#fuck it i'm tagging everyone for my future reference

[mogamuncher]

“You're on a path in the woods. And at the end of that path, is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin, is a knight. You are here to slay him. If you don't, it will be the end of the world.”

Please accept my meager shitty art as we come back for part three of the "Moga fuses her hyperfixations together" saga! Aka: Slay the Knight AU!

Here's what I think Emilia and Subaru would look like, in true STP fashion I imagine both would never be referred to by name, instead being The Knight and The Frozen Bond (hah, get it?)

I made Emilia a little scary (and kinda Satella-esque), but that's mainly because from what we see in The Princess and The Dragon route, The Long Quiet is just actually fucking scary, so having Emilia be similarly intimidating would be fun.

Though I do think her personality would remain the same in this au, mainly because she's nice enough that she would naturally play mediator to the the voices, but malleable enough that she could just end up going with their whims when pushed enough.

Now for Subaru, I actually wanted to give him a definitive outfit that would kinda function like the Princess's dress, something that is a constant in every design but changed to fit the theme, the recognizable trait that showcases that no matter how fucked up these forms get they're still the same person

That's kinda why the little cape is there, it's supposed to be a significant design choice that can be warped with future forms

For the official lore, I like to think that it's still actually very similar:

The Frozen Bond, the manifestation/god of stasis, consistency, the chilling frozen in time allure of stagnation

While Subaru would be something like The Returning Cycle, the manifestation/god if constant change, perspective and identities splitting depending on choices, the constant cycle of time

Together they'd make the cycle of life and death, in a sense, and since Echidna in canon was trying to find a way to reach immortality, it is only fitting that she would split them apart and attempt to pit them against the other, as to goad Emilia into killing Subaru, this ending the concept of change, making it so that there is no means of which others can die.

But that's what I have for the moment, now, let's talk about some more ideas I have for the IF Barus

The Prisoner, my beloved

I rewatched someone playing her route and it dawned on me when The Shifting Mound described her as a vessel, but she's oddly a lot like Slothbaru

The idea of someone cautious to the point of stagnation, content to let the world pass her and remain in inaction, I mean, that's literally what Sloth is shown to be in the og series. That's also inherently what Slothbaru did when he took Rem's hand and ran away, leaving everyone else to die, but gaining a happy life for himself

Prisoner is like an Slothbaru that can't take Rem's hand, content to let the world pass him by for the sake of self preservation, but stuck in one place without the chance of running away, he can only wait and see because he's inherently passive, as he thinks he has no other choice

The Adversary, however, is the funniest one I think

Someone mentioned in the last post in the tags that Adversary is kinda Smolbaru coded, so I went back to read the arena fights in arc 7 and y'know what? They're correct, they're absolutely right, The Adversary is very much just Smolbaru

Which is funny, because The Adversary is supposed to be bigger and stronger than usual, though maybe it's either just that his personality is Smolbaru and his appearance is still intimidating, or we go all in and have Smolbaru just absolutely kick Emilia's ass with his bare hands in this one

Either way, I love it, also this is the route where Priscilla (Voice of the Proud) would show up, so having an Arc 7 Baru here would be a nice touch

Ok so I'm about to sound unhinged, but the Grey's

What if they were Natsumi.

Now, look, I have no evidence to back me up on this, I'm going off from pure vibes alone, but like what if

Honestly, it would be fun to have most of the Deadbarus be in some way or another Natsumi coded, though that would be fused with the Baru that lead to their routes in the first place (like Arc 1 Baru for the Burned Grey and Slothbaru for the Drowned Grey)

I mean, look at The Wraith and The Spectre

Imagine if the Spectre was more akin to Natsumi in her purest form, since the Spectre is actually surprisingly chill and nice about this whole thing, and then if you attempt to leave him there, you get the Wraith

A withered rotten version of Natsumi, falling apart at the seams and determined to hitch a ride and finally leave

In more confirmed Barus; Wrathbaru as The Witch and The Thorn, Greedbaru as Happily Ever After and Arc 1-2 Baru as The Damsel, The Nightmare would be Gluttonybaru and A Moment Of Clarity would still be Gluttonybaru but with more Louis/Rui elements

Again, I accept suggestions, and tell me if you want me to make more art for this AU, maybe I can draw more Barus and also the voices, who knows?

Edit: good news gang, I actually did in fact write this! The first chapter of this au is out here!

[kaciidubs]

Open Heart

❣ Summary: When you don't know what to say or do, when life starts living you, you can always rely on Chris to bring you back. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 3.2k ❣ Warnings: Mental breakdown, existential crisis, implied panic attack, angst, fluff, comfort, crying, Supportive BF! Chris, Reader is a mess mentally and emotionally, discussions of family, careers, life, and the future, self doubt, self deprecation, mentioned disassociation ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Channie, Baby, Christopher, and Christopher Bahng [wowie], Reader is referred to as Princess, Baby, Love, Sweet Girl, this is the one that's personal so I'm sorry if you can relate but also you're not alone ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

“Yeah, dad, I know... Mhm... No, I haven’t heard back from them yet, but it’s only been a week since I applied so... Yeah, I know…”

You paced the living room of your apartment, holding your phone to your ear as you did your best to tame the headache brewing in your head. 

“I know you do, it’s just - there’s so many things I can do with my degree, I’m just trying to figure out what I want to do... I know... Yeah... Okay... Talk to you later... Love you too, bye.” 

Ending the call, you tossed your phone onto the couch with a heavy sigh - the weight of the world piling on top of stress already weighing on your shoulders. 

Everything sucked - almost as if the world was out to get you for simply existing; years of doing what was right, doing what you were supposed to, only for you to still feel like you weren’t doing enough. 

People pleasing. 

A wave of guilt made your stomach turn, tears stinging behind your eyes as you stood in the silence, yet it still felt so loud. 

You knew your dad meant well, your parents meant well, your family meant well, but every question, every poorly veiled nudge of ‘What’s your next big move going to be? You’ve been stagnant for so long.’ ate at your psyche at every turn. You felt like you did everything; you graduated high school in the high percentage of your class, you went to college, you graduated as a first generation student after five excruciatingly long years - yet through all that they still wanted more from you. 

A pleasure to have known. You have so much potential.

If you had a dime for the amount of times you’ve heard those words, you would’ve been a millionaire by now. 

A shaky breath rattled in your chest as you sighed, your hands rising to cup your rapidly heating face. “Fuck... F-Fuck.”

Your vision blurred, salty tears stinging your eyes before burning fiery trails down your cheeks with no signs of stopping. 

When was it going to be enough? When were you going to be enough? 

Your breath hitched, choking on a sob that your body refused to let go - not now, not right now. You were still young, you had so much potential - so why did it feel like you were being rushed? Why did it feel like everyone saw some invisible clock above you, counting down the days until you’d become useless? 

Wasted potential - those words always used to scare you, the famous buzzwords of any educator wanting to instill proper work ethic in their students; the future of the workforce. 

Wasted potential - that’s what you were beginning to feel at your 9-5; a quaint little job you kept throughout your final semester, something that got the bills paid and kept a little more in your savings. 

Wasted potential - that’s what you felt when your days began blending together, when you realized disassociation was your coping mechanism until your mouse hovered over ‘clock out’. 

You wanted to do so much, so much, but there was never enough time in the day - they were never ideas that would earn you a proper living wage, a career path your family wouldn’t agree with. 

Your body shook as a sob finally tore through your silent cries, your head throbbing as air tried to force its way into your lungs - crying never used to hurt like this.

Your world spun, it felt like time froze while speeding up, but all you could do was cry - stand in your living room and cry like a reprimanded child because you weren’t doing what you were supposed to. 

“Princess?” 

Your eyes snapped open behind your fingers, quickly registering a bigger, warmer pair wrapping around your wrists. 

“Baby, can you hear me?” 

Guilt. 

Chris was home early, and instead of relaxing like he deserved, he now had to tend to you - crying over the same thing you cried over four months ago. 

He felt you tense, he could see the spiral of overthinking, and his grip tightened, “Hey, hey, it’s just me - it’s just me, princess.” 

You sniffled, biting back another sob as you shook your head, “’M s-sorry-” 

“Shh, don’t apologize - you don’t have to apologize, not to me, not for this.” 

Understanding - he was always so good at that, making sure you knew you weren’t the problem of anything; he always joked he got better at it from you. 

Another wave of tears surged through you, nearly making you double over at the rush of fresh emotions popping off in your brain, your jaw tensing as you tried to stifle the illegible babbling falling from your lips. 

“I- It’s- I can’t- And- It’s just so-” 

Chris pulled you into his chest, one arm wrapping around your shoulders while the other cradled the back of your neck, his thumb rubbing circles just behind your ear. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay - I’m here, you’re okay.” 

He blinked away his own tears, the sounds of your cries breaking his heart when he entered the apartment, and now the feeling of your body shaking against his like a fall leaf utterly tearing him apart inside. 

You weren’t sure how long you both stood there, him whispering words of comfort in your ear while you stained his black hoodie with your tears, but you slowly came out of your breakdown with uneven breaths - your hands holding onto his hoodie as if he was your lifeline. 

He was your lifeline.

“Can we go to the bedroom, princess? Can we manage that?” He cooed softly, a soft smile settling on his lips as he felt you nod. “Okay, we’ll go slow, yeah?” 

True to his word, he slowly led you into the bedroom with shuffling steps, noting how you clung to him like a baby koala, as if you separated from him at any point you’d float away into space. 

Sitting on the bed first, he scooted toward the middle of the mattress and you quickly followed suit; crawling toward him before laying your head on his chest, tangling your legs with his while he pulled you into his side. 

It was quiet, save for the occasional hiccuped breath and sniffle, the sound of his heartbeat slowing the thudding in your own head, the rise and fall of his chest reminding you how to breathe again.

“Love?” 

You hummed softly, your free hand nonchalantly playing with the drawstring of his hoodie. 

“Wanna talk about what happened?” 

Dropping your hand to lay flat on his chest, you took a deep breath to fight back another round of tears threatening to come out. “I... My dad called to check in, see how we were doing and all... He wanted to know if I found a different job yet, one that uses my degree, and I told him I hadn’t.” Swallowing thickly, you squeezed your eyes shut as you continued, “He’s worried that I’m not using my full potential, that I’m not getting paid what I should - and I don’t blame him, really, I went to college for a reason and everything, but it just feels like I'm being rushed into making another decision I’m not ready for." 

“Another decision like picking your major?” Chris chimed in - he’d remembered you telling him about your realization of wanting to switch majors in your junior year, but ultimately choosing not to since you were close to graduating at the time. 

You nodded, “I know he means well, I love my dad, I love my family, but it just feels like they don’t understand that I'm just...tired. I’m so, so tired that the idea of getting a new job - when I’ve only been at this one for just over a year - makes me feel like I can’t breathe. Fuck, the fact that I’ve been at this job for a year makes my skin crawl because this isn't what I want.”

Picking mindlessly at a few cotton pills collected on the fabric of his hoodie, a heavy sigh escaped you, “I feel like all I’ve been doing my whole life is performing for other people, catering to other people, to the point that I don’t even know who I am. I’ve always been told all these great things about myself, but-” A hot tear rolled across the bridge of your nose, “I don’t believe them, at all. Everyone sees all this potential in me and it drives me crazy because I don’t see potential in myself.”

Your name rolled off of his tongue softly, with so much care and gentleness that it made your heart hurt more because he’d been part of the crowd singing your praises and you practically confessed that you didn’t believe him. 

“Princess, my sweet, sweet girl…” 

“C-Chris, I’m-” 

“Please,” he cut you off with a gentle squeeze, “you already know what I’m gonna say if the next words out of that pretty mouth of yours are ‘I’m sorry’.”

Sighing softly, you accepted that fate as his right hand slid down your arm to take your hand in his, another gentle squeeze to remind you that he’s right here. 

“I just... I don’t know what I’m going to do.” 

“Well,” Chris hummed softly, taking in the way your smaller fingers threaded between his own, “what is it you want to do?” 

It was almost as if you stopped breathing, guilt and shame swirling around in your head at his question - the golden question everyone had, but never got the full answer to. 

“...open heart?” 

This time it was Chris’s turn to falter, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of your tear stained face. “Open heart, princess, always.” 

Open heart, something you’d both established years ago in your relationship as a way of asking for full attention - reestablishing that you both were in a safe space with zero judgment, remaining heart to heart with one another. 

