#i need to clean out my blocked tags i just usually don't like to do that bc i don't like reading the Actually triggering blocked tags

[nexus-nebulae]

love finding a completely random tag i blocked years ago when i scroll past a random post that got caught by the net and have to pause and wonder why one of my mutuals is posting blocked stuff

[atimeofyourlife]

Sharing a night in a shitty apartment

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: only one bed | rating: t | wc: 756 | tags: pre-steddie Steve offered to let Eddie stay at his place in the aftermath of Vecna. But forgets to mention its a shitty apartment with only one bed.

For the first time since moving, Steve was thankful that the communal areas of the apartment block were poorly lit. It was something that he, and his neighbors, had raised to the landlord multiple times, but it never got fixed. But now, the darkness gave the perfect cover for him to smuggle Eddie into his apartment, for a place to lay low until Dr Owens and his band of government goons swept into town to clean up the mess caused by the Upside Down. Something that didn't help, was that they were both injured and he had a fourth floor walk up.

He fumbled for his keys to unlock the door, and they both made their way in to collapse on the couch, not even caring that they hadn't changed since coming out of the Upside Down. When Steve could think a little more clearly, he would be happy that he had an old and ugly couch that he kept covered with a blanket.

"I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything, it's really cool of you to let me stay with you. But when you said I could hide out at your place, I thought you meant Loch Nora. Not this... cozy set up you have with far too many fucking stairs." Eddie said after he'd had a chance to catch his breath.

"My parents sold up the place in Loch Nora, five, six months ago. And didn't extend an offer for me to move with them. This is what I could get on short notice, and on my Family Video salary." Steve explained.

"Shit, your parents suck." Eddie replied, stretching out. "Any chance of a shower, I feel gross after a week on the run."

"Yeah. Bathroom's over there, the door on the left. Just try not to take too long, the hot water is temperamental, and I need to shower off the Upside Down too."

"I get it, dude. I live in a trailer. Sometimes we're lucky if we get five minutes before the hot water shuts off." Eddie said, pulling himself to his feet. "At least the bats didn't get me as much as they could have."

"Let me just wash the dirt off my hands, and I'll find you a towel and some clothes." Steve went into the bathroom first, spending much longer than usual scrubbing his hands clean. Once he was done, he pulled a towel out of the closet. "Feel free to use any of the soap and shampoo and conditioner. I'll leave some clothes outside for you. Just don't lock the door, it sticks."

Steve went into his bedroom, pulling out sweatpants, t-shirts, and underwear for each of them. He knocked on the bathroom door as the shower cut out. "Eddie, I've got some clothes for you."

A few seconds later, the door opened and Eddie stuck his hand out. "Thanks Harrington."

Once Eddie was done with the bathroom, Steve took his chance to shower off the Upside Down. He then gathered their clothes, towels, and the blanket off the couch into a pile, ready to take to the laundromat. Or burn, maybe.

He found Eddie in the bedroom, trying to look like he hadn't just been snooping.

"I think I'm going to turn in. The most sleep I've got this week was in an armchair in the Wheeler's basement. I doubt you feel much better." Steve said as he pulled back the covers on his bed.

"Yeah. Um, do you have a spare pillow and blanket or something? I can go set up on the couch." Eddie offered, looking uncomfortable.

"Oh, shit. No, you're not sleeping on the couch. It's way too small and uncomfortable. We can share the bed, as long as you don't steal the covers." Steve replied, patting the space next to him.

Eddie looked at him hesitantly for a long moment, before climbing in next to Steve.

The next morning, Steve woke to Eddie practically on top of him. Something about the weight was calming to him, holding off the state of panic he usually found himself in for weeks after an encounter with the Upside Down. And he'd slept much better too, the nightmares that he always got in the aftermath not making their appearance yet. He knew they should get up, to be ready to regroup and face whatever happened next. But he felt too at peace to let the world bother him in the moment. So, instead, he snuggled deeper into Eddie's embrace, and allowed himself to doze back off.

[blitzwhore]

I just saw Blitzø get called Stolas stockholm victim I can't with this fandom anymore😭

😂 As outrageously incorrect and stupid as that take is, I'm going to go on a tangent here. I hope you don't mind.

I think every fandom has annoying people with awfully terrible takes in it. People with zero media literacy. People who hatewatch. People who think they're entitled to the exact show they would've wanted, which has nothing to do with the actual, existing show.

This is especially true for queer media, and especially true for queer cartoons. (Hi, yes. I was active in the Adventure Time, Steven Universe, Voltron, and She-Ra fandoms when those shows were airing, respectively. I've seen some stuff). Some people just can't handle queer cartoons, period. If the queer characters/ships are soft and wholesome, they're infantilising and boring, and if they're complex and nuanced and actually have conflict, they're abusive and problematic. You'll hear the same recycled arguments over and over again. Like, the shit some people are saying about Blitz and Stolas after The Full Moon? Is literally almost word-for-word what they said about Catra and Adora post-season 3 of She-Ra (and even at the end of the show).

Here's the thing, though! Those people and their bad takes are not what I want to think about what I think about a fandom. Those aren't the people I want to call the fans. They don't deserve that title. Not when so many other people are out there dedicating their time to making gifs and art and meta posts, and writing fic, and commenting/reblogging to show support, and sliding into people's DMs to scream and squee together about a thing they love.

At the end of the day, "fandom" is just a lot of people each doing their own thing. Which people you engage with and allow to stay within your line of sight will determine your fandom experience. Fandom can be a huge, convoluted, online space full of people who are constantly arguing with one another and whose takes make you unfathomably angry... Or it can be you and your 5 friends and mutuals who scream gleefully at one another in 2-note posts. You can't control what others post online, but you can control your engagement with it.

How? Well, here's what I personally do to avoid getting upset by people's stupid opinions online:

Filter 'critical' and 'anti' tags (eg. #anti stolitz #anti vivziepop #Helluva Boss critical #HB critical #vivziepop critical). Many people actually do tag their critical posts because they know it's the respectful thing to do!

If I come across a post that has one or more of those tags, obviously, I don't click through to see it under any circumstances.

If I stumble across a stranger's untagged post with hate/criticism that upsets me: I stop reading and BLOCK. Immediately. I don't look back. I don't finish reading. I don't engage. I just block block block. I <3 the block button, seriously.

