#i also hope the text dump at the end is ok :

[petorahs]

a look into the healing properties of ▆▆▆'s power

[prelude]

...some notes from the "White Book"! Will you read it? >Yes

when I started this second comic, it was primarily to address these plot beats GameFreak left in their writing of the Hidden Treasure of Area Zero Epilogue that I found to be "immersion-breaking":

why didn't the protag tell anyone about Kieran? (my answer: they had to keep it a secret)

why did the protag travel from Kitakami to trigger the epilogue, then fly back to Paldea real quick before going back barely a week later? (I can't justify it for GameFreak lol so for me there are two protags and one of them was already in Kitakami, while the other got the call from Arven.)

I know in game this was done from a gameplay perspective, but it's fun to imagine an intricate story and reasoning for all this :] With this, my version of events can still play out in the games themselves without being too au-y. (It's even in-line with my previous pkmn art, which I'm semi-particular about.)

Of course, it was also to give my version of Florian and Juliana as well as Nemona some form of closure. I wasn't planning on healing them, but a kind comment from someone led me to this little brief passion project. Although the characters aren't mine, they seem to have taken hold of me anyway, driving me to finish telling their story.

Making this was what I call "wish-fulfillment" art. It has shippy elements, a bunch of specific exposition a nerd like me would care about, JP text for a character raised in fictional rural Japan that I'm aware not many would enjoy as I do? Or, idk. It's fanservice for me alone, and it was extremely fulfilling to draw, which is what matters. Believe it or not, it's been a while since I've been unapologetically able to enjoy drawing like this.

Basically, I blacked out and boom. These silly guys took over my life. I enjoyed it. I hope you guys do too.

[seungfl0wer]

I need some angst pleeez I love ur writing and would love to see more angst pleez break my heart

So I wanna request something like them calling you clingy or just bothersum? Take ur time tysvm <33

~Sunny ☀️

*Felix Calling You Clingy*

Hello there dear, so I started this and realized I’m probably just gonna have to make this into a small series. So you’ll be getting them all just spread out I hope that’s ok! Also thank you so much for the kind words i greatly appreciate it so much. I hope you like this. I started with Felix first for some reason his just kinda came out so here the first out of 8🩵

Includes: Texts messages, mentions of depression, arguing (of course has a happy ending they all may not though)

Small edit to put one of the messages is a small messed up I forgot to delete a line and I really don’t wanna go back through all of it and redo it😅 I’m sorry

Others here:

Bangchan , Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

-🩵

Lix seemed to be avoiding you lately. You knew he was always pretty busy due to him being an idol however even when he had time off he just never wanted to spend time anymore. It’s been a good 3 weeks with no seeing him. With how he’s been acting and how life’s just been in general it made you depressed. You just kinda felt like you were doing everything wrong and weren’t good enough for him anymore.

It was 4AM, You were tossing and turning just feeling all the weight of everything on you. Your mind was just thinking of everything and anything. You wanted so badly just to message Lix, you really needed him right now. You kept going back and forth on whether you should or not, not wanting to bother him so late with your cry babiness. Before you knew it though you were already typing to him. You knew he was awake by the little green mark that showed he was playing a game you both use to play together. So he was up and online.

You couldn’t respond anymore. Your heart was breaking, you started bawling. All you could do is reply with a “k” which he hated. Which you also hated and only used when you were upset. You grabbed your pillows and all the blankets you could find and made a nest on your bed. Curling up into a ball. The blankets soft against your skin as you buried your face into them. They were the only comfort you could feel right now. You eventually ended up crying yourself to sleep.

How could the man you love say such things to you? How could he just spit so much hateful venom at you. Why not just dump you, just get it over with if he was so unhappy.

The next morning you had woken up to more texts:

Your chest tightened you reread the messages about a million times. Your mind started to spiral a bit. You wanted to cry wanted to yell wanted to beg him but you didn’t. With all the emotions and all the stress lately you went almost numb. The next couple days went by and you started to try and do things to help yourself. You went out with some friends, kept yourself busy with you hobbies and even met some new people online to play games with. One of the best things you decided though was you erased all of Felix’s messages. You couldn’t sit and reread all the stuff that was said. You couldn’t keep making yourself feel the hurt.

You knew lix well, you guys have been dating for almost 2 years now. Did he go about everything in a horrible way? Of fucking course. Are you just gonna forgive him for what he said easily? No, fuck no. However, you knew lix well enough to know what he said is probably eating him alive. Because he does love you and you know that. But he’s a human and sometimes we are just prone to being really fucking stupid sometimes.

After about a week and a half of radio silence on both ends. He messaged you.

After that you two texted a little here and there. He even FaceTimed you a few times just to show you the scenery. When he eventually came home you two sat down at your house to talk.

Felix kept apologizing, both of you were crying by the end of the conversation. Felix told you it wasn’t about you being “clingy” per-say he said he loved being around you but he wanted to make a day when he was off to just do something by himself. Even if it was just a few hours. He said how he felt like he just never gets alone time. How it’s either go go go with schedule, doing stuff with the members, coming to your place. He feels so stretched thin and that’s why he blew up.

He know he did wrong by doing so but you get it. Man could be taking a shit and someone would be trying to talk to him about his job and something. He doesn’t ever get time for himself. You both agreed that you’ll give him space. And the days he’s doing his own thing you won’t text him until he texts you.

He also wanted to assure you he doesn’t think you’re clingy, he loves how you are and wouldn’t change you for anything. He said what he said out of sleepless rage. But he knows he fucked up.

You both needed that night in a pillow fort he built for you, eating snacks, talking about other things and just cuddled up together. You missed him. You missed him so fucking much. Missed the sweet smell of his cologne, his beautiful bright smile decorated with little Hershey kiss freckles, and the most warm comforting laugh in the world. You laid in his arms through the night, it filled with such deep conversations, crying, laughing and more crying but out of happiness this time. You thought to yourself “we are gonna be ok, everyone has arguments but our bond is strong.”

💙 if you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

[wardingshout]

Since I didn't draw anything for like half of 2024 I did an updated colour wheel instead! featuring only the newest of stuff I could find that fit.

I have also compiled a dump of many thoughts I want out of my head, like a little text post dump I guess. the tldr I guess I will just make "thank you".

Putting the most important thing first here which is. Every single time I catch myself thinking "no I need to draw smth other than alttp" a couple of very specific tags and messages pop into my head and I get so fired up to draw more alttp !!! the power I feel from that!!!!!

IIIIII feel like there used to be a way to do linebreaks but I can't remember how so my new text bit divider is random crap I can find lying around in my files

Ok here goes me being dramatic about something that only matters to me but feels so very important to get out for the sake of others too. I guess the gist of it is that tumblr is a rly important place to me and I'm so endlessly grateful for people always being so nice. at the end of the day I don't think I really care about much else in life than drawing and getting to share it with others makes it a much less lonely experience for me. I mostly just for myself, but I'm so grateful for the extra joy associated with posting it online too.

I feel a bit bad I can never seem to give back the kind of nice energy you guys give me. despite how much joy this place brings me, I'm just a naturally anxious person and I often chicken out of doing things myself. I'm so endlessly happy that people still bear with me or at least stick around to look at my art.

thanks to people's kindness I often find myself breaking out of the anxiety and getting a lot closer to initiating stuff myself, but I always get run over by some kind of irl issue instead, usually mental, but recently also physical health. I had so much fun on here this summer especially and I was so certain that this was the time I would make it last only for irl stuff to yet again show up and knock me out completely. every time that happens I feel like I have to rebuild whatever social bravery I had aquired from the beginning again and at this rate I won't ever get anywhere.

after weeks of very few work days, I feel like I'm finally rebuilding the courage to post and the concentration to manage drawing at all. it's not a lot of progress but I can feel it growing. from tomorrow it's back to full time work with no other breaks in sight and I'm scared my groove will be cut short already... I like my job but I've acknowledged I just can't thrive with full time work. I can bear it fine though, but it doesn't leave energy for much else in life.

