#don't feel obligated to respond

[solbound]

@phantasiiae ( count )

Soleil hummed softly in response as he put away his tools. Now satisfied with his work. He hadn't played with makeup in a long while. It was nice to know that he wasn't as rusty as he thought. He'd given Zack a subtle glamorous look. With blush, dark lashes, and a dusty brown to make Zack's beautiful skyblue pop. Along with a small smattering of shimmery glitter. And a little bit of gloss to soften his lips.

"I spent an entire year living in Wall Market. I stumbled my way into the drag queen community there and they taught me how to do makeup and hair." Said said with fondness in his tone. Sometimes he really missed his friends and wondered how they were. "I then just kinda always dressed up and immersed myself in the style of dress. It helped hide who I was, since I really didn't want to be found at the time."

Soleil reached out then, taking hold of both of Zack's hands to pull him up, then dragged him towards the bathroom with a wide grin on his face.

"Come look. You look absolutely devastating. Next we'll have to find you something nice to wear to match."

[destinationtoast]

🐈💔

I'm sad to report that Little Kitty Fantastico, aka "Tico," passed away earlier this week, at age 9, after a heart failure. He died at home, surrounded by love and cuddles.

He was such a good and beloved little guy. He was bonkers for lettuce & other greens, and he absolutely could not be trusted around salads. His skills included perching atop walls and keeping watch on everything below. Like his sisters, he was long and had arms that went on forever. He was usually both the goofiest and the floofiest of all his sibs, especially when he was begging for belly rubs.

He was exceptionally sweet and snuggly. (Especially with Winter, who is very sad now. 😿) We will miss him so much.

[benkeibear]

Please don't go to my moots asking where i am / if I'll be back 🥹

I said I'm not doing okay and that I need time for myself right now and I kindly ask to respect that.

The mental health isn't mental healthing and living with bpd next to a chronic depression is hell on most days. The good days are rare atm so I need to focus on myself in order to help myself to feel better. I'm in no state to be on here and act all happy and cheerful when I contemplate admitting myself to the hospital just to stay alive a little while longer.

Next to that we have a family situation with my mom in a critical condition and I'd like to be there for my family and help where I can.

I don't want pity or anything I just thought I let you know what's really going on behind the scenes since it's apparently necessary to ask numerous mutuals when I'll be back and what not just because I haven't been online for 3 days.

As of now I don't know when I'll be back. A lovely mutual of mine will come visit in 2 weeks and we move right after. Maybe I'll be back next week, maybe in a month. Perhaps I'll just pop in for 2-3 days and disappear again. Please be patient with me, I'm trying my best to heal.

[icewindandboringhorror]

I occasionally wish to reach out to old friends/acquaintances I haven't spoken to since high school/some other even earlier time in my life, but I have SOOO little social energy even for required tasks (like making dr phone calls or etc), I never have any leftover for extra ones, and it would be very odd to message someone I haven't spoken to in like 5 years out of the blue but then take 4 entire months to respond back lol.. My natural curiosity with nostalgia/collecting details of the past/etc. (literally if I were born a little earlier I would definitely do scrapbooking or something lol) is very strong, but, alas, not strong enough to beat out the Social Issues Demons apparently

[grimowled]

;psa: it's always ok to start multiple things with me, regardless of how many threads we already have going on. never feel obligated to reply in a certain order, or reply at all to ongoing stuff if you are not feeling it at any moment!

[meadowlarksabove]

Peeling fruit for - @caesaremvehis

There were fresh fruits placed on the table. Another perplexing sign of luxury decorating a space which had only yesterday been used as their war room. With them were pitchers of water, a modest assortment of wines, and trays of meat which disguised the smell of fire and metalwork with different aromas of levity. The maps which they had used the night before had also been rolled out of the way to make room for a tapestry of Mother Ceres, and another of Mars. 

Caesar had sat at the head of the table, naturally, just at the foot of his divine Father. But after an hour or so of enjoying the festivities had to excuse himself on some official business. Another headache most likely, though no one dared think it, and desperate to keep their thoughts elsewhere, his officials decided to mask the absence with a quick exchange of seats. At which point, Vulpes moved to lead the front, taking Gabban with him beneath the red god. 