If I feel my mind reeling from a bad take I just came across: I take a step back, close my phone, breathe, remember life is beautiful sometimes. Go back and watch an episode I really like. Clean my living space a little. Vent about it to a friend (but only if I really need to, because if not, I'd rather not dwell on it).

If I'm starting to feel the need to reply to someone's bad take (directly or via my own post), I instead make the decision to channel that energy into making fandom posts out of love. (I don't do this just with fandom. If I see something transphobic online, I usually react by reblogging a bunch of trans art or trans positivity posts on my main, for example). I like to think of it as putting some positivity out into the world to compensate for the negativity I just saw. So, for example, if I see someone shitting on my blorbo, I may make a silly post just saying how much I love blorbo. Or I'll make (or draft) a post about how interesting I find some of blorbo's actions. Or reblog another person's positive/interesting post about blorbo.

And finally, I stay the hell away from Twitter. Or at least, if I go on Twitter, I try my best to avoid any tweet that has text in it instead of just art. Even the people who have good opinions spend too much time arguing with the people who have bad opinions on there. I don't want to see people's bad takes! No, not even while reading founded and perfectly articulated criticism of those bad takes! So I just limit my time on Twitter. And again, if someone is putting bad takes on my TL (even if it is to counter them), I unfollow and block as needed.

All this to say, yes, it really fucking sucks to read the opinions of people who don't understand and who hate the characters and ships and worlds you love. Gosh it's the worst. But you can curate your fandom experience. You can focus on the things you can control. You have the power to decide if your fandom experience is draining or fun!

And because I don't know how to finish this, here, have a Stolitz kiss to heal you:

We will keep winning and there's nothing the haters can do about it. 😌

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

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No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, power imbalance, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your relationship with your boss takes an unpredictable turn.

Characters: Nick Fowler

Note: double chapter day! Thank you to @alicedopey for the ask! I see you girl.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Cotton drags over tinted skin, flecks it red catching along with the new blood trickling from the split. A hiss passes through clenched teeth despite your gentleness. The act reminds you of when your daughter was only six, crying over a scraped knee as you covered it with a Spongebob bandaid. You don't have any of the yellow strips now, just the roll of gauze and medical tape.

"Ah," Nick clenches his jaw again.

"Sorry," you murmur, "it needs pressure."

You push your thumb against the cotton and he winces, forcing a smile as he crackles out a chuckle.

"I can handle it, honey," he assures you as you hold the cotton above his brow, his other brilliant eye looking up at you. "Just like you handle me so well."

You don't respond. Your boss is a mercurial man. One moment, charming, the next rigid and ignitable. You've learned it's better to just go along with whatever mood he's chosen.

"Other guy looks worse," he remarks as you lift the cotton.

You nod, "I'm sure, sir."

He laughs again, closing his eyes with a sigh. He sits reclined in one of the leather armchair, his head tilted as you tend to him. It's after midnight. You're supposed to be at home sleeping. Your daughter's coming back from college for the weekend, you planned on brunch.

You sift out the box of slender steri-strips and bend over him, carefully sealing the gash above his brow. He's a handsome man. Objectively, you must admit it. Dangerous, too, but you don't wonder about the cuts and bruises. He has a shining badge that tells you more than enough.

"Hands of a goddess," he purrs as he opens his other eye again.

You stand and gather up the waste, packing away the medkit. You thank him plainly and fight the urge to look at the clock. You wad up the used gauze in your fist.

"Sir, is there anything else tonight?"

He lifts his head, both eyes on you now. He considers you as he sits straight and grips his knees. He stands and shrugs, spinning on his heel and striding to the mirror hung on the wall, just above the low table decorated with brass and oak.

"Did I interrupt you?" He asks as he checks his reflection. His left cheekbone is purpled and scraped.

"No, I was only sleeping," you say. You try not to let on that it doesn't come easy or often for you. It's not his concern.

"Mmm," he squints at himself and winces as it tugs at his wound. "Well, you can find an extra room here, drive back in the morning."

"That's kind, sir, but I'm okay," you back up, "I'll clean this up and go if there's nothing else."

"You'll just be back tomorrow," he turns and crosses his arms.

"Um, it's my day off, sir."

He clicks his tongue and nods, "forgot."

You force a small smile. No big deal.

"Got big plans then?"

You hesitate. He doesn't usually ask. You shake your head. You don't think he really cares.

"Would you like some scotch before I go then?"

He inhales, chest rising deeply before falling again. He drops his arms and slips his hands into his pockets. One tail of his shirt is untucked and his jacket is splotched with dark stains. He is sauvely unkempt.

"Sure," he grumbles as he paces before the artificial fireplace.

You dip your chin and leave him. You toss away the garbage and tuck away the kit. You wash your hands before you return to the den and take the thick-bodied decanter from the cabinet. He stands with one hand on the mantle as he stares at the floor.

You pour him a glass and bring it to him. He accepts it without looking up. You ask him if he wants the rest left out for him. He says it doesn't matter.

You bid him good night as he resumes his pensive trance. The adrenaline slakes away and now he's coming down. He'll be in for a good sleep, a lot better than your own. You'll be lucky to get a few hours before you're due to meet Josephine.

🥃

You smile across at your daughter. Every time you see her, she seems more grown up than the last. She has a pretty flower pin in her hair and her lips are glossed the perfect shade of rose. She reminds you of your age, both in a good way and a bad way.

You don't fail to notice the other looks in Josephine's direction. Joey, she corrected you when you picked her up. The changes in her make you feel stagnant. You suppose that comes with age too. You're done blossoming, you only have the wilting ahead of you.

"So, exciting," you say as you pinch the stem of your glass, a pair of mimosas between you as you await your entrees, "you got an internship."

"Um, yeah, it's not bad," she pushes her shoulders up, "my boss is okay, I guess."

"That's good, most bosses don't earn much more than 'eh' as a rating," you kid, "sorry, kiddo."

"Mom," she warns.

"I know, sorry," you correct yourself, "I'll try not to do it again."

You remember being her age. Caught in between adulthood and childhood, not wanting to be reminded of the latter.

"It's fine," she sighs, "I just... I'm trying to be a grown-up, you know?"

"Oh, you've got lots of time for that, Miss Lawyer," you trill, "you are very grown up. You know that, don't you? I'm so proud of you."