“I-” You paused, fighting against the will of your mind wanting to keep yourself protected, from being seen. “I... I don't want to do anything…”

Before he even had the chance to breathe, you jumped into the defensive, “A-And I know that’s stupid- I’m in such a position so early on in my life and there’s so much I can do, but, baby, I’m at a point right now that I can’t see myself working a 9-5 for the next month, let alone another 40-or so years of my life!” Panic quickly began to set in as your thoughts ran a mile a minute, your brain begging you to stop but your heart pleading for you to get rid of this weight. “I can’t be a girl boss, I don’t want to be independent, I-I just wanna be taken care of and loved and supported - I wanna take care of all the things at home and be the one helping you reset after those stressful days. I wanna learn about myself and my hobbies and discover what kind of person I really am underneath all of these learned traits. And I’m sorry, I know, it’s pathetic, it’s shameful, it’s selfish to want to put all of this onto you-” 

The sound of your name falling firm from his lips stopped you in your tracks, your blood running cold as you laid as still as you could be against him. 

“Open heart means we can’t speak for each other, remember that rule?” His tone was softer, light and teasing, quelling the tinge of fear spoiling every word you spoke as you nodded. “Okay, good - now, can I say something, or would you like to continue?” 

“Please say something, Channie.” 

“Alright, first and foremost, don’t ever, ever call anything you want ‘stupid’ - your desires are what make you you, and that includes wanting that 24-inch green matcha squishmallow.” 

He felt your body shake - short laugh, a huff of air, a sign that he was breaking through.

“Second, I don’t think you wanting to be provided for is pathetic or shameful or selfish - it takes a strong person to admit that, and at the end of the day I think that’s what everyone wants in their own special form; somewhere they feel safe, cared for, loved. And, you’re not putting it all on me,” he felt you tense, but his hand held firm to yours, “because I want to be that for you. I want to provide for you, take care of you, handle all the things that are too big and scary for you to figure out on your own. I want to give you the freedom to explore and be yourself, pursue what you want and don’t want to do - and if that makes you ‘selfish’ then, princess, I’m the most selfish person of them all.”

“You-” your voice cracked, throat raw and sore, “You don’t mean that, baby, please-”

“C’mere.” He huffed, pulling you up with him as he sat up before tapping your thigh, signaling for you to sit on his lap - and once you were situated, he cupped your face in his hands, “I would never lie to you, you hear me? Since the day we met I knew I wanted to do everything in my power to care for you, even when we were just friends and you would join the kids in teasing me about how old I was even though you weren’t too far off yourself.” 

Your pouted lips morphed into a sad smile and he had to stop himself from cooing over how cute you looked, even with puffy eyes and an even puffier face.

“Plus, I’ve been taking care of seven other people for the better half of five years, what makes you think I don’t want to do the same for the love of my life?”

Teary eyes searched his for any sign of dishonesty, but all you found was overflowing truth and love, a fresh breath of acceptance cooling your lungs like drinking ice water after eating a mint.

“Open heart?” You murmured softly, taking his hands in your own before pulling them off of your, embarrassingly sore, face.

He nodded, ducking his head to press a fleeting kiss to your knuckles.

“I was always a little jealous of you, you know that?”

“Me?!” 

The shocked squeak in his voice made a giggle, a genuine giggle, bubble up inside of you and you nodded in earnest. 

“Yeah, you. I always felt like I was so far behind everyone around me when it came to having their passions in order, having their lives in order, and when I met you all I could think about was how sure of yourself you were - how you were able to follow through and actually do what you love for a living not only because people around you supported you, but because you believed in yourself.” Dropping your gaze to your entwined hands, you traced your thumbs along his knuckles, “You always knew what you wanted and you worked toward it - I always wished I could be like that, I still do.”

“Baby, you know you can’t-”

“-compare my life to yours, yeah, yeah, I know.”

He didn’t miss the lilt of playfulness highlighting your words, a smile finding its way to his face as he shot you a lighthearted glare, “No mocking! But, really, you shouldn’t - we come from completely different backgrounds, and if anything I’m more jealous of you than you are of me; there’s so many things you’ve done that I haven’t had the chance to experience.”

You let out an incredulous scoff, tilting your head inquisitively, “Like what? Work a draining part time job in the food industry?”

“Yes!” Though he was laughing, you could still hear the serious notes in his voice, “You got to work retail, you went on family vacations whenever you wanted, you fucking graduated college before I did!”

“Okay, first of all, all of my horror stories should deter you from ever wanting to become a retail employee in your near future!” Dropping his hand, you poked him in the chest with a faux glare, “Second, I guess you’ve got me there - between how often I’ve seen my family compared to you, I do win that spot… But that last one you definitely have over me, Mr. Double Major!”

“Oh shut up - you’re a graduate, I’m still in classes; you didn’t have to go from having practice at 8 but an exam due at 8:30, while still needing two demo tracks ready for the first listen at 10!”

The two of you dissolved into a mess of giggles and smiles, whatever tension remained melting away with each melodic sound that escaped you.

“Princess?”

You hummed, a soft smile settling on your lips, “Yeah, Channie?”

“Open heart,” Chris started warmly, deep brown eyes sparkling with a love only you could know, “I want you to know that I meant every word I said - I do want to take care of you, physically, mentally, financially, whatever way you’ll let me. And - not to sound cocky or anything, but I definitely make enough to support the both of us with no issue. Aside from that, I want to build a life with you - so if that life includes you being the hottest stay at home wife then it’s the best life I could’ve ever asked for because you’re in it.”

A wave of heat rushed over you as butterflies erupted in your stomach, “Stay at home wife, hm?” 

Of course, you paid attention to everything else he said, but you didn’t think you’d be able to say anything on it without bursting into tears again.

“Would you prefer stay at home mom? I mean, you’ve already got seven kids calling you it anyways - and I can’t lie, it does have a nice ring to it.” He grinned, releasing your other hand to wind his arms around your waist, scooting your body closer to his.

Rolling your eyes at his less than subtle tease, you snaked your arms around his shoulders, nails playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck, “Let’s just start with stay at home girlfriend and see where we go from there, yeah?”

“So you’ll quit tomorrow?”

“Christopher!” You stood no chance in holding back the burst of laughter that escaped you, narrowly avoiding knocking your head against his as you shook with unabashed giggles, “Tomorrow? You sound like you’ve been waiting for this confession to come!”

“Baby, I was one more angry rant of your supervisor ‘springing last minute work onto you’ away from quitting for you.”

Reeling yourself back in, you leaned forward to capture his lips in a soft kiss, your world finally feeling like the pieces were slowly falling into place - or, at the very least, revealing themselves to you. “I love you, Christopher Bahng, wholly and truthfully, there’s no words in the entire galaxy to express how much you mean to me.”

He held you tight, pressing his forehead against yours with a soft sigh, “I love you more, more than you ever know, more than all the stars in this universe and the next. Whatever you decide, whatever you want, I’ll give it to you - just say the word.”

“Does that include ordering takeout for dinner tonight so we can keep cuddling?”

“Find a menu while I change?”

“Order it while I wash my face?”

“Deal.”

Everything sucked, sure, and there was still much left to figure out - but with Chris by your side, you realized that things could get better with an open mind and an open heart.

[mythicmanuscripts]

Hi Sea!! Listen, you're actually amazing. I think I spam liked almost every one of your posts 😭. I love your writing and the way your brain works. You're an author who I can constantly rely on to need my needs. I love subby men 😭. Very bbg coded. I'm actually in love with you. I recently had been HOOKED on your vampire au. I am so obsessed with Aegon x vampire reader. I also would love to see more of Jace x Vamp reader in the future, but I would like to request some Aegon rn. I read a recent post where you said how Aegon would get upset and possessive once he found out the reader fed on someone else. Can you please write smth about that? Where the reader needed to feed and didn't bother Aegon. I would like to see Aegons' reaction. Once again, love you. ❤️

Aw thank you anon!!! I'm so glad to hear you're enjoying my writing that means so much!

Since I know AUs arent everyone's cup of tea I'll put my answer below the cut, and also because there's definitely some implied sexual activity. If you don't want to see more of this then block the 'hotd supernatural!au' tag.

So for those of you that missed the first ask, this is in reference to an idea someone had with the supernatural!au where the reader is a vampire and while everyone else is scared of them, Aegon is just head over heels in love. Yes you're extremely dangerous, he knows this and he only loves you even more. When he first meets you, you end up having a one night stand with him. You had planned on finding someone to feed on that night but you didnt, because he was far too sweet to ask that of him. The next morning you try to leave because you're in dire need of a feed and Aegon refuses to let you go because he had the best time and he just holds out his wrist for you to drink from.

Your relationship with Aegon flourishes from there. At first you just sneak into the castle and fuck him, because you can't deny how irresistible wrecking him is. He always waits up for you, and the moment you walk through the door he jumps your bones, always desperate and needy no matter how much you fuck him.

Pretty soon he's asking you to spend more and more time there, and it becomes second nature for him to just gently tilt his head to the side or hold out his wrist for you. He finds that he loves the feeling, the slight pain when you bite down, the feeling when you suck lightly, and then the way you always lick over the bite marks for them to heal better. It actually relaxes him so much? He loves it. His favourite position is sitting across your lap, letting you drink your fill and then snuggling up against you, drifting in and out of sleep and requesting kisses.

You enjoy feeding from him as well of course, and you always make sure to thank him and make sure he knows that. However, you still operate under the assumption that he's doing you a favour. He obviously enjoys sleeping with you and spending time with you, so you think that him allowing you to drink from him is his way of thanking you for the things he likes doing with you. You never consider that letting you feed from him was something he actually wanted, enjoyed even.

You first discover this after you a very busy week where you werent able to visit Aegon once. There were only two nights that you were free and both times when you went to the keep you could see there was no light in Aegon's window meaning he was either somewhere else or already asleep. the next few days you don't have the time to stop by.

By that point you didnt enjoy feeding from others. If given the choice you would always choose Aegon, but clearly he was busy so you went and found some others. You drank your fill and then the next night you went to the keep and saw the light in Aegon's room.

Needless to say, he's overjoyed to see you. He jumps right into your arms, not even letting you finish greeting him before he's kissing you and pulling you into the bed. You expect him to immediately want sex, but instead he's kissing you gently and giggling and telling you about his week. You pull him closer and listen, taking his hand and tangling your fingers together.

Aegon starts telling you about something Alicent wants of him and as he talks, he raise his hand, wrist up towards you. You smile at him and press a kiss to his palm before gently pushing it away, explaining to him that you fed the night before so he doesn't need to do that.

You expect him to relax then, but no, he actually gets upset? He frowns and sits upright in bed, tilting his head to the side and asking why you'd do that. You ask what he means and he repeats himself, saying that he doesn't understand why you would have fed from someone else.

You explain to him that you hadnt fed in a few days and you needed to. You tell him that you did come to check if he was available but you could see he wasnt so you went to find someone else. This only makes him cuddle closer and apologise for not being there, telling you that you could have stayed in his room until he returned. He even offers you a key so you can get in easier.

You try to tell him that he doesn't need to do that because you can always find someone else, but this only makes him sit up from you again and seem upset. You have coax it out of him, but he eventually explains that he really likes when you feed from him and he doesn't like the idea of you doing that with anyone else.

You chuckle and bring him closer, asking him if he wants to be the only one you feed from and he nods. You try to explain why that wouldnt work, why he shouldn't be offering you that much because it could weaken him, he just tells you that he doesn't need to be strong because he has a vampire to protect him.

Which... you can't really argue with that.

[corrodedcoffinfest]

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Prompt: Sold His Soul For a Donut

Sympathy for the Devil by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 6666 | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | CW: Unprotected Sex, The Devil Doesn't Just Want Sympathy, But Praise Too, Mild Dom/Sub BDSM Vibes | Relationship(s): Steddie, Eddie & Gareth | Tags: AU, Accidentally Selling Your Soul, Like a Dumbass, But With A Happy Ending, Steve Harrington is the Devil (No, Really)

Terms and Conditions by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 3950 | Rating: E | POV: Gareth | Relationships: Gareth / Unnamed Freak (who I call Doug) | CW: Non-con | Tags: The dove isn't dead but it's high as fuck and behind the wheel, Rarepair, I meant the non-con I cannot emphasize that hard enough, Monsterfucking, Monster!Doug, Monsterfucker!Gareth

We admitted we were powerless by @felixir-of-moths | Word Count: 1805 | Rating: T | Relationships: Chrissy&Freak, Eddie&Freak | CW: eating disorders, addictions | Tags: AU modern setting, 12 steps program, eating disorder, Chrissy needs a Hug, Freak is a Sweetheart, Eddie is a Little Shit

Prompt: Lounge Singer AU

Lounge Singer Eddie by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Medium: Art | Details: Eddie on a stool with flames painted up the legs.

