#i can get my new main (secret main. shh. no you cant have the @ yet) to do it BUT NOT THIS ONE??? the absurdity. tis unmatched

[kaidenshenandoahknapp]

if you followed my last blog, uh, yeah, idk why tumblr terminated me. ive been trying to message them since June to no replies (which, apparently, is not atypical). i assume it was unwarranted. ive been using a replacement-blog with a jokey-name in the meantime, but i think ill just abandon it, it was only meant to be a band-aid until "tumblr fixed this" (boo hiss that it didnt). i didn't post art there at all, so no reason for y'all to know further about it

but yeah, i got no posts rn (albeit i barely post to begin with) but yes, hello, i still exist, i did not block you or something, im still here

my instagram still has all my art i ever posted here over there: my insta is kaidenshenandoahknapp, i changed it to be the same as my url here. and it was available so thats nice at least lol

[gay-otlc]

Keepers of the Chaos (Chapter 2)

Summary: Tam, Linh, Keefe, Biana, and Fitz are part of the tiny fandom for Keeper of the Chaos, and Tam and Linh's podcast convinces some of their other friends to watch it as well. The group finds themselves strangely invested in this show, where students at Tumblr High School who work together to write about an elf named Sophia, cause incomprehensible chaos, and fight their rival Pinterest High School.

Content warnings: Cursing, food, L*ura

Word count: 2005

Notes: Check out the beautiful theme song here!

(Read on AO3)

Sophie rolls her eyes as she opens the link her girlfriend sent her and puts in her earbuds. Biana has been incessantly pestering her to watch Keepers of the Chaos for so long that Sophie half wants to watch it just to shut her up, but she's always tired, or busy, and she doesn't really like watching new things. Still, Biana asked her very nicely to listen to this one podcast, and she looked very pretty when she asked, so Sophie's dumb omni ass couldn't refuse.

"Welcome to the Twins of the Chaos podcast," it begins after loading for an obnoxiously long time. The girl speaking has a pretty voice, Sophie has to admit- sweet and melodic and vaguely amused.

Maybe listening to this podcast won't be so bad if she can listen to that girl's voice the whole time.

But another person speaks, adding "Where some chaotic twins discuss our favorite show, Keepers of the Chaos," and his voice is not as pretty. She continues listening anyway, since Biana may or may not murder her if she stops.

The two voices- whose names are Linh and Tam, apparently- start talking about Keepers of the Chaos some more, giving Sophie a summary she's heard tons of times from Biana and Fitz- though the twins explain it slightly more coherently and with less... whatever the verbal equivalent of keyboard smashing is. Biana usually starts rambling about her favorite characters, like Lynn- not "Lynn the fandom mom," but the other Lynn- and Avery, or sometimes Nora and Darwin. Sophie doesn't understand any of those names and loses track of the conversation as soon as it involves too many unfamiliar names.

But Tam and Linh are making more sense, at least for the most part, until they start mentioning specific couples. The conversation gets again comprehensive soon enough, though, and Sophie does smile at the name "The Dark Duck."

By the end, when Tam says "half of them wearing sleeping masks with teal eyes painted on and the other half watching the chaos with mild amusement," Sophie is curious enough to be mildly intrigued. She listens to their outro music, and before she can regret it, types out a text message to Biana.

Sophie: fine

Sophie: ill watch it

Biana responds instantly with an array of heart emojis. Sophie blushes.

Biana: can i come over and watch with u?

Sophie: ok!

Sophie: moms making mallowmelt

Sophie: but u cant have any

Biana: >:(

Biana: hope u like being single then

Sophie: fine u can have some mallowmelt

Biana: yayyyy!

Biana: ily

Sophie: ilyt

Sophie: now lets watch ur stupid show

Biana: on my way!!!

Sophie smiles, shaking her head. She's a little annoyed, but fine, it sounds interesting enough from the podcast. And what else would she be doing? Studying? Having US history as an alternative would make even the most horrible of shows seem good. She stuffs her textbooks into her backpack and shoves some things out of the way so her room looks a bit neater before rushing downstairs. The mallowmelt smells good enough to make her mouth water.

"Mmm..." she sighs, barely taking time to let it cool off before taking a large bite. "That's so good. Thanks, Mom."

Edaline  smiles. "You're welcome. Just save some for your father and I."

"Fine, fine. I have to share with Biana, anyway." Sophie huffs and takes another bite. "She's coming over, is that alright? We're going to watch a show together."