"Still got a far way to go," she sips from her own glass. You couldn't have ever imagined your daughter with prosecco sparkling in her hand, but there she is. You almost can't believe she's yours. "Let's talk about you. That's a lot less stressful."

"Ha, but boring," you roll your eyes. "You know, same old."

"Oh, trust, I could tell by the dark circles."

"Oof, you did not," you cackle, "Josephine-- Joey."

"You should try some vitamin C cream--"

"Don't," you warn her with a point across the table.

She giggles and her eyes flit around. There's something else. Something she's not telling you. But she wants to.

"What's going on?" you prompt.

"This is such a nice place," she looks at the table and fidgets, "thanks for breakfast, mom..."

"But..." you add on.

"I... hate to ask but..."

"You need money," you utter, "that's okay. We can make it work. What's it for?"

"Books," she says, "I kinda ran out before I could buy them all, so..."

"That's okay. I'll see if I can't get a few extra hours at work then."

As if he could hear the very allusion to his existence, your phone flashes with a private caller. It's Nick. It's only ever him. You flip the phone down to hid the call.

"Take it," your daughter insists, "it's fine."

"No, it isn't. It's my day off. It's our day," you say, "it can wait."

She smiles. She's so pretty. You can't help but feel inadequate next to her; your own daughter. She's young and vibrant and you're wearing a blouse you bought a decade ago that squeezes your middle a bit too tight.

"Like I said, I'm boring," you sit forward, "tell me about the good stuff. The juicy stuff. Any boys-- or, men?"

"Mom," she snipes.

"What? I gotta live vicariously through you."

She rolls her eyes, "no."

You laugh. You always loved teasing her. She's hard-nosed and too focused to worry about the piddly troubles caused by boys. Or...

"Any girls?"

She looks at you with fire in her eyes. Ah, that's it.

"What's her name?" You goad.

"No, it's nothing. We're not even-- I mean, there's no one," she takes another gulp of her mimosa.

"Sureeee," you drag out the word teasingly, "how many more of those to spill?"

"Enough," she warns, "what about you, huh? You seeing anyone besides your soap operas?"

Now it's your turn to frown, "no," you answer evenly, "I... don't think that's in the cards for me, honey."

"Mom, it's okay," she softens her voice, "dad wouldn't... he would want you to be happy."

"Mm, he would, but he was my happy," you bat your lashes against the singeing heat. "I'm okay, really."

"You deserve someone," she says. "You don't have to be alone."

"I am alone, doesn't mean I'm lonely," you deflect. "Anyway, let's enjoy this. I don't get enough of you."

"Alright, twist my arm, I'll settle for free mimosas and a breakfast bowl," she gives a snarky grin.

You smile. She's the hope you have left. You hope that she never goes through the same pain again. One loss is enough for both of you.

🥃

Joey orders and Uber and you sidle in next to her. You clutch your phone over your purse as the haze of the mimosas fogs in your vision. You may have indulged a bit much.

Your phone shines and you look down. 'Private'.

"I see what you mean about bosses," Joey chides.

"It's not-- not a big deal," you dismiss the call.

"Mom, maybe it's an emergency," she sniffs, "he's been calling a lot."

"He's an adult, I just sweep up his crumbs," you wave her off.

Your phone lights up once more. You're starting to get paranoid. Still, you have to maintain boundaries. Today is your day off.

You exhale and sit back. You watch the city smear by and yawn. The restless night tingles on your eyelids.

Finally, you get to your apartment and slump out of the Uber. You stop as Joey helps you tip the driver with the app and you carry on into the lobby of your building. The feeling of the world passing you by lingers beyond the car ride.

Upstairs, you get Joey settled into the room you haven't changed since she left. She puts her bag on the bed and hangs out in the living room as you put on a pot of coffee. It's too early to be this tipsy. You yawn and your phone once more comes to life.

You swipe it up and tell Joey to help herself to the coffee as you sweep out of the room. You head down the hall and step into your bedroom as you answer, "Mr. Fowler."

"You're busy?" Nick asks.

"It's my day off," you say firmly.

"Yes, we talked about that."

You're quiet. Confused. You try to recall the last time he bothered you outside of work. When you're not being paid for it, you never really hear from him.

"Is something going--" you stop and suppress a hiccup. It's more dehydration than the alcohol. "On?"

"I have guests coming," he says, "thought you might like some overtime."

"Oh, sir, I'm sorry, but--"

"Clearly you're disposed," he says tersely. Is he mad?

"I wasn't expecting--"

"It's fine. It was an offer. I can manage on my own."

"Of course, sir, I wouldn't--"

You flinch as the line cuts and the call goes dead with a bloop. You pull the phone away from your face and furrow your brow. Really? He hung up on you.

You toss your phone on the bed. Whatever. Forget him. Even if you weren't three glasses deep, you wouldn't leave Joey just to kowtow to his pretentious friends.

[shuamorollss]

unfortunate unexpectations — l.hs x f!reader

In an everyday attempt to avoid the man you eternally loath. Of course, the universe isn't always by your side as you accidentally reach a dead end, with no other choice but to dance with him.

romcom, regency era, enemies2lovers, just cute bickering warnings— not proofread, first time writing this kind of trope pls bear with me. 2.6k wc + reblogs are greatly appreciated!

author's note— I'm back again with another piece ( I'll disappear for a few months after this)! I wrote this exactly on Hee's bday but I only decided to post it now since i didn't really feel satisfied with this when i finished this a few days ago :/ i still don't so I may delete this when I'm in the mood to make changes ^_^ BUT HERE IT IS!! Happy belated birthday to my hubby wubby @Heeseung 😅❤️❤️

perm tags— @jangwonie @jungwonize @luhvlyuna @w3bqrl @ineedaherosavemeenow @leaderwon

"Would you be so kind and get that for me?"

Oh how annoying. You thought, gently tricking your finger up to block your ears and releasing in an instant, wanting the bothering itchiness to fade. His arms stretched beside you reaching to the the man holding a tray with glasses of wine.

Oh how you knew he did it intentionally.

Heeseung's boldness to give you an order was extraordinary, baffling even. You were not in a higher position than him, and he wasn't much higher than you, though he was just there, and heeseung didn't want to play the "he was just there" role in your life. He always feels the need to spite you at any given time, similar to a cricket making noises while you attempt to sleep.

