#i didn't even realize they were op when I blocked them

[littlestfallenangel]

The person who posted it on Tumblr

Oh, turns out I already blocked them because they were being mean to an asexual person in another reblog. Alhamdulillah.

[many-but-one]

So, our system spent a looooong fucking time trying to reblog a post by someone that goes by @system-junk-spam but after typing it out it became unrebloggable, and then upon restarting the app we found that either they spontaneously deleted their blog or they somehow blocked us while we were typing something up, despite us having never interacted with them before. That, or tumblr mobile just straight up sucks. Highly probable.

Anyway, we worked really hard on the post and still want to share our thoughts, so we’re gonna put them here. We may get eaten alive for this take, but we’ve learned to not care what others think of us. We are allowed to believe things differently than our followers do and that’s okay. Hate will not be tolerated on this post. If I see it, you are blocked.

This is our theories on how endogenic plurality can possibly exist. We’ve talked about this before but not in great detail. We are literally just gonna copy-paste our response because oh my god it took so long to type out and then transfer to our notes app because the tumblr app was messing up. To TLDR the OP’s post, they were asking for genuine examples of endogenic plurality that wasn’t just someone actually having a CDD and thinking they are endo.

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So, for starters, I used to be anti-endo. Kind of a dick about it to be honest, but not overly hateful towards endos. I have a post explaining that situation, where I also came forward with explaining that when I was a teen I thought I was an endo because I didn't have trauma—except I did, I just didn't know it yet. I also used to do roleplay—though not as a system, for the record. I just had characters I made that I later realized were heavily based on real alters in my brain and it was that alter's way of expressing themselves before they could be known by the host part at the time. So to say I understand where you are coming from, I understand where you are coming from. I have been that person. I went hard anti-endo at first, but slowly as I've begun healing and deciding "I don't really care what people do in their lives and it's not up to me to police that" I have become what I consider "syscourse neutral" but "fine with endos, I just don't interact with the community much because I'm not endo." Mainly with the feeling of "live and let live" and "they're people deserving of respect too" driving that stance.

I start with all of that preamble because at the end of the day, whether endos "really exist" or not just…doesn't matter. They're not actually taking our resources, they're not seeking out DID specialists because most of them know they don't have DID, and the whole narrative of them "making a mockery of the disorder" is pandering to fake claimers, who are the ones who point and laugh at the disorder whether you are endo or not. Endos are not the enemies of DID systems here, fake claimers are. And whether endos exist or not, fake claimers will still fake claim people with DID no matter what.

If you make this post with the concern that people who say they are endo may actually have a CDD and that can be damaging to their healing long term (it was for me personally) or they may take longer to realize they have a CDD (happened to me), the thing is, they will eventually discover that they have a CDD if that's what they really have. You have all of these examples of people realizing they actually had a CDD because those people eventually realized that's what they had. No matter what, at some point in someone's life, if they have a CDD and the right support, they will eventually realize they have a CDD—even if they initially think they are endogenic.

To go on a personal tangent, it was actually a very good thing that I thought I was endo for so long and got completely alienated from the entire CDD community because if I had discovered I had a CDD at the time, that could have had catastrophic consequences to my safety. When I finally started questioning the system thing again my first year of college, I not only nearly ended my life multiple times (other parts attempting), but I also ended up returning to my abusers and getting hurt again (callback programming, l'm a RAMCOA system). If I had discovered that as a teen? It could have been much worse than it was when I was an adult. I could have been retrafficked if I went back, rather than just reprogrammed and sent on my way, because I was still young enough to be “good product” as a teen, but as an adult they weren’t interested in my “service” anymore, they were more interested in making sure I remained programmed so I wouldn’t report them and they wouldn’t get in trouble. (Joke’s on them, I’m reporting them to the FBI. Suckers.)

My system finally allowed itself to be discovered in my final year of college because I was a mere month away from moving out with my then-fiancée at the time, who we believed could keep us safe should we display harmful behaviors. And we were right, even if she did end up being an abusive POS later. However, I still found out I was a CDD system and did get the help I needed. And even if the situation is not quite as dire for others, if someone who has a CDD believes they are endo, chances are, the system wants that for the time being. And who are we to try to disprove that endos exist just so people will be more accepting of themselves having a CDD? You said it yourself, that people knowing before they are ready can be damaging, so it's really not such a big deal whether or not endos are "real" if that's a way for a system to exist without having to hide while also still kind of "hiding" in a way.

HOWEVER! Now that I have become more open to the concept of endogenic plurality, I have put a lot of thought into "what if it really does exist? How would that happen??" Because gosh, how brains work is exceptionally cool, and if there is a way for endos to be real, that's pretty fucking neat.

So, for the record, I am not endo and I am not fully in their circles nor do I know much about origins whatsoever, so if anyone wants to chime in their thoughts or correct me on something, please do! For this next part, I'm calling endo alters/headmates "parts" just to keep the vocab streamlined and succinct.

Some common themes I notice in endos (for the most part):

They have basically no amnesia between parts

Some can create parts at-will, while others feel like they can't just create parts at will, but their parts just kind of exist

They usually can switch at-will or control switching to some degree or even completely

Some folks usually have some kind of trauma, but that's not saying much because all humans have trauma to some degree or another. Something I've noticed, though, is that this trauma is usually not in early childhood, but in later childhood, teen years, or adult years. (Please know this is not indicative of everyone, just what l've noticed in endos l've spoken to, don't come at me if your situation looks different please!)

All of these aspects come into play for my “theories” on how endogenic plurality can exist. For the record, my “theories” are more like…my own ponderings on the subject rather than something that should be taken as fact. Only endos can decide how they exist, not me.

So initially, my main theory with endos (which l've spoken about once, a while ago) is that it is "IFS on steroids."

IFS functions with the belief that all people have parts, and that to create cohesion in everyday life means finding ways to communicate between these parts and reach healing conclusions between them. Kinda like DID treatment except these parts don't have the "becoming autonomous and elaborating" part of DID. This is often seen in therapy related to addressing your "inner child" or "inner teen" but this can also apply to "the part of me that hates my dad" and "the part of me that wants him to love me." Remember, this is a singlet we are talking about, here! Singlets can also have conflicting and contradictory feelings about their family members. Having a "conversation" between these two parts might look like one of them stating all the reasons why it's better to cut him off because he always causes harm, while the other side may explain all the reasons why they want to keep him around. Weighing these "pros and cons" in this sort of scripted conversation between these two "parts" can help singlets come to an agreement between these two contradictory feelings and find a solution that is best for that singlet "as a whole."

However, what if someone who has parts of self like any singlet does finds a different way to converse with their parts? Or maybe not just converse, but imagine them? Consider that their "responsible self who is good at keeping on track" is the self that they kind of "dial into" at school or work, so that they stay on task—so then later, the part of themselves that prefers to goof off and have fun can have more time to do that. (These may be labeled as a “school/work self” and “home self” by singlets)

Maybe that responsible side of themselves feels like a guy whose name is probably like, Richard. And he's a boring, middle aged, office worker looking dude. And that fun and goofy version of themselves that would rather ignore homework feels like a teen named something funky like Rainbow. Well, the side of themselves that's responsible (Richard) is probably gonna get into a lot of arguments with the fun-loving side of themselves (Rainbow), which can look and feel like an internal debate or struggle of "well I can totally skip this assignment because I have a good grade and my show's season just dropped and I don't wanna fall behind while my friends are caught up" being answered with "um, no, if I don't stay on top of things, I'm gonna fall behind on my schoolwork, which is WAY more important than my show"

See how that can feel a bit like CDD but not actually be a CDD?

These endogenic IFS parts of self might even become slightly more autonomous (or seem slightly more autonomous) than a normal singlet's IFS parts over time, especially if having these internal conversations are a major coping skill during stressful times. These "stressful times" can literally just be "being a teenager" because holy shit being a teenager is stressful!! Does this mean every teen who is an endo in this sort of “IFS way” will grow out of it? No! If this is a positive coping mechanism that doesn't cause harm, they may still have these parts of self well into adulthood or even their whole life. Because guess what? Being an adult is also stressful as hell. It would make sense that these parts would follow them into adulthood.

They may even have traumas they have to address in therapy that these parts of self can help them address. This doesn't mean that trauma is held within a singular part to keep the others safe from the knowledge of said trauma like a CDD system, (even if that trauma is repressed—because even people who are traumatized as adults and non-systems can have repressed trauma) because most likely, all parts of self in this IFS situation are probably either totally aware (if it is not repressed) or totally unaware (if the trauma is repressed) and when it comes time to address said traumas, the parts (while maybe not quite as fully autonomous with completely separate experiences and memories like a CDD system) can still likely be quite elaborate and be very helpful when processing these traumas or negative experiences. Brains are cool! Brains are weird! They do weird stuff to cope with shit! I totally think it's plausible for someone's IFS parts to elaborate to some degree if it helps that person cope with life, even if they don't realize it's IFS or a singlet's version of plurality at all.

Does this mean they would technically be a singlet since they don't have a “genuinely” fragmented consciousness? Maybe?? Who are we to say, you know? If they feel like they are plural even if their consciousness is not fragmented in the same way a CDD system's would be, why not let them say they are plural? They are experiencing some kind of plurality, just completely differently than someone with a CDD-related fragmented consciousness would. Which is kinda neat, if you ask me.

I recently saw a tiktoker who explained they were misdiagnosed with DID, that they'd been re-evaluated by MULTIPLE CDD specialists and been told they do not have DID, but they have some kind of parts influenced by them being schizoaffective. They genuinely have parts of self that feel like they kind of "step in" to handle certain things, with names and appearances to boot, AND this person is very dissociative based on their scores on dissociative scales— which is why they were misdiagnosed by a trauma specialist (not a CDD specialist) in the first place. Their parts are coping skills based on their delusions. Does that make their parts any less real to that person? No, they still exist and they have for a long time, but they are not dissociative parts like in DID. They have some kind of parts that get them through daily life even though they do not have a dissociative disorder. How cool is that!!! They don't cause harm, so they're not something that has to be done away with or anything. This person can just BE schizoaffective with parts. And the therapists are cool with it. Go figure.

I haven’t even gotten to the part where someone with BPD can have schema modes that are kinda like parts. Not to mention that just because people with CPTSD and PTSD may not have fully autonomous ANPs and EPs like people with CDDs do doesn't mean that the person with BPD/CPTSD/PTSD may not try to “purposely” (or accidentally) semi-elaborate those parts by assigning names or identities to help them cope.

For example, if someone has an explosion of anger due to a trigger and that non-autonomous EP is responsible for it, they may associate that non-autonomous EP's anger with someone like, I dunno, Bakugo from MHA. (I know nothing about this anime I just know this is an angry guy don't come for me please lol) So every time this person gets triggered into an anger spiral, they may assign that behavior to a version of themselves that gets really angry like Bakugo, even though it's really just the ANP being influenced by the emotions of the non-autonomous EP. “Bakugo" may never “truly” be autonomous like an EP in a CDD system would be, but that person who has CPTSD or PTSD may feel like they "become Bakugo" every time they get triggered and angry because of that non-autonomous EP's influence. Eventually, the ANP may learn how to communicate with that non-autonomous EP Bakugo and learn coping strategies for “his” anger and process the traumas that caused that emotional response, which can actually help that person heal in the long run. I think non-CDD parts can totally be a helpful coping mechanism for trauma healing. Consider how much easier it is to be kind to someone else rather than yourself. A lot of trauma survivors are incredibly hard on themselves, but may do a 180 for their friends and uplift them when they are struggling with the same thing. If someone with C/PTSD finds it easier to communicate and encourage healing to “Bakugo” rather than themselves and it ends in them healing in the long run, I’d call that a net win.

Like sure, you can say "but they're not actually endo, they just have CPTSD" but like…if they don't have a fragmented consciousness but they feel like they "become Bakugo" every time that angry non-autonomous EP is triggered, wouldn't that kinda mean that they don't have CDD alters but still experience SOME form of plurality? They may have an extremely anxious non-autonomous EP that is like a different blorbo from their shows, or they might name a non-autonomous super depressed EP after Sadness from Inside Out. While they aren't experiencing CDD plurality, one cannot really argue that they aren't experiencing some kind of plurality, right?

