#drama rising

[avalonianrising]

VBC?

Tagging this as drama, because I know both myself and quite a few other people were personally pretty upset during that whole situation. I'm also going to be mentioning topics that are also touchy, so please bear with me.

I'm going to keep this both as short and concise as I can because it's been YEARS since all this happened. I don't want to be childish and sit here shit-talking, so this is eveything AS I REMEMBER IT:

"VBC" was used for "Vagueblogging Crew" because that's what they did instead of confronting anyone who they had problems with.

It was a group of popular FR artists and writers who let the "fame" get to them. They got "too big for their britches," is basically the best way I can put it. They started talking behind peoples' backs, shit-talking about peoples' lore, and were overall incredibly rude to a lot of people who didn't deserve it.

Before Tumblr put the ban-hammer down on adult content, we often did "Sinday Sundays," where we could be goofy and horny on main. The one day, I thought it might be interesting for people to send in prompts/kinks I could possibly assign to dragons.

This ended up coming to the topic of incest, which I had thought I had addressed in a straightforward and polite manner. I forgot to tag it, which to this day, I do feel like a jerk about.

A very popular member at the time made a post about being triggered by said content and I freaked out. I NEVER want to do that to ANYONE, so I sent them a private message to apologize in person.

This person then began to tell other people that I approved of and participated in incest content. People began blocking me, I began to receive threatening asks--up to and including threats of rape. I don't know who they came from, I don't care now. Someone I believed to be my friend for quite a few years stopped talking to me entirely, which at the time was devastating.

I put out a public apology.

It only made it worse, but I felt at the time was the only appropriate course of action. A lot of folks either went quiet, others just picked a side and rolled with it.

There was a lot of fighting for a little while, but that was the basic fallout of the situation.

After that, I guess they started showing their true colors and turned out to be MASSIVELY aphobic. I only saw a little content because I had been blocked by them/had blocked them in return. There was a huge callout post put out by a couple people who talked to with myself and everyone else who had been personally targeted.

I got some apologies from people, who then told me that these people had admitted to lying about what I'd done. I don't really know the motivation to this day, I don't want to know why. It was just...bad. Really bad. I know a lot of people either took a break from Tumblr or just flat out left.

Things did eventually chill out obviously, but the stain was there.

Like I said of course, that's the basic gist. There was a lot of stuff going on on the other side that I was only shown in screenshots, but it was...yeah.

Not nice.

[greenzaku]

Cross-submitted to dramarising, but posting here due to urgency.

I have a nagging suspicion that the current DDoS attacks on Flight Rising now are similar to what brought down AO3 a few months ago. The attackers claimed to be ideologically motivated against LGBT+ content, but ultimately demanded a bitcoin ransom.

As of this post, there are no disruptions or noticeable lag on FR. Both FR attacks have occurred at the same time on two consecutive days. It is likely that state actors and individuals are motivated to carry out cyberattacks for ransom as a means of generating income to circumvent sanctions. My opinion is that fan and gaming sites that generate some user payments are seen as softer targets for attacks than major institutions like government departments, universities or large corporations.

In the end, AO3 was restored without paying the ransom. It remains to be seen if FR weathers the attacks. However, if you are an artist or writer on FR who has not uploaded or archived your art or fanfic anywhere else, please save your work now in case FR goes down!

[u-been-coconut-malld]

Hello all!

I thought a little introduction would do me well so here we are. I'm Coconut, you may call me Coco for short. I go by she/her pronouns but I am not uncomfortable with those of you here referring to me with they/them pronouns either.

This is my account that I use to peruse the FR drama blogs for the sake of keeping myself anonymous. My likes on these blogs don't indicate my support of the post, I just like to keep things archived for later viewing. Usually I comment on blogs with my stances that I am uncomfortable sharing with on my main even if I think it's a popular opinion. Social anxiety is fun.

Please don't inquire into my identity or my FR handle because I don't feel comfortable disclosing that information. However, I am perfectly okay with anyone wanting to reach out and speak to me through DMs, asks, or whatever other method you'd want to communicate with.