I think the point here is. I know it's just social media but I've had so many good experiences on here and they're really precious to me. I hope one day I can be well enough to be that kind of influence for others too. my activity with art and presence online has become surprisingly reflective of how well or bad I'm doing irl, so I never I never want to give up on become a more present person.

the most important thing is art though, so finding the courage to get back to posting even if it's all I do, makes me happy too. thank you so much to everyone else who posts are too. I'm endlessly excited about all the cool things I get to experience and see online, thank you!

it is absolutely absurd how many drafts I have of just very frustrated moments where literally all I type is "if I have to be sick one more time I will lose my absolute mind holy shit" and having just been sick again? really feeling that !!!! it's also like. frustrating to feel you're making progress mentally and then you constantly get knocked into bed by phsyical health instead like come on I'm finally learning how to get Out of that place... and then every time you get sick, routunes have to be rebuild all over after, it suuuuucks....

I finally got a PC which has been absolutely life saving, However. I am still drawing on tegaki only... I'm so excited I can get back to bigger works on csp but I've gotten so used to seeing only my tegaki stuff, I'm scared of how much I'll suddenly hate my art when I see it differently again... hating your own art is probably a feeling that will never disappear but even so. I think I'm at a pretty content place right now and I'm worried about shaking it up. I can't let something like that knock me down when I'm only finally getting back to drawing regularly again... I already copied over the palette for some comfort so hopefully I can find a brush that feels similar too! at least I'm super excited about getting to pick some more colours !

and a very belated tag game thing !! I completely lost the original post by now but it was from @lele5429 and I've had it in my drafts this whole time, so better late than never to fill it out!

Last song: Alt Hvad Jeg Vil by Von Quar

Fav colours: warm yellows or light oranges!

Last book: switching between Assassin's Quest and Our Wives Under The Sea!

Last movie: The Princess Bride I think?? it was long ago so I feel like I'm forgetting something else though...

Last tv show: my roomie and I binged Twin Peaks season 3 as well as most of True Detective over christmas break we went Ham

Sweet/spicy/savoury: sweet !!

Relationship status: not interested

Last thing I googled: "nosferatu rats"... I see.....

Current obsession: alttp auish shenanigans... this one has not changed since I first drafted my response to this... on one hand I feel like I'm just filling out the gaps between games, but on the other it's getting very close to full au stuff... I always wanted to draw comics but had no ideas and for the first time in my life I'm drowning in ideas and fully held back by fear and skills haha

Looking forward to: actually surprisingly nothing at all? I'm looking forward to whatever good times I can create for myself I guess. the last few things I was looking forward to didn't go so well, so maybe it's nice to have nothing but the most normal and boring daily life ahead haha

[bigtreefest]

Chapter 1: Breakin’ Up With a Broken Heart

From: Bigger Houses Series

Pairing: (Future) Mountain Ranger! Ari Levinson x Reader, mentions of past ex x reader

Summary: A year after a breakup that left you shattered, you’re ready to start life anew in your secluded Colorado mountain cabin. Just when you swear off love is when a new beast crosses your path.

Word Count: 1,896

Content/Warnings: Mentions of heartbreak, in-depth description of a breakup and feelings regarding that, safe driving in juxtaposition to a reckless person, deep introspection, enjoyment of mountain cabin vibes, lmk if I missed any

Author’s Note: This serves as a lot of exposition for what I hope will be a very lovey story; everyone knows you’ll probably face some heartbreak first. Also, yes, this is heavily based on my first heartbreak. What about it? Anyway, please enjoy the start of this long-anticipated fic. Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are appreciated more than you know. And in case you didn’t hear it yet today, I love you.

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

I STRONGLY suggest listening to this song, not just because it’ll help get across the vibes I’d like, but also because it’s a really good song.

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Your break-up

It’s been months since you walked out on him and left town in a cloud of dust. It didn’t end well, but you’d be lying if you said you thought he was right for you.

One year ago

It ended in a text. Nine months gone in a text.

I’m done.

To which you responded: You mean our relationship? Ok.

It was honestly a relief. You had been looking for a way out, but couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Maybe a part of you wondered if someone would ever want you that much again, even though he only ever showed it in words and not action. Your head was okay with the situation, but it seemed your heart didn’t get the memo. Even though it ended by what you considered a mutual agreement (if that’s what you call him dumping you over you not visiting on a weekend you were spending with your family since he didn’t prioritize anyone’s time but his own), it still hurt. Three days later, he posted a pic with a new girl and a new car the same price as the ring you two had looked at.

He was a textbook narcissist with mommy issues, how’d they always find you? It was the kind of relationship where three months in, you should’ve ended it, but stuck around for another six. It was full of late-night calls, but not even the good ones. These were the ones that happened because he never seemed to have time for you during the day. The attention seemed good at first, but the calls would leave you tired the next morning, unable to get up as early as you wanted to so you could be productive. And you couldn’t talk to your mom and sister about it. They hated him. They saw through his selfish behavior before you and you wish you would’ve listened before giving him everything you could, which still wasn’t enough.

He said he wanted to get married hardly a month in because he loved everything about you. At first, you thought it was a joke, but the more he said it, the more you somehow convinced yourself that was what you wanted, too, but it could not have been more far from the truth. You wanted a happy life with a partner, but not like that and not that fast. Well, was it too fast? Or did it just feel that way because it was with the wrong person? Plus, it was less of a partnership, and more of a continuous compromise put on your part. Either way, as time went on, you realized that every small conversation was leading to a fight and your work and other relationships were suffering from the time he expected of you, but never returned. All he did was expect you to give, not holding himself to that same standard, but for some reason, you kept holding on. You had even looked at rings, not committing, though, because he knew you’d want him to speak to your mother first and she would never go for it. So, the relationship continued to drag on until he got upset since you said no to him one too many times.

But that was so long ago now. You did your time crying, listening to all the sad songs, wondering where you could have possibly gone wrong until you had enough. The only thing you really did wrong was not trust your instincts. You went too far following his heart and not far enough with your own mind. Love can be cerebral, right? It should be. There was no reason to feel sorry for yourself, you were better off and doing all the things you wanted that he’d held you back from before. He had very evidently moved on, and so could you. Sick of feeling down in a town that only reminded you of heartbreak, you found what you needed right now: a new job and an open Zillow posting you’d been watching for forever: your ticket out.

You were taking a vacation to your brand new start, tears long gone and dried with the wind that blew through your hair as you drove through the wooded mountainside. The sun was warm on your face, all loneliness was left in the darkness you left behind. Boxes and bags graciously organized by your mom filled the back of your SUV, and her’s sat just as full, driving behind you up the mountain passes. Before you’d gotten up here, the two of you had stopped at the last gas station, filling up your cars, getting a couple snacks, and stretching your legs before the final couple miles upward. Standing outside your cars gassing up, she looked over to you.

“Hey, just a reminder to be careful in the mountains. You don’t know what’s up there. Mountain lions, bears, snakes.”

“Oh my” you said giggling at your own Wizard of Oz reference.

She smiled and rolled her eyes at you “haha, very funny, but I’m serious. Not just about living there, but driving, too. You never know when a deer could jump out.”

You’d heard this a thousand times, being from wooded, albeit less dense, areas before. Plus, your mom was always concerned about you. Perks of growing up with a dad who was never really present. All of her focus could go to you. Never seeing a proper model relationship was probably half of the reason you had gotten into this mess, too, but you’d never blame that. She’d given you all she could and done a darn good job raising a driven, successful daughter (in every aspect except romance). You were eternally grateful for her support of moving where you had always wanted. It was honestly the perfect opportunity. Once the pumps clicked and the gas was finished, you both prepared to hop back into your cars.

“And remember, don’t talk to strangers.”

“Mom, we’re driving. I doubt we’ll run into anyone else up there.”

She shrugged and you responded with a small smirk, shaking your head as you put the keys in the ignition.