And gosh, what about the folks who genuinely don't have serious enough trauma to have PTSD or CPTSD and aren't really needing the IFS parts to cope, but created their parts just because? Why not? Especially if they aren't trying to demedicalize DID a la Astrea's Web or purposely trying to throw vitriol into the community, what is the harm in it? I already mentioned that they really aren't making a mockery of the disorder, fake claimers are. So what’s the big deal, really?

Why can't we as traumagenic systems just let endos exist without concrete proof? From what l've gathered, there have been studies on non-traumagenic plurality (I believe @sysmedsaresexist has shared these studies before but I may be mistaken...sorry for the tag, SAS) so clearly scientists have noticed this is a thing that happens.

Aren't you, as a traumagenic system, fucking sick of fake claimers CONSTANTLY questioning your existence, your reality? Don't you think endos probably feel the same way towards us? Like yeah, we have a lot of scientific proof we exist, but fake claimers will straight up ignore that shit and say the scientists are wrong. Why are we doing literally the same shit? Like come on, put yourself in their shoes! Let them exist whether there's a bazillion studies on them or not! As long as they aren't trying to cause active harm to others or the community (most endos just wanna exist in peace without being constantly fake claimed and harassed, for the record—just like us traumagenic systems!), just let them be! Live and let live. We cannot dictate how they experience their life, whether it's real or not. (I personally think it is, it's just not the same as a CDD—our experiences with plurality are inherently different as a traumatized system of parts.)

I hope my very long ramble was of help to you and others?

Since opening up to the possibility of endos being real and not being so stressed about whether it is or not, l've just been a much happier person overall—not to mention have a much greater appreciation for how cool the brain is and what we as people do to cope with shit. Plurality as a whole is really fucking cool from a scientific perspective. I think being more open-minded and accepting in general will also just make you feel better as a person. We don't need to be asking all these questions, we can just let it be! It's way less stressful, tbh.

[derww]

DEVOTIONS WEEK DAY 6: FRIENDLY/PARANOIA

– Listen, – Spoke begins, sitting with his legs apart and leaning on them, on a block of netherite in the middle of the dupe vault, – I know that I've been acting strangely lately, right?

– That's not the right word,– Mapicc grumbles – he stands leaning against a wall of beacons, arms crossed, – a little more, and you would have completely switched to riddles.

– I know, I know, I'm sorry, – Spoke raises his hands, showing that he gives up, – I thought to keep everything to myself – here, you know, such a delicate matter, anyone can break everything, – he hesitates, – but then I realized that the simplest way to get you in my way is to keep you in the dark.

– I wish I could say you're wrong, – Zam stammers, – but you're probably completely right. To be honest, I've been very worried about you these last few days, all you've been doing is saying mystical phrases and refusing to clarify, I already thought that you were betraying us.

– Fair enough,– Spoke nods, – I'll tell you. But this has to stay just between the three of us. No one else has to find out; otherwise, everything will be at risk. Do you understand?

– What about Ro, – Mapicc interrupts, – even he can't know?

– He can't. Neither Roshambogames, nor TheTerrain, nor Vortexdragon. Just the two of you. It should be a secret from everyone. I can only tell you two.

Mapicc gives him a dark look and shakes his head – suspects, does not believe – but does not continue.

Zam looks at him from under his brows. Even now, holding on to different walls, he and Mapicc feel like one team, – what's the matter, Spoke?

He grins.

– This is a large-scale plan that originates before the start of the season. A glitch capable of determining the order of this world for years to come. The vulnerability is in the very code of reality. The whole dupe war is just part of the setup for it, and when the plan is put into action, nothing that happens at the level of ordinary players will cease to matter.

– Are you going to end this world? – asks Zam with unreadable emotion.

– Oh, Zam, – Spoke shakes his head, – I'm going to do a lot more.

***

– I just can't take it seriously anymore, – Zam shares, gnawing on a cookie. – Ro and his plans, – clarifies, – all his plans, you know? What difference does it make if Spoke turns the server into his playground very soon?

– He's having fun, – Mapicc shrugs, – weren't you having fun?

– Not really. I tried, because you are my team, but I never got better. It's not my thing.

– But you're so calm about the Wormhole. How is this better?

– It takes any responsibility out of the hands of the players, – Zam shakes his head, – what difference does it make if someone has an op? This world is obviously doomed, and you are my team, so why would I bother?

– I don't understand how you think. – And, distracted instantly, – I would have told him, but Spoke is right. The information is too sensitive. He's already taken a big risk by including us in.

– I would not like to fail to meet his expectations.

– I wouldn't want to mess up his plan. It's cool.

– It is... It's cruel, – Zam snorts, dragging his fingers along the masonry floor of the base. A modest poppy is breaking through the seams, – but I will not stop it. I respect Spoke. But, you know what?

– Hmm? 

– Spoke will regret it.

***

– How would you explain it at all, mind who? – Vi throws up his hands. A helpless expression is stuck on his face.

– We didn't like our team anymore, and we came for an interview, – Zam calmly replies, hanging down to see the swirling thick fog.

– To a secret base?... – Vi ironically clarifies, and Zam, grunting, nods, as if it was absolutely normal and definitely not crazy.

– I mean, – Mapicc grins – he, unlike Zam, sticks to the wall, clearly not feeling safe, – the fact that we were able to find it quite counts for passing the test. Not that it was difficult, of course.

– You know we're going to war against you, right? – Subz remarks skeptically, clearly not seeing the need to keep this in his sleeve, – against Ro and Mapicc in the first place, but also against Zam and even Spoke, too.

– Publicly, fight as many as you want, – Mapicc snorts; for him, the idea that he could lead to a decrease in the amount of violence on the server would definitely be unthinkable, – we are here unofficially. As colleagues. We came to say hello and find out how you are here. How are you doing with your idiotic emocult.

Subz facepalms. Vi sighs heavily.

– You shouldn't have been included, – Vi grumbles, but he doesn't sounds angry. – the more people know, the higher the chance that information leaks out.

– You can't return what has been done, – Zam shrugs his shoulders. – but hey, we're your best bet, we keep secrets well, remember the dupe war? – he grins, – we will be friends, Vi, don't worry. Do you remember the end of the season 3? I do.

There is a deadly silence. It is interrupted by Mapicc:

– So, where's the sacrifice room or something?

***

– I don't really like all of this, – Zam sadly admits, poking at the side of a po potion, – it creates too much imbalance between the players. If Spoke gets an op, he will be the only one with absolute power. But now... They're just mortals playing gods. You may be immortal and omnipotent, but you're still human, actually. It's stupid.

– I can understand that,– Mapicc nods. – the way Ro shot Pangi? Absolutely not necessary. Bro, bro, you can pick up a sword and kill him yourself. 

– Yes... – Zam pulls, – I understand the thirst for power and advantage, but what's the point if all this is illegal and doesn't really belong to you? This is... wrong. I wouldn't want it all to be on the server.

– Do you want to betray Spoke? – Mapicc asks imperturbably, and Zam flinches.

— No... No, – he stammers, – of course I don't like it, but there's no point in betrayal. Of course, I can try to take illegal items from people and dump them into the lava, but it will never work. And Spoke will be a god very soon, and none of this will matter anymore. If he wants to, he will remove all these toys. If he wants to, he will give them to absolutely everyone. Then why do anything at all?

– You could tell Parrot what's going on, – Mapicc suggests disinterestedly, and Zam snorts.

– To him? It's too late, the illegal items are already on the server. Spoke has too much pressure on him.

– It must be hard for you,– Mapicc says suddenly.

– Why? 

– Things are wrong for you, and your prospects are meaningless.

– Isn't that true? – Zam is surprised.

– Who knows, – Mapicc shrugs, – I'm not inclined to overthink as you do, but I know that wherever I am, any decision I make counts. – And with a well-aimed blow, he smashes the bottle of potion into the wall.

***

– It's, like, pretty decent,– Zam comments when they get high enough to regard the position as private.

– Who, your self-esteem? – Mapicc laughs it off and intercepts his trident, which is almost completely blackened by the number of effects.

– The Wormhole, – Zam replies with a smile, and Mapicc looks up.

Below them is a huge war for a twisted and broken world. Above them – a blue–blue-purple funnel continues to spin inexorably.

– Well, at least something good came out of it. – Mapicc shakes his head.

– No, there's something else, – Zam adds meekly.

– And what is it?

– It will never happen again.

Mapicc clicks his tongue and nods, understanding.

– You're right about that. Once and never again.

[yanderefairyangel]

I don't like doing this... and I was really seriously debating on whether or not I should do this ( and I really hope this time it's the last I ever have to) but

This blog has been running for quite sometime in tumblr, about a month if my memory is right. However, this blog had very.... very weird takes

Notably anti Brodian one. But then, I checked something in the AITA blog and found.. this

This blog, whose first post is a submit to the account about shipping regarding Alear and the Fell twins of the Xenologue. And then

This blog reblogged it. Except they aren't claiming to be a side account as you can clearly tell. Now, I don't like accusing someone, however I find it very strange that scrolling both blog, not only do they have the same way to express themselves and typing quirck but both blog's first post was an entry to that AITA blog.

Do you see what I mean by "same way of typing" ? Well, that's not all. After searching, I realize that the blog they reblogged "femalealeartruther" used to be active as well

For people already aware, I already pointed out that this person was the same as chaotic flower and timerra lover, two blog that became infamous for championing the idea that F!Alear is the "true canon one" and on hating M!Alear. Evidence as follow :

I really dislike saying that but after checking the blog of aleardivine dragonmonarch, I realized they answered in the same way as THIS blog to ask they receive

The same way they answered to a blog reblogging them and this time with the femalealeartruther account

And again. Those blog all have deactivated.

As I explained I have several reason to believe that not only is femalealeartruther the same person as aleardivinedragonmonarch, but also that they are the same person as timeralover and thus with chaoticflower.

Yes, the same blog who in the right order :

claimmed you were bing racist if you didn't like Timerra's singing

claimmed that Timerra and Fogado aren't popular because people are racist

Hate constantly on Brodia and try to villify it by any means and hate Alcryst in particular

Was being rude towards fanfic authors

Insist on shipping Alcryst with F!Alear even though they hate him

Call anyone who prefer M!Alear over F!Alear sexist

Admitted to have stolen an idea of fanfic for an Alearcryst fic that was shared on Discord and trying to make belive it was their idea first

Have apparently lied on their age multiple times

The thing is that each time they claimmed to be a different person who had nothing to with the person who deleted their account... despite the obvious

Each time they come back with a new obsession and a new way to stir out drama and this time, it's because they dont like the fact that they dislike seeing Alear being shipped with Nel or Rafal and won't block or mute the ship instead they tried to prove that this ship is "problematic" (which imo when you do that it's not a good look for you at all ngl it come across as controlling and mean spirited)

Also, I should say it right away but chaotic flower has apparently displayed such behaviour in other fandom such as genshin and twisted wonderland

I could be wrong but again I find it very strange that several account that hates Brodia, claim F!Alear is the canon one, hates M!Alear ship Alearcryst, insist that the Fell twins are Alear's sibling because of an headcanon and express themselves in the very same manner and keep intereacting with the AITA blog with it always being their FIRST post and regularly hosting polls to test which of F!Alear or M!Alear people prefer would all be run by completely different people.

Also.. again, searching, I realized that a lot of the reblogs that were taking side of OP were having the exact same type quirk and scrolling through their blog there is none to little content which are limited to intereaction with the AITA blog and rebloging from the same blog as aleardivinedragonmonarch and weird captions such as never mentionning which is their main account and all

The last one I am SURE I saw the account femalealeartruther at SOME point reply with the exact same arguments.

If somehow they are different person, then this must be one heck of a coincidence

What does Op says ? They are denying it

However I am clearly not the only one who noticed it

(so yeah they kept spamming the inbox of the blog with Alear related ask and F!Alear in particular)

(all of this because of ship I just can't-)

Keep in mind that those are just several thing I noticed and I am kinda worried to see that this person keeps comming back with a new identity pretending to be a different person and well, cause drama.

Also, OP if you read this. Again, I must reiterate. You are welcome in this fandom as long as you STOP doing this sheet right here. That's just baffling that each time you make a blog and then deactivate it all to come back with a new obsession. And each time you pretend to be someone else. Why can't you just run a blog without trying to spark the flame of discourse ? The block button exist, the mute button exist. It's up to you to curate your own online experience and if you are indeed a minor as you claimed several time you were yet keep insisting on having this behaviour, then maybe it's a sign that you are not mature enough to be on social media. Especially since you speak as F!Alear as if she was a real person and not just a fictional being. I am sure that if you properly apologized and admitted your mistake instead of having several blog running to pretend to be another person just to prove that you are right people would actually forgive you.