Though much to his dismay, you certainly do show his own place as just a nobody in your existence; to which he never seems to catch the hint of your unintrestment.

Or he might do, only walking in and out of your life in terms of spitting utter nonsense to your peace.

Honestly, it did work. It made you fume and it certainly made you want to do more than just give out the usual glare and other threatening expressions to the other.

You turn around with utter confidence, meeting the man's eyes unbothered. Your eyes observed his structure, his unfortunately dashing attire, and his pretentious face.

As you check out the details of his sleeves, your eyes darted to Heeseung's exact shift of expression, smirking.

It was certainly expected, yet so mind flaming. You'd rather just explode right then and there than to keep up with whatever he wants to pull to you.

"You know, if a lady looks at someone from head to toe for too long it must mean that they yearn for that someone." He lets out a prideful scoff, eyes mockingly going through you as he sips from the wine glass.

Disbelief in what you heard, you halted your eyes from any further notice. Proceeding to roll your eyes at the man who had unknowingly tinted your cheeks red.

"Don't be silly, I was looking at your outfit. Actually baffling but not surprising for you to wear something so… Eye-vomiting." you spit. Twirling against his view and proceeding to waltz away from his standing figure, not setting a single glance at the man behind you. A fuming smoke sets up your chest at the realization of what you had just done to that awful of a man.

You explore more of the manor by yourself, enthralled by every piece of art plastered on the clean walls. You found an inner piece at the volume of the hallway, no noble bands performing and people crowding the room as they tap their feets and hearts out, it is truly a wonder to feel.

"Lady Y/N!"

Of course, every pinch of euphoria has their cut to its end, as one of your acquaintances calls you out.

"Oh, Lady… Lily? Was it?" You asked softly and loudly, as the woman clicked her heels towards you.

The girl smiles, "Oh yes! Though please, just call me Li."

"Alright, Lady Li."

…

For moments to what felt like hours, chit-chatting with Lady Li as you both walk around the manor corridors. The both of you had now reached your very destination which was the party itself that you so desperately want to be separated with.

You timidly smile at the girl beside you, eyes widened agitatedly at the crowd. "Uhm, Lady Li," The other nodded, her eyes also seemed to be searching through the sea of nobles.

"Why did we decide to return to this room?"

Lily simpers her smile as her eyes turn fixated on one figure, "There he is!— Thank you so much Lady Y/N for keeping me company through the manor." She gives you thanks, walking away with delight eventually linking arms with a man who Lady Li might have been searching for. great.

Another woman infested with men's validation, how unfortunate.

Your eyebrows furrow as you stare at the couple in disbelief, letting out a brief sigh at the thought of almost every woman here might be just like that.

"Feeling all bitter now, are we Lady Y/N?", you trembled at the sensation of his teasing breath tickling your ear.

"What on— oh... it's you again."

"The one and only." Heeseung lets out a ridiculous triumphant smile, the smile that makes you feel itchy in all aspects of your body, it was extremely bothersome reaching to the point you would rip your hair out to the unspeakable rage you feel for the male.

"Don't make that face now, a real lady doesn't do that, well— that is, if you are even a lady." He chuckled, always digging deeper into your little actions in an attempt to reach you to the edge. How delightful.

"Your words remind me so much of my younger brother's pitiful counters." You face the opposite once more, your heartbeat slowing down at each step you take far from Heeseung, hoping to have a similar instance from earlier to happen once more.

Unfortunately, the things one desires don't really happen twice. As you hear the footsteps of the man through the crowded noise, the only shattered expectation you wish did not.

"Oh so I remind you of your family now? How thoughtful." His smirk added to his audacious response that could be sensed at such a distance you didn't even know was possible without even taking another look.

"It means you're just as annoying as my brother, don't take it as a compliment."

"I presume older sisters still love their annoying brothers nevertheless, so that must mean you secretly feel that way for me too if I remind you so much of your annoying brother."

"Oh how great, you can go stay in your own personal pride zone Mr. Lee, though that zone, will tell you to cut it out very soon."

"I doubt that, I think I can sense what's true and not true."

"Being ever so ethical now, aren't you?"

"You know what they say… I am that of a gentleman."

"Well so ethical now anymore, 'cause, you see… you claim to be a gentleman which in fact is ridiculously wrong, no, you're not a gentleman."

"Okay lady, I figured that was a mouthful to sneer."

Your eyes widened, subconsciously sighing aggravatingly, utterly lost of the others' words. "Please don't follow me."

"I'm not following you."

"You are? Don't make me feel stupid."

"I don't think I'm doing that."

You continued to walk further and further, you don't know where, it could be just anywhere to be out of this man's grasp.

not even reaching an uncomfortable minute of making your way, Heeseung finally made it way up to you for god-know-what reason.

Only a few more threads left to untangle until you implode, besides showing this man what you're capable of doing, you weren't about to do anything in front of hundreds of people.

You swiftly turn to face the man following, "Look Mr. Lee, don't even attempt to come and step closer—" the hissy grin never ever fading from his look. Before you snap even further, you raise your head as the lights suddenly turn dim, the current music start to tone down as the band plays a new mellow romance.

The both of you faced your worries, silently questioning the sudden change of atmosphere.

"Now, it is time for the party where the gentleman… dances with the first lady they set their eyes on, Amuse-toi bien!"

…

..

.

His eyes were on you, and yours on him. Slowly developing the idea you most certainly would refuse to believe.

"No." You shook your head promptly with no hesitation.

"Y/N."

"No, don't even"

"Y/N—"

"No. Not ever. Never in my life. Never in a millennia. You can serve the mediocrity of mediocrity— I am not even paying attention to what I'm saying, but just so you know, I am not dancing with you."

You groaned continuously at his spews, this chit chatter going nowhere at all. Heeseung was also growing exhausted of your opposed responses. Hearing your never ending hatred for him is never known to him, although being in this position during an all rounded dance segment, he was not about to embarrass himself in front of such nobilities.

"Y/N just—" His hand abruptly slid up your waist sending your internal nerves through every stage of shockwaves.

"What are you—" Your words began to halt from his tightened grip, slowly putting power on pulling you closer… and closer… too close to say the least.

"Just this once, we don't want to leave a bad impression at a party we're just mere visitors at." His breath fanned your neck and sent shivers down your spine. Truly a feeling between his embrace that you have never felt before.