I1: Lounge Singer AU by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 1.7k | Rating: M | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson | CW: Eddie’s pasty white ass and maybe a horny Steve Harrington. Tons of references to fantasy football, too. | Tags: Pre-Steddie, Corroded Coffin, Gareth Emerson, Robin Buckley, nudity (partial), betting/gambling

Even Strokes by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 5430 | Rating: T | CW: Recreational Alcohol Consumption, Language | Relationship(s): Steddie | Tags: Chef Steve, Lounge Singer Eddie, Wooing With Food, First Kiss, Getting Together, Fluff

Prompt: Last Kiss

Aim for the Neck by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 873 | Rating: T | CW: Injuries/Blood, Language | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): Steddie | Tags: Post S4, The Final Battle, Open Ending

N1: Last Kiss by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 5.7k | Rating: M | Pairing: Rockstar!Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader | CW: referenced cheating (reader's ex is a dickhead), Gareth's super-sexy lip ring, strong language, low self-esteem | Tags: Corroded Coffin, Jeff, Gareth, Roommate!Reader, kissing

Eowyn and the wonderful, incredible, no bad, very good day by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 2685 | Rating: G | POV: Doug (unnamed freak) | Relationships: N/A | CW: Major Character Death (the dog) | Tags: kinda-famous corroded coffin, pet death and grief, THE DOG DIES, Dog fic

Around The Corner by @griefabyss69 | Word Count: 2759 | Rating: E | CW: None | POV: Jeff | Relationship(s): Jeff/Eddie | Tags: Friends With Benefits, Goodbyes, Kissing, Anal Sex, Butt Plugs, Friendship/Love, Difficult Decisions, Moving On, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies

Prompt: Locked Door

Despite All My Rage I'm Still Just a Rat In a Cage by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 3335 | Rating: M | CW: Kidnapping/Hostages, Mildly Dubious Consent, Minor Injuries | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): Steddie | Tags: Post S4, Future Fic, Famous Eddie, Teacher Steve, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Finding Themselves in a Predicament, Getting Together, With a Drastic Nudge

When Life Closes a Door, Eat it by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 485 | Rating: G | POV: Eddie, OC (dog) | Relationships: N/A | CW: N/A | Tags: kinda-famous corroded coffin, making songs, Dog fic

G1: Locked Door by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 3.4k | Rating: E | Pairing: Pep!Band!Gareth x Basketball!Player!FemaleReader | CW: Nervous Gareth, smut - oral (f receiving), protected p in v sex | Tags: Pep!Band!Gareth x Basketball!Player!FemaleReader, College AU, Modern AU, Corroded Coffin, eventual smut, Fem!Reader

Prompt: Childhood Enemies

Baby Brother by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 2889 | Rating: G | POV: Al, Eddie, Steve| Relationships: Eddie / Steve, Eddie & Wayne | CW: Child neglect, emotional abuse by not setting boundaries, use of f-slur (but not in a totally negative way), parent death, grief, teacher abuse | Tags: Al dies, good uncle Wayne, good brother Wayne, complicated feelings of grief

Books, Covers, You Know What They Say by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 930 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Mentions of Bullying, Spoilers for Charlotte's Web | POV: Jeff | Relationship(s): Jeff & Goodie (Freak), Jeff & Goodie & Eddie | Tags: Pre S4, Time Skips, Classmates, Finding Common Ground, D&D

This is not my idea of fun by @alicetallula | Medium: Art | Tags: Swan Princess AU, Gareth, Chrissy, watercolors, ink pens, colored pencils, gel pens, graphite pencils, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the background, Gareth's freckles, lyrics and for the title

Prompt: Nice Guy Who Only Hates You

Dog House by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 935 | Rating: G | POV: Jeff| Relationships: Jeff / Chrissy | CW: N/A | Tags: Meet-ugly, Dog fic, Modern AU, Gym AU, Gym Owner Chrissy, Gym Baby Jeff

Freakier than me by @felixir-of-moths | Word Count: 2575 | Rating: T | Relationships: Eddie Munson & Gareth Emerson, Eddie & Jeff & Freak | CW: period-typical transphobia, past bullying implied, knife | Tags: pre-season4, miscommunication, enemies to friends, Corroded Coffin, background Hellfire, Eddie Munson is a Little Shit, Gay Eddie Munson, no romance, trans!Gareth, coming out, light angst, happy ending, LOTR references, Eddie & Gareth's friendship

B2: Nice Guy Who Only Hates You by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 1.7k | Rating: E | Pairing: Gareth Emerson x Fem!Girlfriend | CW: threesome, cuckholding/voyeurism, MFF, oral fem!rec, past-tense FF relationship/situationship/explorationship | Tags: College-ish AU, Gareth Emerson x Fem!Girlfriend (unnamed OC), past Gareth's Girl x fem!reader, fem!reader x Gareth's girl x Gareth

That's The Rule by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 1025 | Rating: T | CW: Mentions of Bullying | POV: Goodie | Relationship(s): Goodie & Jeff, Jeff & Goodie & Eddie | Tags: Pre S4, Time Skips, Classmates, Trying to Make Friends Is Hard, Reading is Easy

Prompt: Spot the Imposter

I2: Spot the Imposter by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 1.8k | Rating: E | Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader | CW: Dirty talk, oral sex, unprotected sex, Eddie is pretty damn confident in his skills, Fem!Reader doesn't have the greatest history with obtaining orgasms which causes some self-doubt. Don't worry. Eddie' helps. ;) | Tags: Rockstar Eddie Munson, Groupie!Reader, oral sex, dirty talk, p in v sex

Spot the Imposter by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Medium: Art | CW: soft vore, plant monster | Tags: monster attack

Prompt: End of the World

i get stoned for survival (it helps with the healing) by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 9396 | Rating: E | CW: Injuries, Unprotected Sex, Mention of Weed | POV: Eddie (and a little Steve) | Relationship(s): Steddie | Tags: Canon Divergence Before Events of S4, Zombie Apocalypse, Surviving in Hawkins, Forming An Unlikely Alliance, Virgin Eddie, Corroded Coffin Boys, Good Uncle Wayne Munson

Musical Stabbings by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 931 | Rating: G | POV: None | Relationships: None | CW: N/A | Tags: text fic, game industry bullshit, corroded boys being silly

N2: End of the World by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 4.8k | Rating: E | Pairing: Pep!Band!Gareth x Basketball!Player!FemaleReader | CW:Gareth's a dumbass. Seriously. A magnificent dumbass. Smut, overuse of the word jock, and sportsball references. | Tags: Pep!Band!Gareth x Basketball!Player!FemaleReader, College AU, Modern AU, Corroded Coffin, eventual smut, Fem!Reader

Prompt: Nobody Lives, Everybody Dies

Holding hands at the end of the world by @dreamwatch | Word Count: 3.6k | Rating: M | CW: MCD, suicide, references to deaths including children | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Steddie | Future fic, older Steddie, angst, goodbyes, end of the world, prompt says it all, no happy endings

No DM Left Behind by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 2016 | Rating: G | POV: Jeff | Relationships: Steve / Eddie (background) | CW: N/A | Tags: new beginnings, dnd campaign, light angst with a happy ending

The Next Step is Love by @tedewitt | Word Count: 1400 | Rating: NR | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | CW: None | Tags: Nobody Lives Everyone Dies, Post-Season/Series 04, Hawkins has fallen, Afterlife, Vecna Wins, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Purgatory, Parent Death, Author was inspired by the stairs in Soul

Prompt: Crack Fic Treated Seriously

O2: Crack Fic Treated Seriously by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 3.1k | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | Pairing: None - maybe background Eddie x Gareth, if you squint | CW: I'm just sorry about this one. The words cock and dick are used an inordinate amount of times. The ridiculousness of this is off the charts. I -- just have nothing else to say | Tags: Corroded Coffin: Jeff, Grant, Gareth and Eddie, Freaky Friday with dicks

Baby Mine by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 5293 | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Eddie / Steve | CW: N/A | Tags: Weird biology, literal cars having sex, upside down, car AU, crack treated seriously, fluff, light angst with a happy ending

Prompt: Too Many Beds

we went down swingin' (yes we did) by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 7117 | Rating: E | CW: Spouse Swapping, Some Cuckolding Kink, A Little Dash of Dom/Sub Vibes | POV: Eddie, Steve, Gareth | Relationship(s): Steddie, Gareth/Di (OC) + the Swinging Pairings | Tags: Future Fic, Everybody Lived Nobody Died, Middle Aged, Road Retired Corroded Coffin, Lifelong Friends, Bored Empty Nesters, Swinging, Key Party

Only in my head, my head by @felixir-of-moths | Word Count: 1265 | Rating: T | Relationships: Steve&Eddie | CW: major character death | Tags: meta, limbo, based on the backrooms, dreams&nightmares, POV Eddie, character study, angst&tragedy, ambiguous ending

Treasons by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 7084 | Rating: T | POV: Eddie, Steve, Dustin, Female OC | Relationships: Steve / Eddie | CW: off screen child death, familial murder, and intense grief, suicidal ideation | Tags: love confessions, arranged marriage, royalty au, getting together

Bed-hopping by @steddie-island | Word Count: 1409 | Rating: G | Tags: Too Many Beds, Jeff is a little shit, misunderstandings/ miscommunication, minor Jonathan/ Argyle and Robin/ Vickie

Prompt: Hate at First Sight

I3: Hate at First Sight by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 1.4k | Rating: T | POV: Grant | Pairing: Grant, Eddie Munson, a very little smidgen of Gareth Emerson | CW: Some strong language and the boys are nakie, but that's it! | Tags: Alternate universe, Grant is an Eagle Scout and a master survivalist, Naked and Afraid AU

The stars on any other car would shine as bright by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 2319 | Rating: G | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Eddie / Steve | CW: N/A | Tags: internalized classism, angst, angst with a happy ending

a charity case by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 3450 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Underage Drinking, Canon Injuries | POV: Steve | Relationship(s): Steve & Everyone, Pre-Steddie | Tags: Set at the End of S3, Post Mall Fire, But Before the 3 Month Time Jump, Everybody's Coddling Steve, Except for Known Menace Eddie Munson

Prompt: Free Space

Free Space: Lightsabers by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Medium: Art | Details: Lightsabers inspired by @jo-harrington's Star Wars AU.

The Rush by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 2400 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Steve | Relationship(s): Steddie, Steve & Gareth | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Jealous Eddie, Getting Together, First Kiss, Gareth's Hand is Broken, Corroded Coffin Needs a Fill-in Drummer

Prompt: Time Travel Break-It Worse

Henrycapolypse by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 2449 | Rating: E | POV: Jeff, Henry, Spider (OC) | Relationships: None | CW: Torture, Major Character Death(s) | Tags: Protective to the point of psychotic uncle Wayne, Bitching El, Twilight-zone-esque weirdness

What Happened, Happened by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 1586 | Rating: M | CW: Canon Character Death, Other Temporary Character Deaths | POV: Steve | Relationship(s): Multiple Mentioned | Tags: Post S4, Time Travel/Time Loop, Eddie Died and Gareth Blames Steve, Steve Tries to Fix It, It Only Goes Downhill From There, Angst, Guilt, Bargaining, Regret, Acceptance

Prompt: Faking the Dead

Just Film by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 350 | Rating: G | POV: Steve | Relationships: Steve / Eddie | CW: N/A | Tags: kinda-famous corroded coffin, tiktok fic (kinda), Dog fic

Desperate Times, Desperate Measures by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 1320 | Rating: T | CW: Temporary Character Death, Language | POV: Gareth | Relationship(s): Corroded Coffin & Eddie, Background Steddie | Tags: Post S4, There's Finally a Funeral to Attend, And For Some Reason Gareth Has to Sit Next to Steve Harrington

Prompt: Riches to Rags

What Condition My Condition Was In by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 2790 | Rating: T | CW: Traumatic Brain Injury, Alcoholism, Housing Insecurity | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): Pre-Steddie, Background Ronance | Tags: Struggling After The Events of S4, Future Fic, Middle Aged, Finding Each Other, Hurt/Comfort

Not a Dog Person by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 2987 | Rating: G | POV: Eddie, OC (dog) | Relationships: Steve / Eddie | CW: Neglected dog | Tags: dog fic, corroded coffin boys trying to make it, dognapping

A Party of Freaks by @felixir-of-moths | Word Count: 2,978 | Rating: T | Characters: Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Freak, Robin "Rob" (they/them), Steve | Tags: AU Dungeons&Dragons, tieflings, high fantasy, mercenaries, Eddie & Robin are little teasing shits, politics, taverns

Prompt: If I Can't Fix Them, I'll Just Make Them Worse

Four Chords by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 623 | Rating: G | POV: Eddie | Relationships: N/A | CW: N/A | Tags: kinda-famous corroded coffin, making songs, Dog fic

Prompt: Lovers to Friends to Strangers

N4: Lovers to Friends to Strangers by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 1.8k | Rating: M | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson, Older!Eddie x Older!Steve | CW: angst, TBI | Tags: Steve brings up an uncomfortable topic. One that's been bothering him for ages; and Eddie does his best to be there for the man he loves.