Back to driving higher and higher in elevation, you were drumming your fingers on the dashboard to the songs on the radio that you had blasting. Benefit of driving alone: no interrupted music. As you kept going, the road was becoming narrower and windier, pairing with the dimming afternoon sun. As you were rounding a big bend, you saw something step out into the road and you immediately swerved around it to avoid crashing, pulling over onto the side right after. What was that? A bear? A deer? No, not a deer, too tall. Your mom pulled over right behind you and rolled down her window as you got out of the car and walked back to hers to fill her in.

“What happened?”

“Something stepped out into the road. I’m not sure what it was.” A tall man with cascading brown hair and a full, fitting beard stepped into your vision through your mom’s passenger window. “Or should I say someone. I’m gonna go talk to him, make sure he’s okay.”

“Alright, kiddo. Be careful, though. I’ll be right here.”

You stood up from leaning against your mom’s driver side door and made your way around the front of the car, your eyes drifting upwards from the ground to a narrow waist and broad shoulders, chest rising and falling with deep breaths, eventually meeting with the most gorgeous pair of ocean blues. All these features belonged to the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, but that didn’t excuse the fact that he ran out into the middle of the road and could’ve killed either of you.

Caught off guard by the whole situation, your brain defaulted to panic and defensive mode.

“Oh my gosh! I thought you were a bear! I almost hit you!”

The man looked at you with wide eyes and simply blinked, unable to form a response until he stuttered out

“I-it’s really my fault. I’m not sure what I was thinking.”

Even when evidently distracted and out of it, he was still insanely attractive, making you grow more anxious by the second under his intense stare and scrutinization as he continued to stand there, taking you in and then catching himself and looking anywhere else. You were self-conscious of your hair that was tucked under a beanie to combat the cold mountain air and likely disheveled from your long day. He was obviously in a state where arguing wouldn’t benefit either of you, and honestly, you were in the same boat, ready to get to your new home and start unpacking. The sun was starting to set already and you definitely didn’t want to be out after dark, plus you knew the exhaustion from the drive would be catching up soon.

“Um, it’s ok, I just think you need to be more careful next time. Listen, I don’t wanna be pulled over on this stretch of road for too long, God forbid a real bear, or someone without good reflexes comes around, but, I’m glad you’re not hurt. Take care.”

Wanting to avoid any more awkward interactions and the opportunity of embarrassing yourself in front of an adonis, you rushed back to your car and started back up the mountain. You could see the image of the man in your side mirror getting smaller, his gaze still fixed on your car, until you turned and lost sight of him.

Once you pulled into your new home, your mom met you with a suitcase, ready to take the stairs to the entrance.

“Well he was cute, albeit a little reckless. Wonder what was going on”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever see him again, though. Maybe that’s for the best. I don’t need to make a habit of almost hitting things when driving around up here.”

You unlocked the door and held it open for your mom as she walked in and turned back to look at you. “Well, by the looks of how small this town is, you might. And once you figure out whatever’s going on in his head, maybe he’ll be a nice new friend to have up here.”

“Um, yeah, I guess. Maybe. After all this time, I think I’ll need a friend. Someone to restore my hope for humanity.”

You tried to lighten the mood regarding your distaste for others that had grown from feeling so deeply betrayed and your mom gave a knowing glance in response. But it seemed there was something more to it. It was knowing in more ways than one, hardly noticeable, as you turned to go get another load to bring in from the trunk.

Your mind raced with thoughts of having to get all of this junk into the house. You stepped out into the crisp mountain air, admiring the deepening blue sky and unobstructed stars, the darkness in contrast to the way your mood had brightened slowly from something similarly dark over the past year, becoming more like the stars that glowed in the beautiful night ski. As you trotted down the stairs, your tried to convince yourself that being here was going to be everything you hoped for yourself and your future ticket to happiness. That the last thing on your mind was love.

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[piratekane]

i love hearing about you and your wife it gives me so much warmth and hope - if your comfortable, do you have a first meeting or first date story? totally ok if you'd not share! i hope you and your wife have a wonderful anniversary, 11 years is quite a feat!

oh ho ho you've unlocked my special interest. i love talking about our first meeting/date.

(a read more because i did not make this short)

we actually "met" on tumblr! we both signed up for this penpal blog where you got matched with someone who had similar interests as you. i verified with my wife this morning and we both said we liked cats-i'm assuming that's what they matched us over. i dropped a joke in her inbox that went unanswered for days despite her reblogging and posting and was like welp, that was a good shot, champ, but you messed it up. no friends for you.

now, this was in the days when tumblr's inbox system (which limited you to 10 asks a day) ate every other message. so it's not that she didn't think it was funny, she just didn't get it. i found this out when i dropped the same joke a second time in her inbox and lo and behold! she thought it was funny. (i have recycled this joke many times over the year and always get an eye roll. like, babe. it's a classic. it's the thundapants joke!)

she did not think it was funny when i told her i was a transplant living in the the armpit of massachusetts because-lo and behold a second time-that's where she grew up and was also still living! it was an auspicious start for me, truly. we figured out that we had a bunch of things in common-i did my student teaching at her high school when she was a senior there, i was a substitute teacher for her little sister's 8th grade class, we missed each other in college by a couple of classes, my roommate and best friend worked at the PT office my wife frequented. we kind of went around each other for a while before we finally landed in the same place.

it took me a month and a half of my best jokes to convince her to go on a date with me because, as she said, she was super nervous. i was like, you have not truly met me yet because i am the stupidest person on earth and not worthy of nervousness. but she finally said yes! and we went out to a local chinese restaurant for crab rangoons. it shared a parking lot with the diner i worked at so i ate there all the time and the people there were so surprised i was (a) sitting down to eat and (b) eating with somebody!

(thus began our tradition of ending up on someone else's first date. the couple behind us was clearly meeting for the first time. he was telling her his credit score and that she could order whatever she wanted off the menu, no worries because he could pay for it. we cringed each time he opened his mouth but it was kind of perfect in a way because it gave us something to whisper about. we have since ended up on way too many first dates to count. it is kind of just a thing that happens to us, no matter where we go.)

our date was really, really good. we had talked A LOT via tumblr inbox (messages didn't exist yet) and the conversation just kind of picked up in person. so much so that 4 hours went by and they were putting up the chairs. and then we talked for a while in the parking lot too until my roommate hit me with the "are you alive or did she murder you and dump your body somewhere?" text. i left her on read and kept talking until the restaurant locked up and all the people went home. i just didn't want to leave. i felt like i knew my wife already, you know? like things just clicked. she was funny and intelligent and she listened when i went on the first of many, many tangents. her patience for me is unmatched and started out that way.

we spent the rest of the summer we lived there spending as much time as we could together. i distinctly remember doing short order cook shifts at the diner i worked at and then rolling up to her house to pick her up and drive around. we had to drive with the windows down because my clothes just effused grease from the fryers. we watched so many movies at my apartment-which is hilarious because about a year into our relationship she informed she was NOT a movie person, she just wanted to spend time together. we have watched maybe ten movies together since that first year.

then i got a full-time job on the other side of the mountain, we moved, bought a house, got married, and the rest is history. but we get crab rangoons on every anniversary and do a lame-o instagram post about each other and i continue to be the stupidest person in the room, just very stupid over her.

[lostonehero]

PLEASE elaborate on the werewolf Elias idea omfg

That sounds so interesting

Hope you're ready for a lore dump

So Elias 7th born werewolf actually a big terrifying wolf during the full moon

Problem

Elias can not grow facial hair and has little to no body hair, which is incredibly rare, and he's thin and small, which again is abnormal for a natural born werewolf first off, so he is easily mistaken as human

Second fears are entirely separate from this supernatural side so Jonah has no fucking idea about any of it and thinks it's fake and doesn't exist because again removed from the fears or the fears have a bastardized version of the creature (ex stranger changling hunt wolf end vampire etc etc)

Jonah doesn't choose who his eyes get placed in the Beholder does (this is cannon to my fics fight me) so the whole things happens and Elias isn't dead surprise they are sharing a body. Jonah doesn't let Elias have control.

