#i have probably one for every moot or at least almost everyone

[the-kipsabian]

ngl i love mutuals that have like. that one (1) specific blorbo that i associate only them with, it just makes that blorbo very special 💜

[cads-the-cat]

Sleep Token is being turned into a brand rather than a band and being commercialised to a point where it will harm them more than help them

An opinion on there being too much ST merch

Befofe starting this, i want to clear up a few things

I am aware that Vessel and ii probably have very little responsibility/say in this and it's the management/rca who is doing this

Yes, i am a fan and i support them. However, it is unhealthy and not good to blindly support every decision and action of your favourite artist, person etc without questioning them and holding them accountable

I know that earning money with music in times of streaming is hard/impossible but that does not justify those moves of tryihg to get as much money as possible out of them

This also applies to other bands, but the extent to which this aapplies to ST is extreme compared to others

We are one week into this year and there has already been a new merch drop. After 6 days. You know when the last one was? Less than a month ago. Same merch shop (US). The items? Some of them questionable (flannels??). The leather jacket? Insane (not in a good way). It looks okay but you could make one yourself and make it look way cooler and get it for less money as one of my tumblr moots said.

I remember last year up until July/August it kind of was a running joke in the fandom about the emails with obtain and how we're too broke to obtain, but now? This is not a joke anymore. Ever since last year we have gotten emails ALMOST EVERY MONTH, sometimes even several times a month about new merch releases.

Yes, there are different stores worldwide, but we live in a time of international shipping. And even for one store it's lots of releases. Plus then there's all the licensed products shops like Hot Topic, Impericon, EMP and whatever their local equivalents are, who also constantly release more merch.

What's even worse: a lot of those things are either a shitty quality (if i remember right, one of the hoodies or tshirts from the EU tour 2024 had the print peeling off after one wash) and/or really bland. Where is the cool art, the thing that makes these items special? I got a tshirt from the German Rituals 2023 with this sick artwork on it that i cherish more than anything. But compared to that most tour merch of the more recent tours has been nothing special.

Most of them just have the logo on it and it reminds me of any ither fashion brand. There's only so many jumpers and t-hsirts and sweatshirts with the logo that a person needs and the constant release of new but actually the same stuff is creating this insane overconsumption which harms fans' bank accounts and the environment and is straight up boring. There's nothing about them that makes them special and unique and cool. It feels like at this point it is a contest of how many ST logos can they plaster on an item before it looks ridiculous (on the leather jacket i counted at least four, three of them massive).

Which brings me to the next point. People just slap on a ST logo because the band is so hyped and to make money off it or get more clicks, even if it is only remotely related to them. I understand that in today's world you need to use buzzwords to make people pay attention, but with ST it has reached the most ridiculous level. The air of anticipation some magazines or brands build around some upcoming stuff with words like Worship and whatever, which everyone connects to ST, just to reveal a mid product or result is just horrible and will eventually make it less effective which can harm the band in the long run if they can't build up excitement for new releases as much as they could because everyone is 'burnt out' because it's been overused.

Overall, this insane amount of merch and using ST to sell anything or get clicks is not okay. The fan base is so dedicated and loyal and we deserve better than to be - for the lack of a better word - exploited like this just because we like and support an artist. Prices for everything have been rising for years and it's hard for a lot of us financially. We spend so much money on concerts already and then the ton of merch and everything on top is just too much. ST as a brand is used to exploit fans which is not how you should treat your fans (again want to emphasise that this is mostly on management and label, not Vessel)

You might think 'But you don't have to go to concerts or buy their merch'. That's right, you don't. But concerts are kind of the thing when you're a fan of a band, and you want to support your fave band abd wear merch and show that you like them. However, the merch and everything is limited and posed in a way that creates FOMO and everyone is always drilled to Consume and Obtain (yes that's how capitalism works and that is not good in this situation because it harms us fans so much.) I can't deny I've given in to this as well twice during the EU shows and i am now left with an underwhelming sweatshirt and a hat that i never really needed and probably wouldn't have bought if i hadn't been in this mindset so much.

'Oh but i want to support Vessel and the band.' Yes, merch does help out artists, especially in times of streaming. But how much do you think they make? Merch is using little to no lyrics or song related things that the band could earn money off due to copyright. And i don't know who owns the right to the logo (i did some research and found someone in management with three trademarks on something ST related but it never specified if that applies to just the name or the logo or the music or whatever - it was not Vessel though). Who knows how much is going to management and the label and how much the band actually earns. Right now it feels like the management and label want to make as much money possible from them for their own gain. As an alternative to support them, start buying their albums and vinyls so they earn more money off their songs.

So, what do i want? Obviously i don't want fans to stop buying merch because it does help artists to some degree. However, I want less merch releases, one or maximum two a year per merch store (so AUS, US and UK/EU). We can have a few simple designs with the logo on it, but i also want some cool pieces with art or something else that makes them special. I know artists are expensive and stuff, but that's why you make less items but higher quality. Make them available in larger quantities so that more people can buy them and they will still get their money. Plus you always have extra tour merch, which is another extra release. Make the merch special again and make it mean something to people instead of just being another logo like a fashion brand.

If they continue like this fans will eventually be unable to afford stuff, people will turn away from merch because they realise it's all the same, and the effect of using ST as a brand/connection simply to sell stuff will harm their reputation (it already is). Whoever is responsible for this merch insanity needs to put a stop to it. Please!

This is just my opinion. Disagree if you want to. Some things, especially the effects of the situation, are portrayed slightly exaggerated, but this is how it makes me feel and I truly believe this is not a great situation we're in right now with the merch.

(Not taking any responsibility for typos)

[111daebud]

OMG IT IS THE LAST DAY OF 2024!?!?

Wharrr??!! (Where did it all go? I wanna redo tbh.)

GUHH omg 😭✨

This year was fucking wild in the weirdest ways, I will say, BUT I admittedly haven’t joined tumblr until this year 😱🙃

SOOO I’m gonna go off and list all the users I can think of right now (in no particular order) that made me happy chatting,, or at least shared the vibe with me by absentmindedly liking one of my posts :)

<3 @moonuia @oh-so-much-soup @blurringmysoul @friendlies-af @friendlies-in-bunker @g1rl-interrupts @loveedrugg @sunny-sourzii @beetle-fettle @i-am-but-a-holyman @urfavnikaa @randomslinky @ra1nb0w-m4ggot @someoneelselives @hypergamousposts @thel0calg0blin @finny-0w0 @k0rby42 @gloriouslyscentedwizard @tiktaali @shorqa @unspeakableeldritchmonster @my-memories-cruddy @starberry-7 @judy-192 @armandsparty @emerald-jade-tears @1lovemysch00l @the-end-society @mondaycore @withringchaos @softytothecore <3

THESEEEE are ALLLLL my mutuals :)

I honestly didn’t know I had so many, omg 😭❣️ Some I’ve only spoken a few words with, some non at all, and some I talk to almost every day. These are listed on no particular order btw. I am extremely grateful for every one of you. Every one.

In total, I have 49 followers.

I am also very extremely grateful for every single one of you. Even if we stop talking. Even if we never talk. Even if you unfollow me or accidentally followed me months ago and don’t have a clue who tf I am. I am still oh so grateful. I appreciate every one of you that listed here. I appreciate every one of you that isn’t listed here. I will say it again and again, thank you all and I appreciate you. Very much.

My ‘biggest fan’ section goes on and off, switching ppl and whatnot, but I but is far back as a could (a month) and that’s what I put here ^^ :)

I might edit this whole post later, but fuck it, we ball.

This is getting quite long, honestly I don’t know for a fact anyone will read this while thing, but maybe some special thanks down here :) vvv

@moonuia You were one of the first ppl I learned to dm and probably my favorite person I’ve met on Tumblr here. You’ve helped me through a lot and we might just have bonded the most out of everyone listed and not listed here. I don’t know if you will read this, but I love you and appreciate all the effort that you have put into talking with me. Being there for me. You mean so damn much to me, believe me. Thank you, and Happy New year, sinling :) <3

@sunny-sourzii and @friendlies-af You two were the ones a never thought in a million years that would follow me, and it was a near jumpscare when you did 😭❣️ I love your art, both of you, very very much and I’m glad to be friends with the both of you :) <3

@blurringmysoul and @g1rl-interrupts and you two are so very kind so me, even though we live so far away. I love drawing with you guys and chatting, and you two are very awesome ppl and I’m that I found you two, as well as their friends @judy-192 and @starberry-7 :) <3

And I’ll say it again, I appreciate every one of my followers, moots, everyone that’s liked one of my posts and every one that I’ve sent an ask to that they answered. I can almost guarantee that no one had read this much, but if you have, thank you too :)

Thanks for all the love and support.

I love you guys, every one of you with those fucked up sleep schedules that decide to talk to me, everyone who follows me and some of the ppl that don’t, but in general, I love my friends. Thanks.

:) <3 happy new year.

[strawbrygashez]

My moot @soap-mothership5 asked for my thoughts about Tyler & his fashion sense and I definitely have a couple thoughts on the matter!!!!! 😈😈😈😈 (also sorry some of these get off track and some are more soapshipping things 💀)

•I THINK…. He’d try almost every style at least once. He loves also finding excuses to dress up like if there was a rave he could get into for free he’s dressing to the GODS in rave wear. Same could be said if there was like a goth night at some club somewhere. He takes that kinda shit as a challenge to out do everyone in the fashion department.

•He loves wearing flashy outfits obviously. He doesn’t give a shit what people assume about him and he doesn’t give a shit when people look at him like he’s crazy or whatever. He thinks it’s funny when he gets judgemental stares from people and might even try to put on more of a show because of it (stretching so his shirt goes up more, tugging his pants down a little bit more). He also thinks it’s sweet when people compliment his fashion sense.