Fizzling by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 3721 | Rating: E | POV: Jason Carver | Relationships: Jason Carver / Gareth | CW: N/A | Tags: well-meaning but asshole Jason Carver, break up, ambiguous ending (if you think break-ups are a bad thing), getting together, bad sex, good sex

i needed the shelter of someone's arms (and there you were) by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 3636 | Rating: E | CW: Teen Sex, Voyeurism | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): Steddie, Background Stoncy | Tags: Post S1, Post S3, Time Hops, Eddie Sees Things in the Woods That Leave Him Even More Obsessed With Steve Harrington, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending

Prompt: Idiot Ball

One Last Sin Before We Hit The Road by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 1149 | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Eddie/Steve | CW: N/A | Tags: gag, monster dildo, claws, public sex, steve harrington's stabbing kink, monsterfucker!steve, monster!eddie, car sex

G4: Idiot Ball by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 3.1k | Rating: E | Pairing: Pep!Band!Gareth x Basketball!Player!FemaleReader | CW: Gareth’s lack of charm, despite his best efforts, some suggestive language, lots of sports talk, eventual smut (none yet) | Tags: Pep!Band!Gareth x Basketball!Player!FemaleReader, College AU, Modern AU, Corroded Coffin, eventual smut, Fem!Reader

Prompt: True Hate's Kiss

Ginger Me This by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 1363 | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Steve / Eddie | CW: None | Tags: Light D/S, Spanking, Figging, Fail Sex, Fluff and Smut, PWP

Prompt: Grand Theft Me

Sever by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 3291 | Rating: G | POV: Eddie, Joyce, Wayne, Henry | Relationships: None | CW: Financial Struggles, Retail Work | Tags: Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Struggling Joyce Byers, Unionization kind of

Their youngest fan by @felixir-of-moths | Word Count: 1331 | Rating: T | Relationships: Chrissy&Eddie, Steve&Robin | CW: involuntary kidnapping | Tags: AU modern setting, Corroded Coffin on Tour, accidental baby acquisition, pre-Steddie, pre-Buckingham, minor Joncy, kidnapping, implied alcohol abuse, Eddie Munson is a Mess, Babysitter Steve Harrington, Happy Ending

the hitchhiker by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 408 | Rating: M | Pairing: Steddie | CW: Incorporeal Eddie, Mild Sexual Content | POV: Steve | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Died, But He's Still Hanging Around, Hitching Rides

Prompt: Marriage of Inconvenience

If You Like Pina Colatas by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 742 | Rating: T | POV: Jeff| Relationships: Jeff / Chrissy | CW: N/A | Tags: Recreational alcohol use, domestic fluff

Four Ring Circus by @steddie-island | Word Count: 943 | Rating: M | Tags: Steddie, implied Gareth/ Jeff/ Unnamed Freak, Las Vegas wedding, drunken shenanigans, crack fic

Prompt: Meet Ugly

N5: Meet Ugly by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 2043 | Rating: T | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Eddie/OFC | CW: Strong language, Eddie’s eternal insecurities, Gareth’s eternally brash personality | Tags: Eddie Munson, Dr. Alex Hall, Corroded Coffin

Chips Off The Block by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 1153 | Rating: G | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Eddie & Steve, Eddie & Al | CW: Child neglect, badly raised Eddie with a lot of internalized misogyny | Tags: Meet-Ugly, Steve / Eddie as children

Hellfire by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 695 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Very Mild Period Typical Homophobia | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): Eddie & Gareth | Tags: Pre-S4, High School, Meet Ugly, Making Friends is a Special Kind of Hell

Prompt: It Gets Better Before It Gets Worse

Star Jumps by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 480 | Rating: T | POV: Jeff | Relationships: Jeff / Chrissy | CW: N/A | Tags: Domestic fluff, just pure fluff, Chrissy and Jeff are so in love, The perils of dating a jock

G5: It Gets Better Before It Gets Worse by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 1.4k | Rating: T | POV: Eddie | CW: Hospitals, injury, post-S4, Dr. Owens, angst, open ending | Tags: Corroded Coffin, The Party

Prompt: Mutual Resentment

O5: Mutual Resentment by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 2.7k | Rating: T | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson | CW: Steve and Eddie sweetness. Oh. Eddie's a perv. The end. | Tags: Alternate universe, Gardener!Steve, Influencer!Steve, Rockstar!Eddie, Supportive!Husband!Eddie

Jumping The Fence by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Word Count: 3023 | Rating: T | POV: Eddie, Jeff, Chrissy | Relationships: Jeff & Eddie & Chrissy | CW: Reality show nonsense | Tags: Bachelorette AU, Self Discovery, Author thinks a LOT about reality dating shows

[mama-qwerty]

well, we're reaching the 'useless eaters' stage. it was nice knowing all of you.

I assume you're referring to RFK Jr's comments regarding autistic people.

I'll be honest. I'm tired. Exhausted, really. I've been trying to stay as separated from today's political scene as I can, mostly for my own sanity. It's absolutely not that I don't care, it's because it's so fucking bad I can't watch it happen in real time or else I'll start crying and never stop.

The fact that we're back here, again, dealing with the Cheeto in Chief and his pettiness, his greed, his hate, his imbecilic, shortsighted, egocentric thoughts and notions is absolutely infuriating. And terrifying. He's steamrolling horrible ideas through--with his little lap dog Musk humping his leg the whole way--and Congress is letting him.

His appointees are just as unqualified as they were before, but somehow worse.

They are truly pulling out all stops and going after everyone they either don't like, or think don't contribute to their own wealth. Case in point, the comments this human skin tag made regarding autistic people:

"Autism destroys families, and more importantly, it destroys our greatest resource, which is our children. They'll never pay taxes, they'll never hold a job, they'll never play baseball, they'll never write a poem, they'll never go out on a date. Many of them will never use a toilet unassisted."

Gotta love his priorities here. "Autism destroys families, and MORE IMPORTANTLY, it destroys our greatest resource."

Sure, families may struggle and spend $$$$ getting their kids the help they need, and that can put a real strain on things. Some parents worry themselves sick about their child's future, what will happen to them when they're older. Sometimes it is really, really hard. Sometimes marriages don't survive. Sometimes parents really struggle.

But, whatevs, that's secondary to the TRUE tragedy, which is that these kids will never pay taxes or work.

(Always pay attention to the order of things said.)

He (and all his rich buddies) sees children as nothing more than the future cogs in the capitalism machine, earning more money for the billionaires filling his (and other Republicans') pockets to ensure they pay no taxes and get all regulations and laws rolled back so they can keep making as much money as humanly possible off the backs of those beneath them.

How . . . fuck, I don't even have a word strong enough for this. But it is mindboggling that someone would look at a child and essentially deem them unworthy of help, of life, simply because they won't be a good little slave for the capitalism grinder.

He's talking about my daughter, by the way. My autistic daughter, who is 17, going on 7. She is mentally and emotionally a child, who will likely never hold a job, never live independently. She'll likely never date, never marry, and never pop out more little cogs that rich assholes like this guy can take advantage of, and work to death so his billionaire buddies can make another few bucks to add to their already obscenely insane amounts of wealth.

Guys like this thrive on fearmongering. It's easier to get people on your side, get people to vote for you, get people to get behind what you want, if you appeal to their fear. Their anger and outrage. "Why should my tax dollars go to pay for such useless people?" Well, he's just zeroed in your focus, hasn't he? He'll get to the bottom of this 'autism epidemic'. He'll find the cause and eliminate it. And if people die in the process? If his hateful rhetoric spurs some of the more unstable into action against these 'useless' people in society?

Well, that's just one less useless resource, isn't it?

I'm tired. I'm just so very fucking tired of the hate. It's such a fundamentally unproductive emotion. Anger and hate and spite. So many people spend so much time focusing on others--their genitals, who they love, the color of their skin, their religion, how 'useful' they are to the meat grinder capitalism--instead of just minding their own fucking business and going on with their lives.

I couldn't imagine being so angry about how someone else lives, if they're not hurting me or affecting my life in the slightest. I just don't understand it. I really don't.

[transformers-spike]

Your Dreadwing fanfiction is the best thing I ever came across on AO3, especially since I still haven't gotten over the death of Dreadwing's voice actor Tony Todd since last November and was feeling pretty down for a while until I found your story which has really helped lift my mood up. Pretty bummed out that there's only 2 chapters left until the story finishes since I don't want it to end but I understand that it's your story so don't let me bother you but I do have some questions for you if you don't mind me asking you. Now that Bulkhead's seen the interactions between Dreadwing and Toyota during the mission do you think he's going to tell everyone back at the Autobot base about it and how would everyone react to it especially with Wheeljack since there's still bad blood between them? Will Dreadwing ever meet Toyota's children in person since I know he wants to meet them? Will they ever confess their feelings for each other? What other human elements will Toyota introduce Dreadwing to during their time together? I would certainly love to see Dreadwing being curious about either music or movies since he's seen and heard the kids talking about it back at the base and asks Toyota about it and she decides to introduce Dreadwing to music first and then shows him a movie which would really captivate him since he's never seen anything like it before. It would be really funny though if the movie that Toyota picked out happened to have either an intense kissing scene or even a sex scene which embarrasses both of them though Dreadwing's secretly curious about how humans reproduce and mate with each other and secretly looks up sex in his downtime to study for future references. You're an amazing writer with incredible talent and I hope to read more from you soon. Keep up the good work, you're awesome!

You have no idea how giddy I am reading this - absolutely uiefhhufwuieuifewiefhwhefififeuifei - keeping this close to my heart Now, don't worry, this fic will definitely take more than two more chapters to finish because I'm in slowburn hell. How long will it take? No fucking idea, I'm just writing it at my own pace Rest in peace Tony Todd. I got into Dreadwing after I learned about him passing away. Watching the show made it bittersweet. Now, I will answer a few questions without really spoiling anything. Let's just say you need to pry that info out of Bulkhead (he's being a lot more careful after what happened with Wheeljack) - now the question is, who can pry it out? As the tags say, Dreadwing definitely becomes a dad in his own weird way. Maybe not in the traditional sense, but he's certainly doing his best Laughing at the idea of them watching a movie with a sex scene in it - especially if Toyota fucks up and hasn't watched it beforehand. In this scenario she's too awkward and just stares at the screen while aggressively avoiding eye contact, unwilling to look at him during the raunchiest scene imaginable that lasts way too long. Meanwhile, Dreadwing assumes this is part of human culture, and averts his gaze from her and watches the entire thing no matter how weird it makes him feel. Neither of them bring up the movie the next day

[cripplecharacters]

Hello! I have a question about characters with a facial difference and animal attributes (like, Kemonos).

A story I'm planning has the protagonists coming from our world to one with magic, where the magic usually shows on your body, like someone with light magic having glowing hair and stuff like that.

One of the characters has strabismus. In my original idea, she was going to be an animal shapeshifter, since she studies zoology and likes improv theater; her visual cue would be being a mix and match kemono (like, a rabbit ear, a dog ear, and a lion tail, or something like that). She'd keep the strabismus in all forms.

But I think while scrolling the blog I saw something about disabled people/people with FDs often being likened to animals, so now I'm worried that it might fall into that trope, though it wasn't intended. There will be other characters with FDs who aren't Kemonos (including another main character), and there's other kemonos and characters with animal-based magic who don't have a FD, but if it falls into an uncomfortable trope, I can come up with another magic for her and give the shapeshifting to someone else.

Thank you all so much for all the hard work you're doing on this blog, by the way!

Hey!

This sounds fine to me, mostly because of a few things:

she isn't originally an animal, and even then only has animalistic attributes;

she chooses to transform into an animal, and the decision is related to her passion rather than “all characters get innate magic and the visibly disabled one just 'happens' to be the sole animalistic one”;

ears and tails are almost* always fair game IMO;

there are other characters with facial differences who aren't associated with animals;

there are other characters without facial differences who are associated with animals.

*- things that are exceptions to that (for future reference if anyone wants it): - rabbit features + cleft lip; - cow features + vitiligo; - rat anything + anything, I actually like rats a lot but as an animal they gotta stay away from being associated from like 99% of minorities' representation; - “funny animal” + strabismus/drooling/skull conditions, as a rule of thumb: if the character looks like a wojak it's time to stop.

So yeah, I don't see anything wrong with it. It sounds pretty cool.

I'm usually not a fan of animalistic characters with facial differences (unless we are talking about a story where everyone is an animal, that's a completely different thing) because I, and quite a lot of people I know, have been compared to them as part of bullying or a microaggression. For me personally, it was both by people who were intentionally trying to harass me, as well as genuinely well-meaning people who just didn't consider that maybe telling someone his face reminds them of a dog's one is kinda fucked up.

The reason I don't think that's what's going on here is that you seem to be aware of the trope's existence and try to avoid it, along with giving your character actual agency. The magic giving her animal features isn't because of her disability (which is clear based on the fact that there are other characters with one but not the other trait), it's because she as a character likes animals!