Conversation resumed after that, with little comment on the war, but of different recollections of home instead. Some from the southern rim, others closer to New Mexico, and all of them shared their first impressions of the growing city of Flagstaff with varying levels of praise. 

It seemed to Gabban, then peeling the fruits for his princeps, that their sycophancy was more pronounced than usual, exaggerated to an absurd degree. Even without their Caesar present, the imposition of an implied authority was still at play, and moved them like mongrels dressed with civility. Sniffling, whining, and pawing at a master that wasn't even there anymore. A kind of ridiculous servility which must have long distorted the men of their memories into the beasts of burden sitting at present. Himself included. 

No amount of learned politeness, however, could have disguised the predator tick of their heads as the doors swung open and all of them snapped at attention. Nor could Vulpes hide his displeasure at recognizing the young Legate and the arrival of their loyal men. The seating arrangements would have to change once more, but the fox, either annoyed or put off from the celebration with this interruption, decided it was best to leave in that instance. Better to abscond than admit weakness. Gabban began to stand until he felt the hand of his master on his shoulder. 

Sede et audi. 

They shared a brief glance, and he moved no more. Instead, he readjusted himself in his chair and waited for the rest of the men around him to take their places. Gabban had the useful, and awkward, advantage of ranking higher than the added troops and lower than the young official now forced to his left. For this reason, he was being used as a convenient spy by his dominus. He’d thought of refusing them, or of persuading Vulpes of some other scheme. But the conspiracies played between flanking authorities were not his to criticize, only obey. 

The Legate settled down, and discussion resumed despite the obvious tensions felt among the soldiers. Though with time, and with wine, that would soon be forgotten. Gabban for his part took to peeling the fruit once more, now placing them neatly on the plate of the new lead of their party.

[cxpperhead]

"You'll be surprised how bad I can hurt you if you try anything stupid."

He's not kidding. There's a dull crack as Copperhead realigns his lower jaw, snapping it back into place after a punch or three had dislocated it. A quick yawn ensures nothing had been permanently damaged but he does not attempt to bite the man again. Had Copperhead been born an ordinary human, he had no trouble believing he'd be nursing a broken jaw right about now, and understood this was no ordinary foe he was dealing with. "So I can imagine. You must be the one they call the Punisher." He responds calmly, eyeing the iconic skull emblazoned across the other man's chest. Copperhead supposes he should be grateful all he's gotten so far is a punch to the face - the things he'd heard about this man and what he did to his enemies could turn anybody's blood cold. Still, that didn't mean he'd simply give in. Copperhead had a job to do and couldn't afford to waste precious time and energy playing cat and mouse with the vigilante when a contract was still alive. The end of his tail gropes around blindly, slitted eyes fixated on that of his foe's while the end of his tail slowly wraps around the leg of a nearby wooden chair.

"But you must understand I've got no quarrel with you. You've got bigger fish to catch in this city." Copperhead remarks before the chair goes flying, in an attempt at forcing an opening between himself, Frank Castle and the closest exit.

[jellicle-chants]

fyi i got sick like yesterday so you are ALL obligated to be nice to me until i feel better

[junebiologist]

My therapist says

I should talk more

So

I'll talk here

...

I miss Dave.

This year was my first birthday without him

Ever since

His death.

Oh, Dave

I wonder

If we never played that game

Would he

Would he still be here?

Oh

...

Wow

What would he think of me now

I just know

He'd say something stupid

To try and cheer me up

But

He's not here

Is he?

...

Death really is permanent, huh?

[oh-hools]

valentibners thoyghts yesterday: i love my girlfrebd and i wish i wasn't so sleepy all the time

[medicinemane]

Sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy

You have... very very very very very very very very smart people you know, and they're say something that not only isn't true, but literally is as opposite of the truth as it's possible to be... and you'll... gently inform them "hey, it's actually a bit more like this" and then they just kinda... go on saying literally the exact same thing

I'm not sure if it's just that... I often feel like I must be very bad at communicating, or people must just not notice/ignore a lot of what I say, but... I don't know

Like dearest friend, you've said something as absurd as... I don't know, it's hard to say without saying it, but honest to god about as absurd as saying the United States was a part of the USSR, that level of completely getting it backwards

...and it just doesn't seem to matter when I try to explain it... I legit don't even know if you read what I said

Really end up feeling like I'm going nuts sometimes

[amorxsomnia]

@byanyan liked for a starter!