Too much of a guilt to even feel, considering this is the man you swore your whole life to loath yet here you are. No other way of escape out of this man's grasp, other than to spend a minute and more with him following the melodious rhythm serenading within the whole room.

"Fine. This doesn't change the fact that I want to scar my name on your face."

"How romantic." His lips curved sarcastically, eyes shifts into pure mockery as it lays on you. You couldn't say if you were teased by his softly menacing gaze or comforted by it. Eitherway, you couldn't register the right words.

"Besides," Heeseung continues, eyes darting away from yours, looking elsewhere within the ballroom, suddenly a light flashes your vision, snapping you back to your current position, right in front of Lee Heeseung.

"I don't even think we could get away from this anyway, we're literally in the middle of the dance floor." His head shifts in every direction to deem his assumption correct, which you mirrored.

It's true, the both of your are really in the middle of the ballroom.

You felt blockage on your throat, as if your vocal chords refused to spit words out of your mouth. The close proximity between you and Heeseung felt extremely new, you wanted to escape it so quickly yet, quite in a state of culture shock of his careful and kind demeanor as his every step to the rhythm of the music are seemingly careful not to make a mistake or you could say in other words, step on you.

The distance soothes, your hands still intact as the both of you walk in circles. His gaze locked onto you as if a man had seen the beauty of the moon for the very first time. He was allured, not only to the sight of your eyes but also your entire attire.

Who was he kidding? He was making fun of how you looked earlier, or was it you who taunted his? Even he couldn't remember. What is this contact causing him?

His eyes followed the direction of your eyes shifting all the way to your linked hands rising, following the rhythm and everyone else's. Only then Heeseung was able to return to his composure.

Being quiet with you didn't exactly make him feel like himself. It's indeed a peculiar case, his eyes fixated on your focused figure attempting for a thought, any words, any attacks, frankly quite anything.

"I feel conceived Lady Y/N," He started, your eyes now transferring to the man.

"Did you walk all the way here on purpose just to lure me in this dance?" He smirks, deeply hoping he did not look ridiculous in your eyes, which in fact, he did look ridiculous to you, though in basic sense, he always does.

You scoffed, "Don't be such a crude, I was walking away from you, or if you didn't understand that, I was escaping you. however, you followed me. If anything, you expected this dance to happen beforehand." You sneered at your words, feeling vastly proud of regaining the upper hand.

"Now now, shifting the blame onto me?" He jokingly asked, swaying forward and backward, then continuing to circle in unison.

"Well, I couldn't be wrong." Your raised your brows at the man, receiving a tuneful chuckle.

"You're ever so ethical now aren't you?"

you scoffed, "Touché."

After a few warm-hearted rhythms, the distance slowly basking in, his hand starts to tenderly slide from your hand up to your shoulder. Now facing your back at a dangerously close proximity. The way his fingertips barely made contact onto your skin yet it still tickled, sending you into unreasonable wonders.

Lee Heeseung? Sending you to unreasonable wonders?

"What if I tell you that I really expected this dance to happen and followed you to be able to have this dance with you?" he breathes out.

Your mind stood place, frozen. It couldn't function solely because of those words.

You knew this was his tactic of his obvious teasing yet... that had sent your heart into places you did not expect for it to reach. Your breathing abruptly stopping at every emphasis you place into his words.

It wasn't any different for the man, he was hellishly anxious.

The way his hand stood still on your shoulder, then slowly sliding it down to your hand the same thing he had done at the start. He felt crazy, he couldn't grasp the feeling whether he's disgusted at this contact or was it, satisfactory?

Heeseung's breath unawaringly hitched in unison to yours.

The high-rising tension the both of you are desperate to escape yet… would embrace it more long.

As Heeseung's hand reached your hand, the distance once more soothes, or did soothe for you? Did it to him?

One spin had the same closeness return, now you two are entirely facing each other.

How did this moment feel too slow? normally the dance routine did not walk this type of pace before, usually it happens quickly before the music finally comes to its end.

The silence echoed immediately through the other's ears, having the slight worry of gkving you discomfort.

Worried? Heeseung, really?

Heeseung lets himself battle his own internal conflicts as the outer silence continued. You were in a desperate measure of developing a genius idea for a comeback yet none came into mind. The unexplained whimsical threw you off, the fact this man had to send you in this type of frenzy was never in your lists of expectations.

Yet now, at this very moment, changed your very view on your surroundings.

All because of this very man you swore to loath ever since his eyes laid on you.

One last twirl to the maiden as the band's instruments faded into the void, completing the romantic waltz.

As everyone in the middle applauded their elegant and coordinated routine just now, both you and heeseung processed your breathledd tension just earlier.

Finally having all the words reached the right parts of your brain, finally having control of your conscious, your hatred to the man came back with it.

"Aww, you really do feel deep adoration for me, Lee Heeseung." you politely curtsied. contrasting to the tone of your voice, as you reply to the man's words from a few minutes back.

Heeseung lets out a chuckle, "You know what? Maybe I do have a thing for such abominations."

"Haha. Aren't you a clever guy." You gave him a wide infuriating smile, as you turn around walking away from his presence, now leaving the man at the middle of the dance floor.

It was a peculiar state for you. You swore you completely lie instense hatred for the man, yet now you're smiling at his mere words that usually drives you to banging your head on the wall, sometimes the urge to bang his head on the wall.

Yet what happened just earlier felt, extremely out of place, something you couldn't quite explain for the time being.

You were conflicted about being bothered by it.

How it bothered your feelings, bothered you deeply.

A memory that surely the both of you would engrave in later lifetime.

.

..

...

"Wow, she called me clever."

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[mullermilkshake]

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Yakuza!Satoru Gojo, Yakuza!Hakari Tags - Depictions of violence

Satoru finds Hakari and figures out what the hell happened.

Satoru wasn't exactly sure what he was looking for just yet, but he knew if anyone knew anything, then it would be Hakari.

He was brawn enough to take ten men on his own bare fisted and laugh about, clearing off to the his underground gambling den for a quick game of poker before drinking himself into a stupor.

Gambling with money never did anything for Satoru, he didn't get the kick out of it like Hakari did.

"So, you heard about last night, huh?"