I will also say that I'm not really against all kinds of animal-related magic when it comes to characters with facial differences. If there was a Disney princess with septicemia scarring on her whole body who talks with deer, it would go hard as hell. But the 99.9% of animal-related characters with FD I see are more akin to “scary scarred man is likened to a [predatory animal] because he's so scary and has scars, also he's drawn in a collar and half his dialogue tags are animalistic”, thus the blanket “no animal people with FDs please” statement you saw on some of my previous posts.

Hope this helps and explains my reasoning. Good luck with your writing,

mod Sasza

[seeds-and-sins]

Light My Fire - Part Eight

Pairing: Ben "Soldier Boy" x Reader

Rating: M (Crude Language, Curse Words, Sexism, minor references to sex, WARNING: talks about death and self-harm)

Description: Phoenix tries to rectify the missing pieces within herself, but she struggles to figure out how.

Tagged: @tonixe@chernayawidow , @deans-spinster-witchs-favorites, @ophennie@virgoelf-blog , @my-obsession-spn, @capricxnt @demodemo909 @boywivlove

Song: Gypsy - Fleetwood Mac

"FUCK!" Homelander yelled, the tv remote broke in his closed fist. One of the flat screen televisions in the meeting room was set to channel 8 and Starlight was all over the news. Her little video had gone viral, her resignation given, Homelander thrown under the bus, this was all out war. Homelander was fuming, Ashley was gnawing her nails down to the skin, the Deep was posted at one of the chairs around the table, Agnes was sitting a few seats down from him sipping on a cup of coffee.

And you were standing there, arms crossed, staring blankly at the screen.

You were so tired. Physically, mentally, and emotionally drained from everything. Just from living really.

When was the last time you slept again?

"Okay!" Ashley squealed, "We'll fix this. We'll fix this. Please. Oh my god! Fuck!" Your eyes slid shut, her panicking died in your ears, the world silenced for a moment.

"Phoenix!" Your eyes shot open, Homelander was staring at you with a look of desperation plastered on his face. "What do we do?" Your hands tightened around your biceps and your teeth dug into your bottom lip. What do we do? More importantly, what should be done?

"We don't have time to worry about Starlight." Your voice came out hoarse, in a low whisper. The room fell quiet. "She has a loyal fan base, but they aren't as loyal as our people. I wouldn't worry about her." Homelander nodded virgorously, licking his lips. The desperation in his boyish eyes faded and what replaced it was a sharp coldness.

"You're right. We've got to find Soldier Boy."

"But we need to make a statement!" Ashley's shrill made you roll your eyes.

"Go take a fuckin' Xanax, Ashley!" You commanded, holding up an admonishing finger. Ashley's lips shut with a resounding pop and she straightened, fear crawled up her spine and glued her to the floor. "I'll talk. I know how to charm a crowd. It'll put this off until we can get shit under control." Your command came out more as a question, Homelander's jaw flicked from side to side before he nodded. "Come on Agnes." The older woman rose from the table without protest, following after your quick strides with a waddle of her own.

...

"Good Evening!" You crowned your fingers and propped them up on the podium. "I appreciate you all being here for this impromptu press conference. Given the situation, I'm sure you know there are a few things that Vought needs to address."

"Where's Homelander?" A journalist shouted from the crowd, flapping his hand above the sea of heads to get Phoenix's attention.

"Homelander is off handling more important matters." The crowd broke out in shouted questions and mixed words, journalists reaching over eachother as they attempted to flag you down. You begrudgingly pointed at a woman in the front row.

"Isn't this important? Starlight has resigned? What is the future of the Seven? Why are you up there when you're not even on the team?" It went silent as everyone waited for a response, or rather, a staccato of responses to answer a staccato of questions. You paused, thought about the significance of your next words, what they would mean. You found a camera and stared into it.

"I want to make myself very clear..." Your voice penetrated the air, the room was thick with the tone that every syllable carried. "Starlight isn't a priority. Everyday Homelander, I, and many other heroes are trying to keep you all safe. We fought overseas so that the super villain threat could be contained. I underestimated the enemy and now the super villain threat is here. Us heroes need to be doing our jobs, not starting petty battles over social media. If Starlight wants to play her games and spread her lies, slander us, she is welcome to do so. But Homelander and I are going to focus on what is important: your safety, your lives."

An intense stillness blanketed the crowd, a few camera flashes. One journalist had the gull to raise their hand, when no one else would, not after a speech like that.

"What are your thoughts on the deathes of the TNT twins? Your former colleagues?"

Good. I'm glad they're dead.

"And your friend? Crimson Countess?" Your head tilted to the other voice, you swallowed and looked down at your fingers.

"Countess wasn't my friend, and neither were the Twins." You shook your head. "Not anymore at least. Not when they turned their backs on..." You paused. Me. -- Ben. "On you. The people. Some of the strongest heroes I knew for their time, and only Noir and I remain. The others worried about their luxury condos, their ratings, movie deals, royalties. None of them cared about what really matters. I don't mourn them. I don't think I ever will."

"But what of Soldier Boy? You were there when he died, did you mourn him?"

"I-" You had to take a deep breath, the emotions that swelled in you had nearly knocked you off your feet. You cleared your throat and held back tears. "I did. I do."

Soldier Boy was still dead to you.

"Soldier Boy died so that all of us could live."

...

 🎶 So I'm back to the velvet underground.  🎶 

 🎶 Back to the floor that I love... 🎶 

Three Xanax, two blunts-going on three-and half a bottle of whiskey later, you found yourself laying on your bed in a mess of comforter and pillows. Your suit was discarded somewhere, leaving you down to nothing but your underwear. And you were just laying there, staring up at the ceiling as you smoked from a blunt and sipped from a bronze filled glass. Your record player sung in the background, mellowing out your already distant mood.

 🎶 To a room with some lace and paper flowers 🎶 

 🎶 Back to the gypsy that I was 🎶 

 🎶 To the gypsy that I was... 🎶 

What did you have?

John?

He kept you around as an extension of himself rather than as someone he cared for. You were the arms of his authority, fingers curled around your enemies with a vice grip. In reverse, he was a reflection of you in many ways, uncaring, erratic, impulsive. You knew he didn't care about you. Not truly. You weren't sure he was capable of it. Maybe with some admiration, some approval, but love was a distant thought in John's head. He only ever craved it from others. And you were more than able to provide in the past, giving pieces of yourself to John without a second thought. Now you had no more pieces left to give.

 🎶 And it all comes down to you. 🎶 

 🎶 And you know that it does when. 🎶 

 🎶 Lightening strikes maybe once maybe twice. 🎶 

Your fans?

You would rather burn them all alive, throw them in a furnace and walk away. They didn't love you. They loved the image of yourself that you fronted, but they didn't know you.

 🎶 Oh and it lights up the night. 🎶 

 🎶 And you see your gypsy (ohh, ohh) 🎶 

 🎶 You see your gypsy. 🎶 

You?

That was all you had. Herodom was a quiet life, a lonely one. But it was never about saving people or doing some good in the world. As much as Starlight thought she was making a difference, the world would never change. There would always be criminals. There would always be greedy politicans and corrupt agents of the law. The world was cold and callous and it never retreated.

And you had nothing.

You were a victim of the chaos. Vought took you in, molded you into something vile and morbid, tossed you around in a bag of salt, and hurled you into the world for their own profit.

You were an experiment.

Your lips wrapped around the end of your blunt and you took a drag. Smoke flowed from your nostrils, it floated up toward the high ceiling and you watched it swirl until it faded completely.

Your head drooped to the side and your face wrinkled as if you were about to cry, before you suppressed that urge.

 🎶 To the gypsy that remains. 🎶 

 🎶 Faces freedom, with a little fear. 🎶 

 🎶 I have no fear, and have only love. 🎶 

 🎶 And if I was a child and the child was enough. 🎶 

 🎶 Enough for me to love. 🎶 

 🎶 Enough to love. 🎶 

Through a blurry haze, your half lidded eyes spotted a figure at the open double doors leading into your bedroom. You shifted a little, squinted, then slowly sat upright.

"Ben?"

He was dressed in his full suit, arms straight at his sides.

"Hello, hot stuff." He answered casually, stepping closer. He sent you a boyish smile that reminded you of his older self, all cocky, all confident, all play, no work.

"What are you-" The blunt dropped from your hand, hitting the marble floor. "What are you doing here?" His eyes darted down your body, hovering over your naked torso a little longer than necessary before raising back to your face.

"You didn't need me?" You dropped your head, a firm hand cupped on your jaw, the touch burned into your skin and your gaze was being directed back to Ben. He felt so real. He felt solid. He felt tangible.

 🎶 She is dancing away from you now (Oooh). 🎶 

 🎶 She was just a wish, she was just a wish (ooh, ooh). 🎶 

 🎶 And her memory is all that is left for you now. 🎶 

"Am I hallucinating?" Your palms rested gently on his chest, Ben's thumb scaled your cheek and he sighed.

"No."

 🎶 You see you're a gypsy. 🎶 

"This is a dream, sweetheart."

"Of course it is," You sniffled.

"You wouldn't be able to hallucinate, even if you wanted." Another voice chimed and when you glanced over, it was Vogelbaum. "Your body can't sustain the affects of foreign substances long enough for that to happen." He was in a bloodied labcoat and his words were slightly muffled through a gas mask. Your expression lit up with panic and your head was being yanked back by Soldier Boy's hand.

"Don't pay attention to that piece of shit." Soldier Boy drew you closer with his other hand at your hip. "Just look at me."

"Why is this happening? Why am I dreaming about this?" You whispered, Ben's hand moved to cradle the back of your head.

"Because I'm the answer." You blinked at him, then tiredly moved into his body. Your arms wrapped around him and you hugged him. Ben enveloped you in return, his strong and bulky arms holding you close...

"You even smell real."

"That's what happens when you smoke a lot of dope."

"Also, the cannabis you were smoking no doubt contained traces of LSD." Vogelbaum again. You squeezed your eyes shut and Soldier Boy grunted when your arms tightened around him.

"Can he just shut up for fucks sake?" Soldier Boy inhaled deeply and he exhaled with a sigh.

"You want my advice?"

"Not really." He grabbed your shoulders and drew you away at arm's length.

"Sometimes you gotta take life by the balls, kid." You blinked at him, your head sinking toward your chest. Soldier Boy rolled his eyes before grabbing under your chin and lifting your head again. "Remember back in the day. We didn't let anybody get in our way. We owned this fuckin' place."

"Oh no." You breathed, your palms rose to your cheeks and Soldier Boy relinquished his hold on you so you could pace away from him. "It's happening. This is it. I'm having the worst mental breakdown of my life. I'm going to destroy the world."

"Only in theory." Vogelbaum piped in again, "Theoretically your body can reach temperatures bordering that of the sun and in that instance-" Soldier Boy's shield came hurtling toward him out of nowhere. The Scientist disappeared in a puff of smoke before the metal could touch him.

"I hate that guy." Soldier Boy's head tilted as he considered you. "Listen..." He emphasized with raised hands. "The only person who understands you right now is me." He stepped toward you, and you hunched in on yourself in defeat."You have me. I'm your answer."

"You're also a figment of my imagination."

"Nah, honey, I'm out there. I'm alive. Come find me."

"You want me dead out there." Soldier Boy's lips quirked up in a handsome smirk and he shook his head.

"But, sweetheart, I don't."

...

When your eyes opened, they opened slowly, the blunt had burnt out in your bed sheet and your body was sprawled out across the bed in all different directions. You blinked at the ceiling, thinking about your dream, thinking about him. The thought left a gross taste in your mouth, your stomach jumped and a weight settled in your chest.

Gosh, you wanted to die sometimes, didn't you?

What was this? What were you doing here?

Why don't you just leave and give all this up? Just like you always wanted.

Because you can't.

You were tired.

It took a few minutes of blank staring before you rose from your bed and travelled out of your room.

"God help me!" You heard a voice exclaim as you entered into the living room. It was Agnes. She made an effort to cover her gaze from your nude figure. And after all these years, she still hadn't gotten used to your ways. You squinted at her, stumbling toward the onset of the kitchen.

"What are you doing here? I told you to leave." Agnes nervously clenched and unclenched her fingers, finally lowering her hand to look at you. Your eyes connected, Agnus' wrinkles creased with a furrowed brow, with concern.

"Homelander wanted me to stay. He's worried about you." You groaned, pouring yourself another glass of whiskey and downing it back with a wince.

"I'm fine."

"You don't look fine." You poured the next glass, sipping from it as you held Agnus' expectant gaze.

"John just wants to make sure I'm on his side." You replied in a dull tone, hunching over the countertop.

"Are you?" You didn't respond. Not immediately. Your eyes flitted around the penthouse and you took in the expanse of space that had been your home for decades.

"Maybe I don't want to be on a side anymore, Agnes." You placed your glass down and stalked over to a wall that held various photos and movie posters and memories from the old days. You scanned each photo, as you had hundreds of times, with a trained eye.