The incense that burned throughout the pet shop could nullify most odors but there was one that remained particularly pungent, enough for D to be able to pick up on it. The animals already knew; birds and beasts alike had become agitated, feathers and fur standing up on end as they hissed, growled and whined at the strange smell in the air. "Now now, settle down. I'm sure whoever it is doesn't mean us any harm." D coaxed, his voice low and soft as he ruffled T-chan's fur. T-chan, the young totetsu who in his animal form resembled an odd lamb with fangs and claws grumbled as he grumpily settled in D's arms and allowed himself to be carried while Q-chan chittered away, leading the way down the maze of corridors where their guest must have ventured down to... And that would not do. Who knows what they'd cross paths with in their injured state. D sniffed, the scent of fresh blood growing stronger as he turned the corner to see a young person, another asian to be precise. They were certainly bloodied up, though how much of it was another person's blood and how much was their own had yet to be determined. "And here I was about ready to lock up for the night. No matter though, you're quite welcome to stay if you need to lie low for a little while. I do insist on helping you treat any wounds however, mind you. It's causing quite a stir amongst my animals." T-chan growled again but D merely smiled and set him down, apparently satisfied there was nothing to worry about. He did not approach the newcomer just yet however, rather extending an arm towards them slowly as though he were dealing with a wild animal ready to snap at a moment's notice.

"Or, you could leave if you've decided you've taken a wrong turn. It's really up to you what you prefer."

[alittledizzy]

I hope one day you can look back at this period and recognize how much you wasted your time. Dnf already peaked long before you had your eyes on this fandom and they are never coming back. I’m not sure how you can continue to create content when the party is fully over, and has been, for at least 2 years now.

As someone who religiously read your fics when I was a phannie it’s sad to see you spend your talents on a man who groomed his teenage fans. You are involved with some seriously deranged people. You’re old enough to realize that this is wrong. Get help soon.

This feels like a bait ask, but I'm going to go ahead and respond to a couple of points:

You're conflating the fun of shipping something with the need for it to be reality. I can decide I want to write fic for people that haven't been in the same room for thirty years and if it's fun to me, it's just as valid as two people who are actually together. But even setting that side, your take is weird as hell because they literally live together. The fact that their previously long distance friendship that happened almost entirely online is less online now that they live in the same house shouldn't shock anyone, and it isn't a reflection of their closeness.

You're presuming a lot about the personal lives of real people that you don't know. I'm not saying I know Dream and George are a couple, because that's not something I have enough insight into to be able to say one hundred percent. But on the same note you can't presume to know for sure what is or isn't between two people you also don't know.

Dream did not groom anyone. It is categorically untrue. There were three accusations made against him; two of them were almost immediately retracted and the people making the accusations admitted they were lying. The third made an accusation that they sexted three weeks before her 18th birthday, but has been unable to provide any proof of anything except polite, completely non-sexual conversation between them. On top of he evidence strongly pointing toward that not happening, a 21/22 year old dryly texting an eighteen year old over a period of a couple of months is not grooming, and to try and reframe what grooming is just hurts actual victims of it.

Joining internet witch hunts and believing anonymous burner accounts with no proof that dox the people they're claiming are victims just shows a lack of critical thinking skills on your part. So if you genuinely believe any of the above, then I'm glad you enjoyed my fics in the past but I strongly recommend just unfollowing and blocking me.

[marinerainbow]

@wicked1will0sparkles I know you suggested Grimhilde could be the Jessica to Poppy's Roger in an AU (and I'm definitely writing something for that!), but imagine if it was Shiny who got to be the Jessica of the relationship (I say that like she isn't already XD)

I'm thinking that maybe the weasels are looking into some case that the girls are somehow related to. Maybe Shiny is the one being convicted of murder after having to 'deal' with a particularly nasty patron from the club, and Poppy is trying to prove her innocence. And they get separated, just like Roger and Jessica did, while they're both trying to figure everything out, too; Shiny taking matters into her own hands, and Poppy teaming up with the people she thinks can help.

Also, just- in general, I can definitely see Popshine in Roger's and Jessica's scenes. Shiny explaining that Poppy makes her laugh. Poppy defending Shiny and finally losing her patience before getting hit by bricks. Poppy writing Shiny a love letter!!! I had to try re-writing some of the scenes with them XD

Warnings for some cursing. And murder mention.