Hakari slouched against the brick wall down the concealed alleyway tucked in from the main Street, "I heard from Kirara who heard from Utahime. Thanks for fillin' me in boss."

Satoru smiled with half his face, amused at his forwardness. Not many people talked to Satoru the way Hakari did, a good reason why he stood a high chance to inherit the Gojo family.

"Tell me what happened yesterday and explain how someone managed to give you the slip."

Hakari scoffed and lazily scratched his nose before adjusting his shirt cuffs, "I didn't get there the same time I always do. I missed whoever was brave enough to pull that shit off, it weren't a case that I fucked up, I was just somewhere else."

Now, Hakari usually arrived at the club half hour before he needed to. Satoru knew this, it was common knowledge because the man usually drank at the club bar before anything else.

So whoever it was, must have been watching the club for a while.

"Where were you?"

He looked unbothered out into the small gap to the street, "I was winnin' big, it took a lil longer than usual."

Of course he was gambling. From his clean complexion, Satoru guessed he had been underground playing with chips rather than with fists in in the pits, "how much?"

"Eh?"

"How much did you win? Must have been big if you weren't at the club when you should'a been."

"Don't give me shit, Gojo. I'm always at that fuckin' club doin' everythin' right. I just got the fever rush and bet it all- it paid off."

Satoru sighed and kept his lid on it, "how much?"

"One good hand and I was a mil up- walked into that den with five hundred yen and half a bottle'a scotch. Then I got that tingle I get'n my ass when I'm in the groove. So I bet it all. And now I'm two mil richer."

Satoru threw a punch at the asshole and clipped his jaw, "you weren't at the club for a lousy two mil, what are you, twelve?"

"The fuck? It weren't my shift yet, what's got yer dick fucked?"

"My dick? What's got my dick fucked is Sukuna breathin' down my goddamn neck because you should'a been at the club. Then this wouldn't have happened, you got it yet? That stupid book Suguru's always goin' on about is missing. It's gone. And if we don't get that back, we're all fucked."

That book not only had clients names and contacts in it, but the names of all Yakuza associated with the chain of clubs and everything that went into it. If the police got their hands on it, they'd hand jail time out like cheap sweets.

Satoru flexed his knuckles and watched Hakari get up and stagger against the wall for support, "so you wanna kick my ass? We both know I'll mark that pretty face of yours."

"Aww, you think I'm pretty? Will complimenting me get that fucking book back?"

"Show me who it was and I'll find 'em. But if you wanna fight, I'm pretty riled up, Boss."

Satoru could fight right now. His answer was pretty clear, swinging away at Hakari's face without much warning. Hakari blocked just in time and dodged, taking jabs in the process with the biggest grin on his face.

Through Hakari's eyes, Satoru assumed he looked just the same, teeth gritted in amusement as he got Hakari in a headlock, pulling him towards him to knee the man in the gut. He blocked it and rushed Satoru against the wall, he moved out of the way and Hakari ran straight into the brick.

Satoru huffed a little and hunched over, righting himself to speak, "every time. You try that every time and it never works. Might work on idiots though."

Hakari cursed and rubbed his head, "you fuckin' asshole."

"Have you met me? I won't deny it." In the midst of the exchange, Satoru heard his pager go off a third time, he rummaged in his pocket, "fucking christ- who the fuck wants me now?"

Suguru.

His friend was summoning him to a call box.

Satoru waved his hand about the place, noting the fallen trash can and crushed cardboard box, "clean this mess up and go speak with Ijichi, he'll get you the information you need from Nanami. And stop gambling in that place, you'll rot your brain."

So he learned nothing from Hakari. He hoped that Suguru had better luck because he couldn't deal with Sukuna's bitching again for a second day in a row.

It was way too much hassle.

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[homosexualasstransbian]

Hi.

Are you a terf? kindly fuck off.

Welcome my blog, I reblog a lot, and sometimes i make my own posts.

You may support me on my ko-fi page, which i will link tomorrow I'm too damn lazy.

Name's Lucy, pronouns are it/pup/she, I'm 19. I'm transgender, a lesbian and a switch.

I'm a tranny faggot that likes kink, if you're not cool with that, fuck off.

I will not block minors as i just don't have the time to go through my followers to clean it out, nor the energy, but I'd rather you don't follow me as i reblog a lot of shit that a minor should not see.

I reblog a lot of nsfw stuff, I don't tag any of it, sorry.

You can try talking to me or sending me asks, in fact it's encouraged, but do not expect me to be any good at talking to you, I'm not good at being a person. If you ever try talking to me, trust me, you won't be any weirder than me.

I have many mental health issues, as you can probably tell whenever i post in a concerning way. Keep in mind that I'm not a danger to myself yet in any way that matters, so there is no need to worry for me.

If you've deemed me annoying enough to block and you've seen this post, please let me know what i did or I might go insane when i realize you've been gone from my activity feed. this is related to my many mental health issues. I'm sorry.

I'll list a bunch of shit i like below in case you wanna talk to me about them.

yay list time, i like a shit ton of stuff, paradox map games (all of them, but only the newest releases of each series), I'm insane about star trek, i love the owl house, i love music, ranging from Wipers to random music i find on spotify and sounds good to me, but I'm not a music nerd or anything. I love pmmm, my little pony, house md, many other things i don't remember names of.

I adore the fallout series, hardspace shipbreaker, isaac, noita, EU4 is my most beloved paradox map game right behind stellaris, minecraft is good but i can not play vanilla or without quest books really, I've gotten into warframe very recently, i like helldivers the second one, half life and portal series are really cool and i might start biting if you're mean to them.

As for kinks and such:

- Piss, specifically pee desperation I'm into a lot.

- hypno, usually as the one doing the hypnoing and rarely.

- fauxcest.

- edging, overstimulation, orgasm or stimulation denial, i like needy puppies ok?

- chastity (curse my wife for getting me into this).

- bondage.

- i like plushies and plushie humping a lot, it's cute.

- impact play to an extent.

- cnc and such.

- kinda into mommy stuff but I'd rather be a big sister.

- petplay.