"Please. Tell me what's wrong."

"Everything I do, it doesn't matter." Your eyes paused on a familiar face, and you felt a sadness engulf the entirety of your heart.

He was so good to you. Always trying to comfort you. Always at your side when you needed him.

"Do ya'maybe want to talk about it?"

"No."

You would go find him. That was final. You were sure of it. Screw everyone else. This man. He would be the one you went to. He was the one you needed. He would tell you what you needed to do and he would be genuine. Above all. He would be genuine.

"I'm heading out for a little bit, Agnes. Alone." You took quick steps toward your room.

"Wait, wh-where are you going? Homelander told me to watch you." You didn't respond, turning to close the double doors into your bedroom. At the last glimpse between the cracks, you saw her plop onto the couch with exasperation.

[harpersdragons]

Masterlist (of sorts)

For ease of me remembering, I'm posting a list of my WIPS/fics/future ideas

I'll include links to published works, all on Ao3

Pretty much all my fics are Jason-centric

Also as a disclaimer, I have not read the comics. Everything I know comes from other fics, and my comic obsessed friend who will go on rants about it.

you guys can pry good parent bruce wayne out of my cold, dead, hands, alright?

my other most common trope is jason and Damian met in the league and are really close. It makes my beta reader happy, and anything to keep her from taking me off her WIPS xD

Also I will take requests!

POSTED:

The Haunting of Wayne Manor...By Jason Todd: Canon Divergence, Jason doesn't go with his original plot for Gotham, but sneaks into the Manor and lives there in secret. Based on this post

(Don't) Leave Me Alone: Jason is hit with Fear toxin

In Which Jason Is a Little Bit of an Idiot: Jason gets hit with cuddle pollen way too many times and, like an idiot, refuses to ask for help. it causes issues for everyone involved

The Cat Distribution Center (But Magic?): Jason finds a cat. That's the whole fic.

The Power of Brotherly Love (And Therapy): A fix-it of my friend's fic, who wrote her whole fic just to torture me. This one is a lot heavier and deals with suicide and self-harming.

No, Tim, You're Not Being Kidnapped! (Except Maybe You Are...): No Capes AU where Jason drags Tim into the family because he is just meant to be a middle child. (Based on this post)

^Also I think this will be a series I update when ideas strike, the first story will be inducting Tim into the family, and we'll go from there.

”Emergency”? FUCK! Jason dealing with chronic pain and his family convincing him to accept help

Doomed by the Narrative: pretty much just 2800 words of Jason spiraling, several references to Greek tragedies, and a little panic attack and dissociation thrown in for fun. there's a happy ending (or at least hopeful ending) I promise

No Grave Could Hold My Body Down: Jason gets buried alive again, hurt/comfort, bruce is a good parent

Whumptober 2024 Day 1: tim and jason are caught in a cave in, jason nearly loses control of his pit rage.

That Time Jason Almost Died (Again...): Whumptober days 10 and 22, (bleeding through bandages, slurred words). A mission goes wrong for Bruce and Jason, pretty much what the title says

The Tragic Demise of Damian Al Ghul-Wayne: Exactly what it sounds like and I feel bad about it, I apologize in advance.

Theft in the Family...By Jason Todd: Jason is tasked by Talia to take Damian to Bruce. This changes a few things. (primarily fluff, because I've done a lot of angst lately)

If my Engine Works Perfectly on Empty...(Spoiler: it doesn't): Dick has a rough time, Bruce is able to help (for once)

Sometimes you gotta burn the bridge to rebuild it: a misunderstanding ensues and Dick thnks Bruce no longer wants him around. 6 chapters currently posted

Say You Want Me (I can't handle it otherwise: An off handed joke from Bruce spirals out of control

I'm Terrified of Weather ('Cause I See You When It Rains): Dick has a flashback, he ignores it, and he’s forced to confide in Bruce about something from his past

It's Fine If We Know We Won't Change: Jason discovers just how rough it was when Tim was training to be Robin

All That Happened Hurt Me: Jason offers himself to a human trafficking ring instead of TIm. Feat. Baby Robin Jason, and even Babier Tim. Please mind the tags, the first chapter gets dark.

ONGOING:

A one shot in the no capes universe: Tim’s first time getting a bad grade while living with Bruce

Sometimes you gotta burn the bridge to rebuild it

IDEAS:

Possible Mafia AU

Shifter AUs

Someone will be getting transfigured into an animal

Time Travel where everyone has time traveled but is convinced they're the only ones who have time traveled (Based on this post)

Justice league meets batfam for the first time

[yaoipologist]

they/them | adult | ✡

heyyyy i'm lily and this is my alt! my main blog is @jinxpologist but i don't really post on there anymore :P

i don't have a dni, but i do not tolerate and will block for bigotry of any kind on my posts, including racism, transphobia, intersexism, antisemitism and islamophobia.

tags (often forget to use these please bear with me):

#jewish: what it says on the tin, anything jewish or anything that reminds me of judaism and my personal relationship with it!

#birds: pictures of birds! please feel free to tag me in bird pictures, i love them, ESPECIALLY parrots!

#otaerhyn: my dnd character, a lawful evil elf necromancer from evermeet (they/them)! they mean the world to me and have plagued my thoughts over the past year. i might make a post about them in the future to explain their deal!

#otascanio: ship tag for otaerhyn and their cambion boyfriend ascanio (he/any) whom they have a pact with. they're terrible. they're everyone's problem. i'm obsessed with them.

#unnamed dnd oc: another dnd character who i will change the tag of accordingly before session 0 lol (they/them?)

#unnamed candela oc: an oc for candela obscura who i'm currently building. a fav freak of mine (he/him?)

#abyss: the campaign i play otaerhyn in! run by the ever so lovely @/rosebud-8. my current fellow players are @/ciatana, @/salty-eggg, @/theoneandonlyve, and @/gweb-gweb, all on tumblr! ilu besties mwah <3333

#with mama: “[blank] with mama” posts bc they make me cry and i love them

fandom stuff (in no particular order):

i like hermitcraft, third life, dungeons and dragons, forgotten realms, tolkien (especially lotr and the silmarillion), baldur's gate III, literally anything to do with elves tbh, disco elysium, minecraft, homestuck, and others that i'll remember later.

my favorite ships are 3l! and hc!scarian, hannigram, bloodweave, johnkat, gigolas, jayvik, and others i'll remember later.

dsmp veteran. my favs were c!wilbur and c!techno. yeah i know.

i’m profic and proship if that matters to you, but i don’t usually engage in discourse about it on here.

please talk to me about any of these things i am autistic and will not shut the fuck up if given the chance

other stuff:

i complain a lot and talk about bigotry or annoying things i’ve seen elsewhere online a lot. i also make a lot of posts about the construction of different bigoted ideologies in general.

i have some chronic physical and mental health issues that i may discuss on here. i can get kind of miserable, but i will be okay, i promise <3

i'm a bit of a stoner and may talk about weed sometimes untagged! if that bothers you please beware!

i will refer to my gender identity as “genderless”, “trans”, “nonbinary”, “agender”, and various other terms interchangably based on how i feel at the moment. my relationship with gender is complicated to say the least and i discuss that on my blog!

my t start date is december 16th 2024!!!

haven’t finalized my conversion to judaism (i've been converting for over two years now!) but when i do i’ll put my mikvah date here!

[scourgeofmyownbrain]

This took way too fucking long- Everyone, gaze upon the Megatron/Galvatron height chart I made. If someone could get me a cold drink, I would love one, I have been working on this for the better part of a month. 26 separate designs, for one character, across 40 years of history. And I had to exclude a couple, the grand total is like 30 different ones. I left those four out because they were just pallet swaps of a design I already had; It felt redundant to include them.

This guy just can not decide if he's named Megatron or Galvatron sometimes, he just switches between the two names at random. I think in Unicron Trilogy, he switches to Galvatron multiple times, and yes, he does switch back to Megatron before every one.

My brain is kinda broken after finishing this. I worked on this one and the Optimus one at the same time (the optimus one is so much bigger holy shit-) and I've lost the ability to feel pain at this point.

Quick Disclaimer, if any of the images look weird, it's because I had to stitch a few separate images together to create a full body shot of the character.

Links to my Bumblebee Chart and my Optimus Chart. !!NEW!! -> Shockwave, Soundwave, Ratchet, and Ironhide. For future reference, all these charts will be filed under my "Transformers Height Charts" tag and my "aka the adventures of a..." tag. Hopefully, my bumblebee post is acting up and idk if the same issue will happen here.

Master Post

Explanations below the cut, I have to justify myself for a few of these.

G1 Beast Wars V1 - ~9 Feet (PMeg. TFWiki, he's so small. Dinosaur Man is so small)

G1 Beast Wars V2 - ~10 Feet (PMeg. TFWiki, This fucker has roller blades. I'm not fucking with you, they gave the T-Rex Roller Blades and he uses them)

G1 Beast Machines V1 - ~12 Feet (PMEG. The Wiki doesn't have any numbers for Beast machines, sadly, but I found an old forum post comparing the heights to the Beast Wars designs, so I win)

G1 Beast Wars V3/Machines V2 - ~13 Feet (PMEG. The TFWiki says this bitch is like 11.5 meters tall, but no, I've done the math, he is not. If he was, Rattrap, a character who is consistently stated to be 1.8 meters tall across multiple sources in multiple languages is actually not that tall. So no, he's about 2 and a bit Rattraps tall, and that translates to about 13 feet. And I'm pretty sure he reverts into this at some point in Beast machines, though correct me if I'm wrong)

G1 Beast Machines V3 - ~16 Feet (PMeg. This design is identical to the Optimal Optimus design so I'm gonna be lazy and use that number. Not like I have many other options.)

Beast Wars 2 - ~16 Feet (Galv. Idk, the wiki had the number and his name is Galvatron, was I supposed to ignore this? Never gonna watch it, but here it is)

Earth Spark - ~16 Feet 2 Inches (Mega. There are no actual numbers for Earth Spark (yet), but I was able to find Bumblebee's height, which I then compared to Optimus's height, and now I can compare Optimus and Megatron.

Yay!- he's so short it's so fucking funny tiny short man universe)

One V1 - ~17 Feet (Mega. I am aware, of the supposed "Canon Heights" listed on the wiki. 32.462 feet, allegedly. But, have you considered A: These numbers are sourced from the Walmart Promotional AR Experience that came out before the movie. B: There are three decimal points, and that number does not convert into a whole number in meters (which is originally what I thought was weird about it). C: The director has said that this movie is both canon to the LA movies and its own separate canon. AND ALSO Meg is taller than Optimus the entire movie but his height is listed as shorter than him on the wiki. They are the same height by the end of the movie, I call BULLSHIT Walmart; these are not actual numbers I will ignore them POST HASTE! Sadly, Megatron has yet to appear in the KCV live-action movies as I make this, but we know Meg and OP are the same height by the end of TFOne, so knock a couple of feet off this one, and we get pre-cog height)

Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~18 Feet (PMeg. Slightly confusing, but there are two Megatrons in this universe, but they are two completely separate characters. This is Predacon Megatron, design-wise identical to his V1 Beast Wars counterpart, but he is much taller in this universe. So I did some admittedly deranged comparisons to other characters and I got this height. It's a similar ratio to Prime & Primal's height difference so I'm running with it)

Gen 1 V2 - ~ 18 Feet 6 inches (Galv. So the Wiki failed me on this one, but- and maybe this is backwards thinking, the WFCT Galvatron is this height, at least comparing him to WFCT Megatron, who I've decided is the same height as Gen 1 Megatron, who we actually have a number for- I am aware it's convoluted but it's all I got)

Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~18 Feet 6 inches (Galv. Okay so, Galvatron and Megatron are entirely separate beings in this universe, which is a large departure from Gen 1 where they're effectively the same guy, which means I could compare their heights, and this is about the height Galvatron is. And I have decided that the WFCT Megatron is the same height as Gen 1 Megatron because they're nearly identical otherwise, making the assumption that the Galvatrons are the same easy. The amount of hoops I have to jump through sometimes...)