[turtleblogatlast]

Little Leo watching telenovelas with his dad

Bonus:

[hiekka]

MONSTER TOUDENS I soooo want to see more monster laios. also I love to headcanon that toshiro has something mad complicated going on toward both of them. i really really love laios and toshiro dynamic and think they should settle the cat fight in bed. the fic where shuro dreams about monster falin and laios is my everything

[etrevil]

Expressive Dazai, stressed Dazai, you will forever be loved 😌🙏

[sad-leon]

Forehead kiss for any of the turtles?

twimns <3

i wanted to have a whole 5+1 type of thing but did not think it would be interested enough to force myself to draw it all akdjfalsjd

maybe if i finish one of the other sketches ill post it later <3

[5ilent5cience]

Donnie is narcissist brat I love him

[kathaynesart]

Language Before/After Kids

Sorry if the humor is a bit crass, but I've witnessed this phenomena so many times with friends who become parents that I could not help but wonder which extreme side of the line these boys fall on.

This is also a bit of a character dive. I kind of like the idea of Leo constantly censoring himself around Casey Junior, because it gives it even more oomph when he says "badass" in the beginning of the movie since it signals that he now views CJ as an adult who he respects, depends on, and can speak with frankly. No censoring needed.

[circusinarun]

Someone pay him for a therapist, he doesn’t seem to be taking out 2 children, business, federal prosecution and showdowns with local bandits...

Oh yes, I wanted to redesign Hueso Jr. (thanks to this little man for the push in this direction with this post, check her art btw, it's juicy and curvy, I like her ary) and no... This is not Swap papyrus

[zaczenemiji]

absolutely no rush if you're occupied with other asks :D!! I love your writing so so much your descriptions and dialogue are so good 😭💓 could I possibly request a scenario where the reader (working alongside kenji as ultraman/on the sidelines as a civilian, whatever you desire!!) unexpectedly throws herself in front of kenji and takes a hit for him (bonus points of they had unresolved tension before [argument, interrupted confession, one character was sick and rejecting help etc etc; no pressure at all and pls write whatever you'd like i'm just throwing out random suggestions!!]) + the hurt/comfort to follow after? thank you so much! ☺️ i wish you the best!

In the Heart of Danger

Kenji Sato x Reader

Synopsis: As tensions between Kenji and the KDF rise, you become entangled in the conflict, leading to a dangerous confrontation that puts your life at risk.

Word Count: 2,710

Genre/Warning: Action, Angst, Drama, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Sacrifice, Violence

Author’s Note: Slight mention of themes from Too Good, Too True

MASTERLIST

For many years, Ultraman and the Kaiju Defense Force worked in harmony. But as KDF evolved under different leadership, so did its philosophy. Their arsenal grew more lethal, their strategies more aggressive. Dr. Onda's vision was clear: the complete eradication of all kaiju was the only path to true safety.

Ultraman held a different perspective. Those magnificent creatures had their own place in the natural order. He believed in protecting life; only fending them off to prevent destruction, not to annihilate them.

KDF’s methods became increasingly ruthless. Where Ultraman sought balance, KDF saw only the necessity of total elimination. The final straw came when KDF started viewing Ultraman's reluctance to kill as a liability, a hindrance to their ultimate goal of eradication.

Thus, the Kaiju Defense Force turned their attention to identifying Ultraman's human form, intent on neutralizing this perceived threat.

"Kenji, you can't keep dismissing this," you said, frustration lacing your voice. "The KDF is closing in on you. They know something's up, and they're not going to stop until they confirm you're Ultraman."

The evening air was thick with tension as you and Kenji sat across from each other in his house. It started with a simple disagreement but it had escalated so quickly.

Kenji ran a hand through his hair, his expression one of exasperation. "I know the risks, (y/n),” he replied. “But I can handle it. I've been doing this for a while now."

"Handling it?" you echoed, incredulous. "You've barely been able to stay one step ahead of them. They've got advanced technology, Kenji. They're not just going to give up."

You remember the incidents with Gigantron, how KDF was willing to get rid of Ultraman, so as to obtain Emi. And for what reasons? To use a frikking baby to lead them to Kaiju Island—to massacre, for the mass murder of those misunderstood creatures.

Kenji sighed heavily, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of determination and fatigue. "I can't stop,” he said. “If I don't transform, people will die."

"I'm not asking you to stop," you said, your voice softening. "I'm asking you to be more careful—to consider the danger you're putting yourself in."

Kenji's jaw tightened and he looked away, the weight of your words settling heavily on his shoulders, “I know you're worried about me. But I can't just sit back and do nothing."

