#i never thought id make something like this

[somerandomcockroach]

F*** my writing shyness, it will be bad and utter stupid mushy dumbness and I don't mind, because I need MUSHY AND TOO SWEET AND STUPID KISSES THROUGH THE SCREEN WITH CONFUSION

Swerve x Blurr silly short oneshot Reverse mecha au by Kerefon

Silly kisses inside the games is the normal thing for humans, Cybertronians don't quite have such interactive games, at least he never was interested in Cybertronian ones, Blurr doesn't know why he feels so shy over this friendly joke that he was perfectly pulling off in the real life by himself.

Blurr has been watching streams of Serving_Metal_Nerdulgist for over 1 year now. He still has no idea how he found this line since it didn't have registered ID in the interplanetary lists, but the streams on it turned out to catch all of his attention. Interplanetary streams weren't something new or interesting (most of them were boring stuff with their strange ugly food that they were munching with even more ugly sounds, some strange sports, absolutely wasteful dramas and other things), but this one he never saw before. It was a game, cubic game, vibrant, green, full of details, explorations, it was fascinating to watch someone explore a newly created endless world, go on adventures, kill interesting monsters and make creations out of blocks that looked strange as a separate but gorgeous as a one. He was making it look gorgeous.

He supposed it wouldn't have been so interesting if not the voice behind it, who always was sharing his thoughts and ideas. Blurr was listening to them and wondering how one comes up with such ideas while himself getting inspired thanks to it (he tried to make a little blocky house with melting metal, but ended up burning surface of his digits and "house" looked like nest of these Gazin ants with three mouths).

It became the part of his free evenings, the chat became his dream chat group come true with never ending different interesting topics about anything and everything. Not like he could properly write on "human" so most of the parts he was using translator. Translator kind of sucked because it had barely any idea what the "human" is as much as Blurr did (he supposed the cubic human inside the game was based on real humans) and AI was learning words and their adaptations pretty slowly.

Unlike the person behind the stream.

He learned fast and over the year almost became fluent in Cybertron. He said it was the power of nerds.

Blurr felt himself pretty happy (immensely gleeful) about the fact that Nerdulgist did so to talk with him, to be able to play and talk without the need to switch to chat typing (not like he could type with Cybertronian syllables anyway).

He was watching him when there were only a few people. To be more precise, first time he found him he also joined his game, since ID applied to the game too and Blurr thought it was open to join for everyone. Reaction of pure horror and sudden boost of comments applied it was not. But Blurr was spamming shift after smashing all the keys to find some way to show that he is… friendly? He perfectly knows about ban option in public places and he didn't want to be banned even if it wasn't a thing here (he found out later it was a thing indeed). Maybe Nerdulgist thought that being friends with someone who could join your game without host's permission is safer so he rolled with it. He still didn't get what the herobrine is though, some kind of hacking program? He isn't to be blamed for ID leaking.

They became game friends. It became Blurr's second favorite thing after winning races and outside races he was finding excuses to abandon wreckers to play Minecraft.

He was sure Nerdulgist also found his company pleasing. He was especially affectionate during the game today, it was a "chill stream day" (he was changing all the above blocks in the area on different colored ones to make something like clay forest). Over the year his followers count grew noticeably so now instead of non-stop chattery he could do non-stop question answering.

"Do I like Blurr? What a sil– no, stupid and offending question-"

Blurr's screen suddenly was filled with detailed cubic face skin of some, as he was told but didn't find the source, anime character, but with red hair, and then he heard a very characteristic and loud soft kiss in his audials.

"I love him, he is the man of my dreams, I would have built a home with him in real life and placed our beds next to each other."

Blurr saw that there was a sudden flood of comments but he urgently rolled out of the table with his digits to the face and he couldn't understand what Nerdulgist was saying. He felt his cheek plates warming up under digits. He did not expect it.

They were joking like this before, but before was much faster, more joking-like and Blurr was prepared, he could read mood good even inside the game. Here he was just caught off guard. And that wasn't because he found Nerdulgists' voice attractive lately due to hoarseness from his past sickness, no. And didn't notice after that that his voice actually always was quite attractive to him, no.