Gen 1 V1 - ~19 Feet (Mega. TFWiki. Hey look, it's the guy that's the foundation of like 5 other character's calculations)

Prime Wars - ~19 Feet (Mega. As I've said before, I have decided that this design is the same height as the Gen 1 design, because they're identical, yes one is 2d, and the other is 3d but I don't care)

Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~19 Feet (Mega. You already know what I'm going to say; it's identical to Gen 1. Just try and stop me)

Unicron Trilogy V2&3/ENG&CYB - ~19 Feet (Mega/Galv. He flip-flops so much in this universe, I think Megatron becomes Galvatron 3 separate times. For the uneducated, the Unicron Trilogy has given each of its 3 seasons separate names and 3 separate art styles. These are the designs used in Energon (S2) and Cybertron (S3). The Wiki had Cybertron's numbers but not Energon's, so for my own sanity, I decided the two were the same height. I could have done something in between Cybertron's and Armada's (S1) numbers, but there was a lot of float between the two)

One V2 - 19 Feet 10 Inches (Mega. As I have stated in the previous One entry: I don't trust Walmart, Meg and OP are the same height by the end of the movie, and the KCV LA and One are kinda one universe. Optimus is this height by the end of the movie, therefore so is Megatron. How many times do I have to explain this)

Cyberverse - 21 Feet (Oh sweet, sweet "I don't have to justify or explain my numbers, I have a source". This comes from a screen-shot of this video which has the Cyberverse height chart everyone uses, though the quality of the screen shot is iffy. If anyone has a better one, I would love to see it)

RID 2001 - ~22 Feet (Mega/Galv. TFWiki. Why are there so many Megatrons who become Galvtron at random and look functionally identical to each other why does this keep happening. Also this guy transforms into a hand)

Unicron Trilogy V1 - ~23 Feet (Mega/Galv. TFWiki. I am very tired, we have another functionally identical Megatron Galvatron conversion and I am in pain)

Bayverse V2 - 30 Feet (Mega/Galv. TFWiki, Movies 4 & 5. This time, they're actually identical, and Mr. Bay has once again blessed me with numbers from all of his movies)

Aligned Cont. WF/FOC - ~30 Feet (Mega. TFWiki. Look man, I don't know how he grows nearly five feet between the games and the shows, it's just what the video game info screen said)

Animated - ~31 Feet (Mega. Animated has no actual numbers, but the lovely @phoenix-inanis has provided a frankly astounding resource with their own calculations for the heights of all the TFA characters. Go look at it, it's wonderful -> https://phoenix-inanis.notion.site/TFA-Height-Chart-f6ad2960ca8c4c5b859ee4958723aaa4?pvs=4)

Aligned Cont. TFP V1 - 34 Feet 5 Inches (Mega. Yes, this is from Fandom. But, and I will continue to say this until my lungs give out, this entire universe is just fucking enormous. Look, I believe Bayverse is the most consistent tf universe when it comes to the transformers' models and designs, and if we do some comparisons between characters with similar listed heights (I did it at the end of this post), it's way too close for me not to believe it)

Bayverse V1 - 35 Feet (Mega. TFWiki, Movies 1-3. Look at this bitch, getting his secrets exposed by Mr. Bay. Look at him, he's going to shrink down in the forth movie, gonna get dumped down to 6th place on the podium. Get Shrunk, Idiot)

Aligned Cont. TFP PR V2 - 42 Feet 7 Inches (Mega. Look at this enormous bitch, look at the freak standing there, fuckin enormous n' shit. Wack ass Unicron- Did you know that this is probably the TALLEST base form transformer ever? Excluding any super modes or upgrades or a transforming Cybertronian Base/Spaceship, just default general body size, I'm pretty sure this Megatron is the tallest Regular transformer ever)

Not Pictured: RID 2001 Galvatron Pallet - ~22 Feet (the only thing that was different between the two designs was the colours, if felt redundant to include it), Unicron Trilogy Galvatron Pallet(s) - Armada: ~23 Feet, Energon/Cybertron: ~19 Feet (Again, just the colours changed, otherwise everything else was the same)

I have done it. I have conquered my Everest. I have finished the big two charts. If anyone has any suggestions for which transformer I should aggressively analyze next please tell me I don't know which ones to do next

Here are the different layers separated out into their own pictures, I know it's kinda hard to tell everyone apart when they're all on top of each other.

[hischeapcigar]

You don't go to parties anymore

Modern Eddie Munson x ex reader

Summary: Eddie keeps looking for you in his parties

Word count: 1.9k 

Warning: angst, mentions of drugs, drunk eddie, curse words, small reference to smut (if you squint)

a/n: this was inspired by the song stuck in my head, “you don't go to parties” by 5sos and obviously i had to do something about it lol. Reblog and comments are appreciated <3 also comment if you want to be tagged in eddie one shots in future. Mwah 

Another Friday night, another party. Like a routine, like a spiral. Eddie Munson, big doe eyes were hidden by the bags under his eyes. Hair messed up like he fought a monster. And his well known smile, that everybody was attracted to like a moth to light, was gone with the wind, gone with you. 

He doesn't remember when was the last time he slept through the night. He stays up, drinking, distracting him with different things, or parties on friday nights. 

Why did he keep throwing these parties every week? He wasn’t sure. But his eyes keep searching for that familiar pair of eyes, those pretty eyes, your eyes. 

It was 5 am Saturday morning, and Eddie's apartment was crowded with every person he knew, while he laid on the sofa, drunk. Sweaty bodies are dancing, people are still drinking in the corner while some are passed out on the floor in front of him. 

He eyes them carefully, everyone, there’s Nancy and Robin talking about something, Steve is drunk dancing with this blonde girl he can’t remember the name of. 

It's 5:00 a.m. clinging to my couch

And everyone I ever knew is standing in my house

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

“Eddie! It was my turn,” you whined as you reached out, snatching the joint from his lips. He chuckled as he watched you bring it to your lips, taking a deep breath. To say he adored you was an understatement. 

You both lied, on your backs, in his bed, taking turns smoking the joint. It was midnight and you had snuck out of your house to jump in Eddie’s car. Now you both were here, spread out on Eddie's bed, smoke surrounding you. 

He turned to face you and draped his arm lazily around you pulling you flush against him, 

“You’ve had enough, baby,” he whispers, gently taking the joint from your fingers and slightly getting up to smash the butt of the cigarette in the ashtray. 

“I can handle, eds” your voice was dreamy, low and distant. Your mind was in higher clouds, the ceiling was your window to the galaxy as you watched the shooting stars. 

He hummed, pressing his lips to your jaw. Eyes droopy, you both faced the ceiling, sides pressed to each other, hallucinating a whole new world until you passed out. 

I still think about the times we were heavy

Racehorse tripping on the dirt that you got on me

Vultures spinning up above for what's left of me

We go stupid every night, what a tragedy

Eddie’s mind started to darken with each passing minute, as every memory of you haunted his brain. He felt a pang in his heart, begging and praying to see you one more time. Just one more time. 

He looked at every corner of his house where he fucked you relentlessly, he looked at the balcony where you stood up all night to watch the sunrise  together, 

His lips started to tremble at the surge of memories, each one hitting him close to home. His mind was foggy, he was losing it. Like he always did everytime he let his mind wander to you, always back to you.

I'm still here in the darkness

Back where we started

You make me a heartless monster

I'm caught up in distractions

Fatal attractions

I'm starting to come undone

A part of him wanted to kick everyone out, he was tired, the voices in his mind too loud. He glanced, once again, at the bodies, hoping that you were there, hoping he overlooked your figure the first time. 

And now it's 5:00 a.m. clinging to my couch

And everyone I ever knew is standing in my house

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

His eyes zeroed at the girl, whose back resembles yours. He stood up abruptly, seeing stars immediately, he shook his head to focus. Stumbling, he made his way to her. A bottle of wine clutched in his hand tightly. 

He tapped her shoulder,

 I'll talk to y/n. I’ll make it okay, we’ll be fine, this is it. I’m sorry y/n, give me one more chance, give us one more chance.

She turned around, and his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of a random person. She wasn’t you. Of course you wouldn’t be here

He nodded and smiled, or tried to, before he raised his bottle to her. She politely shook her head ‘no’. 

A string of curses left his mouth as he shifted his weight and leaned on the wall on the side. The girl immediately shifted her attention from her friends to him. 

“Hey, are you doing well?” she asked, obviously interested

“Hmm” he nodded, bring the mouth of the bottle to his lips, taking a swig

“You know i, uh, recently broke up with the most beautiful girl ever,” he slurred

She looked taken aback, she didn’t expect this. Anything but this. 

“We, uh, were together for 5 years,” his pitch went high for the last part that he uttered

“I thought you were her, but you can never be her” he chuckled, shaking his head, gulping the wine. 

“Excuse me?” she was furious, 

“Yeah… y/n…y/n was the best part of my life” his bloodshot eyes were distant as if mentally he’s still in the memory

“She used to make me laugh on my worst days and-” his words fell short as he saw the woman had gone away.

He shook his head, he really was losing it

I got the last five years running out my mouth

Always stay too late, I should kick me out

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

“Watch your words, Munson” you threatened, your voice shook despite the efforts of keeping it strong

“I’m fucking done, y/n, i can’t do this, you want too much” his voice raised slightly

“Too much? Asking for your fucking time is ‘too much’? You elevated your pitch to match his

Another day, another argument, like a routine, like a spiral. y/n’s  big pretty eyes with tears swimming at the edge, dangerously close to falling. 

“I think it's time to put an end to this relationship,” eddie stated, devoid of any emotion

And there came all your tears, pouring on your cheeks as the words rang in your ears. 

You wanted to reach out to him, hold him, tell him you’ll make it through together, that this is just a rough patch. 

But you stood there still as you watched him walk out the door. 

-

He covered his ears with his hands as he headed for the balcony, running away from the bodies, from the loud music, from himself. His own last words to you haunting his mind, he wanted to scream to silence everything. 

He spotted Argyle and Jonathan being only physically here, their minds wandered off when they sniffed the powder. He walked up to them, seating himself beside them, reaching for the pills and crushing them on the table. 

Lost my limit 'cause I'm dumb and I'm passionate

Took my foot off of the break, it's not an accident

All my friends are up on Mars, we've been traveling

Another lonely night

“In time we’ll build a home for two” Eddie blurted out as you both hiked up the small hill.

“Eddie! You’re being-” your breaths were ragged 

“You can tell me i’m being corny, but it still won’t make me sorry,” he cut you off, grinning widely as he looked at you, nothing  but admiration in his eyes

“Don’t you think about our future?” he wondered  out loud,

“Of course, i do, all the time” you think about the nights where you think about two of you when you can't sleep 

“Yeah but i have a feeling you’ll have enough of my dramatic ass and leave me,” he teased

You glared at him. You both knew you hated whenever he brought up ‘you leaving him’ because you loved him too much to choose something else over him.

Ironic. How fucking ironic.

He glanced back at the crowd which had shrunken. He scanned the room from the balcony once more before he let the powder get a hold of his mind 

And now it's 5:00 a.m. clinging to my couch

And everyone I ever knew is standing in my house

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

The sun had started to rise, the sky displaying beautiful colors. He smiled at the scenery, remembering how you used to get lost in the beauty of it all. 

“y/n used to love it so much,” he revealed to the boys beside him, but they were too high to listen to him. That didn’t stop him, only encouraged him

They’re not listening, I'll pretend they are

 And so he did. He rambled on and on about you. Anything he could remember about your relation, he voiced it, good or bad. 

He kept talking and sniffing the powder. 

Again

Then again

And once more

Until he blacks out. 

-

He doesn’t remember anything except the sky burning auburn, cocaine powder all over the table, your voice in head and then-

He opened his eyes, vision still blurry as he tried to get up. His hand  reaching on the other side of the bed, seeking your warmth, like a habit. He winced at the coldness that resided there.

He was in his room, in the same clothes as last night.

His head hurt so bad like someone banged his head against the wall. He tried to get out of the bed when he saw Steve entering the room with a glass of water in his hand. 

“You gotta pick yourself up buddy,” steve said

“I-” his voice was hoarse, mouth dry. 

Steve handed him the glass, which he gulped like a thirsty man in the desert. Steve took a seat beside him, legs dangling. 

“It was worse this time, eddie” steve tried to get his attention,

Eddie’s gaze was stuck at his door, 

Maybe you’d enter, laughing. Maybe you decided to return to him. Maybe just maybe he could have a second chance. Maybe this was all a bad dream,

Steve’s voice pulled him from his daydreams, 

 “your nose was bleeding, man, you gotta sober up, just try and get over her” 

In a beat, he replied, “i don't want to get over her, Steve” 

You 

 Just the mention of you has him talking. Talking non stop about what you two were, what you two could have been

I got the last five years running out my mouth

Always stay too late, I should kick me out

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

His chatter was cut short when Steve’s phone rang, which he attended walking out the door.

Eddie was left alone with his thoughts. He turned and extended his hand to get a hold of his phone.

Once in his grip, he opened your chat, re-reading the countless texts he sent you. 

“Please come home” he sent one more, like every other day. 

Eddie put the phone away as he saw Steve approaching him with his phone extended to Eddie, “its y/n” 

Eddie couldn't believe his ears, or eyes or anything, he wasn't registering the situation. He scrambled on the bed, practically leaping out  to meet steve’s phone half way, as he practically snatch it and placed it on his ears,

“y/n?” his voice was shaky, his body was trembling 

“Eddie?” 