"Then let me help," you pleaded, reaching out to touch his arm. "We're a team, remember? You don't have to do this alone."

"I can't put you in danger, too,” he pulled away slightly, his expression hardening. “It's bad enough that I have to deal with this. I don't want you getting hurt because of me."

"Kenji," you said, your voice firm. "I'm already involved. Whether you like it or not, I'm in this with you. And I'm not just going to stand by and watch you risk your life without doing anything."

He shook his head, his frustration evident. "You don't understand,” he said. “If something happened to you... I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"And what about me?" You shot back, your eyes filling with tears. "Do you think I could live with myself if something happened to you, and I did nothing to stop it?"

There came a long silence.

He never asked for any of this—you know that firsthand. You didn’t want this either. Only a fool would want to throw away the peaceful life they had in LA, away from the chaos, the danger, and the constant fear of losing their beloved.

But when Emi came and when Kenji reconnected with his dad, you both understood. Ultraman is a vital element, the pinnacle of balance, the one that would keep the world in its equilibrium.

He who holds the scale holds the lives of many. He who carries the burden also carries fear. And with it, the sacrifices to ensure the collective safety of humanity.

Your tears spilled over, and you wiped them away angrily. "You're an idiot, Kenji,” you said. “A noble, self-sacrificing idiot. But I'm not going to let you do this alone. Whether you like it or not, I'm going to help you. And you're just going to have to deal with that."

"No. You don't get it,” Kenji's expression hardened again. “This isn't about what you want. It's about keeping you safe."

"And what if I don't want to be safe?” You demanded, your voice breaking. “What if I want to be there for you?"

"That's not your choice to make!" Kenji shouted, his frustration boiling over. "I can't lose you, (y/n)!”

"And I can't lose you either!" you screamed back. "Why can't you see that?"

Kenji's eyes flashed with anger. "You should have just stayed in LA!" he snapped, his voice cutting through the night. "You're becoming too nosy, and it's dangerous. I can't have you getting involved in this.”

You stared at him, stunned. Kenji never hurt you in any way, especially not physically. But the weight of his words hit you like a punch to the gut.

Without another word, you turned and stormed off, your heart pounding in your chest. You didn't look back, even as the tears blurred your vision.

Kenji stood to follow. But with the way you ran away, he knew you didn’t need him at the moment. Still, he worried for your safety. Quickly, he rode his motorcycle and followed you quietly from a distance to ensure you reached home safely.

Everything that unfolded hurt Kenji as much as it did you, if not more. This was the time he finally truly understood his father—why he let them move to LA, why he had to endure the pain of being separated—all because he wanted them safe.

Kenji loves you more than anything, more than you ever knew. He loved you enough to have the resolve to let you go if you finally wanted to be out of all this. You deserved the best, better than a complicated life with him.

When he had seen to it that you’re home safely, he stayed in front of your house a little longer, wanting to be there in case you needed him.

You knew what he was doing. You knew that he was following you. And you were grateful, truly grateful, that he didn’t let you be out here alone. He understood the space you needed and he respected it. This was just one of the infinite reasons you love him so much.

When you arrived home, you sat by the door, leaning on it as you let your tears flow freely down your cheeks. Kenji is a hero, and heroes need saving, too. You wanted to be the one to do that.

Little did you know, you were already doing so. You didn’t know how much you were saving him by being there for him. You have been doing so since day one—since meeting you in LA, losing his mom, coming back to Japan, raising Emi, and fully accepting his role as Ultraman.

Your eyelids became so heavy from all the tears that you didn’t notice that you’d drifted off to a nap. You were awakened by the sound of Kenji’s motorcycle engine as he started it.

You stood to take a peek through your window, careful not to let him see you. He looked your way one last time before driving off into the night.

When he was out of sight, you decided to head on over to your bed but before you could do so, you heard the mechanical sounds of drones.

Your eyes widened as you quickly looked back to see KDF’s drones heading in the direction Kenji went to. With a gasp, you hurriedly slammed the door open and ran out, forgetting about the identical watch you had with Kenji that was repeatedly beeping with an alert of a kaiju attack.

You ran as fast as you could, following the drones as you were sure that they were after Kenji. Suddenly, you heard familiar screams in the distance as the neighborhood awoke to a mundane scene of a kaiju attack.