He was very good with physical contact and attention! He was the man of physical attention! He was expressing like this to the ones he considered enough to be pals.

He considered Nerdulgist his friend and he. Could. Do. Nothing. To show it! He reacts like this definitely because he can't find no "friendly hugging" functions and so he wasn't prepared for audial way of such acts. Acts of kisses? Not cheek kisses. When did they skip one part of the progress chain? Yes he wasn't prepared for it to be outside chat. If only he could somehow spend more time nuzzling with him so he could be prepared to steadfastly stand this affectionate attack! Sleeping on the beds next to each other didn't count.

"Blurr? Are you good?"

[Great_Cucumber: he probably passed out, you just kissed him, let him cool down]

[SweatNana243: Blurr ~ Come back, your man misses you~]

"Chat, shhh."

Blurr snapped out of his thoughts only when Swerve (Swerve said his name only to him and asked not to call him by his real name, so they were having fun by coming up with new strange names to "accidentally" say on streams) asked him on cybertronian if he is okay. Hearing it on cybertronian both deepened his warmness and got him back to his field of confidence. What is wrong with him? Two can play this game and he doesn't plan on losing!

Blurr: Yes, I am good, you have to kiss me longer to get rid of me

(The statement was absolutely true, he perfectly remembered his only few kisses he ever had in this life, he was drunk and it took noticeably more time for him to pass out. Of course he remembered real facts to apply to a silly game kissing, who doesn't?)

[Great_Cucumber: OOOOOOOOOOOO]

[Funtime90008: OOOOOOOOOOO]

[WBlurrNerdNation: OHOHOHOHOHOHOH GUYS]

There was a rich chuckle and chair creaking. "I'm going after my kissy plushie toy and I am about to measure your limits of hit kisses!"

[SweatNana243: your WHAT]

[Great_Cucumber: virgin spotted pointy finger]

[WBlurrNerdNation: I'm calling my friends, they can't miss it]

Okay, maybe Blurr wasn't as prepared to this. He rotated around in the search of something. Whatever. Something that also fits for a kissing practice, for no other reason but to not feel "attacked" if he also will do this dumb thing.

Blurr heard almost every possible transformer. Their voices became so common to him that when he first time opened interplanet stream with some ugly three mouths thing talking, the voice of that thing was disgusting, unusual, but mostly disgusting. Blurr was paying closer attention to people's voices, you could find so much information in them; and cybertronians' voices were consistent of precisely built in individual characteristics of waves. You could hear a silent static and a muffled echo inside throat. You could hear and sense the mood of the person if you knew how to do it. Organics? Their "static" voice cracks were grotty, they couldn't regulate their voices when they were loud, the sound was coming out of wet sources as if they were drowning. It was unpleasant. He didn't like noisy sticky figures.

Swerve's voice was… very pleasant. He guessed it had wet source just as organics, but it sounded dry, rich, vibrant, and when his voice was cracking up in excitement, it was contagious. When he was yelping and screaming on higher waves it sounded cute after his deep, slightly nervous bass. Funny even. He wasn't gulping after hours of talking like others did, he clearly needed water but he was too deep into explaining his new idea for the swamp area until his voice was becoming desiccated and he had to whispers while his chat was spamming "serve aqua".

Swerve indicated his return with two exaggerated smacking sounds of lips. Blurr laughed, nervously and generously. Swerve was a total maniac once he became comfortable. "Are you ready my handsome alien?"

Blurr managed to write "Wait a min dying laughin" before he clung to his knees with static laugh and burning cheeks. A cube person with strange skin was about to kiss him!

"I don't have the whole day, dear gringo, 1 minute and you will have to face me"

He clearly was in a very playful mood today as he said it in cybertronian to mock his viewers. It didn't help Blurr. Swerve's voice compensated all his hilarious looks. Where was his coolant?

Blurr looked around to check that the door was closed, he didn't want to die out of embarrassment. After making sure that there is no one sneaking on him (though the existence of guilty ghosts was especially believable right now) he braced himself and was looking at the screen.