"Sure, just make sure to get your homework done."

Sophie rolls her eyes. "Fine."

"And keep the door open!" Grady calls. Edaline laughs as Sophie's face flames.

"I'm going back to my room," she grumbles, taking a plate of mallowmelt with her and walking up the stairs. She manages not to trip over her own feet and drop the mallowmelt, thankfully, as she grabs her laptop and opens Netflix. Sighing, she searches for Keepers of the Chaos and clicks on the show that comes up before waiting for Biana to arrive.

The doorbell rings soon, and Sophie carefully sets down her laptop and her plate on her bed before rushing down the stairs. Panting slightly, she opens the door for her girlfriend. Biana's wearing a t-shirt with the Amsterdam flag on it. Sophie has no idea why. Maybe Biana likes the country? Her girlfriend is pretty weird. "Come on in," she says, realizing she's been staring. In her defense, Biana is pretty and Sophie is very omni.

"Ready to go watch Keepers of the Chaos?" Biana asks. She bounces on her toes slightly.

"Alright," says Sophie. "I set it up on my laptop in my room."

"Awesome! You'll love it."

Sophie follows Biana up the stairs and into her room. They sit on the bed together, Sophie leaning against the wall and Biana leaning against Sophie, and Biana presses play. Somber kazoos begin playing in the background as the theme song starts.

We're on the edge of chaos

No one is straight

We're making fanart

Because L*ura we hate

And we're gonna have teal eyes in the end!

We must be weird, and we must be gay

(We must be gay!)

We will find every bit of sanity that we have

And give it all to Lynn

Ohhhh

We must be gay!

Biana dances a little along with the song, and Sophie can't help but smile. A curvy, round-faced person with short dark hair and colorful earrings plays a few notes on the piano, and then a KEEPERS OF THE CHAOS logo flashes across the screen. Then, a group of students sit in a classroom.

"Shai! Tater! Lynn! You three finally got together?" says the same person who just played piano, gesturing to a redhaed wearing a Sappho lesbian flag cape. She's holding the fingerless-gloved hand of a lanky person with brightly colored hair, and they're holding hands with a tall girl who has chin length brown hair. The rest of the class applauds the fiancees before returning to their own conversations.

"Yep! Thanks, Ink," says Tater.

Ink smiles at them and turns to a person with light brown skin and golden hoop earrings partially covered by long dark hair. "Hi, Kiri, how was your break?"

"Good! Here's to a good 2021?" Kiri turns to the person next to them. "How about you, Ref?"

Ref has short brown hair and red glasses. "Yeah, my break was dOPE," she says, leaving everyone to wonder how he did that with their voice. "oH, and happy belated Hanukkah to Shai!"

"Thanks, you too. And guess what! I didn't set my hair on fire this year!"

A short guy with strawberry blonde hair looks concerned. "Um. Congratulations?"

"Thanks, Sam!"

Sophie looks away from the screen and at Biana. "There are a lot of characters..." she mutters.

"Yeah, but you get to know them well enough eventually," says Biana. "Now shh, let's keep watching!"

A lot of other characters are introduced in various conversations, and Sophie's brain has a hard time keeping track of them all. She does remember Tara, a curvy, bored-looking girl with long sideswept bangs, and Blue, a bisexual who may or may not be an arsonist. She doesn't know either of their personalities very well yet, but she likes them so far. Lucat, a pale, blue haired asexual, who later joins the Hanukkah conversation, also seems cool.

Once quite a bit of introductions are done- Sophie lost count at around twenty something- are over, an announcement comes over the school's loudspeakers.

"Welcome back, Tumblr High School!" announces a voice. "I hope you all had a good break. Now, the Tumblr staff have an important announcement for you all. High schools in this county, like ours, Pinterest High School, and Instagram High School, will be holding a competition. All members of the winning team will receive a scholarship to AO3 college. If you are interested, meet in room 69 after school. Now, onto other announcements..."

Somber kazoos play again as the principal's droning voice fades into the background. A montage of the previously introduced characters wishing they could go to AO3 college moves across the screen. After a few minutes of them zooming through school and talking about how fucking boring it is, all of them gather in the room (some of them with more jokes than others) to discuss the competition.

A blonde woman welcomes them into the room. They wait a while to make sure no one else will arrive, but once everyone is there, the woman clears her throat. "Hello, everyone! I'm glad you're interested in joining the competition. My name is Shannon Messenger, and I'm in charge of admissions at AO3 College. My coworker L*ura and I designed this competition."

