#i even typed out the questions by hand instead of copy pasting

[atydblack]

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regulus black x slytherin!reader

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this is part one of an ongoing series! think there will be 3 parts in total <3 no cws as this is gonna be pure angst

Being James Potter's younger sister inquired a lot to live up to. James was the perfect Gryffindor student who succeeded in all his classes, exuded confidence with his every word, had soulmates for friends and an even better girlfriend.

You, however, were almost the opposite.

You were sorted into Slytherin in your first year and although they tried their best to hide it, you could see the disappointment in James and his friends eyes as you walked over to the Slytherin table. Your parents were still accepting but there was some clear favouritism in the family, no doubt. You did well in classes however didn't ever see yourself becoming a prefect like James or being top of any classes.

You sat in potions next to your best friend, Lara. Her straight blonde hair and bright blue eyes opposed my black curly hair and dark brown eyes. You had always been jealous of her, she was the type to catch everyone's eye when she walked into a room while you just trudged in behind her.

"Do you have idea what this question means?" Lara asks you, huffing slightly as she rested her chin in her hand.

"You really think I'd have the answer if you didn't?" You joked. You glanced up at Slughorn who had started dozing off behind his desk and you smirked. "Look."

Lara mirrored your smirk and you both dropped your quills on the desk to turn around and start talking with your friends instead.

"I'm bored out of my mind." Lara groaned to your other friend Freya sat behind you.

"Slughorn says if we don't get these all finished, he's gonna give us all detention until we get them done." Freya rolled her eyes, but you could clearly see that she'd almost finished.

"Have you got the number to 42?" You asked her with wide eyes, trying to sway her in to letting you copy her. "And 43, 44, 45... and the rest?"

"Merlin your voices are retched." A voice came from a couple desks to your right, none other than Enoch Wilkes. He was a tall boy with sleeked back greasy hair and a superiority complex due to his family heritage.

"What's your problem, Wilkes?" Lara shot at him.

"I'm trying to actually do my work but all I can hear is Potter's squeaky voice in my ear." Wilkes replied with a grunt.

"She's just as unbearable as Saint Potter except dumber." Icarus Nott joined in from next to him.

"What did you just say?" You spat, standing to your feet and making your way over to them with your wand gripped tightly in your palm, willing to do anything to stand up for your older brother. There was a third boy sat with them, Regulus Black.

Regulus had always been quiet, however he never failed to be part of the horrid Slytherins who gave your house a bad name and thought they were elite causing them to look down on everyone else. He had only made a few sly comments in past years, but everyone knew his thoughts on muggle blood.

You were also a pureblood, but would never allow yourself to feel any prejudice towards anyone else.

You couldn't deny that Regulus was attractive. He looked a lot like Sirius... however his facial features were softer. His dark black hair fell onto his forehead effortlessly and his green eyes complimented his pale skin.

"You heard me." Nott mocked you, not moving from his seat. You had gained a small audience as everyone's head turned towards you.

"What an embarrassment having a Gryffindor blood traitor for a brother." Wilkes joked, not backing down. "At least Black had the right idea and cut his off, what's stopping you from doing the same?"

"Y/N, sit down." Freya begged from across the classroom, not wanting to get either of you in trouble. "He's not worth it."

"You have no idea what you're talking about." You smirked, holding up your wand and pointing it right at him.

You were closest to Sirius out of all your brothers friends. He had moved in with your family two years ago after he left his family and you'd always been there for him, especially during everything that happened with his brother Regulus. Regulus was clearly a lost soul, strung along on the same ideologies as his parents however he would send letters to Sirius every once and a while but continued to act like he didn't exist at school.

"Leave it, Wilkes." Regulus muttered. Funny this is the first time he had ever attempted to stick up for you and it was only to save his own back.

"What's she talking about, Black?" Nott glanced at him, but Regulus' eyes were set on yours as you stared each other down. You knew you would never actually say anything to expose Regulus as doing so would only hurt Sirius too, but you could sense how scared he was that you'd open your mouth.

"She's a freak." Wilkes chuckled. "Just like her brother."

This sent you over the edge as everything turned red. You dropped your wand to the floor and quickly punched Wilkes square in the nose.

"Olive!" Lara shouted from across the classroom.

You felt a pair of strong arms pulling you back as you attempted to go in for another hit.

"What on earth is going on?!" Slughorn announced and you all froze. You turned around to see it was in fact Regulus' arms that were holding you back and a brush grew on your cheeks. "Black, Potter - sit down at once!"

You both complied, with a guilty expression you made your way back over to your desk and your friends gave you an apologetic look.

"I expect to see you both after class." Slughorn continued.

"But sir-!" Nott shouted, attempting to stick up for Regulus.

"I don't want to hear it." Slughorn quickly cut him off earning a scoff from the boy.

The lesson felt like it took hours to end but you felt slightly ill in your stomach when everyone else was packing up to leave but you and Regulus sat firmly in your seats.

"We'll be in the great hall; I'll save you a seat." Lara smiled at you before her and Freya took off out the classroom and to dinner.

"Both of you have detention with Filch every night after dinner starting tomorrow." Slughorn mumbled, uninterested. You scoffed as you were way too used to detention with Filch now.

When you were dismissed, you quickly stood to your feet and attempted to leave ahead off Regulus to avoid any awkwardness. You began walking down the corridor, ready to rant to James about what had occured.

"Potter!" Regulus called from behind you. You stopped in your tracks and turned on your feet with a confused expression on your face. He approached you slowly and timidly before speaking. "I-uh. I wanted to thank you for not saying anything about Sirius and I."

"I didn't do it for you. I did it for Sirius." You mutter before turning back around and leaving him there dumbfounded.

You reach the great hall and make a B line for your brother and his friends. James smirked at you as you approach him with a sour expression on your face before sitting in between him and Sirius, your green robes standing out in the sea of red.

"What's up with you, Y/N?" Sirius smirked before patting me on the top of your head.

"I've got detention again this week." You huff, crossing your arms and leaning them on the table.

"How do you manage to get yourself into so much trouble?" Lily quizzed you, a humorous look on her face that mirrored the rest of the group.

"She takes after me, that's why." James joked but you only rolled your eyes in response.

"Yeah, apart from the brains." You sigh, leaning your head on Sirius' shoulder. You glanced over at the Slytherin table and quickly caught eyes with Regulus, who must have been staring at you. You kept eye contact for a short moment before he turned his head and acted like it never happened. You furrow your eyebrows and listed your head once again. "At least I'm the better-looking sibling." You continue, causing everyone to laugh.

"Keep dreaming, kiddo." James rolled his eyes.

"Go on then, what did you do this time?" Remus questions you.

"I punched Enoch Wilkes in the nose during potions." You say smugly causing everyone to laugh once again.

"I would advise you that violence isn't the answer, however we can make some exceptions for people like that." Remus smirked.

"Tell me about it, they're horrid." You scoff before stealing some food from James plate. "No offence obviously, Sirius."

"Go ahead," Sirius chuckled. "I had to endure it for most of my life."

[kurokawaia]

Sanzu Haruchiyo X fem!Reader 彡 She's Cold Hearted 彡 drabble

(filled request) So generally, I was wondering if you could write a Sanzu (any timeline you see fit) x fem(or gn)! reader? Something where reader is more of the stoic and reserved(borderline 'emotionless') type of person. Where literally 24/7 they have a resting bitch face and comes off as the most dry and uninterested person ever 😭- but, with him they're so soft and sweet? It's like a whole new person. (extra because this has been stuck in my head ; because reader can't process emotions that well they like, overthink their romantic feelings for Sanzu a lot? almost as if 'what are you doing to me?' type of thing- Like a first love situation! )

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You're known for the silence, your eyes, how sharp they are and how disinterested you constantly are. Your colleagues and those who cross paths with you rarely see more than the bitch face you wear. You were the person no one expected to laugh, to joke, or to even smile.  But then, there was him. Sanzu.

"Hey, why the serious face?" he teased one afternoon. 

You're heart pounds. You didn't react then and there, letting the silence stretch out. To anyone else, it was confirmation of just how standoffish you were. But Sanzu—Sanzu knew better. He knows everything about you. "Is it really so very hard to smile?" He leaned his head in, inches away from your face, almost pinning you to the wall. You let out a breath, one you hadn't realized you'd been holding, and met his eyes. For a moment, your usual mask slipped, the edges of your lips curling up, so faintly it would be imperceptible to anyone else. But not to him. His eyes widened. "I smile more than you think," you whispered. The softening around Sanzu's eyes shifted the weight in the air, always did when he got you to crack that outer shell and showed him how soft you really air. He leaned in closer and your heart stops. "I know."

What's he doing to me... you think, a pink hue coating your cheeks.

Then, weeks past, and you could feel a funny feeling growing inside of you every time you saw Sanzu. The next time you saw him, he caught the subtle shift in you. When he spoke and your responses, normally so... cold, came out softer, and only to him. "Are you okay?" he asked once while scanning your face. You faltered. 

It was one of those questions that seemed to carry so much weight. The part of you that was leery about getting too close wanted to scoff, to brush him off like you always did. But instead, you heard yourself say, "I don't know." His eyes never left yours. Then, hesitantly, he reached out, his fingers touching yours in a touch that was almost tentative. "I'm here," he said. "Only for you though, and my drugs."

You roll your eyes. "Thanks," you scoff but you don't pull your hand from his own.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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an: sorry for how short this is, im running out of writing juice :(

[50shadesofoctarine]

Why you should write that AO3 comment:

Hello! I am an AO3 author and professional fandom dipshit. This is an "essay" on why you should leave that comment on the fanfic you just read.

Table of Contents:

"Commenting is too much effort!"

"I don't know what to write!"

Do you want more fanfic?

Fan creators are human beings, not AI content generators.

You can count it as charity work on your metaphysical taxes.

"Commenting is too much effort!"

Yes, writing a comment takes energy. I'm an introvert, I get that. I have two counter arguments to this point.

AO3 comments are not the SAT:

This is a comment from my latest fic, Quantum Entangled.

Three words and a heart. It requires zero consideration, it isn't specific to the fic, it's something you could copy-paste, even. A comment like this is better than nothing. I'll let my reply from AO3 explain why:

"You know what, I appreciate this way more than you'd probably expect. The temptation to lurk is a strong one, both for social anxiety reasons and internet content-consumption culture reasons. But when people lurk, I can't tell that they've enjoyed the story. The more people that lurk instead of interacting, the more I assume that my work wasn't good enough, irrespective of the reader's actual feelings. So this was a very welcome comment to read. Thank you for indicating your enjoyment. I will endeavour to write more stuff for you to lurk on in the future. :)"

A comment like this, one that is as thoughtless and low effort as possible, is still a comment. Something that denotes a reader's interest. Because, and I can't be clear enough about this, I HAVE NO OTHER WAY OF KNOWING THAT YOU LIKED IT. Kudos and comments are my only window into the reader's experience.

Sure, I'd love more detailed and thorough comments on my work, but, if that expectation is the thing that's going to stop you from commenting at all, I'd prefer the bland copy-paste appreciation.

Onto my second argument.

Do you know what also takes effort? WRITING THE DAMN FIC:

You do not get to complain about being forced to type a congratulatory handful of words after reading that 200k slow-burn fantasy au. Do you know how many hours went into that thing? Do you? Because I can guarantee that it was A LOT. All that writers are asking for is a single emoji. A kudos, at the very least. Consider the effort that went into the creation that you've just experienced and give just a thimble full of it back.

Authors lay out a feast for you to devour. They're only requesting a "thank you".

"I don't know what to write!"

Like in the previous example, an AO3 comment can be as simple as three words saying that you appreciated it. Just an acknowledgement that you were there. It doesn't have to be fancy.

But if you want fancy...?

Here's one of my comments, from Tishae's Better Together.

Let me break it down for you.

"Stunning. This au is so well developed. I love how you managed to maintain tension after the point that they discover that their feelings are requited. This was brilliantly paced, and the action (esp the ending) was so engaging."

The comment opens with appreciation. (Think of it as a sandwich with love as the bread. It starts and ends with my enjoyment.)

There are specific details about what I liked.