Blurr: Deliver it (He meant "Bring it on" but translator didn't reach such levels of smugness yet)

Swerve seemed to lean closer to the microphone since the sound of skin pressed against the soft plushy was very clearly heard.

[Matador: SEND CREEPERS ON THEM WHILE THEY ARE BUSY]

[WBlurrNerdNation: SHUT UP, THERE IS RELATIONSHIP DEVELOPS]

[DBlurrNerdNation: WTF]

[JBlurrNerdNation: I will fight with mobs for the pride of their first proper kiss]

Okay. It sounded… soft. Blurr unconsciously touched his lips, he guessed his lips weren't as delicate as organics'… he had nothing to compare it with. Maybe jellied energon? He remembered his drunk kisses. They were soft for him but we talk about tender kind of leathers here. He felt frustrated but didn't stop listening and watching. That was an unusual sudden attention directed to him but he didn't dislike it.

Primus stop thinking about it with such seriousness it's a silly joke. From someone he found very nice to talk to. And listen to. Swerve is a great, very funny, smart dude. Silly a little bit, isn't it perfect? Oh, he heard a… breathing? Some fleshings had nostrils, looks like humans have them too and they are located above the mouth. And their breathing isn't as stable but very soft sounding. His vents suddenly clicked on to mimic the breathing rate, he gave up fighting with his processor. Sadly right now his attention was perfectly locked on one thing and was rotating only around arising from this event imaginations.

His imagination was too bright as he was imagining a presence on his lips. He closed his eyes and leaned in toward the sound. Then he opened them again and looked behind his back. No one was there. Thank Primus.

There were only a few bots who's voices he liked. Like, liked liked. But they were only transformers, never flesh organics. He might have liked liked liked this human's voice and vent (newly discovered breathing) more than all others that he liked liked.

Swerve budged from the microphone and made teasing chuckling sounds while still keeping hold of the plush. He was a streamer who felt like a scrapper in the metal pools after being sure that such jokes are good with Blurr.

"Still didn't fall under my obviously great and very expert kissing skills?"

[Great_Cucumber: you suck, I feel bad for Blurr]

"Hey what? That clearly was perfect! Not too long, not too short, with pauses, a little bit of teasing for the mood…" The microphone transmitted the sounds of his exaggerated hand gestures. Good microphone. "So what if it was only with plush? Do you not kiss your pets?"

[Great_Cucumber: I should be worried about your pets. But for your knowledge, my pomeranian kisses better.]

[WBlurrNerdNation: you are such a mood breaker, use your damn imagination, he wasn't kissing you!.. But yeah ah it sounded kinda gross actually]

"Chat. Chat, I hate you all and just for your knowledge, komondors are better than pomeranians."

[SweatNana243: look, he started mumbling under his nose, you all are so mean]

Nerdulgist turned away and got back to changing blocks while explaining all pros and cons of the bigger dogs compared to little ones. Blurr finally got back to his keyboard and mouse after his vents calmed down.

It definitely shouldn't have felt like whatever he felt but he couldn't help himself.

So instead he decided to not pretend to be dense and cool and started running laps around Swerve, shifting and jumping to lift their moods up. Worked perfectly, attention immediately switched and Blurr confused everyone with how getting pets where he is was kind of an illegal or kinky thing. They didn't finish what they planned because they saw turtles ashore and ended up breeding them while Swerve was talking about some cool mutated turtles, then just as usual they went back in their too gorgeous for Blurr's comprehension house with red and blue beds and orange and white carpets beneath them in the further room.

For some months now Nerdulgist was ending his stream first and then was spending some more quality time with Blurr until their attention was switching to opposite directions and they were chatting on absolutely different topics while still listening to each other.

