colored aura brightening back to white. “I, uh. Like space.”

Jack laughed. “I’ll admit, I don’t know much about it. My son, Danny, knows more. He’s been trying to become an astronaut since before he could even pronounce the word correctly.”

Sadness pulled the humor from the smile across Danny’s face. “I hope he makes it. I’m sure NASA has some rigorous standards.”

“I believe in him. I think he just needs to believe in himself.” Jack said, hoping Danny would eventually understand the double meaning behind it. The faith Jack had in Danny Fenton, had in Phantom, had in the entirety of his son.

“Maybe you should tell him that sometimes.” Phantom said, then blushed green. “Just, like, as a kid his age. It isn’t always as obvious to us as parents think it is.”

Had Jack told Danny he was proud of him recently? He suddenly wasn’t sure. “I’ll keep that in mind. He has a hard time but I believe in him. Whatever he does, he will succeed at.”

Phantom smiled at the ground before changing the topic again. “You still wanna know about cores?”

“I’m a father first, but there’s no denying I’m second a scientist.”

He chuckled. “There’s a lot of types of cores. Ice, fire, water, electricity, and light are some of the rarer ones. Most ghosts actually have earth cores. They’re the ones with just basic abilities - flight, intangibility, invisibility, ecto blasts. The ones with other cores are the ones who tend to have more abilities. Do you know the names of any of the ghosts that frequent here?”

Jack knew more after seeing the USB files, so now he had to try to figure out which ones he should reasonably know. “Uh, a few of them? Technus, Skulker, Ember?” He decided - those were ones who liked to yell their names a lot.

“Yeah, those are some of our regulars. You may know more when I mention them. Anyway, Skulker and Ember are both earth cores. Technus is electrical. Plasmius - the Wisconsin Ghost - is a fire core. The Box Ghost, Spectra and Bertrand - who you met last week - are more earth cores. Some have even more specialized ones - there are some ghosts who are pretty much the basis of gods, and they are entirely unique. There’s one with a core of time.”

“A time core?” Jack asked, dumbfounded, though he hung to Danny’s every word. This entire time, he hadn’t even considered how much he could learn from Danny, he’d been entirely focused on gaining his trust. And while that was still his entire goal, it was nice that some of his curiosity could get tended to.

“He kinda controls time?”

“A ghost. Controls. Time?”

“He’s a friendly ghost!”

Jack remembered a listing for Clockwork in the flash drive mentioning time control capabilities but he’d been so thrown by his son’s confession he hadn’t even lingered on it. “That’s, uh. Interesting? So some ghosts are even more powerful than I’d ever thought. You’re already at the high end of our scale’s standards, after all.”

“Heh, yeah…” Danny said, rubbing his neck again. “I’m at the high end of ghost standards too. No one really knows why some ghosts are more powerful than others, it’s just something that happens.”

An odd sense of pride stirred in Jack at that. His boy, powerful among beings more powerful than most humans!

“Good thing you’re on our side then, huh?” Jack asked, nudging him with his elbow.

The smile that lit up on Phantom’s face was nearly blinding. “You actually believe that, don’t you? You really trust I’m not evil?”

“I do.”

“Thank you.”

Jack reached out and grabbed Phantom’s shoulder, shaking him gently. “You’re welcome, kid.”

“You had a phone you wanted to give to me, right?” Phantom said, standing up.

“Yeah, left it back at the assault vehicle, though.”

“Well, you probably shouldn’t walk on that ankle anyway. How about I give you a lift and you give it to me there? And I’ll melt the ice so you can drive okay. That ice won’t go away until I will it to.”

“Good idea, kid! You ready to go? I’m good to sit out here a little longer with you.” Part of Jack wanted to stay, to watch the nebula surround Danny again as he soaked in the stars, but Danny just nodded, hovering around and picking up Jack as though he were lighter than a feather, hooking his arms beneath Jack’s.

Quickly they rose in the sky, the ground rapidly disappearing further beneath Jack’s feet.

“You at the parking lot on the south end or the west?” Phantom asked as they floated over a hundred feet in the air.

“South end.”

Phantom didn’t say anything and veered them towards that direction.

“How fast can you fly?” Jack asked. He knew Phantom’s top speed was pretty high, though he assumed they were going pretty slow for Jack’s sake.