Jonah gets settled and can't marry Peter because Elias is born male. Move in together in the span of two weeks.

(Fun fact another cannon to my fics. Jonah is originally a Trans man. I just wanted to put that out there)

Elias is throwing alarm bells as it gets closer and closer to the full moon. Jonah thinks he is crazy and doesn't understand why he isn't gone yet.

Peter likes that Elias is in their, spices things up, but he does roll with the werewolf thing and uses every version of a puppy nickname.

Elias is basically trying to force himself in control and tries amd fails to get Jonah to get Peter to leave right until the moon rises

The morning after comes

Elias has control

Jonah is fucking confused and slightly scared to see everything a mess Peter has bloody bandages on.

"I told you to eat more, but noooo I'm the fucking crazy one." Elias huffs as he puts a pair of boxers on in the mess. "I'm crazy werewolves aren't real. Like here's your fucking proof asshat."

Jonah is too stunned to fight back for control, which he won't get until Elias lets him

"I haven't turned anyone since I was born and you fucking ruined that." Elias finds his phone through the mess and dials a number he knows by heart. "Hush up you damn vic- edwardian cunt." He sighs. "No, Oliver, I wasn't talking to you. Look, it's complicated. I'll text you the address, and yes, I did turn someone, but like, I'm also possessed by one Jonah Magnus.... yes, I know.... well how the fuck was I suppose to know I would get his eyes? Ok... yeah, that would be great. No, I can clean up. You don't have to help it's not as bad as I thought.... yeah that would be nice... what do I owe you? Don't give me that just because... fine, fine, you're right... thanks, man."

Time passes Peter is carried into bed and tea is placed on the bedside table and the apartment is cleaned before there is a knock.

"You got an end avatar to help us?" Jonah stares at Oliver, who answers the door.

Elias sighs heavily. "He's not just an end avatar, Jonah. Oliver is a vampire he was turned around the black death, and not one of the fear ones. Sorry, I'm still getting used to sharing a body. You can come in. I just finished cleaning, Peter is inside in bed, but he still hasn't woken up. He just got the fever yaknow."

Oliver steps in holding up two large bags. "I got all the stuff you need for yourself and him. You look like shit."

"Thanks." Elias sighs, taking a bag. "The asshole wouldn't listen when I said eat more, and I just barely started to get a bit of fat on my body too. That's gone. At least I know all his suit fittings are ruined."

Oliver sighs, but it sounds like a wheeze. "I'll look over Peter for you. Hopefully, he isn't having a bad reaction to the bite. Oh yeah, let our group know the whole deal with Jonah and sharing a body. I also got the paperwork started for Peter when he feels well enough to well you know grip what happened."

Elias nods. "Yeah, I get it."

Jonah has no idea what is going on and is freaking out

This entire conversation Jonah is freaking out and Elias is just ignoring him

[crinkled-emotions]

If you are taking prompts for buddie. Could you do one where Buck is sick maybe with food poisoning from the whumperil lists and Eddie ties care of him. If you don't like that prompt maye use the one "I think I need to sit down" for buck. Have eddie catch him and slowly lower him down.

If you arnet taking prompts that's ok! Thank.

Hehehehe anon I hope you're still here bc I'm BACK to be a menace to the 9-1-1 fandom (be completely ignored) and yet they can't get rid of me!)

I started a rewatch so I'd be ready for season 7 then I remembered it won't be (legally) available in Australia for ages... and kept watching anyway bc it's been so long since I did a complete rewatch from s1 e1. It's been SUCH a treat.

I've also got a friend watching for the first time and their excitement is reminding me so much of the first time I saw this bunch of adults in firefighter uniforms and went oh.

Anywho- on to the fic!

-

"Eddie, hold up!"

Eddie glanced over his shoulder, frowning when he spotted Bobby jogging down the stairs.

"What's up, Cap?"

"I know you're going home but I was hoping you could check on Buck. He just called out and I need to organise someone to cover him."

Eddie paused, brows furrowed.

"Did he say why?"

"I was hoping he'd told you."

That reminded Eddie- he hadn't heard from Buck all shift which was very unusual. He shifted his bag to his other shoulder and reached into his back pocket for his phone, checking his messages.

"I've got nothing, but I'll let you know what I find."

"Thanks Eddie."

Bobby squeezed his arm then headed back upstairs, calling out goodbye to Hen, Chim and Ravi who were also going home after a long 24 hours. Eddie also waved at them, sending a quick text to Buck to warn him he was stopping by. He was hoping Buck had a minor cold but something told him to stop by a pharmacy on his way over just in case.

-

One visit to CVS later and Eddie was letting himself into Buck's apartment, plastic bag in hand. The apartment was eerily quiet as he stepped inside, unusual because even if he was upstairs for a moment Buck usually had the TV in the living room playing for background noise. Eddie dumped the plastic bag and double checked the living area for signs of life, poked his head into the downstairs bathroom, and then took the steps to the mezzanine level. His eyebrows knit together in confusion as he took in the rumpled blankets, the empty water bottles strewn throughout the room, and Buck-

Buck.

"What happened to you?"

Eddie knelt by the Buck-shaped figure in bed, finding his shoulder and giving it a gentle shake.

"Ugh, Eddie no, don't. I'll puke again."

"Again?"

Buck groaned, turning his head. Blue eyes met brown and Eddie put the back of his hand to Buck's forehead.

"You're a little warm. How long have you been puking?"

"What time is it?"

"Nearly 1pm."

"Almost twelve hours."

Buck leaned into Eddie's touch, eyes fluttering shut into a grimace when Eddie pulled the blankets off.

"C'mon, sit up. Let me get a better look."

Unwillingly Buck did as asked, leaning against the headboard.

"Does anything else hurt?"

"My head and my stomach; I think I ate something bad."

"Wait here."

Eddie hefted himself back up, rounding the bed to go back downstairs. Buck huffed, swiping at his eyes.

"Not like I can go anywhere!"

He grumbled, playing with a loose thread on his boxers.

"Not without puking at least."

He glanced up when he heard footsteps on the stairs and Eddie reappeared, plastic CVS bag in hand.

"What are you doing?" Buck asked, watching Eddie dump it on the end of the bed and rifle through it for a moment.

"I got you something... aha!"

He produced a bottle of Pedialyte and a plastic cup he must have grabbed from downstairs, pouring a serving of the liquid and then handing it to Buck.

"Bottoms up."

"Eddie," Buck groaned, "I-"

"-I know, you're really nauseous. Just trust me."

Eddie's never led him astray before and he's not likely to start now. Not after everything. Not after last summer.

Eddie still gets a funny look on his face when Buck brings up that random Friday morning kiss. It's not regret, it's never regret, just... well. Buck's not really sure. He's never seen Eddie like that.

He downed the Pedialyte.

-

The nausea reached its peak a few minutes later and it was only Eddie's quick dad/medic responses that got the trash can under Buck's chin in time. He'd been sitting on the other side of the bed, flicking through the channels to find something to watch considering it was almost 2pm. The minute Buck scrambled to sit up again after being asleep for almost an hour Eddie had grabbed the trash can and handed it to him with lightning fast reflexes, instinctively rubbing Buck's back. When Buck resurfaced Eddie handed him a tissue, switching that for the soiled bin liner.

"Here. You- uh."

"Thanks."

Buck's voice was hoarse as he wiped himself off, cheeks flushed a gentle pink. Whether that was from the fever, the humiliation of throwing up in front of his crush or a combination of both he wasn't willing to think too hard about. Eddie hefted himself off the bed, taking the trash can from his hands.

"Back in a sec."

He headed for the ensuite and Buck listened to the toilet flush then the sink run, hand slapping out to reach for his water bottle Eddie had kindly refilled earlier. A couple sips settled without issue in his stomach and he adjusted when Eddie reappeared, placing the bin back down beside Buck before flopping on to the bed with him and reaching into his back pocket for his phone.