• Hes way too good at thrifting. Like you would never expect to be able to find half the shit he does find when he goes. He’ll come home & have a huge pair of platform boots under his arm that he got from a thrift store. The narrator is confused out of his mind because those look expensive but somehow.. Tyler just found them. Tyler has amazing thrifting luck.

•He doesn’t stick to just the men side when it comes to clothes shopping. He will look everywhere for anything. (Unrelated but someone’s probably asked him if the see thru nightgown he’s buying is for a girlfriend and he’s just like, “nah. It’s for my boyfriend.”)

•PERSONALLY I THINK HED SERVE SOOOOOO MUCH IN GRUNGE FAIRY FASHION

(Pic isn’t mine)

ALSO HE NEEDS TO WEAR THIS SOOOO BAD

•If he wasn’t sooooo against this and that and didn’t wanna do project mayhem stuff or whatever, I think he would be a really good fashion designer or model. I need a fashion designer tyler au so bad…

•He’s a hypocrite about not people ‘not being the clothes they wear’ smh. He also will take the fact that he reads fashion magazines to the grave. He’s almost gotten caught owning them a couple times but he blamed them being in the house on marla. The narrator never questioned marla about it.

•He gets the narrator clothes. Both for work and just being at home. Surprisingly he does take into account that the narrator doesn’t wanna be as flashy as him or show off that much of his body. He finds the narrator some pieces that he actually really ends up loving. When Tyler brought him home a penguin onesie, the narrator swore up and down he wouldn’t put that on bc he’d make fun of him..he has it on a minute later tho 🙄 he supposes the teasing isn’t that bad (and being called cute definitely helps)

•Tyler gets attached to certain pieces more than others. His favorite things ever are his sunglasses and red jacket. He’ll pretend they don’t mean shit to them but will obviously look really shook up if something happened to them. The narrator keeps it in mind to be gentle with the clothes Tyler seems to like a lot. The motherfucker will even clean his sunglasses for him when he’s missing Tyler and needs something to do :/

•He loves when the narrator wears his shirts to bed or around the house. They are always baggy on him :,)

•HE KEEPS IN MIND THE OUTFITS & PIECES THE NARRATOR SEEMS TO LIKE THE MOST WHEN HE GETS DRESSED UP! he’ll wear the one pair of shorts he has that are just kinda too short just bc he knows the narrator is dying over it. The narrator is gripping the arms of his seat, trying not to pounce on him whenever Tyler throws on something to get a reaction out of him.

[the-haunted-office]

It is both an interesting and an amusing coincidence that Ed should mutter to his dog Colossus that they are no longer in Kansas, as the Office they have both suddenly found themselves in is indeed located in Kansas - what was once Kansas, anyway. They would have no way of knowing at the present, though, that Kansas and pretty well the rest of the world had been met with the apocalypse some time ago in this dimension, and therefore Kansas no longer exists, thus rendering the previous point moot. Perhaps, then, not physically in Kansas after all, but rather in spirit.

Kansas or not, Ed and his dog Colossus are in the Office, one of the most mysterious places in the universe - at least, the known universe - and as he has noticed, there are pancakes everywhere. And the one responsible for those pancakes being everywhere is still in the process of creating pancakes and making them go everywhere.

By the time he's discovered the litter of pancakes and Doom as the source of them, Doom's discovered him, but she's not about to take her focus off the pan to pay him any attention. The Office gets strange visitors just about every other day, and this strange man's arrival is no different, so stopping what she's doing to pay special attention to him comes second to accomplishing her task of successfully flipping a pancake in a pan.

His advice, however, does not go unheard. A few weeks ago, before her adventures in Dimension 42, she might have told him off for daring to interrupt her, for daring to assume that she doesn't know what she's doing. She likely would have told him that she meant to put all those pancakes all over the floor and ceiling, that it was part of an art project, and that the pancake currently cooking in the pan was meant for his face next if he didn't fuck off and mind his own business right away. The pan itself would have been meant for going up his ass immediately after that.

Now, though, she corners those turbulent thoughts in her mind and locks them away before they have a chance to be spoken. Assumptions. Assumptions that everyone means her harm. That everyone is looking down on her and thinks her an idiot, even total strangers who might just be looking to help her.

"Right," she says with a sigh, keeping the agitation out of her voice because really, she's angry at the pancakes and at Cyrus, not at the stranger. "To be honest, I don't know if that's what I've been doing, I've just been flipping the damned things and, well, you can see where they've all ended up. But, hmm... Maybe you ought to stand out in the hallway, just in case."

She does go ahead and try his advice, and what ends up happening is she almost catches the pancake back into the pan. It goes a little too far back and lands on her hand that's holding the pan instead, which burns the hell out of her. Cursing, she drops the pan straight onto the floor and shakes her hand to dispel the pain.

"Well! That could have gone better! Closer than the others, though!" she says through gritted teeth, though she doesn't bother with going to run it under the sink or anything. Doesn't matter to her - it'll heal very quickly, although Ed probably doesn't know that. "Who are you, by the way?" she asks, as if none of this is weird and as if she didn't just burn herself. Her eyes then fall on Colossus. "And is that your dog?"

/* hope it's okay to answer this as an ice breaker? I went through your meme tag, but couldn't stop thinking about this one, it's too funny to pass up */

It was barely 8 AM, and Ed was on his fourth cup of tea for the day. Or at least, he was in search of it. The first had been at 5:45 in preparation so he wouldn't crash on his commute to work. The second was at 6:30, while he took thirty minutes to prepare for his early morning meeting with his boss, and the thid during said meeting, because anything involving Richard Mackey required extra caffeine to cope with, never mind that the sadistic bastard scheduling a meeting at 7AM of all times.

He probably should have gone for coffee, but he would be damned if he started drinking it this early because of Mackey.

Sometimes, Ed swore his boss was a vampire, for how he managed to drain all of Ed's energy whenever they met. Whether this was true or not was yet to be seen, but Ed certainly felt exhausted after the meeting, enough that he collected his large black Irish Wolfhound and service dog, Colossus, for mobility aid when he stopped by his office to fill his favorite pigeon adorned infuser mug adorned with his favorite blend of lavender earl grey.

He made the short trek down the hall to the executive lounge to get hot water for his tea, only to catch the laugh of--just his luck--the energy sucking vampire he'd just been discussing adding literal spyware to their operating system and pushing up the release date with just minutes before.

Ed had said everything he possibly could to dissuade his boss short of calling the man an idiot, because someone had to have principles here, and if he called his boss an idiot then not only would he lose his position on the the board and as lead developer, but he would undoubtedly be replaced with someone who, in contrast to Ed wh--much to his loathing--pretended he didn't know what ethical programming was and found ways to technically do what his boss wanted while also....not, would actually agree to putting in the spyware on their OS without seeing any issue with it.

The short of it being: Ed was low on spoons, and if the previous conversation came up again, he was liable to actually call the man an idiot, so he did the sensible thing, and turned heel to find a lounge on one of the lower floors.

He marched to the elevator and punched a random button, quickly hitting the button to close the door as well, not wanting to have to deal with any of his coworkers.

After what felt like a solid minute, the elevator dinged, letting Ed out onto... a floor. He didn't know which one, nor did he care. He probably should have, given labyrinthine layout of Encom's offices, but surely finding the lounge couldn't be that hard.

And he did eventually find a lounge. Though, it certainly didn't look like the ones he was familiar with in the tower. Everything here looked much newer than even anything in the executive lounge.

It was also a health hazard. A tripping hazard for anyone, certainly, but also liable to land Ed in the hospital if Ed managed to ingest anything covered in gluten much as th

That was, of course, assuming the pancakes weren't gluten free. Which. Who would waste so much batter of any kind to begin with, but with the ridiculous markup on anything gluten-free?

The voice over the intercom broke him out of his thoughts, drawing his attention from the glutinous minefield to the woman at the stove on the other side.

He didn't recognize the voice on the speaker, and come to think about it, he didn't recognize the view out the window, either. It certainly wasn't sunny downtown Los Angeles.

Either he'd somehow stepped through an interdimensional portal, or he'd fallen asleep at his desk and wasn't actually here, and Ed had no idea which was more plausible as the second was likely but the first might as well happen given his luck.

Ed glanced down at Colossus, meeting the dog's soft brown eyes. "Oh Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," he muttered.

He looked back up at the scene in front of him, at the woman shaking glass out of the pan, feeling as though his mind was running an infinite loop, debating how much he wanted more tea, and if it was worth the health hazards, or if he wanted to go back to the lounge on his floor and risk losing his job if by chance his boss was still there.

Also factoring in the broken glass; he didn't want Colossus cutting his pads on it by accident...

Though to think about it... if he wasn't at Encom anymore... could he get back to his office?

...Ed definitely needed the caffeine. (Not coffee. He'd be damned if he let Business Brat the Energy Vampire win and get him to drink coffee this early.)

He glanced at Doomsday, considering what to say so he wouldn't accidentally get hit with her next pancake. He'd never been the best cook, or baker, but Marlin used to love to bake, and if he remembered correctly what they'd taught him...

"Forgive me if I'm saying something you're already doing," Ed said hesitantly, carefully picking his way across the minefield of pancakes in search of a kettle, "I only really saw the pancake flying from the doorway and not... your technique, but... If I had to guess from the trajectory, you're doing an upward motion with the pan? What you want to do is, forward and back a few to gain momentum once the bottom side is fully cooked, then a sharp forward in a slight downward arc. You use the curve of lip of the pan to flip it. Or, that's what my ex told me once."