As for other especially Alear, Alcryst and the Fell twins fans, I am advicing you to block this person and avoid any intereaction with them. This isn't an invitation to harass this person, if anything just block them.

Update

Both account ended up deactivating.

AT THE SAME TIME !!!

[ace-of-gay]

Extra itty bitty

Stucky x little reader

956words

Warnings: age regression, paci, bottle, nursery,

Little names like little star, baby etc. The title daddy for bucky and dada for steve as the caregivers. Little reader is in a newborn mindset, age regression can be voluntary or involuntary if you dont understand i suggest either not reading it or educating yourself on the subject

Dont like it dont read it.

You are responsible for your own media consumption especially after a warning.

No hate will be tolerated, all hate will be deleted or even blocked

No pronouns weight or skin color mentioned

Edited to the best of my ability

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Bucky and Steve encouraged your age regression knowing it’d help you in the long run.

They’ve seen you smol from six to one and occasionally younger but never as young as you are today, from Impending stress and being stuck big for a couple of weeks they knew at some point you were going to be extra smol and possibly very emotional but they were prepared for anything.

Anything in all regards so when they woke up thus morning to you buried into Bucky's side, mouth agape and paci fallen somewhere between your body and his.

Seeing you little and all cuddled up to one of your daddies stole their hearts, they both absolutely cherished it so very much.

Bucky tried to get up carefully not to nudge or shift you but the slightest feeling of movement woke you up with a gasp, before your chin started to wobble and a wail broke from you.

Eyes clenched shut, arms haphazardly flailing outward to find such comfort you had before.

It clicked quickly to both of them that you weren’t just smol, you felt tiny, equal to a newborn.

Bucky out of fear of hurting you hesitated eyes big in shock, he was prepared but he had no idea how to care for you in a newborn mindset, if you’re going to have bigger needs or if your likes and dislikes would be the same.

In the few seconds he was in shock Steve had crossed the room to Bucky’s side of the bed, softly cooing to help calm you, picking you up making sure to support your head he smiles to himself, swaying side to side to soothe you.

"Hey little star, did daddy’s startle you while getting up hmm? That’s okay, he didn't mean too"

Swaying with you, your head on his shoulder, eyes closed, on hand clutching your dadas shirt and the other clasped around three of his fingers.

"Hey button I’m gonna need my hand back?"

Bucky chuckles feeling much more aware of the situation and what he needs to do, he goes and grabs a paci and a lovie with a rattle in its head.

Bucky helped unwrap your hand from Steve’s and replace it with the lovie, touching the paci nib to your lips you instantly take it.

They both head out to the living room where seats himself and you on the couch, while Bucky finds his way to the kitchen.

You lean back a little to look at him, he grins back at you "you’re just the cutest" he announces before giving you scattered kisses across your nose and cheek, causing you to trill and coo behind you paci, dropping your lovie you pat both hands against his chest causing him to scatter kisses again followed by another trill and happy screech.

He calms you down and taps the button of your paci "give dada kiss?" you stare at him with no idea what hes saying  until he taps his lips and you realize.

Basically falling forward you tap the button of your paci against his lips giving him a paci kiss.

Just a moment later Bucky walks in with a warm bottle of milk you instantly know what it is and you open your mouth dropping your paci.

Being passed from Steve to Bucky’s lap he lays you across his lap with your head layed in the crook of his elbow, giving you the bottle to feed from, your eyes close, giving your bottle all your attention until Bucky rubs your tummy and pulls the bottle away for a moment, "hey there little firecracker you should slow down before you get a tummy ache" and giving you back the bottle.

Eventually finished and having opened your eyes once more Bucky takes the bottle placing on the side table and helping you to sit facing him, pressing your body to his he pats your back to make sure there’s no extra bubbles in your tummy to upset it.

Grabbing your lovie he shakes it in front of you catching your attention, the clicking rattling mesmerizing you.

Steve walks back in wearing day clothes taking you and your lovie into his arms giving you a kiss before doing as Bucky was and shaking the lovie and than tapping its smile against you nose making a kissy sound, he does this several times over when you give your lovie a kiss back squealing in joy.

you take the lovie from him shaking it wildly before shoving it against your face causing him to laugh. Bucky returns in his own day clothes, watching you, trill and coo in delight, its now time for you to be changed.

They both make their way to your little room where you keep all your stuffies, little clothes, toys etc.

Bucky shuffles through the closet keeping in mind your favorite color and your activities of the day and choses your outfit accordingly.

Helping you out of your night clothes into day clothes freshening you up for the day.

They both sit down on the floor with you in Bucky’s lap.

Steve going through the toys, they play with you until your eyes begin to droop again, deciding its best to lay you down after you fall asleep, Steve goes to dim the lights and turn on the star projector.

Bucky swaying back and forth soothing you to sleep he sets you down in your bed in your little room, giving you a paci, tucking you in and last but not least to turn on the baby monitor.

They leave the room to go about their day as you nap, going about the routine multiple times making sure you completely happy.

They love being your daddy and dada even when something they don’t expect shows up.

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Im new to writing this young but its as valid as any regression age and deserves more representation

Im drawing a stuffy every day this month, as a reason/ goal to make it through the month because January is hard for me every year.

If youd like me to draw one of your stuffies let me know and id be happy to! For example heres my first three, 1 is mine, 2 is a friends and 3 is another friends

[galvanizedfriend]

hii Yokan! i miss you!😭

how are you? how is work?? I hope everything is going well<3

rn there's a little Comic Con in my city, and it really did help my mood!! (even tho I throwed up 6 times and fainted during the morning of the first day due to the heat and lack of iron🥲) 2 days down, 2 more to go 🙏

ANYWAYS! I know you've been going through a writer's block lately, and I read a post that said something about asking/commenting about the fictions to help the "stucked" autor, SO!

I've been re-reading TW III (shocking, I know) and those little hints about married!kc are just 😭😭 my heart melts, really, although... I was never really sure you'd get them married, mostly due to Care's speech to Cami about how Klaus supposedly sees weddings, and because I remember you saying that you weren't planning on giving them an actual marriage, but rather the closest thing next to it. I checked to comments to see other thoughts, and I saw one of you reply saying that you were completely against married!kc at the start, but then you were slowing changing your mind about it...

so, what was it that made you say "fuck it, I'm gonna ring the bells"?? is it because many people asked you to do it, so you are throwing us a bone, or is it something else?? I'm really interest on hearing the process of your change of heart <3

have a good one, friend <3 love you xoxo

I don't know if I am eloquent enough or if my train of thought makes much sense, but I will try 😂

Also grab a chair because this will be a long one. Be careful what you ask me, I do not know how to shut the fuck up 🙃

Objectively, I still think Klaus is not the marrying kind (in canon context, at least). That man has been alive for a thousand years. He's the vampire of vampires, one who sees humans as a lower species. He's used to getting what he wants by conquering and subjugating because he can. Why would he ever submit himself to an inherently human institution that, throughout history, has served as a tool for various types of social, political and religious control? The ceremony itself doesn't mean anything to him. He probably thinks it's ridiculous and performative, not to mention extremely frail. You can just change your mind and get a divorce, or the good old spouse murder, and then what? What's even the point?

(Just to be clear: I'm not personally preaching against weddings and marriages here btw, it's just how I think Klaus might have seen it.)

If you look at it from the sentimental side, Klaus spent almost a thousand years saying that love is a sign of weakness, a character flaw. He carried his siblings, the only people he genuinely cared about, inside coffins because he didn't trust them enough not to leave him, betray him or end up captured and killed by one of his enemies. Now, why would he want to marry someone, thus exposing yet another vulnerability to be exploited?

Having said that 😂

When we first see Klaus in TVD he's trying to surround himself with a whole new OP supernatural species that will have no choice but to stand with him. They will protect him, they will go to war for him, do whatever he asks them to and they will never leave (or that's what he thought, anyway) because they don't have a choice. That is the only way Klaus knows how to trust people: by completely removing their capacity to challenge him. That's how paranoid he is.

But as the story progresses, and especially with The Wolf in particular because it takes their relationship much further than the show, Klaus realizes there is more than one way to earn people's trust. I feel like that's one of the pillars of his relationship with Caroline. He could've just compelled her (in TVD, not TW because she's a witch), but he never did because he wanted more from her than obedience. All of the things he liked about her - her personality, her honesty, her fire, her loyalty - would've been essentially erased or made meaningless if he'd compelled her. Which puts her in direct opposition to how he related to his hybrids, right? He pretends to be fine with people who have no choice but to follow him, but what he really craves is more real than that. He surrounds himself with people who will worship the ground he walks on after some forged "gratitude" for releasing them of their curse, but he is fascinated by how gutsy Caroline is to look him in the eye and tell him the things that no one else will dare to. What he really seeks but doesn't have the courage to admit is that he wants someone who will choose to be with him. And that's the difficult part, because it can't be conquered or taken, it has to be earned.

Klaus comes from a place of paranoia and extreme distrust of everything and everyone around him, especially after Mikael in New Orleans, and he feels very isolated and alone. He tells Stefan about that, right? The loneliness of immortality. When The Wolf starts, in spite of how he and Caroline were having a bit of a thing before it, he's not sure she would want to stay with him. Actually, he thinks the first chance she gets, she's gonna bail. It's why he's mad when he thinks she wants to terminate the pregnancy. It's not about the baby (it's never about the baby), he couldn't care less about the damn baby at that point, it's the fact that he thinks she's trying to get rid of him, as if that pregnancy is the one thing that is holding them together at that point and so if she's no longer pregnant, she doesn't have to be with him. What I'm very inarticulately trying to say is that his initial approach to Caroline being pregnant is the same he had with his hybrids, as if the baby is a version of a sire bond. It's crazy and dysfunctional, yes, but it's how Klaus rationalizes it, how he thinks he gets to keep people around him - either through daggering them or giving them no choice.

Slowly, Klaus internalizes the fact that Caroline is choosing him. She tells him that a few times throughout the story, and even when he's hallucinating her at the beginning of TW4, because that's something that she has said before and that has stuck with him for reason. She could've left him at any point, but she didn't because she wants to be with him. It's a choice that she has made not because he forced her to, but because she's in love with him. She protects him, she fights for him, she walks through hellfire for him because she wants to, not because she must. He has earned her trust and her love and her loyalty. And that is something that is new for Klaus in his one thousand years of life, at least at this magnitude and with this much clarity and certitude.

So I think when I started writing TW3, which was them in their domestic era, it started to feel like something Klaus might actually do. Not just because it obviously does mean something to Caroline and he would basically do anything for her (even though she never asks for it, which in itself is something, because Caroline comes from relationships that made her feel so insecure and unsafe that she would've held on to a ring like a lifeline, but with Klaus she simply does not need hard evidence to feel safe and reassured, she knows how Klaus feels about her, she's very comfortable in their relationship, she knows that what offers her means a lot more than a thousand weddings to other people ever would - even though she does still love a good wedding lol), but because it suddenly makes sense to him. Not the big party, or the tradition of it, or making it official or anything of the sort, but as a way to externalize what he feels. There is a symbolism to it that while not ideal, it might be the closest to thing to expressing just how devoted he is to her and how she is, pure and simple, eternity for him. When that comes from someone who has lived for as long he has, and who has been as cynical as he was for as long as he was, it does mean something, even if nothing else does.

There is a territorial factor to it as well, of course. 😌 He's a very possessive man and so he wants everyone to know Caroline is his, and it's why it first came to him during the thing with Jackson, but it's more than just that. If it was just about that, he wouldn't do it. He is at a point where he no longer has any doubts about how Caroline feels for him (although there will be a little something something on that front at the beginning of TW4, just because they've been apart for so long, but it will be quickly dispelled).

The most sacred thing for Klaus was the vow he took with his siblings when they fled Viking Falls. They stuck together through everything because of that. He knows the value of a vow and a promise. And he wants a version of that with Caroline. It's the first time in his life when he contemplates genuinely offering that to someone other than his family. There are a million ways he could go about it, probably, but he knows asking her to marry him is the one that will be most representative to her, because of the age where she was born and how she grew up, etc.