Wreckers still didn't come back. Blurr was lying on the berth and rotating some favorite events from today in his head. Usually it was the whole stream and everything they talked about but this time he mostly was remembering the breathing and soft touching of skin that he heard, it was something new for him and he couldn't calm down and especially couldn't understand why he couldn't calm down. He wouldn't mind sharing a room with such cool person. He decided to run around the ship outside until his processor got overheated. ___________________________________

Swerve on the other side of the screen flying in heaven because he finally found someone who passed his vibe check, on who he could pull off all of his affectionate impulses and flirty jokes. ___________________________________ IN MY DEFENCE! Swerve here is the human from the beginning in this reverse version and he technically in the surrounding where he can feel less alone, nerds are all over the world on Earth so I believe this version of him is so much more confident in himself. He is the man of a good talents and great social education and awareness. He has a job that he even if don't love but clearly enjoys and it serves a good and visible purpose, he gets home and releases all the stress in other activities he likes. And it is known that confident people (not in an arrogant manner) are more attractive so his jokes get like, [10 buff due to him feeling sure not even if about them but about himself saying them. And yes aghsfa I think he would have a deep voice with a bit of a high cracking during laugh and nervousness. And he screams like a girl when startled, then coughs and screams again but now like a real man.

Blurr for me is only the friendly flirting kind of guy who does so to make people comfortable. And he will understand his interest in romance way with someone only when other close friend of his starts friendly flirting with him and Blurr will have to reconsider some of his life choises. And I just wanted Blurr to have a panic first. And find more attractive different qualities in Swerve. Please don't look at me I didn't even write it enough fluff for my liking I am holding well.

[Also Swerve added "Serving" in his name after he has read too many isekai mangas with 127 words long titles]

[ackl3z]

DEAN W. - kink alphabet

pairing: dean winchester x reader

content: thigh fucking, size kink, face sitting, rough sex, masturbation, handcuffing, teasing, edging, public sex, car sex, mention of somnophilia/cnc, overstimulation, face slapping, head (both recieving), vibrators, bdsm, tying up, choking, porn without plot, established relationship, no use of y/n, fem!reader, not proof read

word count: 1.9k

A = aftercare

although dean can be a bit of a womanizer at times, that doesn't change the fact that he's literally heavenly at aftercare. first of all, he would take you into a long, steamy shower with him, washing your hair for you and drying you off, putting you in one of his metallica shirts, which practically drowned you. he'd carry you into bed, placing your head on his chest while he kisses your forehead, plays with your hair and whispers to you about how beautiful you are and how well you done for him.

B = body part

dean loves every inch of you, like literally every single little detail of your body he adores, but if one part was to stand out it would be your thighs. deans not really the guy to prefer tits or ass, he loves them both equally, but most of all he adores your thighs. he loves laying on them, he loves holding them as you sit on his face, he loves always having a hand on them in public, and he loves fucking them.

C = cum

dean is the biggest fan of messy, sloppy sex, so of course he loves cum. it takes him a while to finally bust, but when he does there's alot of it, and he would put it all over you, his favorite spaces being your face, your tits and your thighs (of course).

D = dick size

obviously im biased, but in my opinion i'd say dean is massive.!for length i'd say 8, maybe 8.5 if you've got him extra turned on, and hes thick aswell. conclusion; id say 8 in length and really girthy aswell.

E = experience

oh this man is experienced. before he met you, he basically had a new hook-up every second night, but obviously not anymore, he could never even imagine cheating on you. it doesn't bother you at all, all that it means for you is that he's unreal at practically everything sex-wise, but every so often you two find something different to try.

F = favorite position

dean has a few favorites, he would love just basic missionary, him on top of you, he loved staring at your pretty face while he pounded you like crazyyy. he would also love doing it up against things, against a wall, in the shower, on a kitchen counter, he didn't really care, he just loved pinning you up against a surface.

G = goofy (how serious they are in the moment, do they laugh, etc.)

if you know dean, you know damn well he couldn't stay serious if his life depended on it (like, literally) and that includes sex. you two would share alot of giggles during it, even if one of you messed up it would never be embarrassing, you would easily be able to laugh about it together.

H = hair

dean's rugged, he's authentic, and there's no way in hell that he'd be perfectly shaven. i feel like he would never let it get ridiculously long either tho, it would usually just be trimmed down. as for you, he would never care how much or less hair was there, he would eat it either way, although i'd say he would prefer it to be smooth or atleast trimmed down.