[gogolstoelicker]

Bonjour. Since requests are open can i request twisted wonderland with a mikasa-like reader⁉️⁉️ neway i love your writing style ‼️😍💪 but like can we be moots tho 🤯💯

Twisted wonderland with a Mikasa!MC

warning(s):

notes: •MIKASA IS SO🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹💓💓💓💓💓💓

•thanks bro😈💪 and i would love to be moots!

•sorry this took a while KSKKS

•also, i might not update fot a while bc i got sick lmao #sickcore

You're emotionally withdrawn and is noticeably dangerous, intimidating both enemies and comrades. A stoic and level headed individual, you're rarely seen to lose your cool or be at loss of what to do, no matter how bleak the situation seems to be.

No matter how stoic you are, you deeply care for your friends, seeing them as the last remnants of a family you cannot afford to lose.

Heartslabyul:

riddle almost collapsed to the ground and sob when he saw you

like omg?! look at you bro, look at you

now look at those three animals you call as friends

like u may be intimidating but at least you're 1000000000 times better than your friends

you and riddle are like that one spiderman meme lol

bc mothers, get it? (if I'm wrong then uh... this is awkward)

trey is glad that your friend group had at least one responsible person (and another that's trying to be responsible) in the group

he doesn't really mind u came off as intimidating and that u look stoic

i mean there's the diasomnia students so you're fine!!

cater well, at first he was like😮🤔🤔

and then he did a 180 and now he's all sunshine and rainbow with you

like HEY HOW'S YOUR DAY PREFECT💥🌈🌀

ace will def cause problems on purpose sometimes

cant help it man, hes a little shit

and you're his best friend that's gonna be stuck with him forever

whenever you told him it's bad and he did it anyway, you just follow him to make sure he's not hurt in any way

ace, ofc, notices this and is now using it to his fullest advantage😍‼️

deuce, however, tried his best to be just like you and not cause problems

but it failed bc of a certain someone

he feels kind of bad about it so he whacks ace abt it after

u don't have to thank him it's ok😁‼️

probably beats overblot riddle up to snap him out of it

everyone:😱😱😱😱

Savanaclaw:

well all of them are pretty much strong too and could come off as intimidating

so when they saw u, they were like, omg they were supposed to be in our pack😍‼️

okok /j im sorry pls dont attack me

leona and ruggie don't really mind ur intimidating aura

and neither do they mind how stoic u are

maybe ruggie will tease u about it here and there

but other than that, they don't mind‼️

you and jack lowkey kins each other?

bc you both care abt ur friends and tried ur best so they won't hurt themselves in some problems they got into and if they won't listen to you guys, you'll follow them to make sure they didn't get too hurt or things didn't get too bad

it's a silent agreement between the two of you LMAO

like one look at the squad, and then a look at each other and then y'all nod at each other

he really admires how strong u are too! like you're magicless but you're really strong

and the fact that you're from the army? WOAH😮

he invited you to train with him every morning

its now the both of your routines

all of them saw u take down a whoke group of savanaclaw students by yourself and go 😮⁉️

i would say smth abt u beating up overblot leona too but we wouldn't want you to turn into sand now, would we

Octavinelle:

everyone probably remembered how u quite literally beat the shit out of trio with that strength of yours

when they asked for it ofc (oh god i sound like one of the boyz)

like that one time when y'all are trying to steal that one picture

or that one time during his overblot

probably flipped floyd like vil did

oh jade is very amused

and is very interested

you better start running

or maybe stay if u like jade or smth idk

while azul is amused, he kind of have some war flashbacks with how u beat the shit out of him one time

sometimes when he looks at you, he was taken back to when he got his ass whooped and jolted a little

aHahA! you asked him what made him jolt? nothing he just.. forgot smth!

see you later! maybe never tho😁‼️

oh floyd is having the time of his life with you

like ofc he is kind of pissed that you flipped him like he's some paper or something BUT

he is EXTREMELY amused and will poke at you every single day:D!

i do hope you're ready bc he appear out of nowhere just so he can spend time with you^^!!

no worries tho, he don't bite

or does he?

Scarabia:

oh well kalim don't really mind how intimidating u are!

ok maybe he minds a little at first

but now, it doesn't even effect him anymore!

hell, he can even detect ur aura from afar now

he's an empath btw

i made so many empath jokes i can't even

like, "i sense the prefect here somewhere"

even if u wore smth really different (mostly bc of ur friends)

like a full clown fit? oh he knows its you

hm? is that u cosplaying as xiao or smth?

WOWIE🤩YOU'RE REALLY GOOD AT THIS

jamil is happy

literal heart eyes when he saw u

he's so happy he might shed a tear or two every night

bc omg!! finally!! someone he can trust around kalim!!

like they'll surely make sure kalim won't die or smth from one of his shenanigans

or someone to make sure kalim won't get assassinated or smth??

he almost throws a party of his own

Pomefiore:

rook would be all over u once he walked past u in the hallways

like oh! it's u prefect!!!!!!!!!!!

he ran up to u with a big smile on his face

like he gives u endless praises each time

and won't leave that spot

someone will have to drag him away

vil, doesn't really mind about u

like sure, u care abt ur friends and thats admirable

you're also really strong and he thinks it's good that u know some self defense

but he does wish you'll smile more😁

even if u have nothing to smile abt in ur life

/hj

epel admired u bro

i mean he may be a little intimidated at first

but he slowly warms up to u and got used to it

and now he's cheering ur ass everything u kicked some ass!!

like yeah prefect! go prefect! show them who's boss!!

Ignihyde:

idia doesn't really care about you

but whenever he saw u, he does feels some chills ran down his spine

can't help it man, your aura is really intimidating

he might even winced a bit when he saw u beat those ppl up who dared to hurt u and ur friend

safe to say, he won't ever try to pick a fight with u!:D

well maybe

anyways

ortho, doesn't really care!

he thinks you're amazing

and thankfully, idia got some data abt u that tried to convince him you're not scary at all

well i mean sure, you're no longer scary but

you're still scary

you get what i mean?

like you're not scary anymore but at the same time you're scary

and HELPPP LFMAOAOAOA

idia will surely get some beatings in chapter 6

Diasomnia:

well i mean you're in the army so u probably got along well with sebek and silver since they're knights in training (if im not mistaken)

they would sometimes train with you

sebek would even ask u to spar with him sometimes!

silver doesn't really mind ur aura, neither does sebek

they both think you're really strong and admired u for that

plus, the one they served literally have the same aura

lilia, hehe, is a little shit too:D!

he tried everything, and i mean EVERYTHING to make u show a reaction

hanging upside down, giving u his food, spooking u by suddenly appearing behind u, etc

but u won't budge and he has taken as interest on u bc if that

goodluck! u might wanna run to the infirmary everyday!!

dw silver tried to stop him

it was successful sometimes

well sometimes anyway

malleus, doesn't really care

i mean students avoided him bc of his aura too

plus, he's more than happy to have a friend he can relate too!

he really wants to spar with u but held back

overall, they all like u! well sebek won't admit it but u get the point!

[astralwaifu]

omg i liked your writing so much!!!! if it's not a problem,could you do the same with shiggy but the reader has a nullifying quirk so shigaraki's quirk doesn't work on her/them and they hug at the end? have a nice day!!!

Ithank you so much moots!!!! I am really happy you enjoyed it! (Also sorry it took so much to answer your ask, I've had quite a lot of exams recently, but it's over now and I nailed them - like 90%)

Also check the Dabi one right here!

Shigaraki with a nullifying quirk! Reader - platonic

genre: fluff, angst and sum crack

wc: 1.1k

warnings: language probably

a/n: ngl, I teared up a lil while writing. I love Shigaraki sm and this request was literal heaven. I just enjoy writing that crusty ass. Requests-open!(I also want to try doing song fics, so ask ahead)

"Who upset you?" you hear his coarse voice ask.

You looked up at the blue haired male who was towering over where you sat on the floor curled in a ball of sorrow and pity. Glass like tears were falling down your hot cheeks.

"Who?" he harshly repeated.

"Dabi."

Shigaraki stomped away, rushing to the bar, you following quietly behind him. He took such big steps, that it almost seemed like he was flying to the room.

A burning feeling filled his chest as he approached the said man that made you cry. No warning, no reaction time from the others, Tomura grabbed the bar stool that Dabi was sitting on, pressing strongly with all 5 fingers on it. The dark haired man fell loudly on the floor hitting himself when he lost his balance.

He was now looking with a confused, outraged look in his wide bright blue eyes at Shigaraki, while sitting in a big, nice pile of dust.

The room fell quiet.

"The next time you decide to be a dick, better think twice" Shigaraki barked through his gritted teeth, then rushed to his room slamming the door behind him.

Everyone was shocked, you mostly. Your tears were now dry and you felt the need to laugh at the scene : Dabi with his ass full of dust sitting on the floor, a broken glass of liquor to his right, screeching "WHAT THE FU - "

later

Shigaraki was lost in thought, not even paying attention to his game anymore. What was the heavy burden on his chest right now? Why did it last this long?

You were playing next to him on the console, trying to pas the level. The tip of your tongue was resting between your open lips, completing the look of concentration on your face. "Can you focus? I don't want to loose because of you, idiot"

Why did it pain him so much to see you suffering, drowning in sorrow? Why did watching you cry make him want to decay this entire world?

"If anyone's the idiot here, it's you. You don't even play it right!" he scowled.

"Ugh, shut up, you look like a rabid dog"

Rabid dog? He would usually dust anyone trying to speak to him like that...But not you. He found it funny when you insulted him, only making him want to backtalk. Such a familiar feeling...almost like a....