"If I may ask, what was the crime that the Metatron committed? Maybe I'm bad at reading between the lines or maybe I missed something, but I'm really curious as to what dirt they have on him. Victimless? Bad enough for imprisonment, but not so morally reprehensible as to make Anathema reveal it? Did he embezzle? That's all I can really think of."

Continues with a specific question about the story and plot.

Shows that I was critically engaged and actively considering the story.

You don't have to have questions about every fic that you read, but don't be afraid to ask them if you do. I love it when people ask me about my work.

"Thank you for the delicious food. I honestly thought that you were going to have Crowley's final look be something in grey (black and white being the theme of the show, metaphorically representing separation/binary, so Aziraphale was uncomfortable with it due to the implications. Grey, symbolising unity/shades of grey as an idiom, would then be the biggest middle finger to the Metatron) but I do really like what you came up with."

Gratitude.

Thoughts about how I read the plot. (This is something I particularly love to read as an author. Please tell me what's going on in that funky lil' brain of yours!!)

"I'm hoping this comment provides plenty of dopamine. If the task activation and instant gratification parts of your brain light up, you might be more likely to write GO content again. Love your work, thanks for sharing it. I hope you gain 3 inches of metaphorical dick length. Please keep writing."

Encouragement to keep writing. (This is the best way to ensure that creators remain in the fandom)

A funny comment to sign off.

Now that you know what to comment, let's start on the real reasons why you should.

Do you want more fanfic?

Fun fact! Fanfictious Authoria are a species that sustain themselves entirely on a diet of brain worms, unfinished WIPs, and kudos. As one of the three fundamental food groups, removing kudos from the fandom ecosystem causes a complete collapse of the natural order. In times of unprecedented scarcity, entire populations of Fanfictious Authoria can die out completely. This means that the production of fanfiction, in that particular region of fandom, stops entirely, often causing major ecological damage, and the subsequent deaths of fan species in the same genus. (Like the Fanfictious Artia, or the Fanfictious Editour, both of which subsist on fanfiction based diets to survive.)

In conservation efforts, experts are imploring readers to donate kudos and comments toward any fandom region that they want to stay alive.

But I digress.

When I want more content, I tell the author. Ask and you shall receive; it's the best way to convince an author/artist to make more.

My comment on @mrghostrat's And They Were Streamers

You liked it? Then COMMENT! Not for the author's sake, but for your own. You want to see the ending of a WIP? Well, it'd be a terrible shame if the author gave up on it because they thought no one was reading... They don't know that you enjoy their work until you TELL THEM. They're not psychic, you have to help them hear you. Commenting on the things you like influences the creators of said things to attribute the act of making content (and, notably, making the type of content that specifically appeals to you) with the dopamine hit of reading your reaction. Treat them like Pavlov's dogs. Ring the kudos-bell.

Fan creators are human beings, not AI content generators.

They have real human feelings and real human egos. The contemporary attitude towards media engagement is skewed towards algorithmic, instant, and uncritical consumption. This is pumping straight gasoline into the beautiful lakes of our fandom ecosystem. Fandom cannot afford to treat its creators like mechanical text generators. We are not an unfeeling assembly line, only there to produce content. We are enthusiasts, engaging in our hobby. No fan creator has to show you anything. They are fully within their rights to keep their works hidden in their computer files, never to see the light of day. Every fanfic on AO3 is only there because someone had the grace to share it with you. You are not entitled to an author's work, just as they are not entitled to your kudos. We have a mutually beneficial arrangement. Do not forget your part in this symbiosis.

It's a problem that extends beyond AO3. Tumblr is a less enthusiastic place than it used to be. Fandom as a whole is drifting towards a consumption mindset. I, for one, am sick of it. Reblog things, like them, share them. Make fanart of fanart. Who gives a shit? Do the cringy thing. You don't have to cultivate your blog aesthetic. Be who you are, like what you like, and have enthusiasm about all of it. Fandom should be an expression of radical self acceptance. Embrace it. Leave essays about fics that you liked. Reblog the essays of other's when you see them. Exist in the mutual joy of seeing and being seen. You are not just an external observer, absorbing content from a distance. You are here too. Wave back at us. Say 'hi.'

You can count it as charity work on your metaphysical taxes.

My final appeal is a moral one.

Commenting on AO3 is just a kind thing to do.

You are your actions. Are you the kind of person who does the kind thing when no one is watching? When no one will care?

Fanfiction is a hobby, and I'm not here to guilt you about how you spend your leisure time. I'm only here to say that there is a kindness you could be giving the world.

If you are one of the people that performs this kindness, I thank you.

[violetmuses]

Iron - T. Richmond ❤️‍🩹

Title: Iron - T. Richmond ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Rebel Ridge” Film Universe

Character: Terry Richmond

Pairing: Terry Richmond + Jessica Sims

Main Storyline: Officer Jessica Sims meets Terry Richmond for the first time.

@episodes-ff @diaries-of-me @pocketsizedpanther @blackgurlnhermoods @sweettea-and-honeybutter @babybratzmaraj @persethegawd @uzumaki-rebellion @nahimjustfeelingit-writes 🏷

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2024

Sunlight welcomed this rural town by morning as Officer Jessica Sims drove her longtime Crown Vic toward the Shelby Springs Police Department.

Gravel rolled beneath each wheel, but Sims looked past windows to see this man standing by closed doors and holding two mobile coffee cups.

Curious beyond help, Jessica still parked the vehicle and closed that driver's seat door, walking between rocks in uniform to greet this stranger.

“Hey, there. How could I help you?” Her Southern accent pulled this typical introduction and she'd constantly hope to settle witnesses down.

“Morning, Ma'am. I need to report a crime.” While this man could've towered Jessica beyond height, his tight shirt clothed that muscular frame and dark service tattoos inked one of his arms.

His deep voice shouldn't have piqued her attention, but Jessica watched as this man waited for another response.

“Follow me.” Pulling herself together from within, Jessica watched this stranger open that door first while palming the drink carrier with his opposite hand.

Goodness gracious. Despite facing countless thoughts, Jessica walked past the main threshold, ready to work.

______

This man introduced himself as Terry Richmond and sat across from Jessica's small desk, nearly enveloping the second chair found in place.

“Someone stole your cash?” While typing another police report, Jessica questioned Terry for a moment.

“Yes, Ma'am.” Richmond still offered gentle kindness without smiling and charged his cell phone.

“Okay. Can you describe the suspect?” Jessica questioned.

“Big guy, White with blue eyes. Maybe 6”4 and must weigh 250 pounds.” Terry described one man.

“You have a good memory.” Jessica kept working, impressed here.

“Thank you. I don't have badge information, but his last name is Marston and there goes suspect number two.” Richmond still grounded details of two cops who stole bail for his cousin Mike.

“Pardon me.” Upon realization toward fellow officers, Jessica stopped typing and quietly excused herself from Richmond.

“Yes, Ma'am.” Even before Jessica stepped away, Terry's deep voice pulled through again and shook up senses further.

Who are you? She thought.

______

Bringing Officer Steve Lann and Chief of Police Sandy Burne, Jessica returned, but stood near this archway and longer handled the situation.

“You should challenge this forfeiture in court instead of harassing my officers, but otherwise? Fuck off.” Chief Burne revealed arrogance beyond words.

“Give back $10,000 and I'll disappear without fighting, but I just need to have my cousin out of jail.” Terry defended himself and continued recording the exchange after Burne caught Richmond's phone.

“Make a Xerox of this for me, Jess.” Chief handed Jessica over Terry's paperwork regarding the cash.

“Yes, Sir.” Not thinking twice, Jessica listened and headed toward this small printer, making an extra copy for records.

_____

Taking up space in the cramped room, Jessica found herself thinking again.

Joining that police department signaled various challenges, but this new case would tangle everything if Richmond brought out lawsuits.

Looking skyward, Jessica breathed and gathered that second copy as planned, walking right back toward the main zone of vintage precinct desks.

“Come back here on Monday morning and you'll see your cousin before the transfer starts.” Chief Burne updated Terry on his cousin Mike Simmons, who'd relocate to this state facility.

“Thank you.” Richmond nodded, grateful for this agreement as Jessica handed over the printout.

”Now fuck off.” Burne's accent pulled venom by Richmond once more.

“Yes, Sir.” Standing past disrespect, Richmond bid farewell to this place and would hopefully seek closure.

*******

The set deal failed. Richmond's chance blew out of nowhere when his cousin Mike died of countless injuries. Someone attacked from prison.

Enraged, Richmond took charge as a skilled Marine days later and defended himself against Burne's corrupt force. There's no other option.

Angry citizens even walked from shades to “help” the police officers, yet Richmond would still ground all without facing too much bloodshed.

As money returned, Jessica handcuffed Richmond and set his towered frame in that cruiser, but idiots kept yelling through frustration

“Line that motherfucker up!” One man heckled from the dirt plains.

“Don't get ignorant. This man is a veteran going through something difficult. We had a misunderstanding, but it's over. Now go about your business.” No longer hiding, Jessica corrected this group.

“Hey, thanks for that.” Terry's deep voice softened this time.

“It was for me, not you.” Jessica slammed the back door and rolled out, closing this battle.

******

Not long after Terry Richmond escaped Shelby Springs, resources dwindled and layoffs began, outright turning this department upside down.

Even Jessica struggled at times and news coverage swarmed Chief Burne on a regular basis, nearly waking the state altogether.

One day, her cell phone buzzed on the desk to signal this message.

Unknown: I'm sorry.

Terry Richmond offered kindness no matter what happened next.

Sims: I forgive you. Take care.

Slipping her response, Jessica settled in and continued working like nothing else took place.

[olderthannetfic]

How I would do 2023 ship stats

You know, normally, I don't bother to do much with top AO3 ships stats. That's partly because someone already does it and partly because I think they're stupid stats that just lead to people gloating about their blorbos "winning". But I do routinely have a look at what's new and popular when I'm doing things like making a dance party playlist for Escapade Con, just so I know what fans might be getting into lately. I have to say, collecting these is not hard. It's not even particularly time consuming.

Doing it super efficiently would be easier with a script, yes, but most fandom stats aren't actually collected with scripts, and if you're only looking for the top 100 ships, you can more or less do that by hand. How I would set about it for you, the random fan who's curious but not curious enough to learn to code, would be to log into AO3 and then find tags where you can see the sidebar. They should be tags that encompass the whole archive and that are mandatory and unique… in other words, ratings.

Since every AO3 work must have one and only one rating, you can just check these five and get a good sense of what's on there. There are some minor wrinkles to iron out, but it's a good preliminary research step.

The way you want to do it is to start with a spreadsheet. Open up your ratings URLs (and also paste them in the spreadsheet for convenience—google sheets will make clickable links). Copy all the sidebar top ships into a list. Filter out all of these ships. Copy the next set, etc. After a while, you'll have a good list that's longer than 100 ships but that most likely contains everything really popular. (Filter for things posted/updated/whatever in the past year if that's the data you're after. Filter for f/f or whatever topic you're interested in if that's the question you're asking instead.)

Use your spreadsheet to generate the actual links for each of these ships. AO3 URLs are predictable: you can generate them from knowing the exact spelling of the tag and the normal format of this type of URL. (There are a bunch of standard spreadsheet functions that can be used to get rid of the work count numbers you've copied from AO3 to get just the pure ship tags. I'd use things like =right() and =left().)

Open the links. Copy the work totals back to your spreadsheet. Voilà!

One drawback of this method is, obviously, that it's boring and tedious, but if you didn't like boring and tedious, why were you collecting fandom stats anyway?

A more important drawback is that in using exclude filters, it's possible you could miss a ship. If the posting patterns are just right, there might be something that has its numbers reduced by excluding other ships that should be on your list. You could have a similar issue if the ships on your list are mostly one rating (so higher in those searches) and some other slightly larger overall ship is spread more evenly. I would try to ameliorate this problem by looking at the sizes of the smallest ships you're covering. They will likely be bigger than the entire fandom section for most fandoms. Taking another look at the bigger fandoms that could be hiding a small-end-of-big ship can help double-check that you haven't missed anything. Grabbing the top 130 or 150 ships in some search while only looking for the top 100 will likely find most of the edge stuff too.