I = intimacy (how romantic he is in the moment and stuff.)

dean can be romantic when he wants to be, to me the answer is that it would really depend on his mood. some nights, after a long, hard day he would prefer to come home and just kiss you slowly, take his time with you and make it as romantic as possible. on the other hand, if he was angry, maybe fresh out of an argument with you or his dad, he would simply just rip your clothes off and pounding you as hard as he can, but he would always make sure to give you the best affection afterwards.

J = jack off

he would absolutely jack off, and it would always be to the thought of you. dean would 10x prefer to be with you, obviously, but if he was away on a hunt, or vice versa, he would definitely send you videos of him jacking off, moaning your name softly as he imagined you as his hand, maybe he'd even steal your panties for that purpose alone.

K = kink

that man is a freak, but there are a few that stand out to him, like having you handcuffed to the bed as he teases you to the point your begging for it, or having you blow him when he was driving the impala. overall, dean is down for pretty much everything but he loves having you tied up, or edging you, or having to cover your mouth because your moaning to loudly in a public place.

L = location

dean would basically bang you anytime if he was in the mood for it, no matter if it's a public bathroom, under a table, in the motel room with sammy asleep in the next bed, but his favorite place was definitely the back of his car. dean adored having his three favorite things combined into the same situation, sex, the impala, and you. he would do it in the back seats while he had sent sam off to do something, or having you under the steering wheel while he drove down emptier roads, or having you use your hands on him, forcing him to keep his control

M = motivation (what turns him on)

dean loves a challenge, so when you're prancing around the motel room in the tiniest top and shorts you could possibly find, teasing him for his stares, even being slightly cocky it would get him rock hard straight away. it would just make dean want to fuck the attitude right out of you, and that was a promise.

N = no (something he would never do)

a big no for dean would be any form of cnc or somnophilia, he hated the idea of making you uncomfortable or hurting you in anyway, even if you did previously consent to you it would always be a big no. at first, he was slightly hesitant on the idea of overstimulating you, and slapping you gently during sex when you don't do as your told, but after you confirmed to him that you were into it he had no issues with it anymore.

O = oral

although he absolutely loves it when you give him head, he would much prefer to be the one eating you out, he loved hearing you moan his name, arch your back as his tongue works its magic. he always thought that you came first being pleasured, he wanted it to be enjoyable for you more than anything.

P = pace

again, i feel like it would depend on the night, but whatever it was he would always match the mood perfectly. if you were having a more soft, passionate night he would take it slow, hitting all the spots perfectly while also taking his time with you. on the other hand, if it was a truly sexual, steamy night he would want nothing but to pound you fast, and equally as hard. either way, he knew he could make you scream if he wanted to.

Q = quickies

dean was never especially big on quickies, not with you atleast. he wanted to kiss you first, to kiss your full body and get you all hot and bothered for him before actually giving you what you both wanted. he liked getting you in the mood first, but if it really came to it, he would absolutely have a quickie with you in the back of his car.

R = risk

this man loves the risk, and one of his biggest kinks is having public sex. everytime you would complain about the fact you could get caught, that would just turn him on more. its not exactly the location that he loves, but he loves the risk of getting caught, the times when you two have to be extra quiet incase someone catches you.

S = stamina

dean would be amazing at pacing himself perfectly, he would be able to go all night long if he wanted to, and sometimes you actually did. it's not that he could hold his cum for that long, but he would keep going, even if you both did cum, he loved sex, so of course he'd love doing it for as long as possible.

T = toys

i don't think dean would be particularly big on toys, maybe if he was away and it was your only option, but he wouldn't like the idea of using an object on you, he would just much prefer to hear your moans for him and not your moans for a vibrator, he wanted to make you feel good himself.

U = unfair

we all know dean is a massive tease, but he wouldn't tease you to the point it's unfair. i mean yeah, he would make sure that he lets his hand travel just a little too far in public, maybe whisper dirty things to you infront of your friends but when it actually came to getting you in bed he would take his time with you, but not leave you hanging for hours on end.

V = volume

i feel like at first dean would be too ashamed to be loud with you, but after you two had dated for a while he would let himself go and be suprisingly noisy. it would never be like full on whimpering, but he would definitely be groaning and moaning your name, loudly.