“I’ve never actually tested it? Don’t really know how. Pretty fast, though.”

“Well, if you ever want to test it, I’m happy to help. I’m sure I’ve got a speed gun somewhere. Nothing invasive or scary or more than you want to do, of course.”

“I may take you up on that. I’ve always kinda wondered, y’know?”

Jack was undeniably thrilled at that response. It wasn’t a yes or a no, but it wasn’t fear. They flew for several more minutes until the parking lot came into view and he gently dropped them towards the ground, phasing directly into the GAV and setting Jack into the driver’s seat. Danny glanced down at his ankle and the ice melted, taking the cool numb with it. At least it was his left foot that had gotten hurt and not his right, so he was still good to drive. Phantom grabbed the black phone and charger from the passenger seat, holding it for Jack to examine. “Is this the one you wanted me to get?” He asked.

Jack nodded. “It has my number in it already. Call me if you ever need me, okay? Don’t suffer in silence.”

“Heh, I’ll try. I don’t know how well a phone can survive some of the more, er, expensive property damage I tend to get thrown into.”

“Well, let me know if it gets damaged. I can replace it, but do try to be careful.” He said with a laugh. “But if it’s working and you get hurt, I expect a call, okay? And don’t try to hide it - I do have access to TV, after all, and news vans tend to love you.”

Phantom rolled his eyes. “You’re telling me. I swear, half the damage I cause is because I was trying to protect humans and defend myself at the same time. Amity Park’s citizens apparently don’t seem to care how dangerous being close to a fight like that can be!”

“I think it’s because they believe in you.”

“Huh?”

“They don’t get that close to me or Maddie - even when it’s just Maddie. They don’t get that close to the Huntress. But they believe in you to keep them safe.”

“I think they’ve just forgotten what common sense is.” He joked, but there was a thoughtful look on his face. “They’ve sure never said they believe in me, plus I’m still the one getting blamed.”

“Do you ever look for the praise as hard as you do the condemnation?” Jack asked, sitting back in his seat.

“Huh?” He repeated.

“You see the blame and the hate easily. But do you see the praise? I do. It may not be explicit, but it’s definitely there. When there’s a ghost sighting, it’s you that people wonder when you’ll arrive. When there’s a big threat, you’re the one they turn to, especially after the Pariah Dark incident. Try looking for the good things as much as the bad, kid. I think you’ve been looking at the bad for too long.”

Danny blinked a couple of times, mouth slightly ajar. “Maybe… maybe you’re right. I just need to look harder.”

“‘Course I’m right. You already said that it isn’t as obvious at your age when people believe in you.”

“Hey, did you just turn my words around on me?” Phantom asked, laughing.

“My daughter said one time that was a good parenting technique. I’m not your parent, but seems like you need some positive parenting, too. Or at least just some encouragement.”

“I’m not complaining.” He laughed, tucking the phone and charger into the jumpsuit pocket.

“You’re allowed to, though, you know. Complain. You don’t have to pretend to be perfect all the time. Not around me, at least, I can understand trying to be flawless with Amity’s normal citizens.”

Danny looked at him thoughtfully. “Your kids are lucky to have you, Jack. You’re a good man.”

“I try to be, even if I don’t always succeed.” Jack responded, though he felt his heart grip in on itself in his chest. He had trouble feeling like a good man, a good father, someone his kids were lucky to have. Would another kid have been so afraid of his own family he’d hide his death for this long? Or would another child have faith his parent’s love would transcend his death?

“No one’s perfect, Jack. All you can do is your best. Maybe you need to look for praise, too.”

“I’ll look harder if you will.” Jack semi-joked.

Phantom laughed. “Deal. You good to drive with your ankle like that?”

Jack tested his ankle, slowly rolling it. It twinged with pain but was manageable, especially since it wasn’t his dominant foot that he needed to work the pedals. He nodded. “I’m good, Phantom.”

“Then it’s time for me to get going, too. Even ghosts gotta nap.” He said, lifting up from the ground.

Before he had the chance to phase out of the vehicle, Jack stopped him. “Seriously. If you get hurt, you call me, understand? I know you said you know how to tend your own injuries, but you shouldn’t have to. Let me help, okay?”