[chickenkurage]

“The Self Proclaimed Leader” (The Alan Association AU)

Summary: Not everyone likes how Kit runs things around. (In short, Kit doesn’t know what being a leader means)

Tags: Humor and Comedy

*~*

Kit: Cursor Alan

Vee: Teen Alan

Feathers: Duck Alan

Noogai: Artificial Intelligence Alan

Snow: Creator Stickman Alan

Oji: Farmer Alan

*~*

Oji groaned once again as Kit stood in front of him, wagging his finger and instructing the other stick to refrain from tracking dirt into the house. "Kit, I will clean this. I'm the same person who cleans this whole house," Oji pointed at the dirt on the floor as Kit pouted and crossed his arms before pulling out a paper and skimming through it.

"The rules here clearly state: keep the house clean at all times," Kit began, biting his thumb. "I clean the house every day, Kit," Oji deadpanned, holding back the urge to roll his eyes. It wasn't Kit's fault, but his tone and attitude didn't make things enjoyable for Oji.

"It says 'at all times' in caps lock," Kit pouted, while Oji crossed his arms and sighed, feeling annoyed as he pinched the bridge of his nose before exhaling slowly, attempting to keep his composure. The situation was exacerbated by Kit's insistence on pointing out cleanliness despite not contributing much to the upkeep of the house.

"I'll clean it, don't worry too much, Kit," Oji said resignedly, to which Kit responded with a toothy grin, looking exceedingly pleased with himself. Oji rubbed his eyes, then removed his boots and tossed them outside the house. Kit beamed happily, feeling accomplished and proud, as he scanned the paper once more to ensure he hadn't missed any rules, unaware of the tired glare Oji was directing at him.

*~*

Snow rested his head in his hands as Kit stood before him with arms crossed. "Kit, I'll clean my room later—" Snow began, only to be shushed by Kit, who raised a finger, looking like a disappointed mother. Snow arched a brow as Kit pouted, "You have to clean your room, Snow! What if it gets infested by rats?" Kit whined, gripping the edges of his hair and tugging at it.

Snow sighed, rolling his eyes at the familiar lecture before emitting a long, drawn-out groan. "Yes, I'll clean it. My bed is literally the only thing messed up. I have no idea how it could be infested with rats," Snow muttered to himself as he pushed his orange juice back into the fridge and made his way to his room.

"It's a possibility!" Kit argued, rushing after Snow, who gave him a look. "Okay, I'll clean my room. No need to argue over it," Snow said, slumping his shoulders as Kit pouted. "I'm not arguing, I'm just saying you need to keep it clean daily so you won't get an infestation," Kit gestured with his arms as Snow simply nodded. "Okay, my bad. I'll go do it now," Snow sighed, scratching his cheek awkwardly, while Kit nodded with a smile.

"Okay! You can go now," Kit grinned as Snow entered his room, closing the door behind him, prompting Kit to cheer internally. "I'm doing really great!" Kit thought excitedly. Initially unsure about the leadership role, as he wasn't accustomed to taking charge and usually followed others' lead, Kit was now feeling more confident in his abilities.

"But everyone seems really easy to talk to!" Kit nodded eagerly to himself. "The names I gave them also sound great! They all seem to go with it as well." Kit rubbed his cheeks excitedly at the idea of connecting with other versions of himself.

*~*

"Feathers! There's so many feathers!" Kit exclaimed, placing his hands on his head as he gazed at a scattering of purple feathers on the living room floor. In front of him, the others shifted in their seats, trying to get a good view of the TV, which Kit was blocking.

"Kit," Oji began, "Can you move a little? We're trying to watch here," Snow added, scratching his cheek awkwardly. Kit crossed his arms, pouting before reaching for the remote and switching off the TV. "Guys! Clean this up! Don't let it spread around the house," Kit whined, waving his arms wildly as everyone groaned in unison at the abrupt halt of the movie they were watching.

"Kit, we were watching," Vee mumbled, rubbing the back of his head, but Kit only shook his head and pointed at the feathers, crossing his arms. Oji sighed, resting his cheek on his palm before nodding. "No, I can do it."

Feathers raised a wing, ready to jump down, but Noogai caught him as Oji stood up and began picking up the feathers, kneeling down. Feathers squawked, turning to Noogai, who simply shrugged.

"Good!" Kit grinned, while Vee and Snow exchanged looks, their lips forming a thin line.

*~*

"Where's Kit?" Vee asked as he entered the kitchen, observing everyone enjoying their breakfast. "Still sleeping," Noogai replied, focused on the pan as he expertly flipped a perfect pancake onto a plate and slid it over to Snow, who was engrossed in his orange juice.

Next to Noogai, Oji was busy frying some eggs and bacon, scratching his head. "He wakes up late. I already knocked on his door, but he didn't respond," Oji remarked as Vee nodded, taking a seat beside Snow. He watched as Feathers fluttered his wing, landed on the table, and settled in front of his plate.

"Good morning, everyone. Having a nice day?" Feathers chirped, to which Oji shot him a look suggesting otherwise.

Feathers winced before turning to Snow, who was busy devouring a pancake. "You?" Feathers asked as Snow startled, chewing and tapping his chin before shrugging. "Okay... How about you, Vee?" Feathers redirected his attention to Vee, who was nodding off at the table, only to jolt awake when Oji placed a plate in front of him.

"Eat your breakfast and don't fall asleep at the table, Vee," Oji remarked. Vee blushed, picked up his fork, impaled a piece of bacon, and took a bite. "It's okay, I like it here," Vee grinned as Feathers let out a happy squawk.

"That's good. It's nice to know someone here is actually having fun," Feathers remarked, giving Oji and Noogai a pointed look as they both joined at the table.

"I'm having fun," Noogai stated, his voice low as he raised a brow at Feathers. "Sure," Feathers waved a wing dismissively as Oji sighed. "Fine, let's address the elephant in the room," he groaned, to which Feathers cheered. "Who made Kit the leader? That's my question," Feathers declared, causing Snow to look surprised.

"I thought we were supposed to be eating," Snow pointed out, while Vee rubbed the back of his neck. "We were supposed to," Oji added, crossing his arms, as Feathers shrugged. "Hey, don't blame me. I'm honestly getting annoyed at how Kit keeps ordering us around to clean or do things! Oji, do this. Noogai, do that. Vee, you should do this. Snow, you should clean that. Feathers, stop leaving feathers around," Feathers ranted, waving his wing wildly.

"Kit is clearly just trying to reign us in," Snow added, causing everyone to turn to him, which made him freeze up and hide behind his glass, pretending to drink more of his juice.