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

[its-all-papaya]

on lando showing up to the paddock…. makes me think about silverstone gp and probably some fan forum where oscar very smugly implies that silverstone is actually his home grand prix for more reasons than one (and if landos backstage, oscar would def turn back and look at him when he says that) and max f’s just drops and laughs nervously or very offhandedly says to mic “wheres the ring then, oscar?” and a blurry shaky clip of this exchange goes around f1 twt n tumblr and everyones just like ????oscar???

this is actually extremely fucking funny of you to say because i have a future one-shot in overwinter-verse that is not that meaningfully different from this. now that the whole fic is out, i can reference the "little birdie" line and let you know that j and i were obsessive for a period of time about oscar inserting little lando-and-emma references into his public life in ways that weren't clockable for the average audience member. also on the list was lando designing a special helmet for oscar (for silverstone maybe, or for their anniversary or smth idk) AND my future spinoff/proposal fic idea.

also though dying at the concept of oscar implying silverstone is his home grand prix mainly because i LOVE to imagine the piastrell fans in my fake universe. like you know oscar and max would already be getting shipped to high heaven, but then throw in all the extra time they'd be spending together bc of lando and all the things they'd have in common/inside jokes/etc. ppl would be in the piastrell tag like "oscar and max out in london together" and it would be like them on their way to emma's birthday party. or like lando and emma being caught in low quality fan footage talking to oscar in mclaren hospitality and all the fans going "oscar hanging out with his bf's friends it's serious ppl" or like max and oscar making little jokes to each other about the time they've spent together even during offseason. but IMAGINE oscar saying silverstone is his home race now. the piastrell girls would go craaaaaaaazy. imagine the edits. god. favorite incidental part of overwinter LMAO. if socmed au's were easier i'd do a piastrell-truther socmed au in the overwinter-verse just for shits.

okay last dad lando ask i'm handling for tonight, but we're getting there, folks!! i promise you will all get answers within the next few weeks, i just want to make them heartfelt :,)

[ichorblossoms]

honeybee year two recap

it's 4/20. it's easter. it's a friend's birthday. and on top of all that today also marks two years since grimm and yarrow appeared damn near fully formed in my brain, took up residence, and still have not left. and i feel like rambling about what all i've been compelled to do

(year one recap post here btw)

but also before you go under the cut i made a whole entire animatic so look at that too tee hee :3c

okay also before i get into little details and stats and stuff i just wanna give a HUGE thank you to everyone who follows this blog and is cheering me and this story on it genuinely means so much to me that people like what i'm doing and are in some way invested in it! what the hell!! it's such a treat to be able to talk about ocs with friends and all that :,,,>

art

well. i drew them a lot. serena for reference bc she's my oldest oc. also a year ago grimm and yarrow were at 61 and 51 images respectively. art fight stuff and gifts count towards this total so it's not all my own stuff but. it's fucking dire

as for some of my favorites i liked how these in particular turned out hehe

also those short animations but those are gonna copypaste weird

they got proper ref sheets!

i'm currently on my. fifth sketch/artwork file (blank one is the current one i'm just weird abt how i save things)

mailed out prints of them!!!! and internationally!!!! my silly little cowboys are out and about in the world what the hell..........

getting more comfortable drawing Adult stuff of them but i have a lot of other ideas competing for my focus at any given time so it's not a priority dghkldfh

comics! not as fruitful as last year but i've done....eight! whole comic pages of them! tbh i have more in the works either thumbnailed or half-sketched but the animatic took over my last little while so. not as many comics

sorry i'm gonna mention that fucking animatic again bc i have never done anything like that before. dunno if/when i'll do another but ! i made one !!

story/writing

i also made a 50-slide powerpoint about what the fuck is going on in honeybee. just like in general. feel free to look at it btw

also i gave that presentation to friends a total of. three times. they willingly opened that can of worms though idk

i got a physical notebook to tease out plot shit in and that's about....halfway full already? like at least fifty handwritten full pages of thoughts in that fucker. this is where i do most of my hooting and hollering about ideas

the first draft is currently up to 83k words !! which means i wrote nearly ~50k words this past year !

started sharing my writing for occasional wip wednesdays !! i'm still pretty picky about what i share and also just like. very aware i'm still a pretty amateur writer hdgkldf

that being said, writing feels a lot easier now than when i started !!

made some posts sharing details about things! but honestly i still struggle with talking about oc stuff unprompted even when This Is My Blog Where I Do That

some story developments i figured out this past year or so: grimm backstory stuff, yarrow kills at least two people before p3, the beginning of all three parts have been reworked or are in the process of it, p3 has more meat and direction (still fizzles out to disjointed scenes at another point, but that's a matter of writing things out), yarrow actually realizes grimm's humod when they first meet but grimm thinks it's hiding it, rappock's mining union is going to play a larger role in p1/2, grimm's run out of town in p1 bc of money, not the killing, grimm's p1 client is who hunts it down at the end of p2, lucy comes into play later in p3 than i first imagined

other stuff

i've been getting more tags where ppl recognize grimm n yarrow and i'm like?? bewildered by that? people know my fellas?

goals/plans

as it is right now, honeybee is a passion project. i mostly work on it in my free time outside of my work hours and that's probably how it's going to be for the forseeable future

with how large of an undertaking this story is, my sssort of plan is to: write out the first draft (i am here) which is organized chronologically, write the second draft in the actual story order, have people beta read that draft, edit the story accordingly, then begin the process of actually making the final story with illustrations and all. this will take me several years even without getting sidetracked

that being said i would like to get the first draft to 100k words by the end of the year, which seems pretty plausible!! reachign for the stars goal is finish the first draft within the next year but i'm not holding myself to that one

also wanna do more comic stuff this next year. like i said i have a few other ideas but also there's some illustration stuff cooking away too

my plan honestly is just to keep consistently working on things as they interest me. i want to see this story realized how i envision it, but i truly do not know what the next year has in store for me so! i continue to ball

[multiplicity-positivity]

Just saw you're post about the some people on the pro endo comunity being agressive. And I've actually have had the opposite expirience.

The anti endos in my life irl and online are kind of really mean?

I want to have a pro endo account but I'm scared of being harassed, fakeclaimed, etc. A lot (not everyone) of the people who are anti endo are so aggressive, and I'm not in a state where I can really receive that.

Any words of encouragement or tips?

Thank you, have a nice day!

gah, memory issues so we can’t recall what post exactly you’re referring to, sorry.

here are our tips for running a pro-endo account, or some sort of account where all system origins are accepted. it got kind of long and heavy, so we’re putting it under a cut.

1) when you first set up the blog, before you’ve made any post at all, go through some of the anti-endo tags and block those users from your new side blog. some tags to trawl/search through are “#anti endo,” “#endos fuck off,” “#endos aren’t real” and “#endos are trash.” just a heads up, you may see some violent, harmful, or potentially triggering posts in those tags. if you have the energy and capabilities for it, preemptively blocking a lot of users may save you some pain and difficulties down the line.

2) you may very well be harassed or fakeclaimed by running this account. we have been fakeclaimed by others on this blog, and have had users block evade, follow us to our personal accounts, and try to purposefully trigger us. it’s been rough, but this is one of the risks of running an inclusive blog online. some things to keep in mind:

- you can block any user who sends you anonymous asks. just hit the three dots at the top right of the ask page and hit “block anonymous.”

- having anonymous asks turned off entirely could greatly reduce the potential for you to receive hate and unkind messages. personally we like to leave anons on since lots of folks prefer to send asks anonymously, but if you’re worried or nervous, you can definitely turn them off.

- delete any negative comments on your posts as soon as you notice them, and block the users who make them from your side blog. we do this to help keep our posts positive.

- if any asker threatens to dox you, sends you gore or purposefully triggering content, won’t leave you alone, or is block evading, report them to tumblr. we have had to do this before, and tumblr’s been pretty good about banning genuinely harmful or dangerous users.

3) don’t pick fights, don’t cross post into anti-endo tags, and leave anti-endos alone. we only use anti-endo tags if we are tagging a post that mentions them for filtering purposes. if you refrain from engaging with those who you don’t want interacting with you, you’re much less likely to face harassment, in our experience.

4) try to remember that everyone posting on tumblr, regardless of whether or not they are pro-endo, is a person or human being. when someone fakeclaims you or sends you hate, it is probably coming from a place of insecurity and low self-esteem. they may be lashing out as a trauma response, or they may be having difficulties regulating their emotions. none of these things are an excuse or good reason to be an asshole to others, but it is something worth keeping in mind.

when we are fakeclaimed, it is more a poor reflection on the fakeclaimers than it is on who we are as a person or system. you know yourself and your system more than anyone else online, so when you are fakeclaimed, try to just chuckle with your headmates about it, let it roll off your shoulders, and block the user.

we hope this helps. if any of our followers run pro-endo blogs and have some advice for this anon, please share it by all means. and when you do make the blog, anon, feel free to drop the @ here so we can follow and boost your new account. best of luck to you with your future endeavors - running an inclusive blog is not always easy, but for us, it has been an incredibly rewarding and beneficial experience :)

[zosonils]

saw your tags on the special interest thing. do teach me about the soundtrack of sonic cd and its many fascinating production oddities...

YOU GOT IT BOSS o7

as most people know sonic cd has two [almost] entirely separate soundtracks - the original, used for the japanese and pal region releases, and a different one made for the american release. the jp soundtrack is your typical upbeat early sonic fare, with added flair and lots of fun sound samples thanks to cd audio quality, while the us one replaces most of that with super grungy and more atmospheric tracks. i'm not sure if there's ever been an official source on why the entire soundtrack was swapped out, and i'm too tired to check lmao [there are no sources for this post. it's all dude trust me], but the prevailing theory is that the localisation team thought that americans wouldn't care for the playful and energetic original soundtrack, since it was 1993 so everyone hated fun or something

the general consensus is that the jp ost is better and fits the gameplay more, and most future games to musically reference sonic cd use the japanese tracks as their basis [and the 2011 port of sonic cd defaults to the jp soundtrack no matter what region you're in, though it includes both versions and lets you swap soundtracks whenever], but the us soundtrack has its fans for its atmospheric style and uniqueness among sonic soundtracks. [personally i'm a huge sonic cd us soundtrack defender - tidal tempest present, all three metallic madness mixes, and the special stage theme are absolute hidden gems to me - but i do think it's weaker in the context of the game it's for by virtue of most of the good and bad future mixes not being tonally distinct enough from the present mix or from each other to immediately clue you in on which one you're in the way the jp songs do.]

okay now we've gotten the basics out of the way we can get to the fun stuff. my absolute favourite Sonic CD Music Fact is that for every stage's set of four tracks, the present, good future, and bad future mixes are stored as streamed audio, but the past mix is *always* sequenced music, relying entirely on the sega genesis' sound chip. when you send sonic back in time in the game, the music itself goes back in time with you by virtue of being both composed and played back with less powerful tools! isn't that cool?? they did meta stuff in their video game! in 1993!! they had the constraint to do that with the music on their game for the console addon that was all about better audio and video quality, over a decade before faux-retro caught on and most developers were willing to adhere to any limitations they weren't absolutely forced to by the hardware they were working with! they willingly kneecapped a quarter of their soundtrack for an incredibly small detail that most players at the time of release wouldn't understand and it STILL sounds good as fuck! it's so cool!!!!

the past tracks being sequenced is also why i say that the two soundtracks are *almost* entirely different - while replacing streamed audio is just a matter of composing a new track and swapping out the files, sequenced audio for a console like the sega genesis/cd is as much a programming task as a composing one. manually unravelling the old tracks, replacing any needed instruments and programming in new ones, sequencing all the new tracks properly, putting it all back together, and then testing to make sure that all that replaced code didn't accidentally fuck up anything somewhere else in the program would've taken more time than the localisation team had to get the game on american shelves. as a result, the past tracks in the us release are unchanged from their original versions, for better or for worse. as far as i know, no official past versions of the us soundtrack have ever surfaced, and we have no idea if any were even composed in the first place

lastly, both versions of the soundtrack had some form of physical album release in 1994, presumably independently of one another. the us version got sonic the hedgehog boom, which contained higher-quality extended versions of the cd soundtrack as well as a couple arrangements from spinball, whereas japan got sonic the hedgehog - remix, which true to its name was a remix album. i haven't fully listened to boom yet so i can't tell you if anything particularly interesting pops up in it, but remix is a REALLY cool listen! if you're listening for the sonic cd music it's pretty easy to pick out, but they get so creative with the original compositions now that they aren't constrained to seamless loops or fitting on the same disc as an entire video game that it's an entirely different experience. it's also just a really delightful microcosm of the sort of music that sonic tended towards early on, before sonic adventure made hard rock the standard lyrical genre and sonic generations gaslit us all into associating classic sonic with near-exclusively instrumental faux fm synth. i love you mid-90s classic sonic visual and musical aesthetic!!!!