“I promise - I’ll call you next time I get injured enough to need anything more than some gauze and duct tape.” He said, then disappeared through the roof.

Well. At least that explains Danny having the duct tape in his room. But why in the name of God was he using duct tape to hold gauze? They had medical tape! Jack sighed. Another mystery he needed to solve, another question he couldn’t ask outright. Well, not to Danny. Maybe he could ask Phantom next time he saw him because there was no way that didn’t hurt!

Then again, his son seemed to have a concerningly high pain tolerance.

Jack really hoped the pain tolerance was a side effect of being a ghost, not just from being in pain so often that pain had just become a fact of life.

As he drove home, though, he couldn’t help but feel hopeful. Danny had taken the phone, had talked to him. Had answered a ghost science question. Two full conversations with his ghost half (and a few pro-Phantom sentiments sprinkled into conversations with his human half) and Danny was actually talking to him.

Part of Jack hoped Danny would call him. Part of Jack hoped Danny never got hurt enough to need the phone.

All of Jack knew he’d get hurt enough to need his father within a week, though. Even without Jack and Maddie shooting at him, he had plenty of other detractors.

But now he had an ally who loved him and was not afraid to protect him with their own life.

When he went to bed that night, he dreamed of a planetarium with a Phantom cloaked in rainbows and stars in his face shining as he put together a model rocket.

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

HOOLY GUACAMOLE!! 2K!!!! I can't thank you all enough for being here and sticking with me through everything. My spontaneous breaks, my break downs, my rant posts, and most of all... Thank you all for reading my fics!!

TIME FOR SOME TREE SAP!!!

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AND NOW FOR...!!! WRITERS THAT I STAN AND FOLLOW RELIGIOUSLY BECAUSE THEIR WORK IS AMAZING AND YOU SHOULD FOLLOW AND READ THEIR STUFF AS WELL IF YOU DON'T ALREADY!!

@inniejeonginnie : the first dates headcanon was honestly the cutest damn thing I've ever read, and I wish I could reread it just to feel that fuzzy feeling I felt when reading all the members headcanons one more time for the first time. You put every single one of my exes to shame with your words and I thank you because I realize now my standards should have been higher and now they are. We all deserve the first dates that you wrote. Thank you so much, I love you <3

@telesvng : Your text posts are *chefs kiss* just amazing and perfect and I wait for them to pop up on my main page when I open tumblr. I'm so glad that I came across one of your posts and started following you because you're amazing. Thank you for posting, I love you <3

@feelbokkie : Thank you for feeding my delusions. Thank you for writing. Thank you for your contributions to my imagination. I usually read your text posts before bed because it further feeds into my dream delusions... So thank you!!! Thank you so much for being an amazing writer and I can't wait to read more of your work. I love you <3

(yes I end almost every thank you with an I love you -platonically obviously- but everyone deserves to be told that they're loved, and that they're appreciated. So thank you all again, and I love you <3)

[rjalker]

February 12th 2023: don't donate until this part is removed! someone stole my fucking wallet.

I'm making this my pinned post because I am tired of suffering.

Here's the link to my actual About post. Read it if you're going to follow me, it has my DNI as well as tags I use for things so you can blacklist them if you want/need to.

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Hi I'm fucking too disabled to work but have to get a fucking lawyer to get fucking disability SSI from the stupid fucking government because it's literally designed to make people give up before they get their gods damned money.

I literally don't even eat even a single meal each day.

I'm also trans and would like to fucking medically transition someday but at this point I've just fucking give up that hope because I will literally never be able to afford it unless capitalism gets smashed tomorrow. in which case none of this matters, but that's not going to happen because that's not how revolution works so fucking anyways

also we're out of ibuprophen and I have fucking menstrual cramps right and yeah I should probably get fucking tested for endomitroiosis or whatever the fuck it's called but you know what else I don't have? Health insurance. Because I'm too disabled to work, and even if I could work literlaly no one will give me a full time job that wouldn't literaly just end up killing me.

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My paypal, venmo, and cashapp are all "Rjalker".

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You can also tip me through tumblr.

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I have the Redbubble prices set so that when you buy a product I actually get a decent cut instead of $2 max. If you buy a pin, for example, I get $9.