And so that is why I decided that Klaus was going to buy a ring even though I crossed my heart and hoped to die a million times for years when people asked me about that. 😂 I just think it's the natural course this story has taken. It's long enough that it eventually made sense to me that he might do it.

Does any of that make sense???? I don't know! I just typed my stream of thought and hoped for the best and now I'm afraid to read it again, so apologies if it's just crazy words.

Now if only I can get back to writing and actually get to that part. 🥲 Pray for me 🙏

THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK! 🙃 Here have a pretty married Klaroline gif.

[joeys-babe]

Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 14: October 1st

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(y/n's pov)

Joe stayed at the house long enough to eat breakfast with my parents and me before he had to leave to set up for our date.

there were so many kisses shared that morning, it seemed neither of us could get enough of the other. my parents didn't seem to mind at all either, in fact, they thought the opposite. they could tell Joe made me so happy and that's all they wanted, to see me happy.

my parents, plus pretty much everyone around us could tell that Joe and I's connection went deeper than "best friends", that being said.. when they found out that Joe confessed and that we were more than friends they were so happy that it finally happened. it felt like a game to them, waiting to see who'd confess first since it seemed inevitable.

even though we had confessed to being "in love" with each other, "I love you" hadn't been said yet. That was going to be a separate occasion.

Joe and I had decided to not reveal our non-official relationship to his parents yet. We'd be doing that tomorrow night in a funny, quirky, very Joe Burrow-style way.

I had just told Joe bye when I walked away from the front door and towards the stairs, my mom was in the kitchen with a smirk on her face as she looked at me.

"He makes you happy, huh?" - your mom

"Extremely happy. My cheeks hurt since I've been smiling for the past 10 hours straight." - you

"That's the best type of pain, honey." - your mom

"I'm starting to understand that." - you

"Do you have any clue what the date entails? Or even where it is?" - your mom

"Uhm.. nope! I'm sure Joe has something nice planned though." - you

"Okay.. you better start getting ready, did Joe tell you what to wear?" - your mom

"You're starting to make me realize that I know nothing about this date." - you

"Then text him!" - your mom laughed

I felt like a teenage girl as I ran up the stairs giggling, and simultaneously pulling my phone out of my pocket.

Instead of texting Joe, I thought it would be easier if I called him so I quickly found his contact. Since last night it has been changed to "Joey💕". Crazy how the day before yesterday I had him blocked, and now there's a heart by his name.

Joe answered in less than two rings, his deep beautiful voice ringing through the phone causing a blush on my cheeks.

"Miss me already, baby?" - Joe

His cheerful tone of voice made it easy to picture the expression that was probably on his face right now. A war-ending grin on those perfect lips that I loved.

"That too. But, I was calling because I need to know some details about our date." - you

"Ask away." - Joe

"What do I need to wear? Where is it? What time-" - you

"y/n, sweetheart chill out. You can wear whatever, I'm wearing sweats. I'm picking you up so don't worry about a place and I'll prob be over at your house at 6." - Joe

"Okay sounds good. I can't wait." - you

"Me neither. I've been thinking about this night for probably a decade." - Joe

"Me too, I'll see you in a couple of hours?" - you

"Yup, I'll see you then. Bye, beautiful." - Joe

"See ya later, Joey." - you giggled

When the tone sounded through my phone speaker letting me know that Joe had hung up, I fell back onto my bed. Butterflies swarmed through my stomach as my cheeks heated up; feeling more loved than ever before.

*time skip*

"do I look okay??" - you

It was currently 5:55, just five minutes before Joe would be picking me up for our date and I was standing by the front door as my mom helped with any finishing touches.

For my outfit, I opted for a pair of baggy jeans and an oversized graphic sweatshirt. It was comfy but cute and chic at the same time.

"You look great sweetie. You need to stop worrying though, it's just Joe." - your mom

"Sure it might just be Joe. But I still want to impress him! I've waited so long for this night, Mom. I want everything to be perfect." - you

"Everything will be perfect if you stop stressing!" - your mom

I went to open my mouth to utter a rebuttal but the ringing of the doorbell beat me to it.

My mom gave me an encouraging smile as I reached for the doorbell but hesitated to open it.

"You got this." - your mom

I nodded and quickly opened the door, Joe's gaze lifted from his shoes to my face. As he did so, the large smile that I adored made its way onto his face.

Joe was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt; a simple combo that made him look so complexly handsome.

We just stood staring at each other for a few seconds, we didn't know what to do.

"Oh! Yeah these are for you!" - Joe

Joe moved his hand from behind his back revealing a bouquet of white roses. He handed them off to me as a blush of crimson flushed his cheeks.

"Aww. Joe, I love them. They're so pretty!" - you

"I'm glad you like them. Wanna get going?" - Joe

I nodded and my mom took the flowers from my hand.

"I'll put these in a vase then put them in your room. You two have fun!" - your mom

My mom practically shoved me out of the house before shutting the door behind me, Joe took my hand and led me to his car.

Before I could even reach for the handle, Joe opened my door and once he knew I was comfortably sitting he shut it back.

When Joe started driving a comfortable silence fell over us, our hands intertwined on the center console while music played through the speakers.

"So... where are you taking me??" - you

"It's a surprise. We've been here together before though." - Joe

"Oh really?" - you

"Yup, as kids. Don't look in the backseat by the way it'll give away everything that I have planned." - Joe

I nodded but when we were at a red light I couldn't help but peak. Joe immediately noticed and let go of my hand, he grabbed my chin gently and moved my gaze to him.

"No peaking!" - Joe

I laughed at Joe's pouty expression and before I knew it he was pulling me by my chin to connect our lips.

It was such a sweet kiss, Joe's lips were soft on mine with a hint of possessiveness. A silent promise that I was his.

The only thing that made us pull away from each other was the light turning green.

"I don't think I could ever get tired of kissing you." - Joe

"Good, because I could never get tired of kissing you either." - you

Ten minutes later Joe was pulling onto a dirt road that felt familiar but not significant.

"Backroads? Are gonna kill me?" - you laughed

"No ma'am. Not after I just got you all to myself. Maybe in a couple of months." - Joe joked

"Oh shut up!" - you

"I'm just playing, baby." - Joe

"I know you are Joey." - you

When Joe parked up in the grass and helped me out of the car, the sight my eyes landed on took my breath away.

"I hope you like it..." - Joe

There was a red checkered blanket laid out on this grassy hill that had a beautiful field view. A white sheet was hung between two trees and a mini projector was on this upside-down wicker basket. On the blanket was another folded blanket, two pillows, with candles scattered around the perimeter.

"It isn't the most romantic first date ever but I did try to make it something you wouldn't forget." - Joe

I felt tears well up in my eyes, happy tears of course. This was the sweetest thing a guy, or anyone really, had ever done for me.

When I turned to face Joe I watched panic fall over his face when he saw my teary eyes.

"Joe. It's perfect. I love it." - you

"Really?" - Joe smiled

"Yes, it's so sweet and so romantic." - you

Joe laced his fingers with mine and led me over to the blanket, my heart filled with so much love as we got closer to it.

"You can go ahead and get comfortable, I'm gonna grab the food from my car." - Joe

"Okay!" - you plopped down on the blanket

Joe had to chuckle, you looked so cute and he was oh so in love with you and everything about you. Being in your presence alone had him melting.

He returned shortly with the picnic basket of snacks, the pizza, and the cooler of drinks.

Joe spread everything out before sitting down beside me.

"Okay, so I tried to think about all your favorite things. Everything I thought of, I bought. We can eat the picnic snacks first then eat pizza." - Joe

"Sounds perfect!" - you

Joe grabbed the picnic and started getting things out. When he pulled out red grapes I decided to play a little prank on him.

"Uh Joe, I like green grapes." - you

His neck snapped so fast in my direction as a worried look appeared on his face.

"What? Since when? I was sure it was the red ones you liked-" - Joe

"I'm kidding Joey!" - you placed a hand on his shoulder as you laughed

"Oh. I was worried I messed something up already." - Joe

"I assure you that you won't mess anything up, we've been here five minutes and I've already cried." - you laughed

"Those were happy tears right?" - Joe

"Major happy tears." - you

Joe smiled as I leaned forward and pecked his perfect lips. When we pulled away he kissed my cheek and continued sitting everything out on the blanket.

"Hey, what's the projector for?" - you

"I planned to watch the sunset, but I was worried that the sunset might be underwhelming. So if it is, we've got a movie to watch instead." - Joe

"Woah, Joe you've thought about everything haven't you?" - you

"I've run every possible situation through my head and adapted. There is no way this is getting messed up." - Joe

"That's sweet of you." - you grinned

"I try." - joe smiled

"C'mere, lay with me. You should start the movie and we can eat our snacks." - you

Joe scooted over on the blanket carefully to not bunch it up and laid down next to me.

"What movie you wanna watch?" - Joe

"It's October so how about a Halloween movie? Not a horror movie of course since you are scared of them." - you

"I'm not scared of them, y/n! I just don't like them!" - Joe

"Sure, Joe." - you laughed

"I didn't come here to get made fun of." - Joe

I laughed as I laid my head on his shoulder and threw an arm over him.

"Sorry, babe." - you

"You know, I love when you call me that and baby." - Joe

"Well, I love calling you them." - you

Joe leaned down and pressed a kiss onto my lips before sitting up to open a box.

"Chocolate-covered strawberry?" - Joe

"Ooh! Yes, please!" - you

He leaned down on his elbow to where he was hovering over me and led the strawberry to my mouth. My hand found its way onto his chest, just wanting to remain in contact with him.

"Good?" - Joe

"Mhm, they're really good. Hand me one, it's your turn." - you

Joe handed me a chocolate-covered strawberry and I leaned up a little bit to guide it towards his perfect lips.

"Mmm, those are good!" - Joe

"What else do you have? I'm feeling something savory." - you

"We can have the pizza." - Joe suggested

"Oh yeah!" - you

Joe grabbed the two plates he brought and handed me one, along with a few napkins.

He was hesitantly reaching for the pizza box and for a second I wondered why he was seemingly nervous all of a sudden, he seemed fine up till now.

I watched Joe place the box between us before he slowly opened it. When he did his eyes immediately traced off to mine, and that's when I realized why he was nervous.

Written in pepperoni said, "Be My GF?" 

Joe was silently freaking out, scared he asked too soon, worried about what you're answer would be, or if it was a lame way to ask such a big thing.

You on the other hand felt like you were on cloud nine. This was such a Joe way of asking you to be his girlfriend and you found it sweet and so endearing. It was perfect and quirky, just like Joe.

While you were swooning over the proposal, answering the question seemed to have slipped your mind. When you're eyes finally met Joe’s and he seemed frantic you realized you hadn't answered his question yet.

"Of course, I'll be your girlfriend!" - you

Joe’s once-nervous expression turned lit up with excitement as he leaned forward to crash his lips onto mine.

My hand cupped Joe’s cheek as I held him as close as I could get him, his lips rough on mine.

When Joe and I pulled away from each other huge smiles were plastered on our faces.

“So, I'm your boyfriend…” - Joe

“I’m your girlfriend…” - you

We looked at each other for a second before erupting into nervous giggles. It was almost as if our teenage selves came back for a second.

A few minutes later we had calmed down and got comfortable on the blanket. Joe got Hocus Pocus playing and we were cuddled up eating our pizza, stealing kisses after bites, and feeding each other snacks now and then.

The sunset didn't disappoint and neither did the view of it.

It seemed as if life couldn't get any better than it was at that moment. I was watching one of my favorite Halloween movies, and eating my favorite snacks, all while cuddling up to my boyfriend.

“Joey?” - you

Still lying on his shoulder, I rubbed his chest to get his attention.

“Yup?” - Joe

“Thank you for all of this. This was the best first date ever and I've loved every second of it. I'm so happy to finally call myself yours.” - you

“You’re so welcome, baby. I'm glad you've enjoyed it because I have as well.” - Joe

Sadly once the sun had set and the movie ended shortly after, it was time for us to leave.

Joe told me to head back to the car while he gathered everything up saying he didn't want me to get cold without the blankets.

Even while I was alone and Joe was putting stuff in the backseat, I couldn't stop smiling.

Today had been so perfect; waking up next to Joe, having breakfast with him, and then having the best date possible to end the night.

I wasn't without Joe for very long and when he got in the car he slipped his hand onto my leg as he turned onto the main road.