W = wild card (random kinky headcanon)

excluding the pain, dean would love the idea of bdsm because what is there not to love? he gets to tie you up, discipline you when you don't do as your told, and as long as he knew that you were okay with it, choking you a lil during missionary? dean would love every second of it, even if he wasn't exactly the proudest to bring it up.

X = x-ray

as i said, i think he has an 8 incher, and an extremely girthy cock, but god did it look good. his length was a pale pink color, with noticeable veins running down the sides of it, and his tip was alot pinker than the rest of his cock, and always leaking precum. it bended softly to the left, but you only knew that because of the amount of times he had it inside you, it wasn't very noticeable until you felt how perfectly he hit your g-spot every. single. time.

Y = yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

anytime. anywhere. whenever you wanted it best believe you would get it. dean would never turn down sex, most of the time it was actually him asking for it initially.

Z = zzz (how quickly he sleeps after)

dean is always sleepy, even more so after a long day at work topped off with a long fucking session. he would hold you in his arms, cuddling you until you fell asleep so he could finally let himself fall asleep after you. he would always want to make sure you were comfortable before allowing himself to relax, but it wouldn't be long before you two were both sound asleep in eachothers arms after sex.

@sl4tforchris @fanofgunsnroses

[kissboybyler]

this is so random and probably not a good analogy for what i want to say but whatever-

today at school i was talking with one of my classmates and for some reason i started rambling about tumblr (she had no idea what it is) and byler (or st in general, i didn’t know how she’d react to byler) and how wonderful it was being part of a fandom, and another classmate heard us and joined us and said “oh yeah tumblr! when you mentioned in class one day that it was the social media platform you use the most i was like oh what, because id heard of it before but i never knew of someone who actually used it. So id thought id download it and check it out. I deleted it an hour later tho”

And yeah that sounds a bit silly, but the only thing i could think of while he was talking was that- we have no idea how much we impact/ influence other people in our lives on a daily basis. Maybe this is not that great an example, but for me, that day id thought no one was paying attention and my classmates were probably making fun of how weird i was. But look! I don’t know, it just got me thinking that there are so many people who perceive us on the daily, people who think about what we said, people who notice the way we speak and move, people who think about us randomly during the day, people who have picked up on our quirks and made them their own.

Isn’t it a bit beautiful? How we are all parts of the people we’ve met? I think it is.

PS: he asked me why i had tumblr and i said that i was part of multiple fandoms and he was like “oh like- like the ghost?” and i was like “that’s a phantom”😭 idk i thought it was funny. Also he said he never watched s4 because s3 bored him 😞

also another classmate of mine asked “when’s s5 coming out?” and the moment i was about to say “autumn 2025” my other classmate said “2027 or something” and i was like, fair enough, it seems like that at this point😭

[pears-palette]

[ID in Alt]

So the TERFs saw my "death before detransition" art and have been dog-piling me ever since, saying that "transgenderism" is a death cult that pushes confused kids into suicide (while also sending me death threats/ telling me to kms so like...) and its fuckin wild to me because transitioning literally saved my life. I never thought I would live this long because when I was a teenager figuring shit out, it was the right wing, religious people and TERFs making it seems like death was the only end to being trans. They harped about it being a death sentence. Then I actually met a trans person, and they were happy. They had a small business, a partner, and were loved. Seeing that trans joy made me realized that all the fearmongering was BS and led me to accepting myself. Whatever ailments I have around my gender isn't because I am trans, but because of how bigots target me for existing. Trans existence is resistance and trans joy shall outlast ruthless hate.

Also, adding cause folks love leaping to conclusions- me not wanting to detransition does not mean I think someone choosing to detransition is bad. If someone did so for safety reasons, I thank them for living another day. If they detransition because they realized they aligned more with their gender at birth, then I am proud of them for figuring out what works best for them. The only component I disagree with is the people use that as something to justify their transphobia. Just because something didn't work out for you personally does not mean it doesn't work out for others.