Add any ships that look like they should be double checked to your spreadsheet. Add their work totals. Re-sort your list.

Another thing to consider is that AO3 keeps track of the most recent update date on fics. That's what's easy to search by. If you're only interested in when a work was first posted, easy manual filtering isn't the way to go… However, if the objective is to see which ship tags were active in a given year, most recent update date is the relevant piece of data anyway.

You're not going to recreate centreoftheselights' exact analysis unless you collect data year to year, but you can come up with something pretty similar that answers a similar question, and you don't need to be a programmer to do it.

In the end, accept that some data require hard collection methods that a site doesn't easily offer you and you might have to scrape multiple times a year with a script if you want to know that particular thing… or you might have to randomly sample and hand-count as with FFN shipping stats. (Yes, I've done it. It can be done. It's just annoying.)

So when you're setting out to look at some stats question, the big first step is to decide what you're even asking and why and whether you're just wimping out and going with what's easy to collect instead of what you actually want to know.

...now I'm kind of curious. Maybe I'll go pull some 2023 numbers.

[corey-beepington]

Hello! After re-watching your Deltarune short film, Eviction Day, I can confidently say that I:

Am SO happy to find that you have a tumblr blog! :D

Absolutely LOVE that film, despite not being in the Deltarune fandom but still intrigued by the concept/story of Spamton and the Addisons - I genuinely think this is perhaps the BEST interpretation of Spamton's story (and possibly the best Deltarune fan project) I've ever seen!

I'd like to ask a couple of questions regarding the short film if that's okay with you:

What parts of the Addisons' personality did you want to show through your designs (the way they wear their jackets, their eye colour, body type, hairstyle, etc.) and why?

What inspired you to focus on Blue Addison's perspective for the film?

While I understand the references to Spamton Neo with the 'twisted angel' imagery, am I correct in theorising that 'Big Shot' equated to the whole angel thing Spamton became obsessed with (please correct me if this is not the case)?

(Btw I absolutely adore your design of Blue Addison - he's adorable and looks like he'd give the best hugs! And I think he definitely needs a hug after what he witnessed in the short film.)

Thanks for enjoying my silly short film...first time ive ever gotten a big ol string of questions about it sooooo -puts on my reading glasses screen or whatever would be the equivalent for a silly little television-

There we go, i do love talking alot about what goes into a cartoon sooooo

here goes the Ramble

I love the addisons, and I LOVE when people give them individual body types instead of copy/pasting the same skinny twink..I think it adds alot more personality to them..especially since their entire personality is...I guess having no personality. I like to think they have an "advertising" personality which is copy/paste but once theyre off duty, they're themselves. I wanted to show this with one scene in Eviction Day where Blue Advertises when trying to rehearse what to say.

As for each Addison's design itself...Well..I knew the full group of addisons would have very very little screentime, yet I wanted the audience to FEEL for them ya know?

Actually, in the first first first draft of Eviction Day, the diner scene was MUCH longer...but it made Pink WAAAAAY too unlikeable...and I didn't wanna animate all of it.

So I had to make the designs count

In general, I love them with blacked out eyes, it makes them feel more...robotic...even a tad bit frightening...also a fan of their eye's being glowy and think a black scalera would amplify it. I remember seeing blacked out eyes for addisons one day when scrolling instagram..I don't remember the artist sadly, but I latched onto that hc almost instantly.

Their suits are pretty copy-paste with the exception of Pink who doesnt wear an undershirt and lets his fluff sort of hang out...it feels very Pink to me...speaking

Anyway, each design individually

Pink

Pink is..well Pink, very sharp, probably the one who gets the most sales and thus designed to be the most "conventionally attractive" out of the bunch. As mentioned above, I wanted to show how proud he is by him being the only addison who doesn't wear an undershirt and preferring to let his fluff hang out.

He's only in a few shots..but he exists to well...foreshadow...I mentioned in another ask, I don't see Pink as a jerk, more as a guy overcompensating on his hate towards Spamton to cover up deep down missing him and being worried. He worried once Blue shows signs of distress.

Very superficial.

Yellow

My yellow, unlike popular hc, is far more chill, a gentle giant if you would...like he's a guy you can depend on, but very shy despite his looks. He never appears until the end at the Trash Zone so this gives me the "he's shy" hc...or he's also not much a seller. I see Yellow as a guy who sets up his group's store front...and probably beats up viruses with his bare hands, you know the behind the scenes backstage guy.

He's dependable and friendly, and that's why he is how he is.

Orange

He exists.

Like...I'm not super attached to Orange...So he's just...Orange...generic...I see him more as holding a managerial position over the group over selling (he does try to scam you)..but he was never doing anything major in the short so he just...Exists I guess.

BLUE

BOY BABY BOY. HE IS MY FAVORITE.

Blue strikes me as the friendliest and most huggable of the group, in game he doesn't scam you....or even try to...he just gives you free samples...and you can take as many as you want!

I wanna think he's not a great salesmen, but he's built at "marketable plushie" size so he can at very least draw people in...considering your intent to hug him, I think it's working.

For some weird reason, a handful of people have asked in a "is this a fetish" way or even been upset at me for making blue plus sized and to that I say

go outside.

You'll find that people of all shapes exist in the real world <3

Just for you anon, here's some old concept art. I wanna give a big big thanks to my friend SPAMiGO who helped me tie down their designs. I'm not the best character designer, so he was a huge help in making these designs nice!

2. Why Blue?

Awhile ago, I made an animation called "Spamton's Biggest Deal"

Alot of people liked it for some reason.

I wanted to do something like that again...I honestly didn't quite like this cartoon, it was rushed and ew old spamton art...

I didn't want it being my only contribution to the Deltarune fandom...I was feeling...quite ambitious....

So it crawled so Eviction Day could run.

I'm a horror artist by nature, I LOVE horror and I wanted to MAKE another horror deltarune cartoon because it was VERY heavily requested...but i didn't know what

Over the summer in 2022, I ended up cosplaying the Blue Addison..in my research...I found the line about garbage noise...

I think every scary thing that could be done with spamton has been done.

But this

This detail was so overlooked.

There was SO MUCH horror to be had in this scene that I just HAD to do something with it.

And so I wrote the first script in august...I really fell in love with the blue addison around this time and wanted to share my love of this overlooked character with other people.

Also I ship blue addison and spamton really hard and struggled to find Content

(disclaimer because someone will ask: I do not headcanon the addisons as brothers)

So this was another way to spread my gospel...albeit subtly....

Ships do things to a person.

When Undertale's anniverssary came around, I re-posted it to twitter and asked

"why the hell did you guys like this"

I got alot of good answers, i asked what was good, what was bad, what you'd like to see

And then weaved it all together.

I officially began on the short in september of 2022.

but tldr: i liked the character, i liked the horror, 123 addisons making out cyber cafe.

3.

Ah...the mural....

Ok I'll spill the beans, the mural was the very first shot that beamed itself into my head when Eviction Day was barely a thought...just the image of Blue Addison staring at something...horrible...

It was the sole reason I made the film

I plan on doing a more elaborate post on my patreon in the future about it because there was SO MUCH thought that went into this one 5 second shot.

as for your question specifically

There's many ways to interperet the mural tbh...I wanna think Spamton saw himself as a savior...an angel...one who would bring the light and become big..bigger than anything

A God.

or something like that.

That's all the time for now anon. I hope this answered your questions....as I said I will ramble on and on about pre-production stuff, sometimes ill throw stuff up on the patreon as well (the animatic is there now actually) if you wanna support more stuff like it too!

Now go take a rest...your eyes must be so sleepy reading all this

[ratatouillewastakendammit]

Regrets

Chapter 4

Warnings/Chapter Index

Next chapter

PSA: I just realized that when I copy/paste into tumblr from AO3 it didn’t take in my italics so I’m gonna be re-editing chapters for a while since our main girl is having some inner thoughts and I need to show those 🫶

“Seize them.”

The dark haired male in front of you, who you still had yet to know the name of, took out a cellphone and quickly typed in a number. Yet, you still felt that icy gaze in your direction, even if you wouldn't meet it, and shuddered slightly in discomfort. However, you did look after feeling a slight prod, only to see Machi, who was holding some sort of glowing string, almost like luminescent spider silk.

So, that's her nen ability... Fitting.

You realized what her nudge meant and immediately complied, moving your arms around your torso without a fuss. With almost superhuman speed, your wrists were bound behind your back, just as the two boys were. It was a strange feeling; if you didn't move, it almost felt as though your hands were being held together by air alone, but the invisible thread tightened with every small movement or sign of struggle, almost like a Chinese finger trap. It made you wonder what else she could do with them.

The woman in question spoke up once the three of you were restrained. "Shouldn't we just get rid of the boys here?"

"No. I have faith in your instincts." Dammit. "If they're connected to the chain user somehow, we should keep them alive, along with her."

"My instincts aren't all that trustworthy."

"Hey, can I ask you something?" The five of you all looked down at Gon, who actually looked quite perturbed despite the current situation. His eyes flitted in your direction for a millisecond before coming back to the Troupe members. "How can you kill people who have nothing to do with you?"

His question, one of the questions that you had stayed up late pondering, made your heart palpitate. A single tear slipped down your cheek, blending into the heavy rain, but that was it. Yes, you were in pain and terrified, but you could mourn your family once more when everyone was safe. Instead, you focused on the ever-growing admiration for the child next to you. It was a wonder he was able to end up in such life-threatening situations and still look danger right in its ugly eyes for the sake of his friend, especially when all you could seem to do was freeze.

Lightning flashed. The visibility of your captors dimmed when the nearest street light exploded, turning them into shadow monsters on the street. Their leader stepped forward to get a better look at the boy, gray eyes meeting brown as the two males launched into a staring match.

"You have a lot of hostility for someone who's just surrendered." He turned his face towards the sky. Rain started to flow freely through his hair, slipping down his jawline and onto his neck. "Perhaps because they've nothing to do with us? No. On second thought, it's not that simple. My motives are unimportant now. I don't like speaking of them. But surprisingly enough, or just as I suspected, the reason's the key to understanding myself."

What is he talking about?

Another sharp bang of thunder made you jump slightly, which unfortunately re-earned the attention of the leader. Turning his neck again to face you, the man seemed to be thinking something over, although you didn't keep eye contact long enough to notice.

Finally, he gave a small nod forward. "Let's go."

So you began to walk.

Their boss led the group with you and the boys compact in the middle, sandwiched between Shizuku and Machi.

The night was cold and you were guessing it would be long as well. The sky above you was a deep navy that almost swallowed up the otherwise luminous moon. It was peaking from the holes throughout dark, angry clouds. Thankfully, the thunder and lightning sequences weren't frequent, allowing for an almost peaceful environment. Maybe in another city you would have snuggled up in bed with a television show or book, listening to the calming weather outside your window.

The rhythmic sound of footsteps kept you at a soft pace together.

Tip tap tip tap

Soon, they even started to fuse together with the pitter patter of the rain surrounding you.

Tip tap tip tap

Keeping your eyes glued to the shoes in front of you, the world around you almost seemed to float away as you drifted deeper and deeper into the ocean-like land of your imagination. You didn't even want to leave, just stay here like a puppet and let your feet continue to guide you, not having to worry about what would come next.

Unfortunately, the soft noises of rain and footsteps were hypnotizing enough to completely drown out what their leader said next.

Your walking came to an abrupt stop as you rammed into whatever was blocking your path, falling back on the ground from the lack of balance with your arms being tied being you. In an attempt to catch yourself, the soft palms of your hands skid across the pavement, creating tiny, red cuts on their surface.

You ignore the two grunts from behind you, which were most likely from the boys being restrained or just surprised, and looked forward.

Then quickly looked back down.

The man had turned around and was staring at you sprawled on the concrete. However, instead of the emotionless, unbothered expression he had seemed to use before, he was smiling. It wasn't sinister or disingenuous, just a tiny smile that almost seemed polite or maybe amused.

"My apologies. I thought you heard me."

Instead of answering, you simply continued staring at the rough ground, ignoring the sting on your hands that began to grow stronger.

Someone, who you correctly guessed to be Machi, firmly grabbed your arm and lifted you to your feet. Their boss had pulled out a cellphone, probably the reasoning for the sudden stop.