My paypal icon is the same flower design as my tumblr icon. I don't think cashapp and venmo have icons but if they do I'll make sure they're the same too.

Check out and request more pronoun pins on my sideblog @custom-pronoun-pins

This post is being made November 30th 2022 but unless they suddenly invent No Longer Disabled pills it's just not going to have a fucking "this is no longer relevant" date because this shit isn't going to get better.

Here's what your money will be going towards if you donate:

rent, $500 a month for my half

phone bill, $35 a month

water bill, around $35 a month

internet bill , $45 a month

cat food, cat litter, and vet visits

groceries

clothes

fixing the washer or just buying a new one

fixing the dryer or just buying a new one

all the fantasy and scifi books I'm going to write that I will literally be giving away for free because if it's not clear enough yet I fucking hate capitalism. You will be able to download the books for free endlessly and the only time you'll have to pay money is for the cost of the materials to make the physical book.

we literally have not had a functional washer or dryer for the last like five fucking years in a row. All our clothes have to be washed in the fucking tub and then hung up in front of a fan to dry, or put in the fucking pop-up air dryer we found that takes for fucking ever and can't hold more than a few things before it stops working almost entirely.

I'm making this my pinned post because I'm tired of suffering. I'll fucking put the other one back when capitalism ends or I get the fucking disability SSI I literally would have been getting from birth except for the fucking idiot in the government who decided to fucking remove us from the fucking disability list when we turned eighteen when they took us off the fucking survivor's benefits of our fucking dad dying.

No I am not fucking joking. My twin and I were literally born four months early. We were literally guaranteed disability SSI from the moment we were born because of all the shit that went wrong and the fact that both of us were blatantly fucking autistic and had dyslexia and all this other shit.

And some fucking government worker fucked up when we turned eighteen and not only took us off the fucking survivor's benefits SSI, which overrode the disability SSI, but also fucking took us off the list for the disabled SSI.

Literally assigned abled at eighteen.

And I still haven't even fucking been diagnosed with anything for my physical disability because again! No health insurance! Because I can't work! Because I'm disabled! And since I can't work I can't get my disability diagnosed! Which means I can't get accommodations! It's literally a fucking endless cycle that will only stop if I or capitalism die!!!

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Update 12/11/22: The water bill for November has been paid! Thank you!

[georgieluz]

Dou you think that Netflix streaming The Band of Brothers and The Pacific expand our little fandom? If it expands what changes happen? Will be the changes in good way or bad way?

i think it depends on if they throw it on the front page or if they just add it and you have to come across it yourself. i do think more people will discover it and enjoy it. i think we may see a few more blogs popping up but i don't know if it'll be on as big a scale as other fandoms, or for newer shows. if they promote it a lot and have it splashed across the main page then i think we'd definitely see a lot of people talking about it (mostly on twitter though, rather than here)

if we do end up with a mass expanding of the fandom, i think it could go either way. it's always nice to have a few more people around and i'm always down for welcoming new people into the fandom. i think it'll be worse over on twitter, rather than here. i find that when netflix adds shows, the new people flock to twitter to talk about it first. but then again, they may go there looking for hbo war fans and find it empty, so they may go looking further and figure that tumblr is their only real option, since it does feel like we're the only place with an interactive hbo war fandom. but maybe all the new fans will congregate over there and there'll be twitter hbo fans and tumblr hbo fans and not much crossover or overlap between us.

i used to be part of the f1 fandom over on the (ex)bird app and all the dudebros kicked off when new fans came after watching drive to survive, but it really wasn't bad. in fact, it was nice to see new people fall in love with different drivers and the sport. like imagine watching someone become obsessed with doc roe for the first time? or become completely unhinged because winnix will NOT stop flirting with each other in every damn episode, or they notice webgott's chemistry and write a massive post screaming about them for the first time. it might just be really fun to see. people seemed to enjoy me liveposting my first watch of the pacific, so maybe it'll just be a lot of fun things like that when new people come? i know that with a huge amount of new people comes the higher chance for drama and bad eggs, but i do think we've got something special here which will be hard to ruin. the f1 fandom on twitter was already a complete mess with drama every single day and just generally being a horrible place to spend your time, so it's really not comparable with our fandom here, but that experience did make me realise that even if there's a lot more new people, they tend to adapt to the specific ways of the fandom they're entering, rather than disrupting it.