[despairlyklor]

“I like the sound of that.” It was an odd sensation to have someone who wanted to be part of a team with him. But she said it all not knowing who exactly she would be teaming up with. “I can play the lute, lyre but my favourite are the drums.” There was just something about the percussion instrument that resonated with the daemonfey. “Maybe one day I’ll play something for you.” Part of him thought that Talisa wouldn’t overly like his music if she heard it, so maybe that one day was far off into the distance. “Well we can’t be having that before the show starts my lady.” If she wanted to be treat like a noble lady Lyklor could do that while teasing her.

It wasn’t the most beautiful? Where had she been to make that statement true? “Well it is the prettiest place I’ve seen… when I could go there.” He’d been to scared to try go through the moongate after Aventia. He was sure the moongate would no longer let him through. “I’m not sure many places could beat it honestly.” though he hadn’t explored much of the city yet, there was to much hope in the air to make him feel up to the task. “Of my self? No, no, I could never be sculpted like that. I just… it doesn’t matter that much.” But it did. Here were all these sculptures of people he didn’t know who probably did little to deserve them and what did he get for his mother, father and sister? A pot of ash, one that they couldn’t even be certain that they were in. “Well I’m lucky to have you then.” Or was she unlucky to have him around? It was hard to tell. “That sounds like one id like, what’s it called?”

“Then I’ll be the taste and you’ll be the skill,” Talisa said decidedly. Tragically, not everyone was born with an eye for beauty and finery, but she felt confident in her ability to bridge the divide. “What do you play?” she questioned, her interest apparent. She played several herself, but not with the same purpose of training as a bard. She had been brought up to be more of a fixture of a room rather than to influence the room. She feigned a pouting face when he suggested he might ask anything of her–how strange these Lysarans were, wanting her to work. “We will have to start our lessons next week,” she decided. But a moment later she cut her eyes at him and offered him a practiced smile. “Lyklor, you forget yourself. I’m a lady,” she lilted at him. “If you continue to be so improper, I fear I may faint from the shock of it all.”

Talisa merely responded with an accepting smile when he suggested she knew what Avalon was like. She knew it as a new place to explore, but not like a home. It was better to be vague considering she couldn’t lie and she did not wish to explain. “Not the most beautiful, but quite lovely in its own right,” she determined to be her final judgement. “I think this shall be one of my favorite places in all of Eterna, though.” She looked at him, a brow raising at his question. “I’m not sure. Why? Are you hoping to leave an equally beautiful effigy?” A thin hand rested over her heart and she looked shocked when he said he’d never seen a musical. “My darling Lyklor, you don’t know what you’re missing,” she said sympathetically, a slight shake of her head. Then, she sighed wistfully. “It depends on the musical, but my favorite is dreadfully romantic and magnificently tragic all at once.”

[4rrenstep]

Inspired by this post:

[linkedin-offficial]

me when i get the opportunity to think about speculative biology and non-existent game mechanics in media i like

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[cowboy-robooty]

im not going to lie i have an illuminati type theory that fanfiction has gotten so fucking bad recently as yet another consequence of the pandemic

[tradingjack]

trigun panel redraws from chapters 6-10 (half of these were drawn last year whoops)

anyway i'm so fucking excited for that new trigun ominbus yall dont even know. i fuckin Need it

[spittinwatches]

This is so messy but tmh silhouette exploration

[pcktknife]

Ive just progressively wanted to exist less and less and less in front of others for like years now and on my worst days it really gets to me

[toytulini]

oh yeah: Tank Rescape!

[perilegs]

shoutout to people working their dream jobs doing something mundane

[ishq-itar]

had such a good time im going to think and smile to myself for the next two weeks

[britneyshakespeare]

Had the extremely upsetting experience of a mutual of like 6 years going off on me for occasionally making posts about supporting Harris because apparently that makes me a g n cide denier who refuses to learn and grow, with all of my views just being assumed not even from what I've told them I believe or what I've posted before, but just because I DON'T post particularly the kind of things they THINK I should be. When I pointed out how much they were just completely assuming about stuff I'd never talked to them about, I was told it doesn't matter what I do in real life or "care" about if I simply disagree with their conclusion and vote for her anyway. Like they were absolutely not sorry for the level of maliciousness they not just assumed of my character, but for some reason thought appropriate to bring directly to me before unfollowing me. No apology whatsoever for how discomforting or upsetting that might be and certainly no acknowledgment that I could disagree with them and still be a good person. I just got another even longer rant about how they fundamentally can't fuck with me because of this one thing, no matter WHAT else I do in my real life (which I pointed out that they do not know), and how I'm directly supporting fascism.