"Alright. We'll be waiting in the lobby of the hotel." Turning it off, he faced the rest of you. "Looks like they found out the chain user's identity."

To your right, both of the boys gasped, but you didn't dare make a sound, fearful that if you opened your mouth everyone would hear how loud your heart was beating through your throat.

"That just leaves three more." He turned from the other troupe members to you and the boys. "Let's go."

Then, to your surprise, he held out a hand in your direction.

For a split second, you thought he was going to hit you and flinched away from his direction. But the male didn't move, simply watched to see what you would do next. Your eyes darted from his outstretched palm to his face, which was still seemingly neutral, but now had the essence of a disgustingly charming smile bleeding through.

That's when you finally realized what was going on and turned around to see Machi and Shizuku holding Gon and Killua by their arms in a way that almost looked natural, at least to the outward public, a simple strategy to avoid prying as eyes you got into much more crowded territory.

Don't freak out.

Taking a small breath through your nose and facing the front again, you stepped forward and lifted your arm to make enough room in between it and your waist, still not meeting those dark eyes. His hand gently snaked under your left elbow, softly grabbing it with one hand and resting the other in his jacket's pocket. He then pulled you just a little closer, eliminating the space you had tried so hard to create. A sharp gasp escaped your throat as he did so.

He hummed in satisfaction at your reaction before starting to walk again, giving the nod for his recruits to follow.

You thought his clasp would've made your skin crawl, but it seemed easier since no direct contact was made with your bare skin, the thin fabric of your right sleeve creating a barrier. It wasn't even the same sickly way you had felt with Hisoka’s hand wrapped around your neck. Then, it was like you were tainted, exposed to the same disease that had wiped out almost the entirety of the Kurta clan. This time, it was mostly just fear and guilt, a hot and steaming pile in the bottom of your stomach that did nothing to sooth your trembling.

Expensive cars zoomed past you, their bright, white lights illuminating your path and creating shadows on the pavement behind you.

You wanted to scream and call for help, but you couldn't.

More people would just end up killed.

And who knew if they would even answer?

So you just continued moving forward, attempting to keep in pace with the man's quick strides and dreading whatever would happen next.

XxXxX

Eventually, your party made its way to what you guessed was the Beitacle hotel, a large white building not dissimilar to the lodging Kurapika and you had found.

Your shoes clacked across the tile, which was the warm color of redwood tree bark. Compared to outside, the lobby seemed pleasant and cozy despite its higher modern interior. There also wasn't many people there, a fact which you ultimately decided was a positive.

Out of the few, however, one caught your eye.

Rain water dripped from your hair onto the already shining floor as you were led into the center of the room and positioned around a large, black marble column. You stood in between Machi and the leader, who had fortunately released his hold on your arm. Gon and Killua were still restrained, standing in front of the pink haired girl with Shizuku to the side of everyone.

Your eyes kept wanting to unconsciously flick towards the person of interest, needing to continuously affirm that he was there, but you kept them forward and locked on the wall in front of you. You wondered if Gon and Killua had noticed him as well.

That was answered in seconds.

"Oh come on! Don't you know what time it is?"

"Hm?"

Everyone, including their boss turned to see Leorio throw his newspaper on the table, face scrunched up in anger.

"Idiot! It's the Beitacle Hotel! How many damn time do I have to repeat myself? Well?" The Paladinknight trademarked tic was starting to form on the side of his forehead as he continued to scream into the phone.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Gon look up in surprise, his aura spiking in excitement.

Leorio seemed to notice this too.

"Hmm? What are you looking at, kid? Huh?"

Shizuku's voice sounded from your side. "Should I kill him?"

"Ignore him. Look the other way."

She followed her boss's orders and turned back.

However, Leorio was making it extremely hard not to be looked at.

"What? You think this is a show? Scram!" He was now glaring at some random businessmen inhabiting the lobby before turning back to his beatle phone. "Look. With failure like you working for me, my future's about to get real dark."

Oh.

Leorio, you are amazing.

"Listen. I'm gonna close my eyes, just this once. One more mistake and you're fired!"

I love you. Please marry Kurapika when this is all over.

"You better get over to the hotel by seven o'clock sharp. Do you hear me?"

Based on the other emotional waves coming from in front of you, Gon and Killua had received the message as well.

Seven o'clock.

Darkness for cover.

Anything else we need to know?

The radio so fortunately placed in front of Leorio seemed to answer your question.

"Okay, it's time for our last song. This request comes from Kichouu."

alright then, three more minutes!

Music echoed through the room, but you could only focus on the bronze clock a few feet above the 'help' desk.

"Everybody made it here."

Crap.

"Hey. What's this? You boys got caught again?"

Crap crap crap crap crap

Pakunoda and Kortopi, a small humanoid being with one eye poking out from a mop of grey hair, followed Nobunaga into the room.

The latter let out a sharp chuckle. "Okay. I get it. You changed your minds and decided to join us, right?"

"Look, we didn't know anything about your bounty. It was canceled, wasn't it?" Killua asked. "We just found out about it."

"You were stalking us and you screwed up again, huh? You kids never learn. I guess this must be fate at work."

Two more minutes.

"Well, let's be friends, okay?"

"Fat chance!"

"Hmm?" Nobunaga seemed surprised by Killua's answer, but ultimately pulled back and looked up to his boss. "I see you've apprehended the lady too. Have you found anything from her?"

"Nothing." That same, cold voice stated. "Has she spoken before?"

"Mhm." Nobunaga nodded. "She actually gave me some attitude when I tried arm wrestling the kid."

"Oh, really?" The man tilted his head then knelt forward to meet your gaze. "She won't even look at me."

Wait.

This works.

Just as he entered your line of vision, you made a big show of closing your eyes, hoping Gon and Killua would catch on.

"Oh wow, guess you're right. Must be scared shitless. She doesn't even wanna take a glance at your face!"

"I don't blame her." Killuas voice sounded from below you. "To be perfectly honest, I don't even wanna look at any of you!"

Perfect. Now we won't seem suspicious when we close our eyes.

"Yeah, me neither!"

Although you couldn't see it, Nobunaga let out another deep-throated chuckle. "What do you think, boss. These boys have got some guts, don't they? Their nerve reminds me of Uvo."

Instead of him answering, you heard Machi's voice.

"They're just little kids. They don't even know enough to be afraid. Even if the girl is 'scared shitless,' that just proves she isn't stupid. Now, describe the chain user to us."

"First things first. Why don't you check them once again Paku."

"Okay then. What should I ask?"

"Ask them, 'what are you hiding?'"

Damn, that's a good question. Straight to the point, but she can learn all kinds of information.

"And the girl?"

"If the boys don't know anything, we'll leave them here. But we're taking her back to the hideout for further questioning."

You heard a small grunt of agreement from Pakunoda, then the grainy voice of the radio dj from across the room.

"Well folks, there's only one minutes left in this week's broadcast."

One minute.

"Checking again won't do anything. If you want answers, I suggest asking someone you haven't questioned already." You replied.

"Oh, so she does speak. Here I was thinking you might have lost your voice."

His response sent another shiver down your spine. Even though you couldn't see, you could almost feel the scan of his eyes on your skin.

"It's no use anyway." Another tiny grunt at Killua's statement, this time of surprise. "Your ability. It lets you draw memories out of whoever you touch, doesn't it? Well, we're not hiding anything. And even if you-"

"I'll find out soon enough, so just be quiet."

"Even if we did know something, we'd hide it from you. It's not that hard. We'll think about some-"

Another sound shut Gon up.

"You boys seem confused. I extract the purest images that are beneath your consciousness. I'm not browsing through the surface thoughts you create. My questions are specifically designed to stimulate your memory. They're brought to the surface the same way a stone tossed into a pond stirs up sediment, the original memories are clean and processed. I simply scoop them up. Deceiving me is impossible."

"Tune in next week. This is JFN, and it's now 7:00 pm."

Here we go.

"It's time to ask my question."

Come on...

Hurry.

"What are you hiding?"

Pakunoda gasped as the clock sounded off, signaling the nineteenth hour of the day. Although it was faint, the click of the lights turning off could also be heard, everything starting to grow darker through your eyelids. Within a second, you opened your eyes to see Killua out of his restraints and kicking Pakunoda in the lower jaw. You and Gon pushed away from the wall, hoping to free yourselves as well.

With a sharp tug from behind, your body went flying back into the column. Apparently, Gon had been caught by the strings again as well.

Among the chaos, you watched Killua's fingernails elongating, ready to kill. However, based off her aura and position, Machi was also getting prepared for an attach.

"Killua, stop!"

But you were too late once again.

The small hand, which would've easily sliced through any regular human abdomen, was now lodged in between the woman's stomach muscles. In a moment of surprise, the white haired boy froze as Machi made a grab for his body. You knocked Killua to safety with an instinctive kick of your boot, but felt a strong grip on your torso. The woman pulled your body into hers and tightened the grip she already had on your strings before wrapping her arms around you.

"You're mine."

"Y/n!"

"Behind you!"

Gon barely had a second to look before his ankles were grabbed by Nobunaga.

"Well, it was a good shot, I'll give you that."

Killua seemed to have run into Pakunoda as well and now was being constrained, showcasing your attempted escape's final failure.

Nobunaga nodded as he surveyed the three of you, before harshly jerking his head to the left. You didn't realize why until your adjusted eyes caught the sharp object that was hurling in his direction, barely whizzing past his face. The unknown object rammed into the wall behind him, lodging itself into the stone with a tiny crack. "It came from the entrance!"

"So, that guy was working with them then?"

"Forget him!" He waved Shizuku off at the mention of Leorio. "We still have the two kids and the woman, right? Our eyes will adjust shortly."

"You're right." Moonlight reflecting off the glass door glistened in Shizuku's glasses as she looked around. "But wait, where did the boss go?"

"The boss is gone."

And they were right.

You, the boys, and a few members were still standing in the lobby, but their leader wasn't among them.

"Shizuku, hold this one."

"Sure."

Nobunaga passed Gon off like an object, not even bothering to turn the poor boy right side up. He was now in the hands of another, but was still hanging upside down by his ankles like an uncooked ham. It was almost comical.

"Are you okay, Paku?"

The woman was gripping the left side of her face as she turned to look at Machi. "He broke my left hand and a molar."

"We underestimated them." Nobunaga growled and walked over to the wall, grabbing the knife wedged there, along with what looked like a piece of scrap paper.

"You're not gonna believe this, but these kids-"

"Wait!" The blonde raised an eyebrow as the man cut her off, but he still seemed to be deeply preoccupied by whatever was on that piece of paper. "Pakunoda, it's for you."

She took the note, eyes glazing over whatever was written on it. Whatever was on it allowed you to see her emotions spike and her heart increase. A small tear ran even down the side of her face, falling onto the parchment and staining it a melancholy gray. You could tell her mind was running wild, although with what you weren't sure.

She didn't even notice when her name was called until the third time.

"Paku!"

Finally, she looked up, beginning to open her mouth before Nobunaga cut her off once more.

"Don't say a word from here in out. Got it?" He ordered. "Machi, you just focus on your nen threads. Since he left us a message, he'll probably try to contact us again soon. Until he does, these three are our hostages."

He grabbed a phone and pulled it up to his ear. After a minute, you could hear the faint response from the other end.

"Just hurry up, Phinks! Somebody has captured the boss!"

Boss.

It seems so odd.

Kurapika has captured the Phantom Troupe's boss.

What now?

[braveclementine]

Trials

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"Okay, here we go. Time travel test number one." Bruce said. "Scott, fire up the uh, the van thing."

They were back in the Avengers compound, Scott's van that held the quantum tunnel thing was parked in the large room. Steve walked around, checking everything, "Breakers are set. Emergency generators are on standby."

"Good, because if we blow the grid, I don't want to lose, uh, Tiny here in the 1950s." Bruce said.

"Is that likely?" Elizabeth asked nervously.

"Excuse me?" Scott asked at the same time.

"He's kidding." Nat said with a smile, typing on her phone and looked up at Bruce, "You can't say things like that."

"It was a bad joke." Bruce said.