"Chris said they're starting Earth Sciences this week," he said absentmindedly as he replied to whatever was going on then tossed his phone on to the bedside table and glanced over at Buck.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm gonna sue them," Buck complained pitfully as he lay back down, burying his head into his pillow. Eddie snorted.

"Careful Buck, remember last time you did that?"

An eye opened, the blue a stark contrast against the dark sheets, but then Buck smiled.

"I'll sue you too Eddie Diaz."

Eddie rolled his eyes as he swatted at Buck's shoulder, grabbing the remote again.

"Sure you will, man. Now what do you want to watch?"

Buck hummed, scrubbing at his eyes.

"Mmmmm... nothing food related."

Eddie flicked past an old rerun of Martha Stewart, nodding.

"Of course."

-

The clock struck five and Eddie carefully extracted himself from where Buck had somehow managed to curl up with his head on Eddie's thigh and was having another sick nap. He checked his phone and saw the notification that the food was almost there so he went into the kitchen and grabbed bowls. He heard someone knock on the door and went over to take the food from the delivery guy, thanking him as he carried it back to the kitchen island. In a couple minutes he had Buck's broth in a bowl and warm, his own stir fry hot and begging to be eaten. Considering Eddie had just come off a 24 hour shift when he headed to "check" on Buck, the food was very welcome and he took a couple bites for himself before sneaking upstairs to check on Buck. He was still asleep and for the first time since Eddie had barged into his apartment, he didn't look like he was uncomfortable. A part of Eddie felt cruel for waking him but the other part of him, the medic part, knew Buck needed something in his stomach that wasn't Pedialyte or water.

"Hey, Buck, come eat something," he called up the stairs. Eddie heard Buck groan followed by the sound of him trying to get out of bed.

"Eddie I'm dying," he groaned. Eddie rolled his eyes.

"You're clearly feeling better if you're complaining about dying. C'mon, come down here."

Sure enough, Buck made his way downstairs in a pair of athletic shorts and a shirt just as Eddie tossed a spoon down on the table beside the bowl. He collapsed into the seat in front of the soup, one eye on the downstairs bathroom door.

"Try and keep that down then we can talk about something solid."

"Thanks, Eds."

Buck picked up the spoon and tentatively worked on getting the soup down; Eddie joined him after a minute and practically chewed through his stir fry without even thinking about it. Nothing could ever be as good as Bobby's-

Oh, that's what he forgot.

Bobby: is everything okay?

Bobby: Eddie?

Eddie: sorry Bobby I completely forgot

Eddie: he's got food poisoning but he's already coming out the other side

Bobby: I figured you'd call if there were issues. Thanks Eddie

Buck, sitting beside Eddie working on his soup, raised an eyebrow as Eddie put his phone down.

"What's Chris up to?"

"Hopefully not begging Carla for a second serving of ice cream. No; that was Bobby. He was worried when you called in."

Buck frowned; Eddie could see where his mind was going and touched his shoulder.

"I would have come to check on you if I'd known even if he didn't ask. You don't call out of work unless you're contagious or it's serious."

Buck pushed away the soup, elbow on the table so he could rest his head on his hand. Eddie reached over to check him for a fever again.

"How do you feel?" He asked. Buck made the so-so motion.

"My head hurts."

"Go lie on the couch; I'll change your sheets so you can go to bed."

"Eddie no, you don't have to-"

"-Buck, it's clean sheets; not a marriage proposal."

Buck's mouth twitched upward into a smile; Eddie squeezed his shoulder and left the table to go upstairs. Buck watched after him with a warm feeling in his stomach.

It wasn't nausea.

-

When Buck stirred the next morning he paused, grimacing to take stock of the situation. His head was down to a gentle (irritating) throb against his temples but his stomach was staying put for the time being. The sheets were still tucked over him and he yawned into his hand, rolling over and tossing an arm over his bed mate-

Wait.

Cracking his eyes open Buck took stock of the situation. He knew he'd been sick again sometime overnight, barely able to remember tossing cookies (soup) because it had come out of nowhere in his doze. Part of him remembered Eddie being there, a figure in the darkness and he'd-

He'd stayed.

"Eddie," Buck whispered. Eddie cracked an eye open and reached his arm out, brushing a thumb over Buck's cheek.

"You look better," he rasped. Buck hummed.

"You didn't have to stay."

"Hm, well, maybe I wanted to."

Buck's eyes fluttered shut as he revelled in the feeling of Eddie's thumb on his cheek. When Eddie was half asleep he could be incredibly tactile and Buck lived for when he got to see Eddie like that.

"No one needs to see-"

"-Buck. I want to know when you're sick, or you're hurting. Whatever it is."

Buck's cheeks flushed and he buried his face back against his pillow. Eddie's hand moved to the back of his neck, brushing through the ends of his hair like it was something he did all the time.

"Thanks for coming, Eddie."

"Sure."

Eddie gently squeezed Buck's shoulder.

It felt like coming home.

-

[kurishiri]

Hi, first and foremost I just want to say that your page is so cool and I love your translations, thank you!

I mainly wanted to send this ask because of the new event coming up in Ikevil EN server. How much $ would you estimate it takes to get the 95k bonus stories?

Thanks and have a great day! :3

helloow anon! and omg ty for the compliment ,, it makes me so happy to hear that anfjshgs 🥹🫶 /gen i hope you’ll enjoy any future tls too, hehe. and for the doll one, right? sure! i would say it depends. i will put more under the cut if its ok, since it is kind of a text dump, haha.

from experience, the set they sell in the first 80 hours (6.4k gems = $40.99 excluding tax) alone should be enough to get the early clear bonuses and get the 95k story relatively comfortably — assuming you have at least 3 slots unlocked and at least 1 5☆ card in your party. i myself have done this with the ‘to steal you away’ story event, which had victor as the 95k! (it was also enough for me to land in the top 200, but this may depend on the event.) you probably do still have to grind quite a bit and still be strategic. do all your ads every day especially during lucky times, and escort every 5 hours. basically, that set is really designed to help you get all the ecbs, but at the most it acts like a boost to get to 95k by the end of the event. when i got victors 95k, i only managed to get it in the sort of tail end of the event, haha.

another strat is to accumulate around 20k–40kish points before the last 3x lucky time and then buy the 5.5k gem set (around $35 if you dont have any gems saved) where they sell 50 cocktails, then burn all 50 during the 3x lucky time. however, this method will prevent you from getting ecbs potentially.

you can also consider subbing for the crown pass, the monthly subscription. you get a lot of extra goodies every day (no gems though, unfortunately) on top of the login bonus sent straight to your inbox, along with guaranteed 4☆ and 5☆ standard gacha ticket if you stay on the sub for 2 and 3 months, respectively, so you can get yourself some strong cards or stack them. that said, this also takes time to accumulate — 3 months (around $18, or $5.99 per month) to get the maximum rewards. i would say this pass is more so catered toward collection events than story ones, but if you need a boost in resources, it may be an option to consider.

if youre willing to expend the resources youve saved, then this may cost less. and also, it is possible to get a 95k as a f2p, but if you havent saved your resources beforehand or you dont have a good deck or friends with strong cards, it may be difficult. you may need at least 30 lipsticks and 20ish cocktails saved by a 3x lucky time along with regular and strategic grinding throughout the event.

if you dont want to grind throughout the event, dont want to expend permanent resources, and want to get the 95k story stat, then you should get it pretty quick, like .. within a few hours of the event starting, with $88–150 (around 12k+ gems).

i hope this gives you some idea! and glhf on this event! 🩵🩵

[pacifymebby]

Sweet girl! You deserve everything good. Ive recently left a relationship and it truly does get easier every single day. The wounds will scab over, and we will be okay 💖💖💖 Sending you so much love and hugs

Aw I'm sorry yours didn't work out but hope you're also moving onto better things <3

He's honestly just continued down the weird spiral, I forgot I'd only blocked him on WhatsApp so got another weird ted talk in my insta and text inbox today. I fear the man is clapped.