"At least I don't have half a brain like you, brat" he commented with a smug smile. "What was that earlier? The whole Dabi thing...Don't get me wrong, I just want to know why I dusted a perfectly fine chair"

You looked at him briefly with wide glassy eyes before turning your stare to the screen. Cold, blue light was shining on your profile.

"He said I was useless to the league... I couldn't fight with my quirk, or help them in anything and I... I know that's not true but-" you looked timidly at the bewildered man, waiting for his reaction "-it still gets to me..."

"...sister?" When Kurogiri suggested this, Shigaraki denied it with every bone and fiber in his body. Why would he see you as a sister? You were just another lost brat, that somehow entered the League and...and stayed by him. Not by the organization's goals and ideals, but by him. And he found himself equally invested in your presence, always looking after and protecting you. Hell, even inviting you to play videogames with him!

Shigaraki didn't need a family, or that is what he told himself all his miserable, little life. Or was he told that? He has his sensei, Kurogiri, an army of Nomus ready to destroy everything at his command. Why would he need someone to genuinely care about him?

"That's not true and you know that" his shaky voice sputtered. "Damn, y/n, I hope you are joking right now, how can you even think about yourself like that?!" he was angry now. "You must be demented to ever say that kind of shit about yourself. You are not worthless, I'm telling you and this is coming from the LEADER of the League, not some crispy man with a questionably, weird, purple skin! My god, let's see that Dabi fucker nullify someone's quirk next time, huh?!'

He pushed the buttons on his controller so hard, his character died, the words "LEVEL FAILED" appearing red and bold on the screen. Shigaraki's breath was sharp and fast.

When he looked at you, tears were falling from your eyes. He panicked, what did he say, did he make you cry?

As his anxiety hit him, you launched forward to him, wrapping your arms around his lanky torso so strongly, like you were afraid he'll run away from your touch.

He did considered that for a brief moment, scared that he will accidentally hurt you.

He knew how dangerous his hands were, how much pain and sorrow they caused, how much lives they've taken... Still you weren't letting go.

Slowly he rested his hands on your back, still shacking from fear.

Then he melted. He completely melted into your embrace, holding you even tighter that you did, resting his head into the crook of your neck. Tomura felt the tears forming in his eyes.

Who would care for a demon, for a monster like him without expecting anything in return? Who would willingly become family for a cruel, lost man like him?

"Thank you, Tomura. Thank you" you whispered against his soft, blue locks. "Thank you for caring for me, I-" you choked on your own sobbs. "I never... never had a family to look after me like this and... and you...you just...are that familiy"

You. You would care for him. And it was also you that made him feel something else besides rage and sorrow.

Tomura was fully crying on your shoulder.

He was vulnerable to the world, to you right now, something he didn't felt for ages, a feeling erased from his memory, yet hidden somewhere far away, where the blurred image of a family still existed.

How could your quirk be useless when it gave him the chance to finally experience the physical affection he had always yearned for?

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[wardowrites]

The throbbing in his knee wasn’t quick to disappear and he rubbed sorely at it, trying to ignore the worried glances people were sending his way. Still, that was nothing compared to the concerned looks bestowed upon him when Louis loudly commanded him to sit down. 

Without thinking, he dropped back down into this chair and then blinked in surprise at the uncharacteristic display of obedience. Not only had he just done what Louis asked of him, but he’d done so quickly and without an argument. And now everyone was staring at him like he was in need of being rescued.

“I only sat down ‘cause my leg hurts, not ‘cause you told me to,” he tried to argue, but it was a moot point by now. Louis was now doing his best to turn the charm on and act like they weren’t some couple in the midst of a dispute. It wasn’t as if what he was trying to convince everyone else in the bar of was, in any way, off base, but he still looked panicked by the assumption that people thought he might have been Wardo’s controlling boyfriend. An almost laughable idea. Louis had never once attempted to control Wardo, even back when they’d been dating and Wardo was a goddamn annoying force that nobody with modicum of common sense wanted to reckon with.

When Louis dropped his voice, Wardo strained to hear it, leaning forward in a way that grew far too intimate far too quickly.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” he pointed out, huffily. As if sitting rigidly in the bar was in any way indicative that he wanted to be there.

Frowning at Louis’ words, he shook his head, face screwing up in confusion. What the fuck was he on about now? 

In what world was Louis Denver, actual published author, the one who should be embarrassed about their situation right now? All Wardo could do for a beat was stare at him, completely bewildered. But given that he was always the man with something to say, he recovered quickly and spat out, “Are you a fucking idiot?”

It probably wasn’t the right thing to say if he wanted to keep the interaction leaning towards any degree of civil, but he couldn’t help it. Either Louis was pulling his leg and deliberately being obtuse about the situation on purpose, or he was a lot thicker than Wardo had ever given him credit for, and he had once been the person to loudly proclaim Louis as an unparalleled intellect any time he got the chance to read the other man’s writing.

“Really? You’re being serious right now?” he asked, then slumped back in the chair, eyes falling shut. He grasped the empty beer bottle in front of him, now wishing more than ever that he had that other drink to keep him occupied, or at least give him the liquid courage he needed to get through this conversation.

“You’re the one that’s embarrassed?” he hissed, dropping his voice to the same level as Louis’ as he urged the other man to see sense. “Of course I can’t stand to be around you, every time I do I end up losing my mind or kissing you. Sometimes both at the same goddamn time.”

He wanted to scooch his chair back to put some more distance between the two of them, just so he wouldn’t be in danger of losing himself to the desire to give into option two of those he’d just listed. Balling his hands into fists, he tipped his head skyward. 

“I still don’t know how to be around you and be fucking normal, so god forbid I want another drink to get through this without acting up.”

It seemed that while Louis had managed to catch Wardo's attention, he couldn't hold it. No sooner was Wardo looking up then he was looking away, eyes back on his phone. Shame burned deep inside him, making his palms sweat, making him feel too-hot in the stuffy overcrowdedness of the bar. Huffing out a sigh, Louis worked the top button of his shirt open, exposing what was sure to be his reddened neck underneath. Not only did the other man not want to be here, he couldn't even look at Louis. It was painful, the absolute indifference Wardo showed to him, whilst Louis tried his hardest to claw back any semblance of friendship he and his ex had before they'd gotten together, before he'd packed his bags and left for good.

"Checking in, right." Louis echoed, drumming ink-stained fingertips upon the table-top. He could only imagine what Ivy's version of checking in entailed. She was about as subtle as a wrecking ball, it was one of the main reasons he loved her, but in this case, her well-meaning advice was probably pushing Wardo to bark entirely up the wrong tree.

His fingers dipped into the pool of perspiration his sweating beer had made on the table, dragging watery lines across the wood. He avoided Wardo's eyes, wondering what would be the best way to get them both out of this. He didn't want Wardo to feel awkward, or sorry for him, the tortured poet who couldn't stop clinging desperately to Wardo's coattails.

The sound of Wardo draining the last dregs of his beer were punctuated by glass meeting the table, forcing Louis' eyes upward.

Confusion etched on his features, he questioned, "Another? Bu-"

Wardo was up like a shot, his knee colliding with the table and a loud curseword slipping from his mouth, drawing attention to the awkward twosome. If possible, Louis flushed even redder, the blush travelling up his neck to his cheeks as he moved to stand with Wardo, palms still splayed upon the table.

"Will you sit down!" Louis snapped, the words coming out as a hiss between his teeth. He had done the thing he promised he wouldn't - let his emotions get the better of him. The gawking onlookers faces' turned from surprise to mild distress. Louis checked himself quickly, throwing a small smile at a woman two tables over who was scowling at him, sending Wardo worried little glances. The writer worked to soften his features, eyes apologetically downcast as he sank again into his seat.

"I just mean..." Louis breathed, voice dropping so now only Wardo could hear. He scrabbled at the wood anxiously, the tabletop splintering under his nails. He couldn't stop fucking fidgeting. "If you don't want to be here, that's fine. But just say you don't wanna be here and go."

Maybe it was time to admit that the man he missed just... wasn't there anymore. Or, he was, but the part that Louis had known and loved was now locked away to him. Louis didn't get to see Wardo anymore, all the magic and poetry and deep charm and sarcasm Louis knew he posessed, not in the same way he once had.

"It's fuckin' embarrassing, sitting here, proffering myself to you, clamouring for even a second of your attention," he scoffed, "when you clearly can't stand being around me."

[itsnothingofinterest]

Okay, so tangent between all the emotional stuff going on: people are currently theorizing that Izuku is gonna end up passing through all the fights against the villains on his way over to UA; worst case inserting himself in fights he doesn’t belong in. I’m afraid this has caused me to become “that guy” again because; given how the sheer degree to which this situation is stacked in the heroes favour, any fight besides the one against Tomura (and maybe AFO) that lasts long enough for Deku to get there from seemingly across various stretches of the whole country would be a huge embarrassment to the heroes.

Like, let’s go over this one last (ha) time:

The Heroes, assuming all active heroes participated in both the PLF raid and this attack, number around half of however many of them took out 100,000 villains in the span of a morning.

(Lowest estimates put them at ~500 at present, but that number assumes 1 no-name hero is worth 100 no-name villains; which seems extreme even for how competent the pros are usually portrayed, so there are likely many many more. Speaking of.)

The villains meanwhile number...far less then that. I think they’ve got ~136 PLF remnants including the League, AFO, 6 Nomu, however many jailbreakers AFO recruited (which I don’t believe are a lot considering he told most to just run rampant. Single digits would not be unbelievable.), and whatever mutant civilians Spinner recruited. They’re severely outnumbered, basically. And even with 2 AFO’s, outgunned too.