Sophie gasps and looks at Biana. "L*ura? But isn't that the person they hate? They said that in the intro!" Biana smiles at her, and she blushes as she realizes that she's kind of... maybe... invested in the show now. She decides she'll endure the "I told you so"s later and looks back at the show, trying to telepathically tell the characters not to trust this L*ura person... and perhaps not Shannon either. It's too early to tell whether Shannon will be an antagonist or not.

"All of you will be working as a team to write a story together. The main premise is that a twelve year old girl named Sophia is a telepath, but she can't tell anyone her secret. Then, she meets a teal-eyed boy named Finn, and he tells her that she's an elf. She travels back to the elf world with him, where she struggles a bit at the elf school Firefox, makes friends with some other elves, learns that she is an illegal creation of a rebel group called the Dark Duck, and another rebel group- the Rarelynoticed- tries to kidnap and kill Sophia and her friend Deck. There are other details to be included into the story, which will be given out to the participants as a packet. The object of this competition is not to determine your ability at coming up with story ideas, but your ability to work in groups and execute well developed ideas. Does anyone have any questions?"

Someone raises their hand- a short, tanned girl. "Lynn?" prompts the principal.

"Did you say the rebel group was named the Dark Duck?"

"And the Rarelynoticed?" adds another person, with rectangular glasses and a red bracelet.

"Raise your hand before speaking, Auran," scolds the principal. "But yes, those are the names."

"Alright then," Auran mutters.

"Unless anyone else has questions, we'll be sending out sign up forms for everyone interested, and then we will distribute the information packets about your story. You can talk to each other and start planning."

No one else has questions, so once they've all filled out the sign up form, they gather in small groups and flip through the packets, making sarcastic comments or mocking names ("'Rarelynoticed' though-" a stylish hijabi named Raiin sighs as they come across a page of information about the group) as they try to form some semblance of a plan. Once they all agree that they've made a lot of progress, they make plans to meet up again soon and walk back home.

Unbeknownst  to them, a pair of ominous teal eyes watch from above.

Somber kazoos play once again, and the credits roll.

"So, what'd you think?" Biana asks as Sophie closes her laptop.

Rather inaudibly, Sophie mumbles "It was good."

"What was that?"

"It was good! I liked it!"

Biana grins. "I told you so." She leans over and kisses Sophie on the cheek. "Thanks for watching it. I have to go do some homework, awesome seeing you!" As she walks out, Sophie hears her singing under her breath. "We must be gay..."

[fuckyeahfandoms]

Starry Night. [Poe Dameron X Reader]

So uh, my first fanfic on here. Dont know if I’ll continue posting on here but i’ve been a thot for poe x readers so here one is.

Warnings: Light swearing, bad writing.

pairing: poe x droidmechanic!reader

Poe jumped out of his X-Wing, the vehicle’s top staying open. He didn’t care, the only thing he cares about right now is his droid. “BB-8! Buddy, are you alright?” Poe exclaims out, helping BB-8 out of it’s place in his fighter. The droid chirped sadly. It was really beat up. When a couple TIE Fighters got too close Poe failed to protect BB-8 and got caught in the line of fire. Luckily, he wasn’t shot, but he still was damaged. “C'mon buddy, let’s take you to a mechanic.” Poe picked up his droid, whom was heavy, and walked out of the main hangar to where the escape pods and mechanics lied.

You just finished up on a reprogrammed war droid from atleast forty years ago. All it could say was “Roger, roger.“ but nonetheless was interesting to study. You finished fixing it’s joint and let it stand. “All done, buddy! You can go rest up now.” You told it. The droid followed your instructions and walked off into another room to charge up. You heard the small whir of the machine booting up and you were content with the quiet.

That was, until the best pilot in the Resistance came barging into your qaurters. He set down his BB unit droid and rushed right up to you.

“Sir, you cant--”

“I know, I know,” he spoke, his hands moved reassuringly. You could tell he was shaken up by something. His orange Resistance jumper clearly screaming that he was a pilot. “But my droid, BB-8, he was damaged pretty bad and I don’t know if I can fix him this time.” Poe looked down sadly. BB-8 rolled up slowly, it’s head down and busted up.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get your droid looking brand new. I just need your name.” You promised, pulling out a pen and peice of paper. You wrote down the description of the droid

sloppily before looking back at the pilot to get his name. He looked... familiar, you just couldn’t place it. Before you could think on it too much, he replied. “Poe. Poe Dameron.” Your stomach dropped. Poe Dameron?! The

Poe Dameron. “Best pilot in the resistance” Poe?