"You were kidding right?" Nat growled out of the corner of her mouth as Scott headed towards the van.

"I have no idea." Bruce hissed back in panic, "We're talking about time travel here. Either it's all a joke or none of it is. We're good!" He called back to Scott in a cheerful manner, even giving him a thumbs up. "Get your helmet on. Scott, I'm gonna send you back a week, let you walk around for an hour, then bring you back in ten seconds."

Elizabeth glanced at Bruce and then started to pace.

"Make sense?"

"Perfectly not confusing." Scott answered.

"Good luck, Scott. You got this." Steve said.

"You're right. I do, Captain America." Scott said. Apparently his fascination with Steve hadn't gone away. And then he was gone as Bruce pulled him into the tunnel. . . thing.

"On the count of three. Three, two, one-" Bruce said.

He brought him back and he looked like a young kid, "Uh, guys? This doesn't feel right."

"What is this?" Steve asked.

"Is that Scott?" Nat asked.

"Yes, it's Scott." Scott could barely say before he was sucked back into the tunnel and out came an old man.

"Oh my back."

"What's going on Bruce?" Steve asked, starting to panic just a little.

"What is this?"

"Hold on just a second. Could I get a little space here?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Can you bring him back?" Steve asked, moving out of the way to stand next to Natasha.

"I'm working on it."

Now Scott was a baby.

"It's a baby." Steve said.

"It's Scott." Bruce exclaimed.

"As a baby." Steve repeated.

"He'll grow." Bruce argued

"Bring Scott back."

"When I say kill the power, kill the power." Bruce said.

"Oh my God." Nat groaned.

"And. . . kill it!"

Scott was back to normal.

"Somebody peed my pants."

"Oh, thank God." Nat said and Elizabeth sank to her knees in relief.

"But I don't know if it was baby me or old me." Scott continued, "Or just me, me."

"Time travel!" Bruce said excitedly.

Steve shook his head, putting his hands on his hips, turning towards where he saw Elizabeth now exiting the room and he felt something like guilt and frustration inside of him.

"What? I see this as an absolute win!"

Steve headed outside and found Elizabeth sitting on the bench, looking out at the space.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah." She said offhandedly. "Never thought it was going to work in the first place really. It was just scary. We lost so many people, I didn't really want to lose him either."

He remembered there was a time she used to run on optimism. Clearly, that wasn't the case anymore.

Suddenly, they both heard the squealing of tires and Steve frowned to see a car racing through the road. He went past Steve and then slowly reversed, Tony rolling down the window, "Why the long face? Let me guess he turned into a baby."

"Among other things, yeah. What are you doing here?" Steve asked.

"It's the EPR Paradox." Tony replied, not answering Steve's question, getting out of the car as Elizabeth joined Steve's side, "Instead of pushing Lang through time, you might've wound up pushing time through Lang. Sup Kitty. It's tricky, dangerous. Somebody could have cautioned you against it."

"You did." Steve responded, ignoring Tony's pet name for Elizabeth.

"Oh, did I?" Tony asked in fake shock. "Well, thank God I'm here. Regardless, I fixed it." Tony held up the back of his hand, showing something that Steve had no idea what it was. "A fully functioning time-space GPS. I just want peace."

"Turns out, resentment is corrosive, and I hate it." Tony said, shutting his car door.

"Me too." Steve said.

"We got a shot at getting these stones, but I gotta tell you my priorities. Bring back what we lost, I hope, yes. Keep what I found, I have to, at all costs. And maybe not die trying, would be nice." Tony said.

"Sounds like a deal." Steve said, holding out his hand.

"And one more thing." Tony said, pulling Elizabeth into his arms and hugging her tightly, "You're okay with all of this, kitty?"

Elizabeth hugged Tony tightly, though she rolled her eyes a little at the name. Then she pulled away slowly, "Yes Stark now get your ass inside." She walked back into the compound. 

Tony smirked and then shook Steve's hand. Steve gripped it hard and said, "Don't call her kitty again."

Tony smirked fully, before walking to the trunk and pulling out Steve's shield. Steve hesitated instead of taking it. "Tony, I don't know."

"Why?" Tony asked. "He made it for you. Plus, honestly, I have to get it out of the garage before Morgan takes it sledding."

Steve slipped his arm through it again and felt its familiar weight. "Thank you Tony."

"Will you keep that a little quiet? Didn't bring one for the whole team." Tony started to close his trunk, "We are getting the whole team, yeah?"

"We're working on that right now." Steve nodded.

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"Where are you going?" Elizabeth stopped short as Steve saw her near the doors.

"With Rocket and Bruce, we're going to get Thor." She answered, giving him a small smile, even as her heart was a little heavy. "I figure, you know, he's Lokis' brother. So I should go and see him."

She saw Steve hesitate, knowing that he probably had wanted her to stay. "You'll keep an eye on Rose and Delilah, right? We shouldn't be long."

"Yeah of course." Steve said softly.

She gave him a smile she hoped looked real and then went for the doors again.

"Hey." Steve said a little softer and she stopped again. He wrapped a strong arm around her waist, pressing his lips to hers. She relished it, knowing it could be the last time and tried to hold back tears in her throat. "I love you."

Don't say that. She wanted to scream. Not when he was going to get his soulmate back. And she wasn't. And she would step aside, yes.

"I love you too." She whispered, meaning every word and then quickly turned and ran to get to the jet before he could see her cry.

As she walked up the ramp, she quickly blinked her eyes. That last thing she needed any of them to see was her crying. She was getting her kids back. She should be happy about that at least. And besides, it wasn't like there wouldn't be somewhere for her to stay when she moved out to let Bucky take her spot. She was sure Tony would let her stay on the Avengers Compound.

She distracted herself the entire jet ride with the possibility of running the Avengers Compound. Training new Avengers and agents.

They entered New Asgard, which was a sea side coast. It was so weird, seeing people that she had once known that had worn dresses and suits and armor now wearing Midgardian clothing. They saluted her with nods and hand motions.

"Princess," They greeted her and she just smiled, remembering a whole 'nother life before everything went to pieces.

"Kind of a step down from the golden palaces." Rocket said loudly as the three of them made their way down the bridge they had stopped on. "And the magic hammers and whatnot."

"Hey, have a little compassion pal." Bruce said in a warning voice. "First, they lost Asgard, then half their people. They're probably just happy to have a home."

Elizabeth remembered the last time she had been back here. Maybe a year ago. It was hard to see Thor the way he was now. Elizabeth wondered how much Bruce had come to visit his soulmate.

"You shouldn't have come." One of Elizabeth's favorite Asgardians shouted.

"Ah! Valkyrie!" Bruce said excitedly. "Great to see you, angry girl."

"I think I liked you better either of the other ways." Valkyrie greeted him. She looked at Elizabeth, "Princess Laufeyson."

"Just Elizabeth, Val." Elizabeth said, hating that name. She nearly added, 'And it's Elizabeth Rogers now' but held her tongue. Shit. Were her and Steve going to have to get a divorce? Fuck, probably if she ever wanted to get married again. . . to someone who didn't have a soulmate.

"This is Rocket." Bruce introduced.

"How ya doing?" Rocket asked.

"He won't see you." Valkyrie said.

"It's that bad, huh?" Bruce asked.

"As a soulmate who hasn't come to see him in five years, yeah." Valkyrie said angrily. Elizabeth glanced at Bruce and saw he looked sheepish. "Besides, we only see him once a month when he comes in for 'supplies'."

Bruce winced, "It's that bad."

"Yeah."

Elizabeth sighed and then said, "Well I'm going to see him." She headed past the fearsome warrior and headed towards where Thor's humble abode was. She didn't even bother knocking on the door, simply heading into the house.

"What the. . . Whew! Something died in here." Rocket said behind her and she couldn't help but agree. It smelled terrible.

"Hello? Thor?" Bruce called out.

"Are you here about the cable?" Thor called out, "The Cinemax went out two weeks ago and the sports are all kinda fuzzy and whatnot."

Elizabeth stopped, just watching her brother in law pick up another beer.

"Thor?" Bruce asked in shock.

"Boys! Oh my God!" Thor greeted them happily. Thor went straight to Bruce, hugging him quickly. "Oh my God, it's so good to see you! Come here you cuddly little rascal." Thor said, manhandling Rocket.

"Yeah, no, I'm good. I'm good." Rocket protested. "That's not necessary."

Thor pulled back and hugged Elizabeth too, which really just made her sad.

"Hulk, you know my friends Miek and Korg, right?" Thor asked.

"Hey boys!" Korg greeted.

"Hey guys." Bruce said unenthusiastically. "Long time no see."

"Beer's in the bucket." Korg offered. "Feel free to log on to the Wi-Fi. No password, obviously. Thor he's back. That kid on the TV just called me a dickhead again." Korg said, pointing to a random fortnite character on the screen.

"Noobmaster." Thor grunted as though it was serious.

"Yeah, noobmaster69 called me a dickhead." Korg said.

Elizabeth put a hand to her head as Thor grabbed the headset and roared into the mic, "Noobmaster, hey, it's Thor again. You know, the God of thunder? Listen, buddy, if you don't log off this game immediately, I am gonna fly over to your house, come down to that basement you're hiding in, rip off your arms, and shove them up your butt!"

Then in a whiny voice he added, "OH yes that's right go cry to your father you little weasel!" He growled the last bit.

"Thank you, Thor." Korg said as Thor handed him back the headset.

"Let me know if he bothers you again, okay?" Thor asked.

"Thank you very much, I will."

"So, you guys want a drink? What are we drinking?" Thor asked. "I've got beer, tequila, all sorts of things." Thor broke off the top of his beer and Elizabeth had enough, snapping her fingers and turning them all into water. Thor sighed, glaring at her, tossing the water away.

"Buddy," Hulk said, putting a hand on Thor's shoulder, "You all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Why?" Thor asked. "Why, don't I look all right?"

"No." Elizabeth answered. "You're a mess."

"You look like melted ice cream." Rocket said at the same time.

Thor just laughed, "So, what's up? You just here for a hang or what?" Thor asked.

"We need your help." Bruce said.

"Mm." Thor said.

"There might be a chance we could fix everything."

"What, like the cable? 'Cause that's been driving me bananas for weeks." Thor said.

"Like Thanos." Elizabeth spat out.

Thor was silent for a long time and then said, "Don't say that name."

Korg got up rather slowly, threateningly almost, "Um, yeah, we don't actually say that name in here."

"Well guess what?" Elizabeth snapped. "I do. And you know what Thor, I expected more from you."

"Elizabeth. . ." Bruce muttered.

"No! Yes. You lost your brother and your kingdom. Well guess what? I lost it too and I actually have a soulmate bond with Loki so I felt his death ten times more than you did. And I lost my home on Asgard too. And I lost all five of mine and Loki's children. But you still had Bruce. Bruce who loves you so much that he can't stand to see you like this so he couldn't visit. And I've been trying to help Valkyrie run this kingdom because you still have people Thor!"

Bruce held up a hand, "I get it. You're in a rough spot. But you know who helped me out of it?"

"Uh Natasha?" Thor guessed.

"You did." Bruce said softly, taking Thor's hand.

"Yeah well, look at all those Asgardians down there and ask them how much my help is worth." Thor snorted. "The ones that are left anyways. Elizabeth's right."

Elizabeth sighed. "Thor. . . we can bring them back."

"Stop." Thor scoffed. "Stop, okay? I know you think I'm down here wallowing in my own self-pity, waiting to be rescued and saved, but I'm fine. Okay. We're fine, aren't we?"

"Oh, we're good here, mate." Korg said.

"Thor," Elizabeth said softly, "We can bring Halfdun back. Sage, Astrid, Hogun, my children. Loki's children. . . your nieces and nephews. Please?"

"There's beer on the ship." Rocket said suddenly.

Thor paused for a second, looking to the side before looking up and asked, "What kind?"

[quirkymarshmallows93]

Mobil - Attleboro, Massachusetts.