“My girl.” - Joe squeezed your leg

You had smiled at the gesture just thinking he was reminding you of his presence but in all honesty he just wanted to say it out loud to see if it would feel any more real to him. He couldn't believe it, the girl he'd had a crush on since high school was his girlfriend. She felt the same way about him that he felt about her and it was so surreal to him.

It was silent in the car, not an awkward silence but a little too quiet for Joe’s liking so he went to shuffle his usual playlist.

“Aye! We listened to your music the last time we were in the car. It's my turn.” - you

“Whatever you want, babe.” - Joe laughed

I connected my phone and shuffled my everyday playlist, a content smile on my face when “we fell in love in october” was the first song that played.

It hit me that it was October 1st. This song felt a little personal now that Joe and I started dating in October.

“This is kinda our song now…” - you

“Well. We started dating in October, I don't remember what month it was when I fell in love with you a few years ago.” - Joe smiled

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Authors note: this chapter has me feeling REALLLLLLLL single.

Hope you enjoyed! ❤️

[projectbluearcadia]

Waltz in C# Minor (Op. 62, No.2)

Lucifer x GN!MC

[ Story Premise - You catch Lucifer playing piano by himself and reminiscing after a long day. Just fluffy nostalgia and tickling. ]

I watched a stranger practice this piece, dreamily smiling and blocking a hallway. Since I didn't have the balls/ovaries to tell him it was beautiful, this one's kinda for you, man.

Wordcount - 1509

It’s been a tiring day for you; you spent most of it outside the house with the brothers for a party that Asmo had thrown out of the blue, and while it was fun for a while, you ended up slipping away by evening. There’s only so much dizzying social interaction you can stand, and you decided you should just go while you had the opportunity.

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You sigh against the door of the House of Lamentation, glad for the security of your home away from home and its current silence. You start walking towards your room when you realize that you’re not entirely enveloped in silence. There’s… a faint melody?

Drawn towards it, you find yourself peering into the music room, where Lucifer sits, his bare fingers glancing across the black and white keys, and you watch, spellbound, as he plays. You knew Lucifer could play the piano, but you never would have thought you would feel like this as you watch him. His wine-colored eyes focus intently on only the piano in front of him, his foot gently feathering pedals and guiding each note to completion with expert care. 

In a word, it’s beautiful. 

Vaguely, you wonder if he even notices that you’re there, and you lean against the doorway, watching and doing your best not to disturb him. As the faint light glints off his scarlet nails, you find yourself watching his long, pale fingers, admiring them just as you’ve admired them several times before. 

You close your eyes, and you let the piano lead your imagination on, into scenery and associations and emotions. The song is gentle and light, and yet it’s bitter and slightly painful, like you’re missing something. Vaguely, you wonder if he’s thinking about something specific as he plays, but there’s the slightest smile on his face, as if he’s happy. 

He lingers on the last notes of the piece, and his voice startles you out of your daydreams. 

“I see you’re home by yourself,” he says, fully turning in your direction.  

“The party was getting loud,” you reply sheepishly. “I kind of wish I stayed behind with you.” 

“I had work to do,” he replies, and you snort. 

“Do you ever not have work to do?” 

“No,” he concedes. “But apparently, I don’t have work when I’m spending time with you.” He stands up from his spot on the piano, replacing his gloves onto his hands, and you look at them for a moment longer. 

“You take your gloves off for the weirdest things.” Lucifer lets out a short “hmph.” before he holds out his hand for you to take. 

"Consider it my way of savoring my sense of touch," he replies as you take his hand, and he pulls you against him, the fingers of his other hand trailing down your spine to rest on the small of your back. "Do you remember this?" 

"Yes," you sigh as he starts to waltz with you. "It’d be more bizarre if I didn’t remember how much you drilled it into my head because of that stupid ball you made everyone go to.” Truthfully, you hadn’t actually minded the ball that much once you had gotten there, but Lucifer’s strict lessons had given you a headache, not to mention some intense anxiety. 

“Would you have preferred that I asked Barbatos to do it?” he teases as he leans his head next to yours. 

“Maybe I would have,” you grumble. 

“Well, he is an excellent teacher,” Lucifer replies after a moment. “That said, he wouldn’t have rewarded you, now would he have?” Lucifer kisses your ear. 

“Not the way you did,” you reply, kissing his cheek, and he chuckles. 

“I’m glad you came home before everyone else,” he replies as he slowly turns with you around the room. 

“Were you thinking about something specific while you were playing?” you ask curiously, and Lucifer smiles softly to himself. 

“Not in particular,” he replies, his voice suffused with painful nostalgia. “I saw an old picture of myself, and I was just reminiscing.” 

“What old picture was this?” you ask, your curiosity sparked, and Lucifer stops dancing with you to reach into his pocket to pull out a badly faded photograph. On it, you can see an angelic Lucifer losing himself in laughter while Mammon appears to be tickling him with a grin. The picture is captioned in fanciful script, “Mammon Finally Getting Payback on His Older Brother.”

“I don’t have a lot of good memories from my time as an angel,” Lucifer says with a faint smile, even as he walks over to a couch and sits back down again to stare at it. “But the pictures she took remind me that I didn’t always hate living in the Celestial Realm. I remember the day this picture was taken, and I remember how he tackled me that day on my way to see Michael. I must have been particularly busy that day, because I only remember walking one minute and then getting slammed onto the ground the next.”

“I can tickle you if you want. For the nostalgia,” you reply, plopping next to him, and he slides you a slight glare. 

“Don’t even think about it, MC.” Pity. I’d love to see him with that expression on his face now…

“That just makes me want to do it more,” you tease, poking him in the side, and he snatches your hand, making you pout. “But it’s a fond memory, right?” 

“It’s also a very old memory,” he grumbles. “Maybe I have to say it again for you. Don’t try it.” 

Of course, you’re going to try anyway.

So, that’s how you end up playfighting Lucifer on the couch. You manage to get your hand free, but the moment you move to use your skills on him, he has both your wrists in one hand, smugly smirking at you as he does so. 

“Now what?” he asks. 

“Lucifer, bad! Down boy!” Eh, it might have been cheating, but honestly he forced your hand, right?

“Urgh,” Lucifer groans as the pact takes effect, and you’re on him in another instant. “One of these days, you’re going to get it for making me follow such humiliating orders.” 

“Not today,” you reply with a grin as you poise your hands at the ready. For a moment as Lucifer looks up at you, you wonder if he secretly wanted tickle torture even though he protested. “Let’s see that smile, you emotionally stunted old man.” 

“MC—” he tries to say before he clamps a hand over his mouth as an involuntary giggle tries to leave his mouth as you trace your fingers up against his neck. 

“Oh ho, is there another reason you cover up your skin that I don’t know about?” you hum, and he slaps at your hands as you attack his sides, sending him rolling and squirming under you as he gasps at you to stop between his rich peals of laughter. 

“MC, I mean it, stop it!” he cackles. 

“Let me think about that.” Hm, should you stop? Maybe, but it’s been a while since you’ve seen such a huge, beautiful smile on his face. “Nah.” 

“MC!” he squeals, his voice rising an octave higher to Yamashita’s normal speaking voice, and his struggles to escape result in both of you landing in a tangled heap on the floor. Lucifer groans, and you come to the keen realization that despite the fact that you’re now under him, his hand is under your head. His mouth spreads into a smirk. “Your turn.” 

“Oh no, you don’t!” you cry, scrambling out from under him, and he lets you try to run away. You don’t bother to check whether or not he’s following but you’re still running regardless. 

“Run all you like, but you’ll never escape me,” you hear his voice through the halls. 

“Wanna bet?” you call back, though you’re running for his bedroom. Of course you wouldn’t escape; who would want to escape? “That’s just cheating, Lucifer,” you complain at the  sight of him on the other side of his door. He simpers at you with his arms folded. “No teleporting.” 

“Running is for humans,” he replies as he closes the door behind you and grabs hold of you before you can escape again, squeezing the living hell out of you, and you return the embrace in equal force. Eventually, both of you relent on trying to hug each other to death and loosen up, though you don’t entirely let go of Lucifer. “Feeling needy today?” he asks, though he hasn’t let go of you either. 

“Like you’re not,” you scoff. “You missed me the entire time I was—” You can’t finish, since Lucifer is busy kissing you with every ounce of his endless passion as usual. Of course he missed you. He always missed you. 

“Let’s have our own private party while they’re gone. Something quiet,” he murmurs against your head, running his hands against your scalp. 

“Cursed records and cuddle time?” He chuckles

“You know me so well.”

[sophieinwonderland]

So I saw a doc going around accusing me of being a dangerous person. Which, cool! I've been trying to get anti-endos to see me as a threat and I only see this as being helpful to that end.

Just because you tell people to not interact with someone you're accusing of being dangerous doesn't mean they'll actually listen. I view the notoriety as a positive.

That said, I started reading and it feels like it's largely a lot of nothing. Frankly, I'm pretty disappointed.

Before I get into that...

I barely know who you are, and had no idea you were writing this document. And even if I did, how would I know the specific contents of it to try to "soften the blow?"

That makes no sense!

But I actually wanted to cover their first piece of evidence, because wow! There is really, so much nothing there!

Let me try to summarize this incident because this gets a bit hard to follow.

The inciting incident

On December 5th, 2022, (according the doc, I don't have the date memorized) I responded to a post from a blog, referenced above as Halex...

After this, SAS (on the JustAnotherSyscourse blog) responded to my post.

Meanwhile, Halex also told me to stop interacting with their posts.

So rather than respond any further to them in that thread, since I still wanted to continue the argument with SAS, I screenshotted SAS's reblog of my own post, and then just made a public response to that and that alone. A response that has no link to Halex, didn't show their name, and would not appear in their notifications.

It is not, in any way, shape or form, interacting the them.

At this point, Halex blew up at me and told me to "get out of their reblogs" as if they somehow own the reblogs of their posts.

Now, if you're smart and know anything about how Tumblr works, you would probably realize that getting that screenshot did not require me to go onto Halex's blog. I get the notification in my inbox that SAS replied to me (on the JustAnotherSyscourse blog), I click on that notification. I then screenshot only the parts posted by SAS.

In all of this...

When did I ever interact with Halex's post or blog after they told me not to?

I respect their boundary and didn't interact with them in this case. But telling me not to interact with SAS is a stupid boundary they don't get to make.

The "Block Evasion"

There seem to be three claims of me "block evading."

The first is the ridiculous one above where they seemed to think me screenshotting SAS was somehow interacting with them. I shouldn't need to go into how stupid that is again. (I can't even remember if I was blocked at that point by them. I don't think I was, but it's beside the point because I wasn't interacting with them.)

The second involved screenshotting their syscourse blog ("Oops") months later which had a "Sophie DNI" banner on it.

I saw the posts I screenshotted in the public tags because this systems was, in fact, really bad at blocking.

While I was blocked on the Halex blog, I was not on the the Oops blog. Even quotes in the document admits this:

And as far as I'm aware, there wasn't even anything linking the Oops blog to the Halex blog, so even if I knew that I was blocked on the Halex blog, I wouldn't have connected them at the time. I just saw them as separate blogs ran by completely separate people.

As far as I recall, I haven't interacted with this blog or screenshotted it since they actually blocked me.

The third accusation of block evading was this...

Where I reblogged a post from Cambrian that happened to be replying to their third blog.

Again, Tumblr doesn't allow you to reblog someone who you're blocked by. I couldn't view their blog to reblog from them directly, nor could I reblog a post if they were the OP. Cambrian, a system I follow, made a post. This system argued with them. Cambrian responded. And I reblogged Cambrian's response, in a post Cambrian was the OP of. Which I saw on Cambrian's blog. That I follow.

So to recap, the so-called "block evasion" was...

Screenshotting someone who was not the person who had me blocked. (If I was actually blocked at the time.)

Screenshotting someone's blog posting a banner with my name and avatar on it, which ALSO DIDN'T HAVE ME BLOCKED ON THAT BLOG!

Reblogging a mutual who I follow who happened to be talking to someone who had blocked me.

The last, I'll admit, is at least a bit of a gray area. But "you can't reblog posts from your mutuals if I'm talking to them" still feels like a pretty silly boundary to me.

So this whole part below... it's nonsense.

Yeah, of course I'm not going to respect a Sophie DNI banner.

It's a joke.