It was the guilt trippiest message going,telling me that he only said those things to me because his "life flashed before my eyes" and he had a terrible panic attack and had to go home to his parents (nearly fucking 40 years old and he's messaging a girl who spent the day booking flights home to her dad's so she can visit her dying grandmother!!! That he had to go home to his mum because a girl dumped him after what, 3 months of relationship....) the message honestly flawed me and me and my flatmate pissed ourselves at it for like an hour. Because like, he reallyyyyyy wants me to know what a terrible time he is having because of me, and how losing me has made him ill... It was a wild ride. Ended with "I hope you're ok :)" like bro what part of my gran is dying do you not understand...

[neiyoko]

Dradi Info Dump

Ok! First, this is an on going edit. When ever I decide to add something new, it will be added as an edit. For now it's mostly text. I'm still getting the images together to show more of a visual ref of what they they look like. Once I figure out a way to do a height ref that will be added too. This is going to go over the general info, the history, and then the different fandoms that they're in. I do hope you all enjoy my little info dump and maybe even enjoy my little babies, the Dradi =D. Here we go!

What are the Dradi?

The Dradi are small dragon like creatures that live in the space in between dimensions. They are seen by other races as inter dimensional beings, however, they don't see themselves as such. They just live somewhere else, filled with magic and energy created by the elements. Because of this, they grow to be curious and are attracted to other energy sources. This is what drives them to explore other worlds/universes. When a group goes out to explore, theres always a Master Warp Gate user. This individual is a mater at opening a rift/gate/hole to the desire universe. They're also the once that can take the group back home if they want to. Gate users aren't abundant and not everyone can become one. In order to use the gate to get home, the user must know where home is. Most don't, they can only use the gate to places they know. This also restricts the rage that is can be used. [Think of Nightcrawler from X-men].

With their curiosity comes their eager to meet other races. They're very friendly and very willing to aid other. This usually ends with the exploring group to stay most of the time. Once they decide to stay, the Gate user either stays or leaves, stranding the group at that world.

What can the Dradi do?

With their connection to the element, it allows them to cast most Elemental spells. Each individual does have an element that they're stronger working with. One may be able to cast wind magic but their fire spells are much stronger. They also have a polymorphism/shapeshifting ability. They have a small form that they use for everyday uses. Such as crafting and interaction with other races. Then another form that they call a Primal form. It's a more animal like and usually used as a last resort to survive. Their size grows and will use their physical strength over their magic. The third form is a chosen form. A form they choose to take to blend in with the locals. This form can not be change and stays with them for as long as they live.

What Dradi's can't do?

As stated before, not all of the Dradi can use the Warp Gate to get home. This limits how many can leave and come back. This also is seen as a huge commitment. Also, as stated, The chosen form has to be chosen carefully. They must feel a connection to the race they want to blend with or they will be stuck with a form they don't like. When it comes to magic in general, they have to be careful not to use up to much. Their magic is connected to their life force. Use to much and they could die from exhaustion. It also effect the forms. Use to much, they can't shift to another form.

Dradi history

This isn't a history on the Dradi but the history of me creating them. I wanted to go over this a little so people don't get confused on why I have them in so many fandoms. I created this race at the end of my high school years. At first they were split into three different creatures. Nuji's, Dradia, and Keida's. I've been working on them ever since I created all three. At first they weren't even in a fandom except for the Keida. They were part of an old character of mine named Sazukie. She was a black mage I used to rp with in the FF9 community. Then the Dradia was soon created for the Kirby fandom and then Nuji. The Nuji became the most worked on since I was heavily into Sonic at the time. Then they began to show up into other fandoms for a short period of time. This also includes trolls for a short time. While in these other fandoms I've continued to work on them but I hit a dead end. Then not long ago I got back into Kirby. The Dradia went through a over haul and became a mix of all three. After this they became the Dradi. Most of the development is because how I set them up in the Kirby universe.

I've used them a lot and now that I have more of a home for them I feel like I can to an extent. I know they may not fit with all the series I like but with Kirby and Trolls... I feel I can.

Dradi in Kirby Universe Anime

The Dradi here have the most access in getting back home. Theres a much larger population and have a much wider range where they live. In this universe they only able to use two forms. The normal forms that they call Veils and the Primal forms that use even less than the ones back home. This is because of the natives being super wary of them. The slightest sign of deceit could be costly to them with Demon Beast situation. The population there is also known to have been there for a very long time and because of this, has mingled with the natives the most. There are many hybrids that have been born. They have also learned how to fight with weapons since their magic is weaker in this Universe. Theres also a small city of them that also still knows the way back home. This allows them to still travel back and forth.

Dradi in Trolls Universe

This would only in my 'Forever Alone' AU. This AU would the AU that would interact with anyone who wants to interact with him. Like RPs, asks, etc.

In this Universe a small group decided to come and look at the trolls world. When they came over, they ended up on a small island where the Celtic Tribe resided. The Dradi weren't accepted at first, looking different and the trolls fearing they were predators. It wasn't until one of the Dradi made a chance and chose to take the form of the trolls to try and build a bridge between them. After explaining who and what they were, the trolls slowly began to let them in. The Dradi in return showed them nature magic and how they can use their own to connect to the nature around them. After awhile some wanted to return but a few stayed, taking the form of the Trolls. This is the only interaction with the trolls there was. After many generations the bloodline thinned out and those connected to the Dradi may not be able to shift but still have strong nature magic.

Because some of the trolls decided to be with the Dradi, they had formed a small clan called the Nature Clan. This sparked the formation of other Clans that will be explained in a different post.

Aaaaaand thats what I have of the Dradi for the moment. I'll add more to this as needed. However, I may do separate post for the Trolls AU. I wanna go further into T.J.'s tribe and clan. Hopefully I'll have pictures lol. Thanks for taking the time to read this =]

[crushedchair]

hand over the tpot 15 thoughts...naowwwww!!!!

I’ll give what i can compose of my thoughts! tpot 15 spoilers ofc

I hate to start it like this but I’ve had my eye on the whole yoylite thing for as long as I’ve been here (also keep in mind that i literally joined the osc last february i am NOT a reliable source) and if you want me to be COMPELETELY honest: I don’t like how it ended but keep in mind my opinion has HUGE bias, because I like how tennis ball centric it has been for the whole thing. So it kind of caught me off guard that it would be used up like this. Kind of hoped we would learn about tb in BFDIA through it instead of it being a whole another thing among other characters who (with this given context) have very little knowledge of the yoylite in the first place. So if tb isn’t finding another space rock in the future i might as well dump all my earlier theories in the trash. LOL yeah I’m a little upset but it’s ok

If we ignore the first block of text i just wrote, this episode was REALLY cool, I really liked the artstyle changing and the time traveling stuff. I think they write One really well as a villain, and i will acknowledge that even after making my blood boil during the episode. About the elimination, this is the first time since BFB that a contestant who has been in ABNTT got eliminated. In fact, 2 people. damn?? Also, I see why people are acting surprised about jnj suddenly putting death pact at stake but be real with me. Every single original death pacter is still ingame. That’s A TON considering how little people remain from some other teams. To be honest; I wouldn’t be surprised if they keep aiming at their team. I’m mostly neutral about the current dp team but i think i like marker and fanny the best out of them. About team 2; I’m afraid that ice cube might be toast but I’m just gonna cross my fingers and hope for the best. But knowing how popular the rest are; there isn’t many ways to save her unless people have changed their minds.

also I really liked income tax return document this episode. Don’t ask me why i just like him even though he’s a quite rude character. he’s just funny to me for some reason and i love his stupid design. But the whole thing where he actually manages to add himself as a contestant was just silly. Something’s telling me he likes to be the center of attention /silly

I really liked two’s and gaty’s friendship and they made the ending feel super devastating. ”A few changes, huh?” NO!!!!!!! DONT GIVE INTO IT TWO!!!!! and i really like the roles blackhole and tv took this episode :33 Liy was so freaking cool this episode i love herr and gosh Pencil’s reasonable crashout was everything. Even gb was shocked?? It was voice acted so well too gosh I WISH THEY WROTE MORE CRASHOUTS!!!! those are so interesting and help build character,, i worry for pencil though :’j can’t believe a bfdia challenge would cause the fabric of reality to rip and break the universe in the future LOL

In general I like to keep an eye on my favorites on the episodes but unfortunately the majority of my favorites are already eliminated so what can i do also I WROTE THIS ON A WHIM,,, i might change my mind about some stuff later and i could be wrong so shrugs my shoulders

I don’t have any photos of the episode on me rn but have fries bfdia

[ashadowofburnedoutstardust]

Ok so here's how it looks to me:

If Megan🐷/Chris' agency had control over his social media accounts....