It was a warm night driving back to Massachusetts from Providence. The familiar orange light on my dashboard had turned on while still within the Creative Capital's city limits. Most of the gas stations I drove past on the way to this one were unbranded, meaning that there was no guarantee of fuel that meets the standards of Top Tier certification. Prices were also not spectacular, particularly for the no-name locations, which are usually at least cheaper than Top Tier counterparts. Determined and certain that there were better fueling points out there, I consulted a mostly trusted price finder application, which as predicted displayed this Mobil as having the same price per gallon as most of the other locations - $3.40, rounded up from the vestigial price ending in nine tenths of a penny. There would be no issue relocating either, as the dash light comes on when there are still around three reserve gallons of gasoline left in the tank.

I arrived as the sole patron of the business. Submitting myself to surveillance capitalism, I inserted my ExxonMobil Rewards Plus card into the reader, earning 42 points for my purchase of 13 and a half gallons of regular unleaded gas at the end of the transaction. Afterward, I accidentally hit the capacitive button that answered "no" to the question of whether I wanted a receipt. Since I was taking it slow that evening, I went inside and asked the kind cashier for a copy of the consumer ephemera, who confirmed the amount, handed me the document, and wished me a pleasant day, even though it was not day. As I exited the convenience store, I held the door open for a fellow nighttime patron, whom I can only imagine was similarly pleased at the positive difference across the state line between the fuel markets, especially seeing as his SUV sported Rhode Island license plates.

The photo above was taken while I was fueling, in an attempt to capture the quiet peacefulness of this essential business, most pronounced at night when it is one of few places in operation. At most Massachusetts gas stations, one can lock the gas pump handle in place while fueling, freeing up both of the driver's hands, although the legal code displayed on all pumps throughout the state prohibits leaving the nozzle unattended. As such, I was able to properly frame the scene, following the rule of thirds in order to keep the boxy car wash building in the lower left ninth of the picture. I was also able to adjust the exposure, minimizing light bleed from the overlit canopy, while still revealing the source of brightness for the artificially illuminated parcel, visible in the shadow cast on the first letter of the Car Wash sign. The tunnel itself harkens to a time before refinement culture, when an automated and unmanned wash was sufficient for most vehicles, instead of the increasingly experiential, subscription-based business model catering to those who want the ultimate car wash experience, whatever that means. Given the trend away from these types of washes, and my incomplete curiosity, the tunnel may or may not be closed - the boarded menu hints that it is - as has been the case at other Mobils. The tall sign behind it, signaling to highway passersby the presence of the station, stands humbly among coniferous trees, its northernmost neon burnt out. The iconic red pegasus, largely retired from present-day marketing, is still prancing on the side of the cookie cutter Mobil Mart.

@gas-stationed hope u like!

[samuelroukin]

yes the document is titled "the grusyyyyyyyyyy" and it's 1636 words 💀

the grussyyyyyy 😏 skslkjffjfhsjt perfect

i'm copy and pasting it below the cut both to keep the ask and to save ppl's dashes lol

Ray understands why medics also have to be on base patrols, but sometimes it doesn’t make sense. Most of the time for soldiers who aren’t medics, nothing happens, which is a good thing but can be boring. Unfortunately for the medics, if someone does get hurt they find a medic patrolling instead of heading to medical, no matter how injured they are. Contrary to what they believe, most medics are not equipped to deal with broken bones and full fractures from pranks while patrolling. They just want to avoid the paperwork, Ray thinks to himself while shaking his head. Corporal Lewis should’ve known better than to let that butterfingers Private Kevin even touch a training grenade.

Ray turns the corner around one of the corners near a training yard used for group PT. Some equipment is scattered around and some lines are painted on the cement. As he continues walking on his patrol, some memories come to mind. The 4-person push ups were an effective way to bond, but good god were they difficult.

As he continues walking, he sees that some of the equipment is more rundown than it was when he had to use it. He passes some of the low walls people use to hold their water bottles and sit on but stops when he sees a break in one towards the top. Curious, he moves closer. Is that a hole?

Now Ray is used to jokes about his sexual escapades from his fellow soldiers and how he’s willing to try everything once. ‘Wow you’re unbelievably horny for someone in their 30s.’ ‘You’re in the army mate not the navy, there aren’t any sheep.’ ‘You’d fuck a fence if you could.’ (He doesn’t tell them about his experiment when he was 15. A neighbor’s fence had a conspicuous knothole, but when he felt around inside to check it wasn’t smooth and while he wouldn’t have minded the pain, splinters on his dick didn’t sound worth it.)

Ray stands there and considers it for a second. I have been in a dry spell recently. He shakes his head. Chuck should know by now how I text. He’s just pissy that I don’t type words. Dick pics and emoji work fine.

Regardless, he’s been alone lately. His hand gets boring after a while, especially since he’s so adventurous. He’s not going to question how and why there’s a hole in one of the bricks.

Ray shakes his head as he turns away and continues walking for another 10 feet then pauses. But then again, a hole’s a hole, and there’s no one nearby. He walks back to the wall and leans closer.

On second glance, the wall isn’t quite crumbling but it’s not quite intact either. Some of the bricks are loose. He raises his eyebrow then tries to move the one that’s calling to him. It shifts, but doesn’t come out. Heh, looks like it’s just another brick in the wall.

Ray shrugs. He’s a bit disappointed that he can’t take the brick now, but he can probably come back if he wants to.

—

Two days later and some privates come in during their PT for some relatively deep scrapes.

The one Ray is currently in the process of treating leans over and begins tormenting the private sitting next to him. “I can’t believe your fat ass broke the wall!”

Another one waiting to be treated groans. “How was he supposed to know it was that unstable? We’ve all sat there before.”

The private sitting next to his heckler leers. “You know who loves my ass? Your mom.”

The first private gets up as if he’s going to lunge at the other, but Ray holds him down. “C’mon you two. You can fight after these are cleaned and you help fill out the incident report.” The two groan and Ray smirks. “Besides, your mom likes my ass as well.”

The last private waiting for a medic to come by to give him a wrist brace lets out a snort at that while the first one rolls his eyes. Luckily, they all stay put while they continue grumbling at each other.

I wonder if it’s the wall from before, Ray muses to himself. I’ll check after I’m off-duty for the day.

—

After he’s officially off-duty, Ray heads to his quarters and grabs a jacket. He does want to check to see if there’s any blood so he can use it as an example of privates being privates. And if it is the wall, I can’t just walk around with a brick.

Walking quickly, he heads outs to the training yard again. The wall he was interested in was indeed the one that fell over. I hope the brick is alright. I mean, I already know the privates are.

Ray jogs over to the toppled wall. Better do this quickly. I don’t want to get caught like this. “Let’s see if I can find you,” he mutters as he crouches down to shuffle through the debris.

After a few minutes, he manages to find the brick. Ray looks around once more before picking it up. Now that he can hold it, he can judge if it’s going to be possible to use. He knows he needs to check to see if he’ll fit and if it’s smooth or if it’ll be another fence situation. Ray slides his index finger inside the hole and circles it around to check all around the hole. Not super gritty, but I’ll definitely need some lube. Thankfully, I’m a medic. Nodding to himself, he stands. He likes pain, but he has his limits.

Before he hides the brick in his jacket, he realizes that he should check if he fits in the hole. Too loose and I’ll have to pack it with something, too tight and it’s a hell no. Ray looks around again to see if anyone is nearby, but the coast is clear so he unzips his fly and pulls his cock out to compare. Ehh it’ll be a bit big, but that’s probably for the best. I wouldn’t want it to get stuck or anything. He shudders at the thought.

Finally, Ray puts the brick in his jacket to conceal it and heads back to his quarters. While he wouldn’t mind getting caught, he doesn’t want to be around when the fallen remains of the wall are cleaned up.

—

Ray shuts the door to his quarters and leans against it while he lets out a breath. Thank god no one stopped me. He chuckles to himself a bit. “Even if they believed me, they wouldn’t like my answer for what I’m about to do.”

Sliding his jacket off, Ray pulls out the brick and the medical lube he “borrowed” from the pockets and puts them on his mattress before undressing. As he unlaces his boots, he realizes that there’s dust on his hands from digging through the pile.

“Maybe I should wash it,” he contemplates, “I don’t want to get a UTI, but I don’t want to explain what the hell I’m doing in the bathroom.” Grimacing, Ray looks around for a way to avoid having to leave his quarters. He spots a half-filled water bottle and some hand sanitizer on a table. “Jackpot,” he mutters to himself. He finishes getting naked before heading over to the table with the brick in hand to rinse it off.

After it’s clean and his hands have been sanitized, Ray heads back to his mattress and sits down. Well, no time like the present, he thinks to himself as he opens the tube of medical lubricant and begins squirting it in the brick’s hole, making sure to get it all around the hole.

That took less lube than expected. He was expecting at least a full tube just for the hole, but it only needed about two thirds of it. Well, I’m not here to question it, he thinks as he begins stroking his dick with some of the extra lube.

He was expecting needing a bit of time to get hard, but to his surprise it didn't take long before he’s hard enough to be able to start using the brick. Maybe the idea of doing something new is helping, but Ray doesn’t care enough to think more about it when he can be fucking the brick instead.

Holding the brick with one hand, Ray uses his other hand to guide his cock towards the hole and slides it down his shaft. He lets go of his dick and cautiously takes a few test thrusts to see if it’s worth it. Bit strange, but it almost feels ridged for my pleasure.

Deciding to go all-in, Ray begins taking deeper thrusts into the brick and gets more into the feeling until he starts to get lost in his pleasure. His movement along with the small gap from the space he doesn’t take up gives a tiny bit of airflow, gently cooling the lube and his dick enjoyably. Combined with the roughness of the brick and the speed of his thrusts, he’s building up quicker than he expected.

Ray moans before coming. He catches his breath as he slides his cock out of the brick. That… wasn’t as bad as I feared. The grout almost felt good actually.

Now with some post-nut clarity, he laughs to himself, “I just fucked a brick.” He almost can’t believe that sentence just came out of his mouth, but he just came from something other than his hand so he’s not willing to think any more about it. Eventually Ray sits up, brick in hand to clean it and himself off. I wouldn’t say I’d HAVE to try it again, but if the opportunity arises, a hole is a hole after all, he muses.

A HOLE IS A HOLE!! so true king

i can’t believe you actually wrote this i love it so much, thank you 🙏💖 i died laughing at him smuggling the brick back and being concerned enough about his dick to clean it first. one brain cell and i’m glad he used it for more than getting Creative lmao.

thank u again, this was chef’s kiss 🤌 ray/grussy otp 🫡

[idabbleincrazy]

Since I finally worked thru the block I was having on Ageless:

The elder Kent sighed a heavy breath and wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin before turning in his seat to face Lex more fully. A glimmer of what Lex could only read as shame rippled over Jonathan's sun-weathered features, and Lex felt confusion and a hint of worry tremble through from Clark.

"Look, Lu-Lex. It may have dawned on me that I've been neglecting to keep my end of an agreement." Lex set his fork down to give Jonathan his full attention, an eyebrow quirking in bemusement. "It may have only been a verbal request, but we shook on it nonetheless, and that's as good as any contract typed up on paper out here. When you came back from that disaster of a honeymoon, you had barely even recovered from the whole ordeal, and yet, one of the first things you did was gift us back our land. I know I agreed with only a minor hesitation when you claimed all you wanted in return was for us to treat you like family; I just, well, I just kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.

You may have done some questionable stunts over the past two years, but even with this debt between us, you never once tried to wheedle us into anything. I was wrong, Lex, to keep thinking you were just a carbon copy of Lionel. This dinner is long overdue, and I can't help but think that if I'd kept my end of the bargain, maybe some of the recent troubles between you and Clark, some of the less-than-ideal choices you made, could've been avoided. I may be set in my ways in a lot of things, but I know when to admit to my mistakes, and…I'm sorry, son, for holding the Luthor name against you before even giving you the chance to show us who you are. I'd forgotten how very young twenty-one truly is, and immediately treated you only as the full-grown adult you tried to show to the world. And, in the spirit of making amends and keeping the promise I made when I shook your hand, there's a standing invitation for you to join us for dinner whenever you'd like."

"And, consider yourself unavailable for any non-LuthorCorp related holiday parties your father may ask you to attend in his stead", Martha tacked on as Lex absorbed Jonathan's speech. She flashed him a pointed look when he turned her way. "Welcome to the family, Lex."