~

Poppy watched from the side of the van as the weasels entered the building, worry written across her face as her fingers dug into her palms despite all the guns and knives the Toon Patrol carried with them. She definitely didn't want to be anywhere near whatever was going to happen to the guy they were after, the one who was supposedly behind Shiny's framing, but being out here on her own acting as a 'look out' didn't sit right, either.

What if Shiny was in there? How could she stay out here while the man who hurt the woman she loved was in there? She couldn't just stand here doing nothing!

'Deep breathes, Poppy.' The rabbit kept reminding herself, taking in the shaky breaths that didn't at all help her anxiety and brimming anger right now, 'They need a look out. You have to help them now... We're just one step closer to proving Shiny isn't a killer. Just focus on that...'

Inhale... Exhale... Inhale... Exhale... Stay calm. Stay rational. beep the horn twice if you see or hear anything. That was all she had to do. She couldn't flake now-

WHACK!

Everything went black for the horror toon, and her unconscious body would have fallen onto the concrete ground. If it weren't for the one responsible for her concussion catching her in her arms.

"I'm sorry, baby!" Shiny whispered, feeling her heart ache for her honey bunny as she carried her body to the red convertible parked around the corner, just out of sight from anybody who might peak outside the windows- which was a good thing, considering the commotion Shiny could hear from the building. She didn't need a stray bullet to hit Poppy, "I promise I'll make it up to you when this is all over."

After securing Poppy in the trunk of her car, the soft look in the performer's eyes turned merciless before she set her sights on the complex where that bastard was. It was high time to clean up this mess.

~

"Come on!"

It wasn't everyday that Smartass took orders from anyone, or let his patrol do the same. But it seemed like tonight was an exception as they all followed her out of the alley, no questions asked.

They all turned a corner, but came to a sudden stop. Shiny's eyes somehow grew wider and flashed a lime green when she saw the state of her wrecked car. Or rather, the fact that her trunk was open and empty, "Poppy? Fuck, where'd she go!?"

"Poppy?" The pink suited weasel repeated, looking at Shiny incredulously as she looked around her car in a panic, as if the rabbit in question was somehow hiding in the rubble, "That dame ran on us back at-"

"No, she didn't!" Shiny whirled around with an even meaner look on her face than before, causing Stupid to step back nervously while Psycho decided to take a sniff around the wreck. She was this close to popping that shrimp a new one, "I was keeping her in the trunk to keep her safe!"

...

"Keep her safe??"

Shiny narrowed her eyes at the smoker before huffing and looking away. She didn't have time to argue about her lack of options. Not with Poppy and the real murderer on the streets, "We ain't getting anywhere in my car. Where's your guys'?"

"Oh! It's gone!"

"WHAT!?" Whipping their heads towards the direction that Stupid was pointing, everyone could see that their van was not only stolen, but the street looked like an utter mess. More so than usual. Like someone was driving like a maniac. Or an idiot. Psycho cackled, finding this situation utterly hilarious for reasons mostly unknown, while Wheezy pulled out a few new smokes with a shaky hand. Greasy groaned and muttered some spanish curses to himself, and the proud smile on Stupid's face melted when he saw his boss' ear twitch, "... SON OF A!-"

"Calm down, Smartass. It looks like it was just Poppy." Shiny, slightly calmer now with her theory, sighed as she glanced to Psycho. To which the loon nodded as he recovered from his laughing fit; either that nose of his was somehow able to conclude this, or he just agreed with her theory. Either way, Shiny was willing to take it, "Pops isn't the best driver. She must be at her wits end if she's stealing."

"THAT'S SUPPOSED 'TA MAKE ME FEEL BETTER HOW!?"

"Mierda. You could say she's a better lover than a driver." Greasy, of course, couldn't stop himself from stepping beside the dancer and making such a comment. Though the lack of a perverse grin on his mug and the more sarcastic tone in his voice showed he was getting just as frustrated as his team was. And was the only reason Shiny only rolled her eyes at him as opposed to sending him a death glare.

"Better than you could possibly be, I assure you."

Apparently though, Greasy wasn't upset enough not to let out an offended huff and look down at the lady weasel incredulously, "I'll admit, senora, she's a cute one. But what could make you say such a thing?!" Was that rabbit not as innocent as she looked?? Oh, he was gonna have to get her secrets when this was all over... It could be part of her payment to all of them for doing this damn job.