She would have been the one doing the trail of likes ❤️ on IG to set this SMA up to begin with and having professionals drop the "tea" on fan forums, possibly even setting some of them up by sending messages to people using his IG account posing as him and leaking the screenshots

Other people's teams may have even been participating in it as well to help set up the narratives a lá the Kelly rumour/the Scott friend texts etc

This may also actually mean that the SMA is decided on much earlier than anyone admits if you count the date of his original anxiety tweet the year before, meaning they had a year to set up the PR campaign for "his other half" but because he wasn't actually serious about anyone and was just dating around it became a sh*tight between competing teams, hence the dumpster fire rumour sh*tshow fed to the fans

Did the highest bidder win? Which contract won out? The SMA campaign is completely buyable and able to be manipulated and the winner is established well in advance?

Hack the fans, steal their images and chase them off, then have the paid for accounts posing as fan accounts post the images as part of the next narrative push at New York ComiCon?

The team did the scrubbing on her other background info, only to release it all later on to mess with Christopher when he decided he wanted to fire Megan🐷/his team after the backlash from the papwalk and SMA release? Is any of that info even legitimate or has that been photoshopped too?

Was the info edited in or edited out?

Fake texts anyone? Not to mention targeting and scamming fans to scare them off? What about the pic in the doorway with Dodger and the trainer from the valentine's day dump? I heard the trainer wasn't happy about her likeness being used....

Remember the woman in the papwalk video on twitter also showing up at the Premiere of Ghosted?

That was weird...(Was that an assistant from Marla's/🐟 team?)

Megan🐷/his team had the means and ability to spin the story to Deuxmoi given that she probably has her number in order to spin the narrative that 🐟 did it on purpose, how much of this fake narrative has been fed to DeuxMoi?

But then because Chris' IG account was the only one still active and he wanted to fire Megan etc, she took the money backing 🐟 and posted the story dumps to his IG

Weird how the Black Raven account deactivated right after 🐟 lost her IG account......did he almost have control back, and his team🐷 took the money and went with the paid for narrative (by Netflix? CAA? People Mag?) to run him into the ground since he refused to be held hostage by her antics?

Weird how his twitter account "accidentally" liked that tweet one time by Black Raven and brought attention to it....

Makes me wonder just how long Megan🐷 etc could have been planning all of this, and how long Chris has really been trying to get away from her, does she believe in future planning? I hope she has a retirement fund....

Does it go back to his time with Jim? Did he want to leave and go with him but made the mistake of staying with 🐷? Or was she or someone else holding something over him to keep him there? And why?

Who's really responsible for the dick pic leak? Was that even Chris'? The ankles look too skinny to me?

Was that only the first time someone tried to sabotage him?

If they are hiring trolls at both ends then just how many of the rumours throughout the years have been put out just to get him to pay them to put out the fire for him

All of this just to push a fake wedding rumour? Fake pregnancy rumours?

White knight syndrome?

Did we finally find the spiders that spun the webs? 🕷️

Why so jealous Megan🐷?

Did you shoot your shot and get turned down? Sounds like inappropriate conduct for a client relationship to me!

Are you the blonde on the plane sitting behind him going to Disney?

More importantly who's paying?

And how many other artists are they doing this to?

Sounds like a work trip.....

and about time Chris Evans hired a lawyer

🤍🪽✨

[crabcrabcrabmeat]

Ok final thoughts on Gundam Novels. Idk why ppl call them novelizations when it's a p different story lol. Lots of Tominoisms unsurprisingly.

Frau stays a Civilian! And presumably has pants. Garma has more narrative raison d'etre (er, to die ig) in this but he's still a bit character as he should be lol. Kai is less fun imo but apparently he gets laid more than anyone, good for him. Ages are a bit older, but sleggar is still younger than me lmao.

Low points: not a huge fan of what I assume is the translation lol. I assume the original has more dry humor, there's a bit abt Big Zam that was tainted (I assume) by this, as well as a lot of moments where the text vs subtext seem out of balance, rip. Scene by scene pacing is good but overall is sooo jumpy esp w the POV swaps and lore dumps. I like all the espionage but it's not presented in the most ideal way. Also the fuckinnnn pube amulets. Why.

??? Moments: Amuro and Char aren't as much of narrative foils, as this has some concepts that would go on to be used in Zeta such as their attempt at allyship. Baffling name choices. Lalah is a minor character! She's not even the most Lalah of a character narratively lol. Some transliterations are inconsistent which irks me. M'qve's biggest contribution to the story is calling Char a fuckboy lol. The ending has a very different vibe, despite both ending on the idea of desperate hope. The story itself is stunningly gender essentialist to the point it breaks its own verisimilitude wrt identity and eroticism, but simultaneously frames misogyny as bad. Let her cook.

High points: Char and Amuro both have sex multiple times with women and yet they seem just as gay. Phenomenal. Lots of detailed characterization thru snark, intimacy and lack there of, and of course Amuros insane diet my beloved. Give him his mocha mandarin coffee! Let him complain against warcrimes while eating strawberry shortcake! Delightful. It's such a good addition to any scene. I like the continuation of the water motif! Lalah's few scenes are spot on. The moment w the scars lives in my head rent free. Some of my fav characters were ones specific to this! How cool is it that Amuro interacts w a proto Reccoa? Also Bright is even easier to hate in this lolol. Genuinely impressed by some of the descriptions of how it feels to have a newtype flash, there's a lot going on conceptually wrt neurodivergency, personhood, autonomy, vulnerability. Its like an attempt to interrogate the BDSM concept of subspace thru more rational lenses like physics and psychology. They really can have sex fully clothed on opposite sides of a building huh.

A lot of the more infamous or contentious moments were spoiled for me but it's defs worth reading in context! It's not SO good I'd recommend it to a non fan but that's really not the audience to begin with hehe. Just make sure whatever format u do,,,, don't be like me and read it miniscule on ur phone. Save ur eyes.

[fujunfuren]

Hii~

That sounded like a wonderful Wednesday. I was eagerly waiting for the new episodes to drop so I enjoyed them nice and fresh too.

Yess, finally the old boss is gone. It was a nice wrap up, too. I didn't expect such ending. But the ex-gf is not gone and I don't like smell coming from Sun Woo & Min Young. Just... let's not make it happen. Matching every possible single character with another one is common in books, too, and I'm bored.

Ohhh~ same here! My heart clenched seeing confused and upset Dongjin (and when he argued and avoided Woo Joo afterwards). He just acknowledged his crush for her and attempted to get closer (like texting SHALL WE MEET + calling to say WAIT LET'S LEAVE WORK TOGETHER) only to be avoided and treated harshly. (When she said she was sick of hearing Jigu's things, Dong Jin's heart wasn't the only one that got broken🥲) I'm glad he called her out for her confusing attitude.

Woo Joo's confusion wasn't annoying last week since everything was new and overwhelming to her. But this week I was like... girl? She said she's not crossing the line to Jun but kept keeping him (DJ) company. I enjoyed those moments but it felt like she was dropping her attitude too easily. At least, from now on she won't begin treating him coldly again because I assume it's time for secrets to come on the surface since Woo Joo's mom arrived Seoul. (gosh that preview was exciting!) She is not confused anymore but in pain. 🥲 Let's see how things will be figured out.