You kept your cool and wrote down his name too. Your handwriting was sloppy yet still readable.

“O-Okay, thank you. I’ll get right on it Poe.” and with that the famous pilot leaves hesitantly, the door hissing with it’s open and seal. You get past your nerves and kneel in front of BB-8. “Don’t worry, lil guy. We‘ll fix you right up. You’ll be brand new BB-8.”

***

Hours passed since late last night. The sun of the grassy planet you were based on was starting to rise. You worked on BB-8 all night, trying to get him done as fast as possible. You didn’t know when he was needed on another Resistance mission and you didn't intend on making him late. You especially didn’t want to get in trouble with the General. “Okay BB-8 all we need now is your antenna. You feel better?” You asked as you got up and opened your drawer. You scanned it to find the one labeled “BB UNIT.“

BB-8 let out a string of beeps and chirps. “I’m glad buddy.” You flashed a smile at him before turning back to find an antenna. You finally find the ones suitable for a BB unit and you pluck it from it's place. You kneel in front of BB-8. You start to put it in place before BB-8 starts “talking” again. You’re taken back. “What? No, BB-8, you’re mistaken. You showed up really beat down. Your circuits weren’t working properly.”

The little droid insisted on the idea that you had a crush on Poe. “Alright BB-8 so what if I do?” The droid starting beeping happily, rolling forward and back like a happy puppy. ”Hey!” You stop working on his antenna. You place your hands on your thighs. “You can’t tell a soul. Or droid. Especially Poe or C-3PO. We both know that droid can’t keep a secret. But, that’s beside the point. You can’t tell him. This is my first official interaction with him besides seeing him in the dining hall or around the base.” BB-8 beeps in agreement. You sigh in relief. “Thank you, BB-8. If you didn’t agree I was ready to reprogram you.” You joked and BB-8’s head jerked back in fake surprise, making you giggle. “Alright, alright. Let’s get this thing on and you’ll be ready to see Poe again.”

You call Poe into your workshop immediately. Once he shows up, he’s panting. The door unlocks with a hiss and reveals the pilot, out of breath. You chuckle, “You sure got here fast.” He smiles, completely entering the room causing the door to seal with another hiss. BB-8 comes barelling towards Poe. “Oh, buddy! I missed you!” Poe exclaimed, he wore a huge smile as he rubbed BB-8’s belly as if he was a dog. You can’t help but smile at the relationship that Poe and his droid have. Most just cared about their droid getting the job done but Poe cared for his droid like it was a real person. Poe stood, dismissing himself from BB-8 for a second. He was still wearing his jumper. Vest and all.

Poe walked up to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. “Thank you so much for fixing BB-8. I don‘t know how to make it up to you.”

You smiled nervously and rubbed your head, “How about breakfast? I haven‘t got a wink of sleep.” Poe’s features shifted. “I’m s--” You stopped him right there. “No need to apologize. BB-8 kept me company. Your droid’s quite funny, you know. Which made me think, do droids-- other than protocol droids--understand jokes?” Poe stopped to think and BB-8 beeped out something that made you erupt into laughter. “My flying ski--? BB-8!” Poe exclaimed out. “Listen, I don’t know where he got that from.”

Your laughing fit started to wind down. “He’s probably been spending too much time with R2.” Poe laughed, “You might be right there.“ Poe shifted a little, “About that breakfast.” You jumped, “Oh right! Yeah hold on.” You unzipped your jumpsuit, letting it fall around your waist. You tied the sleeves together quickly and you felt the breeze of the room with your tanktop on. You grabbed some credits from the top of your counter. You turned to Poe.

His brown eyes were just staring at you before he snapped back into reality. “No, I’ll pay.” He insisted. You felt concern grow. “Are you sure?” You questioned, slowly placing the credits back onto the table. “Yeah, you fixed my droid, it’s the least I can do.” You smiled at his generosity and began to walk aside him to the door which quickly opened. “I never caught your name.” He said, BB-8 trailing behing the both of you as you set your paths to the mess hall. You tucked a stray hair from your face, setting it behind your ear. “Y/N.” You replied. Poe smirked. “Well, Miss Y/N, it’s been a pleasure having you fix my droid.” He bumped his shoulder with yours. You giggled, replying back in the same fashion. “Well, Mr. Dameron, it’s been a pleasure fixing your droid and having you buy me food.”