I also remind you that the heroes picked their battles too; that’s the whole point of this operation. Plus this series uses an ability-based power system, and we’ll look at the Dabi fight to explain what that means: The heroes almost certainly have at least 3 guys who hard counter fire & a few more that soft-counter it + the total forces to safely send all of them after Dabi with general back-up = there’s not really any reason Dabi should still be causing any trouble in 5 minutes time. This should hold true for any villain worth remembering besides AFO & the Nomu.

And as the Jaku fight has shown; a dozen competent heroes dedicated to taking out each one of them will probably win decisively; though they can always double that number just to be safe and ensure everyone goes home faster.

Unless a truly major shake-up that somehow affects every fight in the war in the villains’ favor occurs, there shouldn’t really be anything for Deku to do by the time he reaches any of these fights during his cross-country sprint. And maybe I’m unimaginative but most such shake-ups I can thank of to possibly fit that description tend to feature Tomura not being at UA anymore, possibly just coming to Izuku and/or the other villain fights and/or maybe even bringing all those fights to him; either way making the whole thing a moot point.

[glassphinix]

What does your captainsona think of the crew?

[smacks my dumb little table enthusiastically] okay so,

burt - yin finds him intimidating at first; after all, he's a big, fuckin tall bloke who could probably crack them like a glowstick. that fear dissipates fairly quickly though. he's a little bit of a scatterbrain sometimes, but his advice is sound and he's a solid worker. they trust him to keep the reactor in good shape and they admire his poetic knowledge. (but they're still a little put off by how imposing he looks.)

gunther - to be perfectly honest, they're not sure about gunther. they definitely respect him - he's experienced, loyal, and cares for the crew more ferociously than yin does - but his trigger-happy nature sets them on edge when he's around. they know he has the ship's best interests at heart, and he's charismatic enough for yin to consider him a friend, but they're always glancing at him to make sure his hands are far from his guns. (a moot effort; he has many, many hidden weapons.)

celci - probably the one yin trusts the most besides mark. she's very professional and resolute, like them, which is something they appreciate. they don't speak a whole lot unless it's work-related, but that's something yin would like to change. (they have a sneaking suspicion she knew them in college though, and if they brought it up they would never live it down. they were feral back then. (she remembers perfectly, she's just too polite to mention it. or biding her time. either. both!))

mark - yin trusts him the most by a landslide. they've known each other for a long time; i havent decided yet if they met in college or in a more specialised space academy or something, but mark's the one who convinced them to give the spacefaring thing a try (they were originally going to handle tech/communications on the ground, or possibly even become a nautical captain.) they work fantastically together, almost always on the same wavelength, for better or worse.

after the main story, yin is extremely attached to him. they've lived entire lifetimes without him and spent centuries untold turning the multiverse upside-down to find him, and if they had to, they would do it all again without question. if the wormhole truly is fixed, and this lifetime is their last, they don't want to lose him again.

yin quietly believes they're soulmates; not necessarily in the romantic (or even platonic) sense, but fated to have an impact on each other's lives in almost every universe. they've seen enough universes to imply that's the case, anyway.

everyone else - yin doesn't have time to get to know every single crew lead, but they try to learn everyone's first name, at least. they never waste an opportunity to praise and thank the crew for doing their jobs well, and they trust the crew absolutely. they're the best of the best, yin knows; nothing else would suffice for humanity's first interstellar colony. so they trust the crew, and the crew trusts them in turn. (something about mack/theory crew perturbs them post-canon, but they try not to let it show.)

[forthesanityofstorytellers]

(I hope this is okay)

1.) Find and talk to @sleepyowlwrites and be nice because we love Sleepy and everyone should be nice to Sleepy

2.) Find a writing Discord server that also connects to writeblr (@moon-and-seraph has one I believe, and they also have things that go on throughout the week that you can read others writings or add your own even though that should really go under point 3)

3.) Find out when/where writblr events happen (Something like Writeblr Hunger Games MCed by @whgmasterofceremonies, Writeblr Battle Royale [although the event itself seems to have stopped atm you can still read some good writing and find writeblrs to follow that way] MCed by @writeblrbattleroyale, and I believe there have been things like a gift exchange (usually fanart of someone's OCs or a writing of some sort), there was the writeblr Trick-or-Treat event, and I think one or two writeblrs put on some sort of campfire stories event in the summer. Admittedly you'd have to keep an eye out for those next year, but at least you'll have something to look out for. OH and I almost forgot but another good one that happens weekly is @flashfictionfridayofficial to read some great writing and talk to the writeblrs who wrote the stuff.

4.) Start, find, or join a Writeblr tag chain. Those come up every once in a while and basically it starts with someone going "HEY I wanna make friends, writeblrs tag your moots!" and then sometimes it takes off. I have a few of them somewhere on my blog, and tomorrow I'll try to reblog those so they're at the top so you won't have to hunt for them or ask me about it if you don't want to

5.) @jacqueswriteblrlibrary rbs other writeblrs things, so you can probably find some people that way and go follow other writeblrs!

6.) OH and don't forget to look up and/or follow tags like Worldbuilding Wensday, Storyteller Saturday, Blobo Blursday. I know there's more I just can't remember them 😅

Hey, I was wondering if you know a way to meet fellow writers to talk to about writing? I really like talking about my writing and stories and I also enjoy listening to others talk about theirs, but I don't know how to find anyone to talk to about these things.

Honestly, for now, I'd say going to the "writeblr intro" tag and just greeting new writers/commenting on people's intros is one great way to meet new friends.

People that are fresh to tumblr tend to be really skittish about reaching out to people, even moreso than veterans. And that includes people that have been on tumblr but in other communities other than writeblr, so I'd say that would be one great way to make new friends that write. People also tend to include details about what they're working on that may help you realize if their writing is something you'd be interested in, which already is a nice kickstart to a conversation about the piece. And if you find commonalities with them, about yours as well.

Ummm, I've been trying for like 2+ years now to find the perfect way to connect writeblrs with one another and tighten the bond within the community, but it's something I'm still diligently working on. If you have any ideas of things that might make it easier for you, personally, to feel connected to the community, let me know! I'll try to figure out a way to include it in my future attempts to connect the community. :)

Thank you for reaching out. And I know my beautiful followers. I guarantee you there'll be a whole swarm of writers that comment on this that they'd love to become your friend, so for all we know, you'll make new friends simply from sending in this ask.

I wish you the best! Hopefully this helps, even if a little. :)

Happy writing and happy friendship-building. ~ ❤️

[five-rivers]

What Was Bound, What Was Loosed Chapter 3

Written for Dannymay Day 6: Core.

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Ellie took to spending her days in the palace library.

Danny thought he was trapped. Believed he was trapped. So did everyone else. But Ellie didn’t believe it. All cages had keys. Danny had opened hers. It was only right that she return the favor.

(Of course, she wasn’t happy about being stuck herself. There were still things she wanted to see on Earth. She missed the stars.)

The books were old and new. Some were in English, others were in languages she couldn’t even begin to recognize. Most of them had nothing to do with what she was looking for. Like in any library, they were on a wide variety of subjects, all spread out.

Still, she searched. The stack of tomes that had to do with ghostly kingship and the laws of the Infinite Realms grew progressively larger. Occasionally, one of the shades would attempt to put the books back, but they were easily dissuaded, having no will of their own.

She was making progress. Not a lot, but some. Enough to keep her going.

.

Vlad knew when to quit.

Oh, maybe it didn’t seem like it, he was easily as obsessive as any ghost, but he did. Sometimes, a plan just wasn’t feasible, and he had to cut his losses.

Cutting his losses, in this case, meant getting incredibly drunk on ghost wine. Fright Knight didn’t approve, but who cared what he thought? Fright Knight was part of the reason he was in this situation in the first place!

If he had just been warned this would happen, he’d have been able to make arrangements, to find some way to keep his portal open, or to stay in the human world, where his life was.

But no. They were all trapped here. No way out.

When hundreds of ghosts all said the same thing, Vlad was inclined to believe them. Danielle, as motivated as she was, was simply experiencing denial. Or, perhaps, bargaining. He had to admit he was never exactly clear on the stages of grief.

Then, there was Daniel, who seemed to be firmly trapped in the ‘depression’ stage, more of a ghost than Vlad had ever seen him as. He lingered in corners, at the edge of Vlad’s vision, quiet, sad, always flanked by Fright Knight and that other ghost, the one with the clocks.

There were parts of him, his Obsession reasserting itself, that yearned to reach out to Danny, but… He didn’t even know how to begin.

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Danny felt like a pale, wandering shadow of himself.

Most of the time, he slept, exhausted by the demands the Zone made on him and the continuing changes he was undergoing. The expanding circle of vitality, of rejuvenation, of reconstruction and growth, that so many ghosts were celebrating had to draw energy from somewhere, after all, and even though Danny was absorbing just as much as he was expending, that process made him drowsy in and of itself.

Pain, too, plagued him. His missing eye ached, and sometimes it seemed as if the crown was burrowing into his skull, not merely resting on it. His hand hurt from all his attempts to take off the ring.

He could hardly care for himself in even the most basic of ways. Clockwork often had to remind him, or help him, and he was always so excruciatingly gentle.

Then Vlad and Ellie came.

Their arrival was a relief. Ellie was a friend, was family, and hadn’t been complicit in his betrayal and binding. Vlad had been an enemy, and not even an honest one at that, but essentially everything they’d been at odds over was moot, but he was familiar.

Despite the relief, despite his desire to connect with people who hadn’t hurt him, at least not as badly as everyone else, he hung back. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to bridge the gap.