I don't care if they're upset or distressed. They could have just learned how to actually block people if it bothers them that much. Putting a target on someone by name with a banner you attach to all your posts isn't a "basic boundary."

Absolutely nothing about this is standard!

In my years on Tumblr, both before and after that incident, I've never seen anyone else make a "[specific person] DNI" banner with their name and avatar.

This isn't commonplace. Absolutely nobody does this.

And it was even more hilarious when I found out that this happened over an incident where they decided me interacting with someone else was breaking their boundaries.

Can we just talk about the hypocrisy for a moment?

So according to them, screenshotting SAS was somehow block evading Halex. Screenshotting OOPS was block evading them despite the fact that THEY DIDN'T EVEN HAVE ME BLOCKED ON THAT BLOG. Reblogging Cambrian was also block evading

All of these things, they'll pretend are block evading.

But again, all these boundaries are being treated as one-way.

The user who compiled this doc, who I won't name, has me blocked. But apparently sees no issue with going through my posts to compile a massive callout document about me.

Maybe their logic is that their own actions don't count because they blocked me instead of the other way around, but something tells me that if I had blocked them, it probably wouldn't stop them from mentioning me and screenshotting my posts.

I'm probably not done with this yet. There are so many terrible arguments and so much misinformation in that doc that I can mock and mine it for content for ages. But this is good for now.

[francesminos-tt]

this joff https://x.com/foreurydice/status/1794199858523591152?t=Bxmcv0Pbjdi2zIRXjpt-ig&s=19

w this daeron

https://x.com/foreurydice/status/1794199763107410256?t=Bxmcv0Pbjdi2zIRXjpt-ig&s=19

I wrote some prompts before which fit this fancast quiet well. You can find them here↓

I also wrote a new scene between them.

When Joffrey arrived at the polo field, the sun had already been high up in the sky, which meant he was late. He yawned and rubbed the back of his neck, trying to ease the stiffness from sitting in front of the screens for too long. He squinted his eyes, realizing belatedly that he had forgotten his sunglasses. To be fair, Joffrey was mostly nocturnal, so he didn’t need sunglasses to begin with. In fact, he wouldn’t even be here if not for his mother’s persistence.

Something moved inside his hoodie, followed by a soft meow. Joffrey pulled the zip down a bit more to reveal a black kitten hiding in his collar.

“Sorry, buddy,” Joffrey gave the kitten a small pat on the head, “let’s go inside and I will find you something to eat.”

The kitten meowed happily as if it could understand Joffrey’s words. Normally, kittens weren’t supposed to eat anything other than formulated cat food, but Tyraxes was different. Joffrey was trying to feed it with raw meat in an attempt to recreate the kitten’s natural diet. Joffrey knew there would be a buffet after the polo game, and judging by the upscale reception, the buffet must be extravagant as well. Joffrey was sure he could find some salmon sashimi, caviar, or other delicacies to feed his cat.

“Excuse me, sir. You need to go through security first.” The receptionist stopped Joffrey as the brunette was trying to bypass security, “May I see your invitation, please?”

“Eh, I don’t have an invitation. My mom just told me to get my ass down here.” Joffrey replied as he took off his headphone, “I am late, you know. My family must have already gone inside.”

The receptionist looked Joffrey up and down, as if trying to determine if the boy was telling the truth. A polo game was a formal event that required a special dress code. The guests didn't need to come in suits and ties, but hoodies, sweatpants and trainers were considered inappropriate. The boy who claimed to be one of the honored guests was dressed wrong in every possible aspect. His hair wasn’t even properly slicked. Wait, was there something moving inside his hoodie?

“I am sorry, sir, what is the-”

“No, don't move, Tyx, buddy-” Joffrey tried to make the kitten stop, but the small ball of fur seemed determined to break out of his hoodie. The kitten stomped on Joffrey’s chest before leaping out and running towards the security check. The security guy tried to stop it, but the kitten was too quick to catch.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Joffrey cursed, “Come back, Tyx! You little devil!”

The brunette ran after his kitten, leaving the stunned receptionist and the security guy behind.

“Sir! You cannot go inside!” The receptionist almost shouted, “Stop right there, or we’ll have to call the authorities.”

Two security officers blocked Joffrey’s way. Unlike their colleagues at the entrance, these two were obviously professionals. Black suits, sunglasses, and vest, more like special ops than security officers at the polo game. There was no doubt that Joffrey’s limited experience of boxing could not get him pass these two guys, so he opted for a different approach.

“Wow, wow, guys, take it easy.” Joffrey put his hands up in surrender, “I just want to find my cat, okay? I do have an invitation. If you just let me grab my phone-”

“Don't play smart.” One of the guys said in a booming voice.

“I am not playing anything, okay?” Joffrey tried to appear innocent, because he really needed to get his kitten back as soon as possible. It was the first time he took Tyx to such a populated place, so he was getting more and more worried that his kitten would get stuck in some unimaginable places. Joffrey would never forgive himself if anything happened to his cat.

Unfortunately, the security officers didn't buy his story. Shit, Joffrey shouldn't have come here in his gamer outfit. Well, he didn't have really have a proper outfit for this formal occasion, but at least he could fish out the blazer his mother bought him for his 18th birthday. Nobody would believe a young man in hoodies and trainers was an invited guest to the polo game.

Joffrey was about to try again and argue his way out of the situation, but his savior beat him to it.

“What are you doing here, Joff?” A young man with blonde hair walked towards them. Compared to Joffrey’s messy outfit, the man was dressed smartly and elegantly. White polo shirt and grey pants, paired with a nicely polished leather oxfords. His hair was in a classy preppy style, brushed neatly to the back to reveal his youthful face. The newcomer was handsome and proper, but what attracted Joffrey the most was the ball of black fur pressed to the man’s fine shirt.

“Tyx!”

“I found it near the field.” The man said, cradling the kitten tighter, “I recognized it immediately, so I thought I would bring it to you. You must be worried.”

“Do you know this gentleman, Mr. Daeron?” The receptionist asked after he finally caught up with them.

“Oh, yes.” Daeron smiled, “He’s my nephew, Joffrey. His family is looking for him.”

“I am so sorry, Mr. Daeron. I didn’t know.” The receptionist’s face turned white as if he had just been sacked, “Please, forgive me, Mr. Joffrey.”

“It’s okay.” Joffrey waved his hand dismissively as he took the little kitten from Daeron, “Can I go inside now?”

“Of course.” The receptionist attitude changed dramatically after learning Joffrey’s identity, “Have a nice day, Mr. Joffrey.”

Hypocrite, Joffrey murmured as he walked with Daeron inside the pavilion.

“Why are you so late?” Daeron asked, walking shoulder by shoulder with Joffrey, their hands brushing against each other, “Were you up all night playing video games again?”

“No.” Joffrey replied.

“Liar.” Daeron reached out to touch the dark circle under Joffrey’s eyes, “Where did these dark circles come from?”

“I was doing a speed run,” Joffrey pouted, unaffected by the fact that his lies had just been exposed, “and I succeeded! Check the world rank.”

“I know you are good at gaming.” Daeron pinched Joffrey’s puffed cheeks before planting a quick kiss on them, “But you need to sleep from time to time. You do know that humans cannot live without sleep, right?”

“I would be sleeping if mother didn't insist that I come here.” Joffrey’s cheeks turned bright pink, but he didn't seem to mind the blonde kissing him.

“It’s the biggest event Targ Group has sponsored so far this year.” Daeron explained, “Your mother gave a wonderful speech on the opening ceremony.”

“Why are you here then? I don't think your mother will be too pleased about you showing up.” Joffrey followed Daeron to a pavilion decorated with fresh flowers and ribbons, “Where are we going?”

“To the buffet.” Daeron stepped aside to let Joffrey in first, a gentleman he was, “You must be hungry after skipping breakfast.”

“How do you know I skipped breakfast?”

Daeron smiled warmly and brushed a stray curl from Joffrey’s face.

“You always skip breakfast after an all-nighter.” The blonde said, “You are here mostly for the buffet, aren’t you?”

“No,” Joffrey pouted again, which was a telltale indication that he was lying, “I am here to support my family.”

“Your family doesn't need much support.” Daeron said, “But I do.”

“You?” Joffrey tilted his head to the side confusingly, “You haven't answered my question yet. Why are you here?”

“To participate in the game, silly.” Daeron couldn't help but lean in and kiss the boy again. How could Joffrey be so adorable when he was deprived of sleep?

Right. Joffrey almost forgot. Daeron was an excellent polo player who had his own horse called Tesserion. The blonde was the epitome of modern day aristocrat. He went to private school, participated in sports like polo and tennis, and had been the honor student all his life. He was now studying his way to his first doctor degree. Joffrey never respected anyone from THAT side of the family, but Daeron was different, if you could call your uncle/boyfriend different.

“You didn't tell me.” Joffrey said lamely.

“In fact I did, but you were too focused on your game then. You must have missed it.”

Joffrey didn't know how to react other than being utterly embarrassed. He was a lame boyfriend who didn’t pay enough attention.

“Don't worry. I am not blaming you, Joff.” Daeron shrugged, “I like it when you are so focused on something.”

“The tabloids don't share your opinion. I am clearly a disgrace of the family. My brothers were all superstars in their own fields, while I only got admitted to college because mother made a handsome donation.” Joffrey said. He didn't feel ashamed about it, but what he just said was true. He never liked academics, or sports for that matter, though he was a decent athlete.

“Your talent lies elsewhere. That’s all. Those who think otherwise just don't get it.” Daeron said with such seriousness that Joffrey believed him immediately.

“You are my boyfriend,” Joffrey murmured, “you only see the good in me.”

Daeron chuckled as he took the brunette’s hand into his. The game was yet to start, but the buffet was already laid out. Joffrey whistled happily when he found a giant sushi boat.

“Look, Tyx,” Joffrey raised the kitten up, “your favorite salmon!”

Daeron couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t lying earlier. Joffrey was indeed a very talented person, though his talent wasn’t common fields. Unlike Daeron, Joffrey was never academic, but he was smart in his own way. He was creative in his gameplay, and his twitch account had over 1M subscribers. Joffrey might not be an artist like his brother Lucerys, but he did a fair amount of fanart for his favorite comics. Joffrey was so popular online that Daeron would sometimes be so jealous of Joffrey’s followers that he wanted to tell them to stay away from his wonderful boyfriend. Daeron was not as perfect as he looked. He was a jealous, obsessive boyfriend that wanted Joffrey only for himself.

“You go get Tyx some salmon.” Daeron said, tucking a strand of curls behind Joffrey’s ear, “I’ll bring you some food.”

“I want chips, and soda.”

“Baked veggies and sparkling water, got it.”

“Daeron!” Joffrey complained, but his boyfriend was already gone.

[deuterium51614]

Boueibu Rewatch Part 6

I actually took some notes while watching last night, so it's time to make sense of them!

Episode Four

Funnily enough, I was just going through my old Otaku/Anime USA magazines, and found the two that had reviews of Boueibu, both pre-season two. And one of them described the series along the lines of "Sailor Moon but with more chest hair." Someone launch Apollo's dodge ball at that reviewer, please.

OMG En, you can't just ask why someone's Italian.

I think there was a little bit of foreshadowing to the Beppu twins' disagreement towards the end of the series about touring with Goura and stuff, because they said "even if the world turned upside-down, we'd still be of one mind in all things." Some missed potential, we could've had like. Aki team up with the Battle Lovers because Haru somehow got Goura all to himself or something.

Anyway, from a distance Alan looks really off model. Also from the side when the twins were confronting him, he kinda looked like Benedict Cumberpatch.

The way the Beppu twins pry for what's weighing on his mind makes me think there's a production team in-universe that has to rush to design the monster based off a student's issue, and it's not just the Zundar needle or Dadacha fwap that randomly assigns a monster... Maybe this one was a rush job?

There's an animation error where En and Atsushi's colors are swapped in the fight from a distance, but I haven't checked if the Bluray fixed it (probably not, they didn't fix two other errors I checked for).

Anyway, I stand by my idea that instead of chest hair, this episode could've been about a younger twin being salty about his older twin getting taller so they're no longer identical, and the monster being a parody of King Kong where he grabs his twin and climbs the school's bell tower. We could've even got the Battle Lovers flying around like they do in the OP to mirror the planes!

Episode Five

Didn't really write notes on this one, since I was crocheting as I did the rewatch...