***

Months to come after that came more visits from Poe. It’s been four months since BB-8’s incident and Poe (along with BB-8) have not stopped visiting you. The droid has taken quite a liking to you and you think Poe has too.

The two of you have grown very close. Best friends even. Plus, ever since BB-8’s incident, Poe always brought you food when you didn‘t show up at the mess hall for dinner. Which was very sweet of him. And when you did show up, he kept you company by sitting with you everytime.

Today was one of those days where you missed dinner because of a protocol droid with a broken arm. You needed to replace the whole thing and rewire it completely. When you were done, it was just starting to become ten o’ clock. “God damnit.” You muttered under your breath. Poe wasn’t going to come, he was already sleeping probably. You sat down, going through your list of what to do tomorrow morning before you went to bed.

The door opened with a loud hiss and a small knock followed. “Y/N?” You sat up immediately. “Huh?” It was Poe. With food in his hands.

You rushed up to him and enveloped him in a hug. “You saved me. Thank you so much.” You took the bag of food from his hands and kissed his cheek. You grabbed the bag and turned to go sit but Poe grabbed your wrist, spinning you around. You were met eye to eye with him. He looked a bit flustered but maintained his suave nature. He looked all fancied up too. Shirt, jacket, pants, boots. Okay maybe it’s what he wore causally all the time but it’s rare you ever see him dressed this way. “I don’t think so missy. You’re coming with me.” You raised an eyebrow, “Where is that exactly?” Poe smirked, his brown eyes twinkled. “The most beautiful spot in the Resistance base.”

You followed him to wherever the hell he was taking you. You took small bites of the food Poe brought you when he wasn’t looking. “So uh, where’s BB-8?” You ask quietly, trying not to wake up the entire base and hiding your mouth full of food. “Like my droid better than me now, do we?” He chuckled. “BB-8’s back in my quarters. He had a long day.” You laughed. “How would a droid have a long day Dameron?”

“He was helping me a lot today.” Poe said defensively, the smile still bright on his face. “You should know about droids more than anyone Y/N.” He nudged you and you smiled leaning into him so he could wrap his arm around your shoulders, the leather of his jacket felt warm on your shoulders that were exposed by your tanktop. Your jumpsuit was tied around your waist again, you didn’t want to sweat wherever you were going. Besides, if you got hot, you had pants under.

Poe, while walking, looked down at your food. “Have you been eating that?” He pointed and you snorted loudly, erupting into laughter. “Shh!” he shushed you, but he was laughing himself.

***

After a few minutes of walking Poe finally lead you to the hangars. Poe jogged over to a stack of crates, and climbed on top of them. You slowly walked up to him. “What are you doing?” You question, genuinely curious now. Poe extended his hand and after giving him a weird look you took it. He hoisted you up, opening a tile that lead to the roof where stars lied for as far as you could see. The scenic view of the grass planet you were stationed only added to the view.

“Woah,” You breathed out. “Yeah,” Poe whispered out gruffly. “The views gorgeous isn’t it?” You turn to look at Poe and his eyes met yours. Was he looking at you this whole time?

“I just thought I would bring you out here for once. You’re always holed up in that workshop of yours.” You smiled, unsure if Poe could see you smiling. “Thank you, Poe.”

“Anytime, doll.”

Your stomach sunk at the nickname but you ignored it, thinking it meant nothing. Instead, you grabbed your food and started to eat it. Poe leaned back and rested on his elbows his brown eyes flickering between the night sky and you.

When you finished your food, you set it aside and laid back, putting one arm under your head and the other on your stomach.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Poe?”

“I love you.”

Your heart stopped before it began racing again. He loved you? As friends?

“I-I love you too, Poe.”

He suddenly turned over to his side, facing you. He was leaning on his left arm, his hands cupped. “No, like, I love you.”

You sat up. “Poe...? What do you mean?”

“Okay. Uh, Y/N ever since months ago when you fixed BB-8. I’ve sort of had a small crush on you and I used this,” He gestured around the two of you. “As a excuse to ask you out. Not the best but--”

You were taken back. Poe liked you? Holy hell. You were overwhelmed. “Poe,” you said softly which made him look up at you. “I’ve always felt the same. I-I love you, flyboy.” And with a giant grin, Poe pushed his lips onto yours.

The rest of the night was spent talking (and kissing) until the both of you fell asleep.