So, he lurked and lingered. When Ellie went to the library, when Vlad moped and bothered the shades that ordered the kitchen, he followed, he watched.

Clockwork and Fright Knight, of course, followed and watched him in turn.

At least, this is what happened when he was awake and aware enough to do anything. Danny was under the impression that being awake and independently mobile at all this soon after being… coronated… was unusual, perhaps even unnerving. Normally, he’d be curious, excited about new abilities and what they might mean. Maybe he’d even throw around a quip or two about how awesome he was but…

It wasn’t the time, and he didn’t have the willpower to reach for even that dubious coping mechanism.

In the too-numerous times when Danny was both awake and not well enough to follow Ellie and Vlad around, he liked to sit in the garden. It was almost peaceful there, by the fountain, although the plants had a distressing tendency to reflect his every change in mood.

Today was one of those days. He was too dizzy and lightheaded to drift after Vlad or Ellie, even if neither of them moved very much, but he didn’t want to stay in the bedroom, or, worse, the throne room. His core seemed to pulse, sluggish and painful in his chest. Or perhaps that was his heart. He couldn’t really tell with this mixed-up form. It could even be both.

Another slow wave of transformation swept out from him, making his extremities tingle. He watched, tiredly, as it briefly interacted with the walls of the palace and the scattered shades before moving on. The shades… another aspect of all this that Danny wasn’t comfortable with, but couldn’t bring himself to learn more about. They were sustained through his power, but what were they? Extensions of his will? Aspects of his personality? Constructs generated by the palace? By the Ghost Zone itself? He didn’t know.

As much as he should try to learn, he couldn’t help but think of them as yet another imposition, another burden he was being forced to bear.

This wasn’t a healthy mindset. Jazz would tell him as much. Jazz wasn’t here.

“Danny!”

He looked up, his one eye already searching for Ellie. Fright Knight stepped forward, as if to protect him, but Danny snarled at him, annoyed. He wasn’t going to let him get in between him and one of the few people he could currently stand. Clockwork stayed back, passive, but he looked… worried. Uneasy. As if anticipating a disaster.

“Danny!” exclaimed Ellie again, bursting from a bush, a thick book raised above her head. “I found it!”

“Found what?” asked Danny, leaning forward slightly as Ellie joined him sitting on the edge of the fountain.

“A way out!” She opened the book and started flipping through it, obviously looking for a specific entry.

Both Clockwork and Fright Knight looked extremely tense, now. They probably didn’t want him to find this, didn’t want him to leave. Would they try to stop him?

He hunched his shoulders. He might not be well, but he could fight and make it hurt.

“Here!” said Ellie, triumphantly. “Look at this.” She tapped a picture of a bright, spherical object.

“The core of the Infinite Realms?” asked Danny, reading the legend of the picture.

“Uh huh. Apparently, it’s what determines what the Ghost Zone is like as a whole and controls the rules and laws and stuff. Like, even when it comes to what ghosts act like, and what they can physically do, or how the Ghost Zone’s physics behave. But the important part is that you can go talk to it and petition it and stuff, and sometimes it’ll listen. I bet we can get it to listen to you and make it so that the Ghost Zone doesn’t need a king anymore.”

Danny felt a flutter of hope. The book was old from what he could see, and, ignoring Ellie’s paraphrasing, the language was fantastical and couched in metaphor, but still if there was a possibility…

Near their feet, small, bright flowers began to bloom, each no larger than the head of a pin.

“Daniel,” said Clockwork, in a careful, soft tone. It wasn’t pity, not quite, but it was the verbal equivalent of being handled with kid gloves. “It doesn’t work like that.”

“Then what is it like?” asked Danny, hunching his shoulders and leaning protectively over Ellie.

“What do you think the King of the Infinite Realms is?” asked Clockwork.

Danny shrugged. Clockwork gave him a small, pained smile.

“The King of Ghosts and the core of the Ghost Zone,” said Clockwork, “they’re the same.”

Danny shook his head, unwilling to let this scrap of hope slip through his fingers so easily.

“Please, Daniel,” said Clockwork. “Why do you think it was so vital that you be crowned? The Realms cannot exist without their core.”

It made sense. A horrible, horrible sense.

“That doesn’t make sense,” said Ellie. “The core’s supposed to be the basis the whole Zone is built on. That can’t just be one person.”

“The library has some books on the subject,” said Clockwork. “But you can see how Daniel is changing things.”

Danny felt his hope collapse and doubled over, hands on his head, face almost touching his legs. A scream bubbled up in his throat, but he swallowed it. All those people, everywhere, his responsibility, his… Not just the people, everything. Everywhere. Not just his responsibility, but relying on him, modeled on him, dependent on him, centered on him.

He wasn’t just the Ghost Zone’s ruler, nominal or not, he was its heart.

“Danny?” asked Ellie. He looked up.

There were blast lines in the ground, radiating away from him. The fountain was cracked and leaking water. Fright Knight had, evidently, grabbed Ellie and leaped away, into the air.

Clockwork hadn’t left, still leaning towards Danny. There was a jagged, dripping slice across his shoulder. Danny gasped, reaching towards him.

“It’s alright,” said Clockwork. “It’s alright.”

“I can’t be,” said Danny. “I can’t be. I’m—I can’t be part of the Ghost Zone. Not—Not like that. That’s not—I can’t be what the Ghost Zone is built on, it doesn’t make sense, I…”

“It’s alright,” repeated Clockwork. “Would you like to go inside? You may feel better if you eat something.”

“Don’t want to bother Vlad,” mumbled Danny. Didn’t want another person to see him crumbling like this.

“We can send something up to your room,” said Clockwork.

He did feel tired. The fountain was repairing itself behind and underneath him. He groaned as the ground beneath him pulled together as well.

“I don’t want to be the core of the Ghost Zone,” he said, knowing that what he wanted was not and never had been a consideration. “I don’t want to be king. I don’t want to be in charge of anything.” He grabbed the edges of Clockwork’s robe, ignoring the moisture despite the pang of guilt it brought him. “I want to go home. And I…” His words failed as he reached for Clockwork’s injury. “I don’t want to do this.”

“This is nothing, Daniel,” putting a gloved hand over the wound. “I have had far worse.”

It started to rain. Great, heavy droplets of water tainted with just enough ectoplasm to glow.

It was one way to hide tears, he supposed.

[kirain]

Hazbin Hotel and VivziePop Drama

I've been hearing/seeing a lot of drama concerning Hazbin Hotel and it's creator VivziePop, and while I don't know her personally or really care what people think, I do hate slander and the spread of misinformation. Truly nothing in this world upsets me more than when people believe rumours while making no effort to fact check, and that's exactly what's happening right now. That said, I wanted to try and clear up some of the rumours going around about Vivzie and the show, because I think some of them are absolutely outrageous and need to be addressed.

1. Vivzie hired an abuser onto the show.

Now, I’m not here to burn anyone at the stake, especially since I don’t know anything about Chris Niosi (the alleged abuser), who I believe openly admitted to the allegations? Regardless, this is a moot point. He’s not credited anywhere at the end of the episode. So either he was booted before production wrapped up or he had nothing to do with the show in the first place.

2. Vivzie supports bestiality.

Admittedly I thought this one might be true, since she draws so many anthropomorphic animals. In the very least, I figured she was probably a furry, but I haven't seen any evidence supporting this accusation either. Near as I can tell, this rumour started for two reasons. One, because of her famous Zoophobia comic, which revolves around a therapist named Cameron who gets assigned to work with human-like animals. Ironically, poor Cameron suffers from crippling zoophobia, which makes for some pretty decent comedy. I didn't read the whole comic because, quite frankly, it’s not my cup of tea and I just don’t have the time. But from what I saw there are no examples of bestiality anywhere in its contents.

Two, this message, which blew up all over social media:

To me, this just proves that people are more interested in virtue signalling than checking to see if their claims are actually true. Everything about this message is 100% false, which I’ll touch on in my next point.

3. Vivzie is a pedophile and she’s drawn child porn.

This is hands down the worst allegation and holy shit, I really wish people would stop using it to defame someone when they don't have any proof. This is a life-ruining accusation and you're disgusting if you believe it based solely on hearsay. This rumour began to spread when Vivzie allegedly shipped the two underage characters in the above photo and drew them NSFW-style. At the time, one character was 19 while the other was 14, and the relationship was a very illegal student-teacher relationship.

This is WRONG! The characters were not 14 and 19, they were actually 18 and 19, the legal age of consent! Additionally, the relationship wasn't student-teacher. One character is a student and the other is Alumni (a student teacher). This one pisses me off the most because it’s obvious the person who sent that message didn’t even bother to conduct any research. They said, “He’s a teacher, she’s a child.” Both characters are MALE!

Since then, Vivzie has apologised for any NSFW art she drew in the past and stated that it's not a reflection of her art today, and I'm inclined to believe her. Almost every artist has drawn NSFW content at some point in their career, and hers wasn't even distasteful. Other than this one example, there is no evidence anywhere that suggests she’s drawn “child porn”. In fact, she’s never even drawn explicit NSFW.

Please stop spreading this rumour. It’s dangerous and completely incorrect.

4. Vivzie said the "N" word!

No, she didn’t. It was a fabricated tweet. That is all.

5. Vivzie is copyright striking every video that criticises her!

No she isn't. YouTube’s DMCA is automatically striking people who are using full clips without permission. Vivzie has gone public several times, telling people exactly how to avoid getting a copy strike from the algorithm, which is something she absolutely does not have to do. At this point, she doesn't owe you anything. In my opinion, she should just sit back and watch these channels burn.