But I do want to say it would be fun to see an AU where the second season is still BL vs CA, and we get Kinshirou's perspective on Munakata refusing to graduate. Maybe Munakata would have been turned into a Loveless instead? Or do you think the monsters we see in S2 were planned out for CIDER, and the assets are being reused by the twins? (They'd probably be pissed if they knew they were getting leftovers lol)

Episode Six

The sound for this episode was buzzy for me when it started? Kinda like fanime quality (Nyan Neko Sugar Girls-esque). It was weird, but after exiting the episode and going back in, it was normal. Though it really did add to the experience of En and Atsushi asking Yumoto to tell them more about sea slugs.

"Wombat hates sweets." Cue Wombat choking. That's not hating sweets, that's either an allergy or it's blocking his airway lol

Wish they made the Defense Club look visibly different or younger in the flashbacks...

I don't think Kuroshiro was deserving of becoming a monster. The guy literally asked a question, and got a bit flustered when pressed. Like sure, he did admit to being jealous (like 23 times). But still. I feel if he had gotten an internal monologue like other Loveless (Makuwa), my opinion would be different.

If I had a nickel for every Umatani anime that had a giant panda monster, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it's happened twice.

Yumoto's washing the ridge tiles on the roof and says they're guardian spirits against fire, but since it's a natural hot spring there's no danger of fire... But in a later episode, Goura drops the lore that he was caught in a fire at Binan Land (if I'm remembering right?) but he came out unscathed so maybe he was protected from washing the tiles?

At the end of this episode, Wombat said "Love shock!" which feeds into my AU that he's Martha with time shenanigans. (Martha's said "Martha shock!" in the past, right? I'm not misremembering?)

And now I'm realizing that the episode ends in the school, but the roof that they show is the Kurotama's...

[thegeminisage]

zelda lost woods time

it has immediately hit the fan. wow <3 i was just looking for my last might crystal...good thing i didn't give into temptation to do this earlier

oh i forgot about the big sacred tree...deku tree cameo pleasepleaseplease

got my last might crystal!! brb taking this to lueberry

the music here is so much nicer btw when i can enjoy it on my own tv without worrying the volume will bother anyone. very stardew valley

okay wait before i do any of this orb shit i gotta find the lynel. my last echo......

following the prints is scary actually like if you don't do it in the right order they're not there. like it just moves around. you could go to the right clearing and find nothing unless you were hunting it down. idk that's kinda spooky

okay, right as i was finishing that is when my power went out last night :| now it's back!! i'm back at it. the lynel has spotted me i am afraid for my life

what!!! that was EASY. that took less than a minute. wtf

i guess now i do The Orbs and the challenge is not to use my echoe power on anything else while i do it...rip i can't even use my new lynel

The Orbs Have Been Activated

wow a triforce <3

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IT IS THE DEKU TREE HEY MAN HOW YOU BEEN

"enter"? am i about to get vored??

oh ok

first jabu jabu and now this...nobody vores me like they used to

oh shit it's mirrorverse zelda

TRIFORCE? JUST THE WHOLE GOD DAMN TRIFORCE?

Oh, Fuck.

NOT THE MASTER SWORD PULL THEME????

oh fuck oh fuck uh oh she done did it oh girl you're not supposed to do that have you never played a zelda game before

BOYFRIEND?????? oh ok ok not yet

HOLY FUCK? NULL BIG

SOMEHOW I DIDN'T THINK IT WOULD BE THAT BIG.

stilled whatever this is is so fucking metal. i love it in here

the closer i get the more massive null seems. this is truly some kirby levels of eldritch horror

BOYFRIEND IN THE CRYSTALLLLLLLLL

oh fuck it's girlfight time. conquer yourself, as it were

time to let my lynel get some exercise <3

ZELDA'S THEME IN MINOR KEY.............

this is great. my lynel is basically destroying all the enemies she throws out as distractions leaving her and me to duke it out over my boyfriend

got her ass already

I GET TO SAVE THE BOYFRIEND??? arrow perhaps as he did for me...

WAAAAAH IT'S HIMMMM IM GONNA CRY

what...no...i have to give him his sword back :(

BUT I LIKE THE SWORD...............

ok. for the boyfriend i will do anything

OHHHHHHHHHHHH I'VE JUST REALIZED HE'S LEFT-HANDED IN THIS GAME LEFTY LINK RETURNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUSTICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wait wait wait hold on everybody shut up are we going INSIDE null? vored after all???

YES!!

oh this is nasty. the dripping black goo

i love that link will literally just run off without us lol girl this isn't ganon's tower slow tf down

holy shit link's a BEAST...even my lynel couldn't fight like that...jesus fuck

omg co-op dungeon is SO COOL i fucking love this waaaah

lol skipping these platformer section with the humble and trustworthy water block

did the wind riding puzzles the proper way cuz i think theyre fun

omg please i can MOVE LINK???

god i would LOVE a co-op zelda game like this in full someday. wahhh

Oh I Don't Like That Sound

this reminds me of the final descent in totk. i'm beside myself

OH SHIT

mirror zelda got vored.................

OH SHIT?? RIP DEKU TREE AND CASTLE TOWN AND HETBAIT ZORAS

OH SHIT..............

he's a tri!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

omg omg boss time

ok wait hold on. my lynel keeps getting oneshotted but i cant go swordmode anymore tf am i supposed to do

ok ok ok i get it i think. i miss my sword though

omg one of the creepy hands PICKED UP MY BOYFRIEND??? girl i was over there with my lynel so fast

my automatons are finally coming in handy but also i'm going through them very quickly

ok no useless until the end actually...echoes spawn infinitely and instantly. these automatons just aren't for fast paced fights like this

god link is so cool. i wish i had a sword so i could help!!!

NOOOO omg my boyfriend :( left behind...........

oh GROSS null is voring all those poor little tris :(((

final form maybe?? dude he is SCARY looking this is literally some kirby shit

i take back what i said about this games music also. maybe not all of it. but this fucks. im catching so many familiar melodies like zeldas theme and the master sword theme and the overworld and then also it just sounds so good

omg one of the hands got me and link saved me 😭😭😭

oh shit ganon echoes NICE

oops i was trying to burn a spiderweb and accidentally set link on fire

OMG I THINK I GOT IT

PLEEEEASE WE ARE TAKING BACK THAT TRIFORCE TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh man the callback in this imagery...

oh no is it time to say goodbye to tri :( this always happens with zelda partners.................

THANK YOU AT THE END.............WAH

OKAY MAYBE I WELLED UP A LITTLE. SO WHAT IF I DID

oh, but she still has her rod...?

BOYFRIEND IS HERE

LUEBERRY AND IMPA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HE'S TALKINGGGGGGGGGG

HE IS TALKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M GONNA CRY

oh that was so GOOD. oh my god time to mop up my FACVE!!! while the credits play

i hoped he would talk. oh god

omg wait the kids who got taken waking up and feeling themselves again...wah

CONDE'S BROTHER OH GOD I AM GOING TO CRY AGAIN

CAT!!!!!! cat?

awwwww she hung the rod up 😭😭😭

oh ym god and thats the END!!!!!

what an amazing game. i am absolutely gonna make another post about it in a minute first i have to RECOVER!!!!!!!!!!!!

[clockwork-reveries]

tumblr in the neoteric world

☢️ becquerel-tears Follow

confession. i'm fr TIRED of humans treating corinthians like shit or things that dont feel. it's the little things that make me want to quit my job and i don't know, scam the elderly for a living? (that was a joke.) i love my job don't get me wrong, it makes me the happiest i've been in a long time. today at work while i was busy helping a coworker see what was wrong with their terminal, some dude walked right up to me. he was maybe, i don't know, late 30's, early 60's? it's so hard to tell humans apart. and put his FINGER underneath the panel on my NECK. i smacked his hand away so hard he yelled, but of course i didn't care he almost got to some delicate shit! all because he couldn't stop himself from getting his grubby manchild hands off me.

🔁☢️ becquerel-tears Follow

fucking. respect corinthians. before the empyrean war some of you complained we were replacing humanity, and now that we did all the work for y'all in the war, you treat us like servants and objects that just are there. we'll be around for a long long time. and a ton of us won't forget this.

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I wasn't made during the war, so maybe my comments aren't valid, but I totally agree, OP. Humans have become so full of themselves, it's revolting. I'm sorry about your issues as well. We've got a group on TMB about how to reduce human population, and we also think you might be better suited especially if you live in a smaller city, as you've stated in previous posts.

🔁☢️ becquerel-tears Follow fucker didn't read my post, it's so obvious. do NOT talk to me about "reducing the human population" you fucking edgelord wannabe terrorists. blocked and reported. I DON'T CARE THAT THIS IS A BOT, ANTHROPOPHOBES AREN'T EVER WELCOME ON MY BLOG

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💌 bl33ding-hartzzz Follow

i got suuuuuper bord.. im thinking abt trying tht weird "simul8d food" some company made around 2020 for corinthians. desc says ur supposed to "taste" it like the real thing. im rlly sus abt it but somebodys selling it on ebay for almost 7 bucks so i dont think ill be losing a lot!

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update it arrived!!! i got the icecream 1......!1! apparently ur supposed to bite it? huh? ( •᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

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Oh. oh i c why nobody wants this. its a scam we dont even knw what flavors n tastes are like anywaze.

AKA it suckssss. ˙◠˙

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 🍅 camillcamillaeleon Follow

yall after that fic i made was thinking about trying to make the custom corinthian by myself does anyone have any tutorials i can follow? i think im gonna use crisp's design when i make him but maybe ill have to make a super tiny version if thats possible so it costs less? does anyone know if you can create small corinthians?

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Bestie??? You cant???? Just make Corinthians??? I get you used to customize Furbys but theyre not fucking dolls, dude. Does nobody realize how horrible it is to be playing god for funsies? EDIT: I wasn't calling Corinthians dolls

🔁🍅 camillcamillaeleon Follow

its not like im going to FORCE them to be what i want i just want them to look like it yknow every time i post like something this youre always one of the first people to reply can you just get off my dick already

🔁💫 all-antipurpose Follow

Then just draw it? Why do you need a 200+ pound AI to do it for you? I find it really weird how youre not concerned about the ethic issues about just making life just because you feel like nor have you addressed it at all. Am I in the wrong here for thinking everyone in the notes is delusional for calling me a cop just because you guys watch too many sci-fis? Don't make Corinthians.

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🍋‍🟩 starberry-skyfield Follow

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐏

Name: Genevieve

Height: 166 cm

Favorite show: Resident Alien

Favorite snack: Caramel popcorn

Software: ? What does this mean? Windows 11

First song: Don't remember

Favorite game: Sims 3

Hair color: Dark blonde

Countries traveled: Canada, Japan

Dogs or cats: Dogs

Eye color: Blue

Last song listened: Liquid Smooth by Mitski

Phone wallpaper: I like green

TAGGED BY: @kermiance TAGGING: @crownless-crimson (i hope you're feeilng better!) @poloniusweeps @mixomadie @shutupchrissy (i know you like fillouts)

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🔥v1butalmostirl Follow

APPARENTLY ONE OF MY FRIENDS IS JUST UNABLE TO RECOGNIZE COLORS? WHY DOESNT ANYONE TALK ABOUT HOW SOME WAR-MADE CORINS ARE REALLY BADLY MADE? HES FROM THE EAST COAST AND HIS SYSTEMS DON'T RECOGNIZE BLUE FROM GREEN AND MORE EVEN THOUGH HIS OPTICS CAN SEE LITERALLY SEE IT ITS DISGUSTING HOW PERSONHOOD WAS DEVELOPING FOR CORINTHIANS BUT IMMEDIATELY DIMINISHED DURING THE WAR SOME WAR-MADES HAVE NEVER FELT KINDNESS

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Sometimes I want to be human Organic, real, warm, soft Cartilage and bone Blood, enamel, keratin Does anyone feel me? Sometimes it upsets me so bad when I realize I can't smell soap or the candles in my kitchen. Or when I make food for my cat. Or when I wake and realize that I can't stretch or yawn. But that would mean I'd lose myself... because humans definitely have feelings different. But would that be so bad? Burned, with ashes, rising up into beauty and wonder?