For the first time that evening, Shiny's lips quirked up in a small but loving smile before she sighed and crossed her arms. Not at all bothered by Greasy's disbelief as she looked at him straight in the eye, "She makes me smile. That's what."

~

"Tie 'em up! We'll handle 'em later."

Despite Shiny's resistance and Poppy's attempt at a rescue- bursting into the building with the tommy gun she had found in the weasels' van, before getting yet another smack to the head- the two women were forced back to back and bound together. It was that God forsaken proof toon rope too, so neither of them could try to pull any toony tricks up their sleeves to get out of this bind.

Shiny snarled and even tried snapping her teeth at some of the goons, especially at the ones who seemed to enjoy subduing them a bit too much. That didn't stop them, of course, and Poppy's pleading of them to back off of the weasel was only met with mockery. But it wasn't taken any further than that, fortunately. And the two were left alone when the brutes walked away.

Poppy tried to control her fearful trembling. She knew that Shiny was terrified as well, even if she tried to hide it; she had to put on a brave face now while their fate was looking grim. Despite her efforts, though, the only thing that managed to calm her enough was when Shiny's fingers intertwined with her own, "It'll be ok, baby. We still have each other."

Poppy looked over her shoulder to face Shiny as best as she could, her brown eyes filled with dread and heart sinking for her lover. How could Shiny still remain calm and comfort her during this time? Why did any of this have to happen? Why... Why wasn't she able to save the woman she loved? "Shiny... I... I'm so sor-"

"Shh. Don't focus on that." Shiny insisted softly, regarding Poppy with the warmth and care she had just for the rabbit. Though she knew that Poppy must be able to see her own fear as well, and squeezed the rabbits paw lightly for both of their comfort, "... I'll be honest with you, Poppy. I'm not sure how we'll get out of this one. So we can't waste time with unnecessary apologies."

Her ears pinned back at the reminder, but she didn't try to finish her sentence. Shiny was right. She didn't want to spend their possible final minutes in self-pity. Right now, she just needed to take a deep breath, and she had to focus on Shiny now, "I'm sor- I mean... I-I love you. Shiny. You're truly the most amazing woman I've ever met. I mean it." There was no possible way to tell Shiny the depth of her love for her. Not in the small time frame they had at least. But this was a good start, at least.

However, instead of returning the 'I love you', Shiny just raised a single brow down at her, "Hm. That's funny."

"What's funny?"

"You just told me you've never looked in the mirror before, though I swear I've seen you do it every morning."

God. Even after everything, even despite the grim reaper knocking on their door, Shiny still had the time to make her heart sing and illicit laughter from her. Of course, it didn't make her completely forget their situation, but it was enough to get Poppy to look up into her eyes adoringly and let the rest of the world fade away, "How are you so charming and lovely all the time?"

"'Cause I've got the right gal, darling." Shiny's heart felt like it was melting, witnessing the pure joy and love Poppy had for her right now. It always did. But right now, it felt even more impactful than the first time Cupids arrow struck her. Thank God weasels were drawn with long necks; she still had to crane her head back, but it was worth it to be able to plant a kiss on Poppy's temple and hear her happy squeak, "You ready to find out what's on the other side for toons?"

Shiny already knew what Poppys answer was gonna be. Even with the serene look on her honey bunny's face, "No."

At that, Shiny let out a small, dry chuckle. She found no humor, nor was she trying to be sarcastic. It was just all she could do at this point while Poppy held tightly onto her paw. It was all either of them could do now, "Me neither."

~

This is all I've got. I wanted to write more scenes, but I couldn't figure out how to write them! (I STILL don't know what the major plot happening behind the scenes in this AU is or why Shiny was framed. How could I write the scenes that involved all the exposition or Doom?? 😅) but these were still fun to write! ^^

[urlocalwormtoday]

why is it that when I'm trying to find that specific post that perfectly describes the things that are overstimulating me rn, 90% of the things that pop up are FANFICTIONS ABT SMUT. LIKE. MAN. THIS ISN'T HELPING. I DON'T WANT TO READ AN X READER FIC. please for the love of god if I see one more fic or notif I'm going to turn my phone on do not disturb for a million more years