6. Vivzie copies and traces other artists’ work.

This is another one I’ve seen going around, but I looked into it as thoroughly as I could and failed to find any concrete evidence to support the allegations. As of right now, there are only two examples of Vivzie “copying” or “tracing” other artists’ work, and both of them can be explained. The first is a gif she made with a character from her Zoophobia comic, which looked a lot like the girl from ME!ME!ME!:

Damn, that’s pretty incriminating. She obviously stole-- oh, wait. This gif was part of a ME!ME!ME! MEP (multi editor’s project) and Vivzie didn’t take full credit, despite the fact that it’s not even a direct trace. It’s supposed to look like the original, which she fully cited. The second example comes from a short dance sequence from her Timber video, which seems to have been inspired by several Disney movies. As Vivzie herself stated, that was an homage to the original animations. Lots of artists and shows do this, including the beloved Stephen Universe series.

Regardless, this doesn’t count as stealing character designs or plagiarising someone’s work. It’s meant to be respectful, an admiration of other projects. Other than these two instances, however, there is no evidence of her tracing or stealing other people’s art. From what I’ve discovered, all other designs she’s been accused of “stealing” are characters she bought and paid for. They’re quite literally HER characters.

7. Vivzie supports problematic creators.

I’m getting really tired of guilt by association. Vivzie follows and enjoys some controversial figures, but who cares? We can argue all day about whether or not the accusations against them are true, but it ultimately has nothing to do with the show or Vivzie as a person. I do the exact same thing, to be honest-- follow and listen to people on all sides so I can learn, understand, and form my own opinions. The fact that some people think this is bad, to me, is absolutely mesmerising. Vivzie doesn’t control what the people she follows post, and if they do something overly questionable she publicly criticises and denounces it.

From Vivzie:

Now that that’s been dealt with, I’d like to address some complaints/claims about the actual show.

8. Vaggie is an angry Latina stereotype and a lesbian stereotype. Vivzie is appropriating Hispanic culture and misrepresenting the gay for profit.

First off, I see a lot of people passing around yet more misinformation regarding Vivzie's race. So many people seem to think she's white? Well, I'm here to tell you they're wrong. Very incorrect. Vivzie is in fact Latina, and Vaggie is meant to mirror some of her own personality traits.

Second, who is Vaggie mad at? Context matters, and if we take a look at the episode, we see that Vaggie is literally only mad at two specific people: Angel Dust and Alastor. Why? Well, for starters, it's her girlfriend's dream to run a rehab hotel for sinners, and Angel Dust nearly demolishes that dream single-handedly. Vaggie has every right to be over-the-top vitriolic. Then there's Alastor, a known sadist, narcissist, and murderer who loves trapping people in his nefarious schemes. He invites himself in, effectively takes over the hotel, and pushes both her and Charlie aside. At one point he even sexually assaults her by slapping her butt during his musical number. So yeah, I think her seething ire is totally justified. Keep in mind, however, that when she's around Charlie she's calm, collected, and happy. I wouldn't call that a stereotype.

Thirdly, the lesbian stereotypes. I keep hearing this argument but I really don't see it. Both Vaggie and Charlie have so much personality and trust for each other. Maybe I'm wrong, but the stereotype I know always totes a more butch, tomboyish woman with a ditsy, innocent, naive woman. Charlie is optimistic, but she isn't stupid. She refuses to shake Alastor’s hand because she knows he’s likely trying to screw her over. She’s also not entirely innocent herself and uses words like “fuck” and “shit”. I also wouldn’t call Vaggie butch or tomboyish. She has a cute, girly presentation, complete with a pink ribbon in her hair, lace stockings, and a dress. She's protective of her girlfriend, as I think we all are with our partners, and there's nothing wrong with that. They're flawed characters, as every character is meant to be. This isn't a problem.

9. The show is racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, blah, blah, blah.

I’m amazed this is even an argument. The show is supposed to be a dark comedy that takes place in HELL. You know, the place the worst of the worst end up after they die? What were you expecting? Everyone gets a shot or two fired at them, but that doesn't make them bad characters nor does it make the show itself horrible. Take, for example, Katie Killjoy, the news reporter so many people are up in arms about. She says she doesn’t “touch the gays” because she has “standards”. Well, here’s a newsflash of my own: we’re not supposed to like her! She’s an antagonist. Not to mention ten seconds later Charlie insults her and isn’t the least bit slighted by her pretentious attitude. The characters are strong and don’t take shit from anyone, because to some degree they’re all terrible people who can throw down when it’s called for.

Obviously if you don’t like the show or think it’s offensive, I’m probably not going to change your mind. That’s perfectly fine. You’re entitled to your opinions and you don’t have to watch the show. Just stop lying and stop trying to take it away from everybody else. Stop attacking Vivzie and spreading misinformation without checking the facts. I realise a lot of people probably aren’t trying to be vindictive and only want to do something good, but just remember this: the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

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Tagged by: @muraenide thank you :3

Tagging: any moot who hasn’t been tagged yet !​​

TEN Q’S:

1. When are you usually online?  

I’m kinda online on discord most of the day, because I have it on my phone. I don’t always read messages or reply though. On tumblr I’m online on evenings, but not every day. I don’t have regular online times to be honest :)

2. What verses are you involved in outside of this page?

I have 3402384 verses in my head and not enough time to write any of them. I never counted, I don’t know :) Some are more developed, or plotted with other people, some are just extended headcanons or ideas I haven’t written down yet. I should probably do a verse page sometime, but I am not that organized~

3. What is your biggest RP pet peeve?

Character/ship policing and cancel culture. And on a less serious note, people whose thread RP replies are a summary of my initial post from their character’s perspective as exclusively internal monologue with no new actions for me to reply to in my next answer :)))) That makes me feel like I am writing a fanfiction on my own.

4. Are you drawn to specific types of muses?

Maybe? But I’ve always had quite a variety of muses in all my fandoms. I do tend to make everyone angsty and depressed headcanons though :D So maybe my type just is “secretly depressed”, and I like insane villain characters that I get cancelled for like Viserys, Ardyn, or Wen Ruohan. Oh also, male muses. I almost never write female muses.

5. Are there recurring themes in your writing that people might not notice?

Ehmm, not sure, actually. I tend to recycle tropes that I love every now and then, but those aren’t specific to me. I think with certain characters there are often themes of loneliness and accepting a bitter fate that I like to throw into my stories. But I also usually write happy endings. I always fall into the same h0rny tropes, too. Haha.

6. What are your favorite RP trends?

Meme sentences !! They’re perfect for people who are too busy for full-blown threads, they’re great ice breakers, they make good crack ship moments, they’re just awesome. Dashboard/tag games (like quizzes) are fun too! I actually also really like the icon trend. We used to RP with gigantic GIFs of various sizes haha, icons make everything look very neat.

7. What is your process for starting a new story with someone?  

Usually one of us has an idea, in my case that’s often specific scenes that I then develop a setting out of, and then we yell at each other in excitement, or we plot like mature adults (lol). Lately I have been too busy for rp threads tho, so it’s mostly just been.. memes set in specific verses.

8. How do you feel about duplicates?

I don’t mind them, I’ve always had a least a few friends who wrote the same muses as me. Sometimes it makes me insecure about my own portrayal to see others who are super amazing good at writing them, or are very active while I am super slow, but that is 100% my issue and nobody else’s. I would never want to discourage someone from writing the same (canon) muse as me, and I don’t avoid them either.

9. How long have you been involved in roleplaying?

For almost 17 years now.

10. Is there a muse or verse you wish you could write in, but haven’t?

All my muses and verses, man. I have so little energy to write lately I’m not making any progress 😥 I have a lot of ideas and things discussed and ships in the pipeline but actual writing is not happening lately.

[the1918]

where to devote your ‘Give A Fuck’: the friday late edition

Alternatively titled: “For fuck’s sake, ignore the existence of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania until further notice”  wait, no “I might let you finally think about Pennsylvania later today, but let’s party in the Southeast and Southwest until at least dinner time.” “The news outlets are telling you it’s close, but it’s not. Joe Biden has [still] won the election, and I would eat Steve Kornacki’s peach if he let me.”  

Thanks for sticking with me (and for the incredible feedback!). I’m gonna try to keep providing you with news about what matters to the outcome of this presidential election until we officially get to 270 and probably a little after. Previous version of this post here.

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UPDATED 11:30 PM ET 11/6

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If you’ve heard nothing but silence from me today (unless you’re following the Give a Fuck spreadsheet), it’s because nothing has changed from last night. Joe Biden has still been elected as the next President of the United States, and you should still be giving Zero Fucks to any of the news coverage if you’re trying to preserve your Mental Health Points™.

Your list of state races to Give a Fuck About is still: ZERO. Here’s why.

Note: Below I am not going to talk much about actual leads and numbers, but you can see them on the Give a Fuck spreadsheet.

Let’s flesh out why you should be reading dirty fanfiction instead of watching the news.

“Has anything changed?” Nothing you need to, well. Give a fuck about. The statuses of each race I discussed last night are basically unchanged.

NEVADA: Biden is winning by +1.7% margin and growing. He will win by 40k-50k votes. If you’ve seen the memes, you know this has been a slow count. I answered an ask about that earlier.

PENNSYLVANIA: When I posted last night, Biden was closing in on Trump’s initial lead as the overwhelmingly Democrat mail-in ballots were being counted, and Trump’s lead was 25k when I went to bed. As of 11:30PM ET on Friday, Biden has taken a commanding and ever-growing lead with almost 30,000 votes ahead of Trump in a +0.4% margin. He will win PA’s 20 electoral votes with a comfortable margin and get pushed over 270, straight into the White House.