maybe i'm just being optimistic and they'll come and burn our fandom to the ground but i'm choosing to look on the bright side.

alternatively, i was also in the tennis fandom and we had a huge influx of new people and it got really really toxic and pretty much ended the original cute little thing we had going on so :)

ultimately, i think it could go either way (good or bad) but whether it'll be a big noticeable change here on tumblr depends on whether netflix gives it all the bells and whistles when it adds it to the site and whether new fans find each other on twitter first or not.

also it's only going to be on us netflix and no where else apparently. obviously the usa is fucking huge so it's still y'know, impactful, but yeah, just a small thing to note?

it'll be interesting when it finally does happen though, maybe we should make a bingo card of predictions lmao

[freetheshit-outofyou]

Hi Sir.

First, thank you for your years of service.

But thank you also for your intelligent, interesting, often funny, always thought provoking Tumblr!

(My own Tumblr is, um, less high minded.)

We may be very different men in some ways, but your ideas on government, self defense, outdoor recreation, food, nature, married life, and most other subjects are right on, Sir!

On marriage, I happen to have a husband, not a wife, but I think for both of us the experience is an amazing journey of discovery and adaptation.

On self defense, I was never in the military. Honestly I don't know what half the weapons you post are. I just try to do a little karate, and lately a little kobudo in my "old age." (59, the oldest I've ever been!) But I marvel at your evident skill and breadth of knowledge. The whole point of being able to fight, after all, is to attain peace.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts online, Sir!

Just when I’m sure the Human race is beyond recovery someone pops up and reminds me there are still good damned people on this blue sphere we call home. @hoss-sc, First and foremost, thank you for your kind words, with that said I have been accused of a great many things, High Minded is not one of them, but I'll take what I can get. Thank you, it is my honor to have served, I found more than I’ve lost and it changed my perspective on so much. It is true we are different men but as I have found, people as individuals, devoid of the separations and segregation that are placed on us by society and governments see more eye to eye than we know. When you understand that the very people, organizations and governments that keep putting us in little boxes are the very one’s fanning the flames of hate and distrust. Reminds me of this scene from Men In Black.

I don't have much need of those little boxes, those categories that we are yoked with. I chose who I like, or dislike, based on who they are not who I'm told they are. As I have said many times on here I don't care where a person comes from, who they bend a knee to, who they sleep with or what color they are. My baseline qualifier is what kind of Human they are. I have never had one of those artificial sub-categories clarify a person for me, only time and actions can so that. The chaff will always separate from the Wheat given enough time to do so.

I am pleased you and I have much more in common than not. I think every Human has Rights that exist before the laws of men. I think life outside teaches more practical lessons than and room and 4 walls can. I think Governments should be small and people should be allowed to be free. Hoss, I’m glad you have found your love and your happiness, damnit it is a rare thing in this age of instant gratifications and disposable relationships. With that said I have been married 3 times, the first one left me while I was deployed, the second one stabbed me and the one I spent all those years looking for, well, we’ve been together 17 years this July. I don’t care if one is in a same sex relationship or an opposite sex relationship, who people sleep with has very little to do with me or what I think of them. I’m sure you and I could have long conversations about the boxes society has created to keep people both locked up and hidden in. Self-defense, Man this hits me to my core. EVERY HUMAN HAS THE RIGHT TO SELF-DEFENSE!! Self-defense is the cornerstone to living a life free from oppression either from thugs and criminals or oppressive governments. I think everyone should learn a form of unarmed self-defense and learn to use firearms because deferring your safety and the safety of those you love to someone less concerned about your survival just isn’t the greatest option. I taught unarmed self-defense for 10 years and I have taught armed defense for close to 30 years, each one is an important aspect in our personal responsibility to not live in victimhood. A few years back I started training in Filipino martial arts (kali, escrima, arnis) with a guy out at NAS Fallon, it is so different from the traditional Jiu Jitsu I started with in the 90’s and the Gracie style of Jiu Jitsu I did for many many years and the same style my kids do now. I trained at if for a little over a year before the guy got orders and I haven’t found an instructor since, small town blues. I cannot accurately express how important I feel self-defense is. But, as you know, as we get on in the years all the shit we did to our bodies in our younger more rambunctious years starts to slow us down. I’ll be 53 in June and all those “Oh shit, I survived that!” moments remind me that I am not quite a spry as I once was, but I’m also not dead. I will never be as fast or agile as I was at 20 or 30 or even 40 but I will never go down without a fight, it’s just not in my DNA. Thank you again, I mean that from the deepest places in my soul. “The ultimate aim of martial arts is not having to use them” ― Miyamoto Musashi, A Book of Five Rings: The Classic Guide to Strategy