Lex sat there, stunned, as he let the wave of emotions sweep through him, fighting back the slight sting of unexpected tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Son. Jonathan had called him son. All the moments of familial love he'd witnessed between these three and felt a pang of envy and longing. All the time he'd spent wondering how much more enjoyable his life would be if he'd had a family like the Kents instead of Lionel's twisted ideas of love and care. He felt a rush of happiness and warmth flow through him as Clark's face broke into a beaming smile, the teenager's feelings so powerful they bolstered his own. He'd spent four years striving and longing for acceptance and approval from the family circled around him, and now, he apparently had it. He couldn not let this fall apart.

@leatafandom

[dmpflinn]

copied and pasted from another posting.

Are Meghan Markle's kids FAKE? 🤔

Megnant

1 Size: Bump drastically altering in size, even in a single day 😯

2 Slip: Bump slipped down to her knees in Birkenhead, UK 😯

3 Wobble: Bump wobbled side-to-side as she crossed the street. 😯

4 Clutching: Supporting her bump with her hands overly often. 🤔

5 Popping: audibly popped in a video, and wafted her clothes😯

6 Shape: Bump unnaturally shaped on Netflix🤔

7 Straps: Moonbump straps outlines visible under clothing in several photos. And something snapped, impacting the clothing fabric (video of H&M in London)😯

8 Biology: An absence of swelling of ankles, and other subtle biological (non)signs.🤔

9 Holding: Carrying a (doll?) infant on her bump, instead of on her hip.🤔

10 Squats: Squatting, effortlessly, with her knees together in videos and photos. In heels.😯

Births

11 Announcements: Royal official birth announcements are indirect. One states they are delighted "by the news of the" (not by the actual) birth.🤔

12 Coverup? A medic who certified a birth closed down her practice shortly afterwards.😯

13 Certificates: Questions linger over the birth certificates signatures, etc.🤔

14 Leak: An official Royal twitter account tweet indicated that Meghan’s kids are fake, before being taken down. An innocent prank?😁

15 Recovery: Epidural (ouch!) birth in a bath description anomalies and arriving home too soon afterwards to be quite plausible.🤔

16 Born Of Body?: Meghan allegedly told a friend she was infertile, when at college, and there was a reported alleged hysterectomy before the births.

17 Silence: Meghan is silent on her claimed births, despite always flashing her bump; having a "Capacity for over sharing"; boasting about being a “Mom”, and always talking about herself (apparently) on her feminist podcast. 🤔

Rented Infants

18 Archie Model: The real parents of the infant predominantly shown in Archie photos are identified. 💥

19 Lilibet Model: Parents of the infant shown in Lilibet photos are identified.💥

20 Loan: Mother of “Lilibet” commented on Insta that she does not "loan" her daughter to Meghan any longer.😯

21 Shape-Shifting: Different infants used in photos of both Archie and Lilibet.😯

22 Photoshopping: A litany of incompetently-photoshopped “family” photos. (A huge topic in itself).🤔

Dolls

23 Reborn Doll: Seemingly cradling a doll (a product called Darren) in official photo of Archie 🪆

24 Party Doll: Meghan seemingly cradled a similar doll when gate-crashing a polo match party, begetting astonished looks.😯

25 Bumpy Ride: Meghan seemed to be lugging an inanimate doll on top of her bump through some woods in Canada. Whilst grinning at a hired pap.🪆

26 Twisted: In one photograph, Archie's head is twisted more than 90 degrees 🪆

27 Carrying: A high % of photographs show them carrying the “kids” 🪆

28 Backs-Turned: A high % of Photos are of kids facing away from the camera 🤔

Other Oddities

29 Website: A startling absence of updates of Royal website on Meghan’s offspring.🤔

30 Bishop: Los Angeles christening cleric was not the official Bishop the Harkles claimed he was.🤔

31 Implausible Platitudes: Claiming Archie’s first word was “Crocodile”, and that he demands a Leica camera for his birthday. As tots do...🤔

32 Merch: An uncharacteristic unwillingness to merchandise their kids, for $$$ or PR.🤔

33 Invisible: The Harkles are never seen with their kids. There are hints of "home schooling" (will they ever be allowed out?)😯

34 Family Holidays: Weirdly, the Harkles never take their kids on holiday, and, if they pretend they did, they incompetently photoshop them into pap snaps on Insta.🤔

35 Everything Else: All the stuff I overlooked in this hastily speed-typed list.🤔

🤔🤔🤔

Why does it matter? 🤔

Because rich Prince Harry wants we skint, long-suffering tax payers, to pay for his security expenses; he’s a traitor, and, well, it’s fraud, isn’t it? 💥

Feel free to leave evidence I missed out in the comments. 👍

#MeghanMarkleIsAGrifter

#MeghanMarkleExposed

#WhereAreTheKids

#sussexbabyscam

[pistolenprinz]

RDR2 CHARACTERS AS THE MAJOR ARCANA (PT. 4 OF MANY)

I’ve been really digging tarot lately, and finding a lot of comfort/joy indulging in the universe’s energies, so I figured I would try my hand at assigning each of the main gang (with some exceptions) to one of the major arcana, as well as giving my personal interpretations of how it fits. Note: For this post, I’ve dipped into my own deck (Raven Rogue’s Tarotorial), and will be pulling the imagery-specific elements from them. I will cite things as such “Insert text here [Source Name].” Regardless, the actual applications to the plotlines and characters is my own and is my opinion. To cut down on the length of these posts, I’ve privately paired up gang members that I either think provide a good foil for one another, or those that I just think pair well in terms of discussion. This section will be copy-pasted across all the posts in this series for sake of clarity.

BILL WILLIAMSON - JUDGMENT

Judgment presents as adults and children rising from their graves to respond to an angel's trumpet call as they're ready to be judged by the universe. This card deals out absolutes. [Tarotorial; Card Imagery].

Stating the obvious first, Bill is a man who deals in absolute. There is, or there isn't. This is not an inherently bad thing, particularly in the type of environment he finds himself in among the Van der Linde gang; the preservation of the group comes first and foremost…. usually. That said, the question of good or not comes from Bill's inner motives. We see this in RDR2, we see this more in RDR. Bill's motives are, arguably, driven by a simple lack of self-awareness. A 'rules for thee and not for me' mentality, that ultimately leads to him being unable to learn his lessons, and going on to become even more of a brutal terror on his own than he was within the Van der Linde gang (where he, usually, had others to ground him and refocus his purpose). This card's imagery echoes those of Death, reminding the interpreter and viewer that everything comes to an end, damned be the consequences.

MICAH BELL - THE DEVIL

The Devil typically depicts a saytr, known as Baphomet, atop a pedestal behind the chained male and female figures to show that they're under control. The man and woman are ashamed, and becoming less human the longer they're under the Devil's control [Tarotorial; Card Imagery].

Ignoring the explicit evil imagery, the label of "evil" as a whole, and Micah's status as an antagonist within the gang, I want to instead focus on the core of his character. Of the deep-rooted greed that pushes him to become such a powerful force among the members, effectively overturning the dynamic and tipping the scales in his balance. If we look further, into the time before his gang, we see that it's a constant. All he has known is greed and violence, through his father's own outlaw nature. We can look at how vicious the falling out between himself and his brother, Amos, was, with the latter threatening to kill if he'd even considered contact with his family. The Devil itself is less about evil itself, but the intricate acts that may lead to someone being considered evil: Greed, materialism, excess, temptation. All things that Micah exhibits throughout his story, all the way from attempting to "take" Sadie for himself, to confronting Arthur at the end of it all and ensuring that he would not leave freely (with or without the money, as that choice is player determinant). On the other hand, and through the lens of characters such as Bill and Dutch, Micah is a symbol of true freedom. Of releasing one's inner desires and being prideful with them. These tenants are core to the "outlaw" life, in their eyes, just as they are core in the card's other half. There are reasons for his actions, but those actions are not "good", regardless of intent or reason.

[shiny-jr]

Legit had to take a long sigh before I decided how to reply to this ask I got that follows the topic of the last asks. I decided to copy paste here because it’s a long one, and I wanted to put the warnings first. So, WARNING, talk of non-con, dub-con, etc. Minors, please stay away from this particular conversation. We’ll be back to our regular stuff shortly, hopefully. 

anon in the inbox: i don't think non-con or dub-con is an issue, like pretty sure that's a part of BDSM roleplay (correct me if im wrong but that's what ive seen explained before) so it's not that concerning to me; people just have some kinks. i personally don't like it either (because i find it very uncomfortable and just not to my taste) but to flat out say that writers who do write this kind of stuff need therapy or are concerning is just kind of rude? i don't mean to offend but people are allowed to enjoy certain things, it's all based on preference after all. but like that one other anon said and you commented on tagging work, that is pretty annoying. there should always be a warning about that type of stuff cause it can be triggering. there is (to me at least) a very clear line between fantasy and reality and I'm sure a lot of writers can distinguish the fact that yandere content is just not okay for irl even if they write stuff that may "romanticise" it (you shouldn't be reading that type of content anyway if you're not feeling okay so it's kinda on the reader too if the work is properly tagged) like i enjoy reading soft yandere stuff with a darling who accepts the red flags but i know that in real life this would be very disturbing and just flat out manipulation and i'd never want to find myself in this position. i think you might have over exaggerated this aspect a bit but i do respect your opinion and you are entitled to it but im just leaving my thoughts for others. 

Me, personally, I think non-con and dub-con is an issue. Because that stuff derives from no consent or not clear consent and it’s not just in bdsm role-play, it’s also in fanfics. And I do think it’s concerning that people do genuinely enjoy reading/writing those topics. Can I stop them? No. Is what I say gonna stop them? Most likely no. All I can do is keep that stuff off my page and avoid it. 

As for the whole fantasy and reality stuff with the yandere thing, I know it’s fantasy, I know most people know it’s fantasy too, but there are still very young impressionable children that get their hands on electronics and end up on sites they should not be on at their age. I mentioned something similar before. I know minors follow me, I know they read my stuff, I know they’re on this site, minors that should be focusing on other stuff instead of reading questionable things on the internet. This is the reason why I’m so adamantly against the romanticization of yanderes and why I refuse to write it. Because there are readers young enough that can’t quite yet distinguish the line between fantasy and reality. They see this stuff about yanderes and may come to think, “oh, I want a yandere! this violent and (sometimes maybe) abusive stuff is okay! Their manipulation and unhealthy obsession is okay too if they say they love me!” 

Finally, you said you enjoy reading about soft yanderes with an mc that accepts the red flags. If that’s the case, I’m not sure why you’re here if you read my stuff. Yes, I write “soft” yanderes, but I don’t write anything accepting a Yandere’s red flags. As spoken about here. If you disagree with the things I said, oh well, I said earlier that I wasn’t likely to change your mind. Just don’t ever ask me to write anything like non-con or romanticizing yanderes. This is the last post I’m gonna talk about this topic, because really, I just wanted to spend my evening writing and relaxing. Yet here we are. I probably missed some stuff, but this talk made me tired. If another message about this comes up in the inbox, it’s getting deleted. 

[arthyritis]

A Wonderful World (Welcome Home/Puppet Friends AU) - Chapter Two

The whistling sound of the kettle interrupted Pip and Frank's conversation, and Frank excused himself to fetch it so he could make the two of them some fresh afternoon tea while Pip sat in the side room filled with butterflies in frames. Frank was telling it all about the different types, and Pip just couldn't help its excitement.

It swung its legs, dangling off of the couch as it waited for its new friend to return. Soon enough, they did.

Frank sat back down, handing Pip a cup of steaming tea. He stared at it with the cup for a moment before lifting his own to his mouth and sipping, watching as Pip copied, and brightened. "That's really nice. Thank you."

"You've never had tea before?" Frank asked, taking another sip. "This is another otherworld thing, isn't it?"

Pip's new friend had taken to the news of it coming from another world much better than Poppy had. Even though they didn't quite understand how that was possible, nor how there was already a house ready for it to move into, they did know there was something uo with Wally just as much as Pip did.

They didn't, however, understand how Pip knew who Wally was from such a brief meet. They didn't bother asking many questions, though.