You looked to your hand only to see an empty wrist. You groaned to yourself, of all the times you could forget it, why now?

Despite being unaware of what was happening or which kaiju was it this time, still you followed the drones. Upon turning the corner, you saw Kenji parking his motorcycle aside so he could transform.

However, this time, KDF came prepared. A squadron of heavily armed soldiers arrived, their weapons calibrated to disrupt his transformation sequence.

As the soldiers closed in on Kenji, one of them set up a cannon, aiming it directly at him. Realizing the gravity of the situation, you sprinted toward the scene, your heart pounding in your chest.

The targeting system locked onto Kenji's energy signature, and the barrel began to glow with a blue hue, signaling the impending shot. Just as the operator pulled the trigger, you threw yourself in front of Kenji.

The concentrated beam of energy hit you with full force, sending a searing pain through your body. You screamed as it disrupted your bio-energy field, causing immediate paralysis and intense agony. You collapsed to the ground, feeling your strength drain away.

The soldiers, momentarily stunned by your intervention, hesitated as Kenji caught you in his arms. "No, (y/n)!" Kenji's voice was filled with anguish as he held you close.

The effects of the cannon had taken their toll on you, but your selfless act had given Kenji the precious seconds he needed. He transformed into Ultraman with a flash of light, creating a barrier to protect you from further harm.

With the kaiju approaching the city, Ultraman's form loomed large, and the soldiers were forced to retreat, their weapons ineffective against his fully transformed state.

Although hesitant he had to make a heart-wrenching decision to choose between being your lover and being Ultraman.

He carried you as gently as he could. In the palm of his hand, your fragile body lay unconscious. He quickly ran back home where Mina awaited him.

Upon arriving, he carefully placed you in the bed Mina took out of the house. “Mina! Emergency analysis, please!” He begged. “Call my dad, do everything to save her! I’ll be back as soon as I can!”

With that, he dashed off to the scene of the kaiju attack. His mind was a mess as he fended it off as quickly as he could, even if it meant hurting it unintentionally, and even if it caused more infrastructural damage.

Ultraman’s heart pounded as he rushed home, the streets blurring past him in a haze of worry and exhaustion. As he reached the familiar door, he transformed back to his human form.

Kenji burst into the house. The scene before him made his heart ache even more. You lay unconscious on the couch, pale and still, with Mina and his father sitting beside you, their faces etched with concern.

Hayao looked up as his son entered. "Kenji," he said, his voice a mix of relief and sorrow. "You're back."

Kenji dropped to his knees beside you, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. "What happened? How is she?" he asked, his voice breaking.

Mina spoke up. “KDF used a new weapon, something we haven't seen before,” she started. “It emits a high-frequency pulse that disrupts the transformation process. When (y/n) threw herself in front of you, she took the full brunt of the attack."

Hayao nodded solemnly. "It's designed to incapacitate Ultraman before he can fully transform,” he said. “But on a human... it's much more dangerous. It's a miracle she's still alive."

Kenji's hands trembled as he held yours, his eyes never leaving your face. "Is there anything we can do?” He asked, tears racing their way out of his eyes. “Anything at all?"

"We've done what we can for now," Mina said softly. "She needs rest and time to recover. We'll monitor her closely. But Kenji... it's serious. The weapon has caused significant internal damage."

Hayao placed a reassuring hand on Kenji’s shoulder. "You did what you had to do, son. You saved countless lives tonight,” he said. “But we need to be prepared for what comes next. The KDF won't stop now that they know you're Ultraman."

Kenji nodded, his resolve hardening. "I'll protect her. I'll protect all of us,” he said through small sobs. “But right now... I need her to wake up. I need to know she's okay.”

As the night wore on, Kenji stayed by your side, holding your hand and whispering words of encouragement. He thought about all the times you had supported him, how you had insisted on helping despite the danger. The argument from earlier seemed trivial now, overshadowed by the reality of your sacrifice.

"Please wake up," Kenji murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry. I should've listened to you. I should've protected you better."

The room was filled with the soft hum of medical equipment and Kenji’s quiet sobs that refused to give up on the person he cared about the most.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the windows, Kenji felt a slight movement in your hand. His heart leaped, and he leaned closer, his eyes searching your face for any sign of awakening.