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dumb question i know but do you guys wash your vessel plates with a clorox wipe one at a time or hop in a shower if youre sealed

on sunday mornings i like to put them all in the dishwasher because i really dont have another use for em. and then when i get em out its like ahhhh. squeaky clean

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𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐏

Name: JZK (Not my real name)

Height: 6' / 185 cm

Favorite show: Star Trek: The Next Generation

Favorite snack: I can't eat.

Software: IceLemon v6.8

First song: Yesterday by The Beatles. Someone who worked at where I was developed had a cassette player lying around. The mic barely picked it up but I was delighted to hear music for the first time.

Favorite game: Most of the Amnesia series, Resident Evil 2 and 3, Halo 1 and 2. I'm not good at shooting games but I like the stories most of the time.

Hair color: Brown

Countries traveled: USA (I'm British), Germany, Norway, Italy

Dogs or cats: Dogs. I plan on getting one.

Eye color: Red

Last song listened: Cloudbusting by Kate Bush

Phone wallpaper:

TAGGED BY: @starberry-skyfield Thank you, Genevieve. TAGGING: @becquerel-tears, @bl33ding-hartzzz, @v1butalmostirl, @liminalbrainwave, @clockwork-dreamings

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Fellas is it gay to help a corin with their maintenance and then accidentally screw their head completely off and then laugh about it as you play a game of soccer and then suddenly they explode violently like the guy from daft punk and you sit there clutching the remains of them sobbing even though you know the day would come to an end

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Here.

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POST CANCELLED GET OUT OF MY DUNGEON

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[theloverscardtarot]

I know you may not be willing to post this take but here goes. Woulda sent to Shamrock too but they must block unfollowers since I can’t send an ask. I have never been ‘’into’’ tarot but I will say I enjoyed the OG blog and for quite a while I did follow the more recent versions of accounts that posted Evan tarot content. And TBH I can say I never saw anything that I found ‘’problematic’’ – yes, I will admit some things were a bit less realistic than others but as far as I’m concerned it was in good fun and not something meant to be taken as an agenda of the OP. But as soon as Evan and Natlie showed that they were more than a one night stand, ya’ll lost the plot. Whether you mean to or not you are basically catering to the Rosa’s of the fandom and feeding into mental illness which is this obsessive nature of knowing about what they’re doing, feeling, whether they’ll be ‘’soulmates’’ eternally and that sort of shtick. You can’t say you’re not aware because I feel like multiple people have mentioned this to blogs including me, as a warning like ‘hey, not sure if you’ve realized but one of the most problematic people in the fandom is the one girl always in your ask box’. Those of us who have been in the fandom for a while know how Rosa types and can tell it’s her, it’s no secret. Multiple people sent it to them and also to Tweam. That’s why we’ve ‘turned’ on ya’ll, not because we hate you. I hate what this situation has become and who you’re feeding into with the obsessive posting. I don’t believe anyone deserves hate, trust me, but what I mean is you got to do better and be mindful of it all. There can be real consequences to playing with these unrealistic people emotions who want to know about E+N because they’re upset over the relationship. And even if you don’t post this at least you cannot honestly say someone didn’t try and talk sense into the situation because I liked you and Tweam and every other Evan fanpage that is normal and doesn’t stir the pot. Also you need to think about how you’d feel if strangers were constantly rooting against you and posting negativity day after day after day. Evan is human too, remember that. Anywho that’s off my chest now. Peace.

Hi anon. I absolutely understand where you are coming from. But, what I would like to say is that we are not intentionally trying to get Rosa and the others excited so they can do what they do. And we are also not rooting against Evan and Natalie. if the readings were actually read by you and other people, you would see that we always say we are not against anybody. The cards might be, but I always try to look for the good. Shamrock and Admin both have their disclaimers in big giant print saying to take tarot with a grain of salt and it's just for fun. I highlight in red that I don't know anybody, I just started reading and this is just what it is. I am not an OG reader and this is very new to me. So, it doea blow my mind when some of the same cards come up for all of us. Miles and countries away. If you don't believe in it, that is completely fine. No shade here.

Now, I understand that Rosa, Jackie, etc. all have tendencies. But they had tendencies before this blog, during this blog ,after this blog. Rosa posted an actual address of where Natalie was staying. She didn't get that info from any of us. She has plenty of platforms to get actual information from. I'm also not sitting here saying Natalie is a bad person. Actually I posted a reading on her that was very nice. We never say they are the end all, be all or not. Everything going on is something that can be worked out. Only they know what needs to be done. I've seen the Tumblr pages out there hating on Natalie and I don't condone that at all. In fact if you or TWEAM or whomever actually read anything on here, you would see we NEVER intentionally hate on Natalie. The cards say what they say and we are not joining forces to make shit up and "cherry pick" By the way, I see everything on TWEAMS page, blocked or not. Rosa ain't the only one with a burner account. As for Evan being a human. Yep, last I checked he was a human. He is not visiting Tumblr. That man doesn't touch social media with a 1,000 foot pole. Evan is more than capable of taking care of himself. If he or anybody he knows doesn't want to read these pages, they don't have to. Neither do you. 🤷 Listen, I understand your concern, but at the end of the day, people are going to do what they do despite a tarot blog. You are trying to do damage control on Tumblr where most everybody is anonymous and half the people are on here cause they are bored. I mean, me included. If I didn't have Tumblr tomorrow I would not cry about it. In the grand scheme of life, Tumblr is not the holy Grail. I don't believe your intention was to scare me or be unkind. But, what I can say is the asks don't scare me. This is a modicum of my life. I have deleted several posts because they were straight up Rosa hating on Natalie. If I posted anything of hers, I'm always clear that I won't tolerate the hate. I don't think you all "hate" us. But, for all the posts stating there's no tolerance of it over there, I'm still seeing a lot of it allowed. That being said, I respect your opinion. I have no harsh feelings towards anyone. Come to my blog or don't. Ask me anything. The only thing I won't tolerate is hate.

[tirsynni]

Today's reminder: there is no "One size fits all."

This shows up in various ways. Perhaps you read a post and your immediate response is anger because the details in the post don't work for you or relate to you. In this case, you can reblog with the note "Not for me but maybe for one of my followers." This approach acknowledges that different things work for different people. Another option is just scrolling past. You don't waste your time with something clearly not meant for you and you don't insult the people who connected with that post.

Maybe someone posts something and you worry because you do what they're complaining about. If what they're complaining about is an approach that works for you, then it works for you and you aren't the target audience. I'm sure (in most cases) that OP isn't targeting you. They're stating a personal complaint on their blog, aware that it IS a personal complaint and isn't relevant for everyone.

...if it IS one of those people who decide that everyone who does things differently from them is wrong and they alone hold the objective truth, consider blocking them. Moderate your experience. Enjoy yourself and block the haters.

Don't feel bad if you do things differently than the OP because they work for you, but also don't attack or insult people who prefer different things. Learn when to scroll, know that you have followers who might appreciate it even if it doesn't benefit you, and realize there is no universal truth, especially when it comes to things which really don't have a major, objective impact at the end of the day.

I've had people comment on my posts and my fics with random, annoying things, just informing me that they aren't going to waste time on my long posts, that they hate the pairing in my fic and don't know why I wrote that, etc. Why waste time on this? Is it that important? In these instances, the person might want to pause scrolling online entirely and focus on some self-assessment time.

If the post connects with something that you do, please don't be hurt or offended. OP wasn't targeting you personally (and again, if they were, consider blocking). I do rants all the time online with the full awareness that there are BILLIONS of people in the world. Do you know why good psychologists dismiss personality tests? Because there are too many people with far too much variation for those tests to possibly work. Maybe OP is really annoyed with something because it doesn't work for them. It is nothing personal to you! If it works for you, then OP's post doesn't apply to you. Keep doing what you're doing, be happy, and realize there are far more important things in the world than a random internet stranger hating your self-insert fic. Don't let people police your joy.

Do you read a post and your first thought is "But what about me?" Take a moment, reflect if you get anything out of OP's post or fic or art or whatever, and if it isn't relevant to you, move on. Don't waste your time sharing your hate or apathy. Go find something that DOES connect with you. If you find yourself starting to angrily or apathetically reply, either to tell the OP all the ways they're wrong or just declare how this post didn't apply to you at all, sincerely take a moment for self-reflection. Why are you spending your time like this? Does this sincerely make you happy? Are there better things you can be doing right now? If not, you should probably focus on fixing that.

"Well, I have the right to an opinion!" And everyone has the right to block you. Your time has been wasted.

"But what if OP doesn't know --" OP already knows and/or doesn't care. Your time has been wasted.

"Yeah, well, it makes me happy to be a troll." Check out counseling, because in the long-term, you are literally doing more damage to yourself than people who are just going to block you online. You will be forgotten and you just harmed yourself and wasted your time for nothing.

"I didn't know and I feel bad about making this mistake." Don't feel bad! Maybe you did the thing because that was how you thought you were supposed to do it. Just change your method in the future. Maybe you do it because it is your preferred method. Then keep doing it because that is what works for you. No worries! At the end of the day, you are the one who has to live with it. Don't let strangers on the internet make you feel compelled to live to their standards.

Seriously, people... there are BILLIONS of people alive right now. Nothing is universal, especially random things on the internet. If there is something not immediately relevant to you, that is fine! I promise!

[lost-technology]

Issues of Fandom Past

I am sorry if I am feeling a little jumpy about blocks lately. (Turns out I solved the mystery as to why so many of my blogs are blanked out on some reblogs / replies from a mutual I've seen - the ops aren't doing it, it's because the moot apparently has a privacy setup for only moot reblogs / replies and I just realized it! Tumblr mechanics stuff. I swear, I've been on this site for years and learn something new every day. It's like playing Skyrim...) I think it's because I did run into, a couple of days ago, someone who didn't have my main blocked (didn't know about it) but had this blog / the Trigun blog blocked and I know why. I saw an old name from SPOOOOOOKY fandom-past come up on Ao3 and was all "Oh, I know that name!" and looked at their profile and saw their listed tumblr profile name, which I recognised when I tried to reblog something insightful I saw them say in terms of a '98 episode-review without commentary. And, nope, they had me blocked. I thought they would have forgotten about me or just not know me anymore / not find or care about the new username. Oh, well.

We had beef, like, 20 years ago. Over 20 years ago. This was someone who was part of a friend group in the old fandom I had a lot of fighting with and, ultimately, I came away with it feeling that I was the one who was mostly if not wholly in the wrong. My fighting started with the friend group when a then-friend of mine would antagonise people and then act like the bullied victim when they responded and would then rely on me as a "good friend" and a more aggressive person to fight their battles for them. Well, that's how it started and not where it ended. I got into it on my own with this set of friends and did my own wankery. I got into it with even more people because I used to have what I'll just lay out as "church-views" and hadn't yet accepted / contended with / or even knew it was a term - my own asexuality with mild sex-repulsion and got really pissy about people's ships and kinks in fandom and harped about the "immorality" of putting non-canon kinks into mah fandom! Yes, I was one of THOSE. But we all get older and hopefully wiser. Cringe dies (or gives way to new and hopefully more benign forms of cringe), but is forever remembered. I do remember, at some point, emailing a letter of apology to one of the friends in this friend-group addressing all and it being taken with gratitude, but I still hadn't examined everything that I needed to deal with at the time. I moved on since then, but I guess this is why my guts clenched when I saw one of the folks I used to know popping up again out of the Internet woodwork over on ol' Ao3 with updated fic-sets and on tumblr. I found out about the block when I was testing the waters on a comment-less reblog, in hopes I was forgotten, maybe, that my new username was unknown, or that we'd reached, after all this time, a level of truce. I don't want to try to be friends, but I think it would be nice if people in the old guard fandom could just pass each other in the hall, wave to each other and move on. Enjoy each others' art and insights, even. I see some people pop up from the old guard fandom. I haven't seen any of my old friends so far and have seen people I do not know who were apparently in other parts of the Internet in OG Trigun fandom who talk about it... but there are a few people who I see a name I recognize and gut-clench. No desire to fight because I'm like "Yeah, I was wrong, you were right, I've moved on," but get that clench because I am filled with shame over it all and am reminded of it. And then there's the matter of people whom I'd probably had problems with probably do have new usernames / different usernames on here and it's almost like? I'd like a list? So that maybe we can preemptively block each other so we don't accidentally share from each other and recoil from it if one or more of us aren't ready to clean-slate each other? I'd like to be clean-slated, but that is only something that guilty people want.