GEORGIA: The status here is so unchanged it’s laughable. Biden did overtake Trump’s lead, and he will eventually win this state on a razor thin margin, but only after a recount. No one is waiting on Georgia, though. At this point it’s a moot point to the outcome. 

ARIZONA: Last night I said “who the fuck knows, and I don’t care,” and that’s still my stance on Arizona. The only thing I would change is that “who the fucks knows” would now more accurately be “looks like Trump is shit out of luck,” because there’s only 90k left to count, and Trump can’t even tie Biden’s lead with that unless every Democrat in Phoenix suddenly joined the alt-right on election day.

“If you’re so confident Biden has been elected, then why aren’t news outlets calling it?” The short answer is, “because I’m a Captain America daddy smut blogger and there are no consequences to my actions regarding this matter.” But projections from news networks have very real impacts around the world, so they have to establish certain operating standards prior to election night and they have to stick to it.

What are these standards? For as much as I like my cable news conspiracy theories, it’s important to understand that Rachel Maddow and Cooper Anderson and even their producers are not the ones that get to make the decision to project winners. Those people are all a part of the ‘news desk,’ but it’s a completely separate and sequestered entity at their network (they literally aren’t allowed to talk or hear or even look at news desk) called the ‘decision desk’ that analyzes the raw vote count data and actually determines whether the network is ready to confidently call the race. In all races that are considered competitive, all of these decision desks have a standard margin under which they will not permit themselves to release a projection; at most networks, this margin is 0.5%. Now... this tells you why they haven’t called Pennsylvania (Biden +0.4% and growing) and Arizona (Biden +0.9% and shrinking, but not fast enough to matter), but I am truly lost as to why they haven’t called Nevada with 93% of the vote counted and Biden’s +1.8% and growing lead. Whatever.

“I’m hearing that Trump is filing more than a dozen lawsuits to obstruct the vote count in various states. Should I be worried?”

Absolutely not. You should give negative fucks about Trump’s legal challenges. All of them are frivolous, most of them aren’t even asking for an action that would prevent votes from being counted, and the two that do are weak AF and wouldn’t affect the outcome of the election even if they succeeded. In the words of the Pennsylvania Attorney General earlier today, “There has been a lot of noise, but there has been literally zero impact on the fate of the votes.”

The only challenge Trump has any kind of chance of winning (the legal motion, not the race) that would actually prevent votes from being counted is this one case he has been hounding after in Pennsylvania for almost a month now. He has been trying to keep a particular group of mail-in ballots from being counted, specifically those that were post-marked by election day but arrived later between election day and November 6 (today). The Supreme Court of Pennsylvania has already ruled that those votes should be counted, and as of today, Trump has tried on three separate occasions to try and get the US Supreme Court to intervene-- and all three times the Court has declined. The kicker? That group of ballots hasn’t even been counted yet, and Biden is still on track to win Pennsylvania by tens of thousands of votes. Every single one of those ballots could be for Trump and Biden would still win it.

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That’s it for tonight. I have officially given up on projecting when the news outlets will start to call this thing, but you can keep up with a short and sweet status of the artist formerly known as the Give a Fucks on Give a Fuck spreadsheet, which I update regularly... but seriously, only if you actually have the Mental Health Points™ to dedicate to it. This election is decided, and everything else is just math made unnecessarily sensational. Tomorrow I’ll do a post about some of the incredible other things related to this election that you should absolutely give a fuck about, like the way black voters have turned out to stick a foot up Trump’s racist ass.

Also, let’s all take a moment to send the greatest of good vibes out to the election workers in these battleground states. They are paid shit, are working around the clock breaking their backs with moving boxes, getting papercuts, and very eye in the world is on them and pressuring them to work faster when they just want everyone to shut up so they can do their job. True American heroes, in all honesty.

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The Problem is Tony Woodward - 1/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: Requested by @saraswatiwritings. Thought I could make this be a one-shot, but it looks like it'll have at least one more chap. I hope you like it!

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Synopsis: HS!AU - Tony Woodward is a menace who won't leave Iris alone. Barry has had enough.

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Chapter 1 -

Barry hated seating charts.

He hated them when he was a kid, and he hated them now at 17. They were jarring the first time you were told where to sit, and then there was always having to remember when you came into the class every day or getting called out by the teacher for not sitting in the exact place he or she had assigned you to. But most importantly, there was sitting next to people you didn’t like.

Ever since he’d moved in with Iris and her dad after his mom was murdered and his dad unjustly sent to prison, he’d found a comfort in being near Iris whenever possible. Whether that was walking to and from classes or home and school or just spending time together whenever they had the chance. They were inseparable. He was co-dependent on her, and he didn’t care who knew it. Iris was his tether, his anchor, his safe place, and he hated – hated – when they were separated for however long.

Usually, classes didn’t start out with seating charts. Someone in the class ruined it for everyone else by being too chatty or loud or obnoxious, by causing problems.

Halfway through the semester without a seating chart, Barry and Iris had nearly let themselves believe it wouldn’t happen. But then, as often happened outside the classroom, Tony Woodward started causing problems. Pestering kids who were half his size and snickering about it until the teacher came to the conclusion a seating chart was the only option. Only this time, the seating chart didn’t make things better. It made them worse.

Not only did it separate Barry and Iris by putting them on opposite ends of the classroom, but it deposited Tony right behind Iris, and his foul-talking mouth.

Tony couldn’t have given two-shits about Iris in middle school. She was ‘average-looking’ then, according to him, and she only served as Barry’s bodyguard whenever he hurled insults at him regarding the status of his parents. Sometimes he even focused his bullying on Iris because of how her mom had passed too.

But something shifted freshman year, and Iris became something desirable to Tony. Mostly because she wanted nothing to do with him and avoided him at all costs, and was stuck like glue to Barry whenever possible. That agitated Tony but only made him more determined to win her over. Or force her hand. Whichever came easier.

Iris shut down every advance, every attempt at charm and romance, and she put her pretty heels to good use whenever he got to close to her in the hallway, especially near her locker. His toes and shins had been bruised more times than Tony would ever admit.

But it was harder in class when they were supposed to be paying attention to a lecture, and Iris couldn’t afford to devote all her attention to giving Tony a piece of her mind, especially when he whispered dirty nothings in her ear from where he sat behind her. That was the worst, and it made Barry’s blood boil where he watched helplessly from the other side of the class.

Because Iris wasn’t just his best friend, his anchor, his salvation. He was also madly, hopelessly in love with her, and had been since the minute he met her back when they were kids. He’d never told her, and didn’t know if he’d ever had the courage to, but that was why this whole situation had double the impact. He felt a possessiveness radiating off of him whenever Tony got too close to Iris, as if she was his girlfriend and not just his best friend.

It was insane, and Iris would probably hate him if she knew. Probably be offended that he felt he had some sort of hold on her because of how he felt romantically. He’d definitely have to play it off as a best friends thing. But he never planned on telling her, so the point was almost moot.

He just wished he could do something to get Tony off her hands. He hated seeing her uncomfortable or even mildly threatened, and he could feel that coming off of her in waves even with how far apart they were. He’d ask her if she was okay when they were finally alone together again, but she’d brush it off, tell him not to worry, and he’d have to comply. At least in front of her. To himself, he worried like hell. He thought about confiding in her dad, who’d become like a second father to him, but worried that might just cause more trouble for Iris in the long run.

Day in and day out, he tried to think of some way to get Tony off Iris’ back, to free her from his constant badgering. The only thing he could think of was to fight him and win, but Tony was taller and buffer than he was. Barry was lanky and scrawny. He didn’t stand a chance. Still, maybe the effort alone would scare him off.

Or maybe it would make him even more determined to press in on Iris. Barry certainly didn’t want that.

And so, he gave up the cause, hoping the seating chart would change again and things would resume to somewhat normal, to something both he and Iris could be relieved to be living in, even if they weren’t right next to each other like they wanted.

But then something happened that made Barry snap.

He was on his way to Iris’ locker, back from the one class they didn’t share together, when he caught Tony Woodward pressing his body up against Iris’ backside, one hand against her closed locker and the other on her bare thigh. There were still people in the hallway, and for some reason no one commented on what was unfolding and just kept walking, but Iris looked actually scared instead of just annoyed.

Barry was about to explode. He dropped his bag and actually ran down the rest of the hall.

“Hey, Tony!”

He pulled his arm back, his hand forming into a fist, and just as Tony deemed to give his attention to raise his head, Barry thrust his fist into his face and sent him reeling backwards.

Iris gasped.

“Allen, what the hell?” Tony held a hand to his eye that would no doubt be black by the next day.

“You stay away from her!” Barry threatened, and Iris’ jaw fell to the floor.

Tony actually laughed.

“You’ll regret that, Allen,” he said and stumbled a little before turning back down the other hall, a crowd of students watching him as he left, and then staring as Barry urged Iris with him towards the other end.

Once outside and on their way walking home, Iris finally spoke up.

“You really didn’t have to do that, Barry.”

“He was touching you, Iris. Really touching you.”

She swallowed.

“I had to do something.”

“He’s gonna gang up on you, Barry. That black eye you gave him is going to be nothing compared to what he and his gang gives you. And I can’t protect you from that.”

Barry mulled that over, but not for long.

“And who’s gonna protect you?” he asked quietly.

Iris said nothing, just reached for his hand and squeezed it tightly. A thank you, probably, even if she wouldn’t let herself say it. Barry would take what he could from that and hope Tony’s advances would be put to a stop by what he’d done today.

A sinister little voice in his head though told him he was deluding himself. Tony’s malicious intents were far from over.