"(Y/n)?" he whispered, his voice trembling with hope. "Can you hear me?"

Your eyelids fluttered, and a faint groan escaped your lips. Slowly, you opened your eyes, blinking against the light. When you saw Kenji's worried face, a weak smile crossed your lips.

"Kenji..." you murmured, your voice barely audible. "You're okay..."

Kenji's eyes once again filled with tears as he nodded, his grip on your hand tightening, "Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks to you. You saved me, (y/n)."

You tried to sit up, but pain shot through your body, and you winced. “What... what happened?” You asked.

Mina quickly intervened, gently pushing you back down with mechanical hands that protruded out of her spherical body. "Don't try to move too much,” she said. “You were hit by a weapon KDF used. It was meant for Ultraman, but you took the hit instead."

Hayao added, "You were incredibly brave, (y/n). You saved Kenji's life."

You looked at Kenji, your eyes filled with concern. "I couldn't let them hurt you,” you said softly. “I had to do something."

Kenji leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "And I promise, I'll never let anything happen to you again,” he said, his tears falling down on your face.

The days that followed were a blur of pain, recovery, and quiet moments shared between you and Kenji. True to his word, he never left your side, his worry and guilt evident in every action he took to ensure your comfort and healing.

Each morning, you woke to the smell of freshly brewed tea and the sight of Kenji bustling around the kitchen, preparing breakfast. Despite his own exhaustion, he insisted on doing everything himself.

"Good morning," he greeted softly one morning, bringing a tray of food to your bedside. "How are you feeling today?"

You offered a weak smile, propping yourself up on the pillows. "A little better, I think,” you answered. “Thanks, Kenji."

He set the tray down carefully. "You need to eat,” he said. “You've got to get your strength back."

In the afternoons, when you felt strong enough, Kenji would help you sit up and move around. He'd guide you outside to the lawn, where the sun's warmth and the gentle breeze seemed to hasten your healing. He'd support you with a gentle but firm grip.

"I don't want you to overdo it," he'd say, worry etched on his brow. "Just take it slow."

As the days turned into weeks, your strength gradually returned. The pain lessened, and the color began to return to your cheeks.

The days of your recovery were not just about healing physically but also about rebuilding and strengthening the trust and love between you and Kenji.

You had faced danger and come out stronger, more united. With each passing day, you became more sure than ever that together, your love could overcome anything.

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[sarathrwizard]

We could use a LifeSaver (Rottmnt comic)

This is a one off comic I made for a challenge! The story theme for the challenge was 'Escaping a Flood'.

So I made this short comic last summer, and just remembered I still had it in my files! 😅

Hope you enjoy/enjoyed this comic with no reasoning to where they are, how they got there, or why any of this is happening.

Action flick, ya know?

[bowserdyke]

bro not the person "born in the Soviet Union" getting mad in the Flight Rising.com suggestions forums about a sickle with red spider lilies, claiming it is an obvious reference to communism, being the same person who got mad about the lore being rewritten to avoid parallels to colonialism and ended up being exposed as faking being Russian.

[tervaneula]

listen... Listen.. No seriously LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN!!

These goofy goobers are giving a fighting show for the audience but since the referee gave them the go aheadv they haven't move a single inch.

Why? Everyone are looking at them held breath, are they thinking how to counter each other? Are they thinking about how to kill each other in the most painful way?

Unknown to them, these doofies (new level of goofiness) are trying so hard to NOT drool over how HOT their competitor is!! And how just looking at each other's eyes is getting them weak to the knees!! They're trying so hard to NOT throw the sword away and dmand a kiss on the lips!

The audience feeling the overwhelming air of "intimidation" but it's just these idiots getting a little bit horny/aff/lh

YES

They're both trying to think of how to ask the other on a date and bluescreening because of the pressure

[turtleblogatlast]

One of my favorite headcanons is that Leo grew up watching telenovelas with Splinter.

It just works so well - his bits of Spanish that he spouts randomly, his showy way of apologizing, and, of course, his love for dramatic betrayals all point to this being a very real possibility.

Plus, it’s very cute to imagine a tiny Leo at his father’s side as they both gasp in shock when the show’s eighth plot twist in just as many episodes happens.

[thejadecount]

In wake of reading the new ROTTMNT anniversary comic—

Okay after this cut there’s spoilers—