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Hi Val ! just a little note to thank you for creating Nini because it's super rare to have a black oc with a lot of updates so I hope you will continue like that🫶🏼I've been following you since before you deleted your account🫡 so when I saw that you had taken it back I was super happy ✨️ I just wanted to know if you knew when you were going to post or if you had to rewrite everything. big kisses to you and Nini 🫶🏼

Hi Angie!!! Omggg you are sooo sweet! Thank you thank you thank youuuu! I appreciate you sticking with me after all this time! I still get shooked when readers tell me they've been here before I deleted everything. I should also apologize to you and the old readers. I deleted everything abruptly with no explanation and I never realized just how happy my writing made so many people until I started getting messages on my personal Tumblr blog. And I'm like damn.

What made me start writing again and reposting my work was when I got a text message late last year from one of my elementary school mentors. I've kept in touch with her ever since and she had asked me if I was still writing. That question lit the fire again. I've been asked that question by so many people but when it came from her, something just sparked in me and I said to myself, "I fucking miss this shit. Let me start over,"

So, I set everything up. It's pretty cool to start back from the bottom and get rediscovered. I call myself a beautiful accident when people come across my stuff. I'm satisfied with reposting my work and being a smol part of the Black K-Pop community. I've become more of a casual fan of BTS and I don't follow too much K-Pop like I used to. I surely missed A LOT but it's exciting to watch and read over the things I missed in BTS from late 2020 to now.

I chose to finally write on Wattpad, too. I never used the site like that but I was like, I'm older now, let me at least try to write on it and I fell in love with it. I found the PDF of Bangtan Gal and then I began to reread and edit each chapter. Although lots of gifs and photos aren't there like before, I would rather have all the chapters I wrote for the story be here over some replaceable gifs and photos.

I rewrote a lot of things. Like the dialogue to make sure it would say "Jennie said" instead of "Says" and as I would reread certain chapters new ideas would come about and I would add to it which helped me get my groove back. A good example is the War of Hormone chapter when I thought of even more ideas of Jungkook helping Jennie get used to being in the presence of his stage persona when they perform together for the song. When he grabbed her back and asked her "Where you going?" when she started backing away was in the heat of the moment and I thought it was funny and pretty cute. And then him saying to himself that he hoped to be her boyfriend in his head at the end was another last minute idea when editing.

2+ years of writing the chapters and now I am back to where I stopped writing. It's surreal continuing the story. I hope you all bear with me for the slow updates. I missed how frequently I'd post the already prewritten/edited chapters lol. I was so excited to post this story again.

But anyway, I appreciate you all for taking the time to check out my creativity. I'll continue to work hard! :)

[paradoxespersonified]

Hey @staff, @wip when I filled out your survey this is NOT what I meant by a better, user-friendly UI. this is fucking ridiculous. You could have kept this notification in the background SO EASILY. in fact, YOU DID BEFORE THE CHANGE! I don't want to be notified if something gets posted successfully if I'm fast-reblogging on mobile! That's why it's fast!!!!!!

Each line of notification equals just (1) reblog, and they pile up, making it impossible to fast-reblog multiple times or successfully scroll. It takes more than 10 seconds for the pop-up to go away unless I bullseye-hit that tiny little arrow on top! OVERWRITE YOUR NOTIFICATIONS. I DONT NEED TO SEE MORE THAN the status of the MOST RECENT REBLOG. Seriously, who is in charge of making these UI decisions? Who gets the final say should be shot (not the programmers u guys are lovely)

CORPORATE LISTEN TO YOUR DAMN USERBASE AND YOU'LL GET USER GROWTH ORGANICALLY! Do you seriously doubt the power of your user base for doing your own peer-reviewed marketing for you? We were doing it just fine before the recent 7 years of Tumblr.