"I guess so. I didn't need to eat or drink when I was with my keeper." Toy was the word it had used to describe itself, demeaning as it felt to Frank. "I went on so many adventures, though."

"Well, talk about those adventures, then," Frank pressed. He was more curious than he was letting on. Any information was good information, and Pip was happy to provide.

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The library that had once been Pip's home was made out in stories to be a place of hell and haven in one. And the girl who took him in was like the angel he never knew he needed.

Frank was absolutely enthralled by the time the next knock came at the door. Opening it to once again see Wally's smiling face was like those stories of hell come true.

Frank sighed, "Come on in, Wally. We're just finishing tea. Eddie should be back any moment, too."

"Thank you, Frank Frankly."

Pip shifted in its seat as it heard the now-familiar voice. It had been playing on a loop in the back of its head since it had arrived, and only Frank had pushed the thought aside.

The uncertainty came back full force.

"Pip," Wally greeted as he walked in the room ahead of Frank. His shoes tapped on the floor and his eyes wandered around the coffee table. "I think it's about time we take a tour of your new home."

The smallest puppet nodded, hopping off of the couch with a sigh and setting the empty teacup down so that Frank could tidy up. "Bye, Frank. I hope you have a good night."

Frank smiled. "I'm sure I will. Enjoy your new house tonight."

They waved goodbye as Wally led Pip out the door into the early evening.

Pip stayed quiet as they walked past some houses he had already seen as well as a couple he hadn't (a cutesy red and white house with a flowery yellow door, a house decorated like a stage) until they came up to a small light blue house with a clean white door.

A small silver doorknob was right at his height, and a matching white mailbox which wasn't too high up the wall. A couple of pieces of mail were already poking out of it, but he ignored that to open the door instead, surprised when it was unlocked but sighing in contempt when Wally just said, "We're all very respectful here." He'd work around that, somehow.

Wally stayed outside of the door as Pip stepped in, exactly like he had at Frank's house.

Pip considered inviting him in, if only because of how new this all was, but decided against it. "Good night, Wally," it said softly. Of course, it wasn't even late yet, but Pip needed to take everything in, and an excuse it was, it being night was the easiest.

The smile on the other's face never seemed to drop. "Goodnight, neighbour," he relented quicker than Pip expected and walked off toward that red house in the middle of the neighbourhood before it could say anything else.

He let the door shut in front of him and turned to admire the house in peace.

As much as he was cautious and hating that this had happened (the how was still the biggest mystery), he had to admit the house was... nice. And it was all his.

It was so used to sharing--the box that it'd lived in with its friends at the library, the attention of its keeper, even clothes when some kids decided its yellow and white raglan shirt suited its fox friend better than it did Pip.

It took one step forward, further exploring the entrance hallway. A simple painted desk sat by the door, accompanied by a matching chair.

They looked like they were painted by a child, someone in the neighbourhood, maybe?

A stairway was several feet away, leading to a dark upstairs that Pip disregarded to turn into an open doorway leading to a front room. Attached to it nearby was a small kitchen and dining room.

It all looked so small, but so perfectly sized for him, with just a bit of extra room to walk around. He guessed whoever lived in the bigger houses would have a bit of trouble navigating, but they'd fit... if he ever so planned to have them over.

Poppy sprang back to mind. She had been so kind when he'd unknowingly toppled in here. Was she like that with everybody? Was it just because he was the so-called 'new neighbour'? He was sure he'd rather that just being her personality, because maybe that meant he had two friends here, then. Two people to help him get home.

"--once you give Home a fair chance." Wally's words from their first meeting replayed in his head and he had to groan to try and drown it out.

It didn't help that he didn't exactly have a choice as of right now. Without an answer blatantly obvious, it might take a while.

The kitchen was filled, as he found himself standing by the cabinets and looking through them. This was more food than he'd ever seen. He'd have to find a cookbook, or ask one of the others for help since he didn't exactly know how to cook.

Oh boy, the pressure to engage with his new neighbours was really on here, wasn't it? Did he have to pay all of this back, too? He hoped it was just a welcome gift, like the entire house.

Pip was done thinking for the night and decided to forgo looking around any further except to find a bed to settle down in. And it was easy enough, with only two doors at the top of the stairs, one open to a bathroom and the other adorning a flowery sign that said, "____'s Room" in pretty, squiggly writing. The style of flowers looked similar to that red and white house it had passed with Wally, and he assumed its name was meant to go on the line--another time.

It pressed into the room and looked around for a moment before hopping up and collapsing back onto the red, yellow and blue checkered quilt to fall asleep.

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The morning sun was warm on Pip's face, making it curl into the blankets happily and reaching for one of its friends like it did every morning. Only its hand met nothing but the air beside the small bed.

He jumped up quickly, throwing the quilt off and toppling off of the bed. The lack of space of going to be something else to get used to.

But all thought was quickly thrown out the window as a landline phone he hadn't paid attention to last night started ringing on his bedside table. He let it ring in shock, before it stopped and he stood up from the rug to look out the window.

More neighbours were out and about today. He spotted a blonde head of hair jumping rope while also following a hopscotch drawn onto the pavement. They looked like they were having fun. It was something his fox friend back home would possibly try; he should remember this to tell her--

The phone gave him a cold dose of reality once again. Why couldn't this have been a dream?

Its hand reached for the phone this time and picked up the call. "Hello?"

"Good morning, Pip. How did you sleep?"

Pip held its breath and looked out the window again. Wally was nowhere to be seen, so how could he know...? "Fine," he forced out in as friendly a manner as he could. "I miss my friends at home, though."

Wally hummed. "I'm sure that'll lessen as time passes." Before Pip could respond to that, Wally continued, "It would seem Poppy wants your attention, so I do hope you didn't make any early morning plans with Frank yesterday."

Sure enough, a soft knock came to Pip's door not even a moment later.

"Thanks for that..." Pip didn't wait for a response before placing the telephone back down and going downstairs to the door.

Maybe he was just tired last night, but looking at the house now gave him a sense of joy. Again, the reminder that this was all his stuck at the front. He smiled as he answered the door to the rainbow bird.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Poppy greeted, holding a basket down to it. "I hope you don't mind me bringing some baking over for you to try."

Pip's button eyes widened and it shook its head with that same smile. "No, come in."

"Thank you, dear." Pip moved to let the bird in, and, yep, she just fit, her head feathers flattening against the top of the doorframe as she crouched and entered. "So, Frank told me this is all new to you. In light of it, I went ahead and made muffins and breads for you. Though the muffins turned out more like cupcakes because I couldn't resist frosting them. There are also some cookies I made with Julie the other day--have you met Julie? Never mind. We'll go meet everyone later and anyway--" she stopped ranting to take a breath. "I just hope you'll like them... the treats and the other neighbours."

"I'm sure I will," Pip responded, closing the door behind Poppy. She looked around the house in just as much awe as Pip himself had. "You're right, though. So far, I've only met you, Frank, and Wally. Everyone's been kind, but you're going to make me feel like I owe you all." He laughed.

Poppy set the basket down on the dining room table and spun around as best as she could. "Oh, no, dear. You don't owe us anything. This house and everything in it is all yours. No stipulations."

This was also sort of new to Pip. To answer, it nodded and let that be the end of it. In its head, an art piece for both of its friends was taking shape. It felt no guilt about not thinking about Wally for the time being.

"Thank you. I appreciate it all, even if I won't be here long."

At those words, Poppy frowned. "Yes, I remember. You do miss your old friends dearly. Which reminds me, might you need anything to make your stay more comfortable? We all tried our very best to make this place liveable, but, of course, if there's anything that might make you happier during your stay, or less homesick, please let me know."

"Let me give it some thought?"

Poppy chirped, "Of course, Pip. How about we make you some breakfast, hm? How does pancakes sound?"

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"Are you sure you've never cooked before?" Poppy teased with a loving glint in her eyes. Her new little neighbour was sitting at the dining table eating the pancakes they had made topped with fresh berries, and while it was covered nearly head to toe in flour and batter, it still looked happier than she'd seen since it arrived.

Pip knew she was teasing, patting the dirt off of its shirt with her wing between bites of food. It smiled, just thinking about how easy it was to get along with her.

It stuffed another bite in its mouth. "So, other than baking, what do you like to do for fun, Poppy?"

"Oh! Well, baking is my main hobby, but I'm also the Home's resident nurse of sorts. It's terribly difficult to reach any doctors from here; luckily, no one ever gets hurt badly enough that it's an emergency, though. Besides that, we all enjoy putting on shows for one another and collaborating on art projects!" Poppy looked off fondly. Her wing remained on Pip's face as she wiped away the last of the pancake mess and he laughed as her feathers tickled him.

The words sunk in and Pip's eyes brightened as he finished his pancakes. "Art projects?"

"Yes," Poppy said wistfully. "If you like art, I'm sure you'll fit right in."

Pip hopped up from his chair, then. "Well, I guess I'm in luck. Where can I get some art supplies?"

[niuttuc]

So I saw a post about this concept and thought it would make for a interesting ask. Magical damage, like a necromancers fingers slowly turning black and losing sensation or a wizard with lighting bolt scares across their arms. What dose it look like when Arnoss, Zarunpel, Sezashi and Dancing-Hands push their magic beyond what their bodies can handle?

I find this question funny because of all my characters you could have picked, those are probably the ones that can strain their magic the least! So instead, let's talk about why they don't really do that, and we'll touch on the question! But I do appreciate the effort of narrowing down your questions to some characters for the copy-paste when it comes to my inbox, it hasn't gone unnoticed.

Most of the magic for Arnoss and Zarunpel is passive.

Zarunpel's "blessing" from the Wilds might not even function under the same rules as traditional magic, it follows more narrative rules. It affects her body and hair in many ways, but when it comes to the limits of it, it often is more about what would make a better story. She's stronger than someone that looks like her should be, but depending on what she has to do, the exact degree to which this is true varies. As long as it's somewhat reasonable, in important situations she's often just strong enough or almost but not there, depending which tells a "better" story. Of course, she has no idea how that works.

As far as her spellcasting, it's mostly temporary protection spells, they're more likely to be cast too late or not last long enough than to hurt her when she overuses them. Which means she or whatever she's protecting gets hurt the way it otherwise would have been. When the Urborg panther living in her shadow gets "killed" or banished in some ways, Zarunpel can also be left without a shadow for a time while Vel reconstitutes.

Similarly, Arnoss's magic is mostly passive buffing and reinforcing his scales, when it is overstrained, he gets hurt the normal way. However, it also depends on how many people need and want his help nearby, and in some cases that can be overwhelming to feel during major disasters in populated areas. So many people needing help and he can't help all of them. And he's found that when he tries to help all of them in a city when it's not a disaster, he exhausts himself going from one to the other for hours and days, there's always something in large population centers.

Sezashi has a hard cap on the number of spells he can maintain at once, at four, represented by the floaty objects that orbit him. While some are harder to maintain than others (maintaining multiple charges of the same nature on someone else requires concentration and effort), the failure point is usually just that one or multiple of the spells slip and come back to him, and he probably isn't in a state to reuse them just yet. With that said, premature failure of magic that can manipulate sizes and create duplicates is generally not a good idea, plenty of unfortunate timings possible. Also duplicates that are ended in this way don't fuse back as cleanly to the original, which certainly causes headache and can cause the loss of memories the duplicate had.

Dancing-Hands's innate telekinesis can be overpowered or overwhelmed, but it's very difficult, and it generally doesn't strain the kitsune much to use. Using it on non-physical things is more relevant here. It only works on nonliving elements. Using it on eldrazis, even scions and briefly, made him feel sick and gave him headaches, and he couldn't sustain it for more than a few seconds. He rediscovered how to use it on magical effects not too long ago, and that has taken a lot more out of him, and could potentially replicate or redirect harmful effects to him if he's not careful. The telekinesis itself is invisible if not for its effects.

As far as his Kanji magic, well, he typically only uses ink, and on paper, but much more powerful and dangerous opportunities are possible when this type of magic is used with blood (or other living material) and on living tissue. Be it using his paper blade on himself or drawing with his own blood on paper, the result would be white paper and fur marred in reds. It's not something he'd ever want to do, but in theory, it's possible.