Like seriously what is it about Tumblr that makes people think they know someone based off of occasional posts? There were just such DEEP assumptions they were making of me and going off of very little or absolutely nothing. Around the time I first became mutuals with that person I used to express my personality and beliefs and talk about what was going on in my life a lot more openly, but I've significantly scaled back on doing that in many ways for many reasons. One of my major ones is privacy and the way I've had strangers outside my followers and following circles just find random things I say and dogpile me for it. I was fundamentally changed after some T Fs did that to me like 3 years ago. I also just didn't have many conversations w that person anymore (I message people in general on here like 10x less than I did circa 2018-2019, which I'm somewhat sorry about!). My point is to say I think this person felt comfortable assuming that they knew me, especially who I am in 2024 at the age of 25, much better than they actually did.

One of the specific things they accused me of was being afraid of learning and growing (because I don't perform social media activism on here like they think I should). Like AFRAID to take criticism. When again I've never received criticism from them or had to respond to any criticism on here before as pertaining to my views on... well, absolutely any of the issues they accused me of not caring about. They essentially treated it as if the only thing in the world I cared about was the US election and characterized me as the most out-of-touch liberal they could possibly imagine, because I'm not "pushing" Kamala Harris to be better (Oh?? Should I do that on here?? Does she read my blog??).

And most hypocritically what they said was that I only *sometimes* *vaguely* post pro-Harris things (I often post like 5 or fewer things in a day though?). But here's the kicker. "Because I know I'll get shit for it. And rightfully so."

Really????? Not a single person, anon or not, in my messages or in a tagged post or anything, has ever given me shit before for saying who I'm voting for. I'm actually NOT afraid of "getting shit" for that opinion, I just don't start fights with people who are anti-voting. And why should I??? I genuinely don't believe in trying to change the minds of strangers on the internet about that sort of thing. I'm just not confrontational about it; that is so not the same thing as being "afraid of getting shit." I'm not posting ENOUGH about my support for Harris, therefore I'm afraid. But therefore they can also make all these assumptions about me being their strawman for an ignorant Harris supporter.

I'm afraid of getting shit but I still post anyway? But if I weren't afraid of getting shit I'd be posting a lot more?? This is ALL based on their assumptions of what my blog *should* look like, based on what I really and truly believe. My level of posting every now and then is an accurate gauge of my feelings on complex, sensitive, global issues. Because I'm voting for the Democratic presidential candidate and I'm ok sharing pretty much just that little glimpse of myself.

I really don't think that person knows just how inappropriate and insulting that is to just say all of that to me. Like they really know what's going on in my head. Their first message began and ended with like "I'm sorry I love you I just can't take it anymore" but they clearly weren't sorry enough to try and be more respectful to me, and they didn't love me enough not to default to extremely ungenerous assumptions and attacking me based off of those instead of any actual words I've said that they take issue with.

Online radicalization is real and it's not necessarily bad because your political views can start to fall well out of the contemporary Overton window. The way you find it appropriate to treat people whose views, however common, seem to fundamentally misalign with yours... that does matter. You can't just assume the worst of everyone and then act on that in how you approach them as individuals. And then be shocked that you don't stay friends with them. You can't be confrontational with someone about an issue you've never had an honest conversation about, and then expect them to take your bad faith in them as reasonable well-meaning criticism.

I'm afraid of criticism??? I'm afraid of criticism. No I'm not. This person and I have never had an issue before where they criticized me and I got harshly defensive. It was ALL projection. The entire tone of their messages was as if all their anti-voting posts recently were somehow in communication with the occasional go-vote-for-Harris posts that I make. That's not a conversation. I don't post for your satisfaction. I don't post in "response" to my mutuals I disagree with. I just post what's on my mind, sometimes, about some things. I really again can't stress enough how baffled I am by this

[xianzhoualliance]

hummmm i looked around a bit and i guess it just depends on how u interpret their actions…?