Haesung's pills... lol I was so dumb while watching that scene. I was like "oh, so it's her first time dumping someone" then she started saying that it's hard for her to be in crowded places...💀💀 That scene was nice. Opening up about your problems for the first time... the actress delivered it so well!

That smiling issue was so good, too! Pretending to smile for other's sake... She is not only told to stop that but also encouraged to do so!!

Okay I gotta go. I'll resume talking after the iftar. Ramadan mubarak to you, too!

Ohh you are also fasting! Ramadan mubarak to you!! Hope you had a good iftar :))

i knoww.... i feel like they're trying to hint something between sunwoo/minyeong but idk...must you really pair them up just because lol. As much as we know dongjin is over her and he's probably ok with it, it's still mehh.

That scene when he texted "shall we meet" and she responded "im tired". His disappointment, flopping on his bed to sleep thooooo😂😂 Yeah i'm glad he sounded her out.

That preview!!! 👀👀👀 urghh cant wait for next week! Literally THE show that keeps me motivated every week. I'm sad we only have 3 more weeks before finale T.T

Enjoy the weekends!

[lanternliighting]

ok we hit post limit but here’s the mcr info dump :3 sorry this is so long /gen we’re really really really into mcr if you can’t tell

the band itself, MCR (My Chemical Romance), is a pop-punk/emo/rock, etc band that was initially formed in 2001 after the events of 9/11. the four members that make up mychem are Gerard Way (vocals) , Mikey Way (bass) Ray Toro (guitar) and Frank Iero (guitar)

not including things like EPs, singles, anniversary stuff etc. their current ‘main’ albums consist of “I brought you my Bullets, You brought me your Love” (Bullets) “Three Cheers for sweet Revenge” (TCFSR / Revenge) “The Black Parade” (TBP) and “Danger Days: The true lives of the Fabulous Killjoys” (Danger Days) - which adds up to 4 albums.

as for why tumblr is tweaking and freaking out over them rn, there’s been hopes for a 5th album (MCR5) for a while, and for the past few days (i think? idk we don’t use instagram) MyChem have been posting small teasers on instagram and today, i think like 3 ish hours ago? maybe 4? they dropped this image (not my screenshot)

the white theme, the confetti, the towers/background, are all things featured (for lack of a better word) in their most popular album - “The Black Parade” and this is more of a theory but the caption “If you could be anything, what would you be?” could maybeeee be a reference to the line “when i grow up i don’t want to be anything at all” during the song “The End.” Which is the first song on the album in question. the text also is theorised to either be MCR in russian text (i forgot the name of it) or it could stand for “Kill Chemical Romance”

anyway erm idk what else to say but basically super popular 2000s emo band potentially dropping a 5th album related to their most popular album :’3

oooohhhh cool :00 i'll give them a listen sometime :33 tyy

[kingofkate]

wow I love reading over my old posts and remembering how I felt back then. It feels like a much simpler, and more innocent time, 3 months ago...

I have so much to say about this person, but to summarize, I have now experienced a different kind of toxicity, and saw myself becoming someone I didn’t like because of them.

To make a short story long:

Things started out fantastic, we really hit it off and my friend group also liked them. They had some drama and baggage, sure, but it was nice for them to open up to me so quickly. What I didn’t realize at the time was that “opening up” was actually “trauma dumping” and it never ended.

Every interaction, every time we spent time together, they trauma dumped the same trauma. Over and over to the point that my friend group made jokes about it.

One day, finally, while out with a friend they started doing it again and my friend put their foot down and said “enough! We’ve heard this a million times, we’ve tried to help you, but nothing ever changes! Please, our mental health is suffering trying to help you, and you don’t WANT to change!”

They said it in a nicer way, and very calmly. When they tried to argue back, blaming the same trauma again, I jumped in and said that change needed to happen. We’d listened over and over, we’d tried to change the subject, but we couldn’t take it anymore. And we both stated that if change wasn’t made, we would not be continuing the friendship, because it was hurting our mental state.

After that I went away for a month to visit family. In that time they constantly texted me with the same problems, but I refused to engage and always moved the topic to something else.

When I came back, we met up and the first thing they did was trauma dump the same shit all over again. After that I started becoming meaner. If they mentioned their trauma I would say something like “yep, we know” or “no surprise there, moving on” in a snippy or annoyed tone. We went out to lunch with a new friend of mine and after the lunch my new friend asked what the fuck was wrong with them.

And sitting down with a group of my close friends (without them present) we tried to get it out of our system. And together we noticed a pattern.

When they first meet someone, they always give exactly One (1) compliment, and then once the conversation starts they begin trauma dumping. If you try to talk about your problems, they change the subject back to them. And all the problems they talked about couldn’t be verified, even the newer ones we were involved in.

We couldn’t be sure, but we believe now that they have a sort of victim complex, and might have been manipulating us using their trauma. At one point someone said something about a victim complex and they asked what it meant, when we told them they got VERY upset, but we hadn’t made the connection at the time.

It was at that time I started to become a little concerned about my safety with them because they were closest to me and had started acting a bit... possessive. When I was talking to a group of people they stood right off to the side making hard eye contact with me, but not interrupting. When I asked what they wanted they said they were letting me know they were leaving, and I said fine I needed to do something and to go without me and they stood there staring at me until the other members of the group looked at them, then they angrily walked away.

I was having an absolutely horrible week, my mental health was at an all time low for the first time in years, and I had been getting bad news after bad news. While walking home one day they were following me, ranting again about the same thing, when they noticed I wasn’t paying attention. (honestly, by that point I was ignoring them in almost all interactions in hopes they would leave me alone). They said “I’m getting the feeling you aren’t interested in me today” and I said “I’m going through a really hard time right now, and I really need to focus on myself for a bit” and they just said “ok, I’ll continue this tomorrow” and left me standing there. They didn’t ask what my problem was, just realized I wasn’t acting as a therapist and bailed.

I text my good friend and they helped me sort my issues right away. And I realized that the friendship with that person was toxic, and absolutely making my mental health worse. I didn’t like the person I was when they were around. I was becoming mean, and anxious all the time. Just the thought of running into them made me feel like I was having an anxiety attack.

I started having nightmares of them following me home, or hurting my friends. I told my new friends about my situation (just that I was having issues with a former friend who was toxic) and they were so helpful. They invited me to lunch every day and made sure I was never alone when that person came around.

Eventually they gave up trying to bother me and moved on to the next person.

When they had told me at the beginning of the friendship that every other friend they had had ghosted them in like a week, that should have been a red flag, but I wanted to be kind. Turns out when someone gets along well with you, but every one else hates them, they might be lying to you.

So yeah, I’ve grown as a person and now I’ve seen toxicity on both sides of the spectrum. I’ve had former friends who were verbally abusive, and now mentally abusive.

Fun times.

I met someone today. It was the strangest thing I've ever experienced. We were both st an event and made the same joke. We were with different partners for our activity, but couldn't stop joking together. We had to go our separate ways, but we both ran up to each other and said "I need your number!" That was 2 days ago and today we met up with a group of my friends and... I don't know how to describe it. It's like meeting another version of myself. It felt so natural to talk about things with them. I didn't feel strange complimenting them, or sharing things about myself I'm usually scared to tell other (mostly about my sexuality). They were so understanding, and confessed they had similar reservations like me, even though not to my level, but understood me and didn't want to make me uncomfortable. We ate the same types of food, sat the same way, and had all the same interests. We were with friends but in our on world. The strangest thing about it all was I felt this intense need to touch them. I hate physical touch, doesn't matter who, but we leaned into each other so much and I just wanted more. I guess it feels like something important, meeting this person. I don't know what will come next, but I know I have to be friends with them. There is no other option. I've never met someone that I connected to so instantly. And im feeling so overwhelmed by this feeling.

I'm afraid to go to sleep. As if this feeling will go away. As if doubt will creep in. "Was it all in my head?" "Was I the only one who felt it?" "Did I come on too strong, and will they think im trying to come on to them?" I think I behaved myself and they were so excited when I suggested meeting up again. I can't wait to talk to them again.