"Clearly, we never had the chance to choose a leader in the first place," Noogai remarked, stabbing his pancake and cutting it into small pieces. "Right, that's another one of the problems," Feathers agreed, as Oji sighed. "That is true."

"I like Kit being the leader, though," Vee chimed in, prompting everyone to let out a tired breath. "Kid, he's not really a good leader, though," Feathers countered, and Vee scratched his head. Oji began to speak, but Kit jumped in with a grin. "Good morning!" Kit yelled excitedly, causing everyone to wince.

"Good morning, Kit," Snow waved, and Vee grinned, saying, "Morning!" Kit sat beside Oji with a grin as Noogai wordlessly pushed a plate and a cup of orange juice towards him. "What's going on? Why does everyone look so serious?" Kit tilted his head, while Feathers and Oji exchanged glances.

"We were thinking about who elected you as the leader of this group," Feathers said, causing everyone, minus Kit, to look away, trying to act as if he hadn't just said that so blatantly. Kit's eyes widened as everyone held their breath, hoping the situation wouldn't escalate.

"Oh! The paper said I'm supposed to be the leader!" Kit grinned, as everyone groaned, except for Noogai, who ate his food in peace.

"The paper said you're supposed to be the leader?" Feathers deadpanned, as Kit nodded eagerly. "This is impossible," Oji moaned, tempted to leave the table and eat his breakfast in his room. "Why?" Kit frowned, looking at everyone's faces.

Noogai remained as unreadable as ever, the shadow from his hood concealing most of his features. Vee appeared extremely guilty, Snow avoided eye contact, Feathers looked disappointed, and Oji seemed like he just wanted to escape the situation.

"Would it be nice for us all to reelect a new leader, democracy and all. We never had the chance to have the rights to pick the person to lead the group," Feathers suggested, as Kit's mouth opened before he nodded in agreement.

"Okay!" Kit grinned, prompting Oji to give him a surprised look. "Just like that?" Feathers asked. "Is this okay with you?" Vee inquired, as Kit scratched his cheek before nodding. "It's fine! We can do it later after eating?" Kit beamed, and they all looked at each other in surprise.

"You're taking this too happily," Snow pointed out, as Kit tilted his head. "Why? Should I not be happy? I mean, we're deciding as a group," Kit said excitedly, prompting Feathers to give him a look.

*~*

"We're doing a ballot," Feathers announced as he stood on the table where a small box was placed beside him, and everyone held their own paper from Vee's sketchpad. "The votes are going to be completely anonymous, so that means you don't need to write your names on the paper," Feathers clarified, and they all nodded.

Noogai simply scribbled something down on his paper and walked over to the box, dropping his vote in.

Soon, the others followed suit, with Feathers dropping his next. "Everyone managed to vote?" Feathers inquired, looking at them as they all nodded. "Oji, if you will," Feathers said, gesturing towards the box. Oji nodded, walking up to it and taking out the papers, opening them one by one, before frowning and giving all of them a significant look.

"Alright, I got the votes," Oji sighed as he placed all the papers back inside the box. "I have 3 votes, Feathers has 2 votes, and Kit has one vote," he announced. Kit clapped excitedly as everyone turned to each other and shrugged.

"I kind of prefer if it would be Feathers, though," Oji said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, as Feathers patted his arm. "Anyone against Oji being the new leader?" Feathers turned to them.

"I have no problem with it," Snow said as Vee nodded in agreement. Noogai only shrugged. "Fine," he said curtly, before they all turned to Kit, who was nodding excitedly, bringing out a paper, standing up, and handing it to Oji.

"What's this?" Oji asked as he stared at the empty paper. "This is the announcement paper. Everything you need is here—rules, announcements, and more! Just think of what you want to see, and it will show since you are now the leader!" Kit said excitedly, peering over with a grin.

"Try thinking of the rules, and you'll see," Kit said, waving a hand in front of Oji's face.

"Okay..." Oji said, staring at the blank paper intently, before sighing when nothing appeared.

"Hmm..." Kit hummed, taking the paper from Oji's hands. Soon enough, words appeared on the paper as Oji gaped. "It works, though! Here," Kit shoved it back into Oji's hands as they both stared at the now blank paper.

"What's going on?" Snow asked as he stood up and walked over, grabbing Feathers and propping him on his arm as they peered over Oji's shoulder. "It's just a blank paper," Feathers remarked, as Kit rubbed his brows in confusion.

"But you saw it work earlier, right? It has to work on you; you're the leader," Kit pouted, grabbing the paper again, and the words reappeared once more.

"I think it only works for Kit," Snow mused. "Eh? But... Oji is the leader now," Kit rubbed his neck, staring at Oji apologetically and looking extremely guilty.

"Or he can still be the leader without the paper," Feathers added, but Kit shook his head. "No, absolutely not! The paper is really important!" Kit waved the paper around as Feathers sighed.

"Looks like Kit is still the leader," Feathers concluded.

They all groaned in response, while Noogai simply crossed his legs, looking relaxed.

[jazeswhbhaven]

hello...

❤December😈

It's been one heck of a year lovelies, including this being the anniversary of me starting this blog! If those of you that are still here from before, my old blog was shadow banned and no answer from the help team until 6 months later which lead to the creation of jazeswhbhaven!!!

I want to thank every single moot/follower/lurker/dedicated anons for sticking around with me and being patient with those requests (that I'm still working on 💀🥺) also for all interactions and love!

I may not answer all of you all the time, but I see the comments and tags. This fandom has been a pleasant experience and I'm glad I stuck around and made this blog 🖤 I hope next year I continue to entertain ya'll.

Housekeeping rules~

As per usual, every month I gotta do this just because there's new folks that come by!

🌲No minors following or interacting please, all blogs without content or indication that you're a real person over the age of 18 will be blocked 🌲Venting/critiques about WHB and surrounding topics are allowed in my inbox, I get folks need someone to talk to. However be fair warned about my own opinions that may not align with yours. 🌲Absolutely no indirect trash talk of another user in my inbox as a means to "call them out". I'm not a mediator. 🌲An exception to above is if said user is a minor, or is causing problems that I need to be aware of so I can properly handle the situation/and or block. 🌲Requests are open, but slow. I'll let you know if the topic you send is something I don't write. 🌲As long as you don't bring any of the following nonsense(not limited to these examples): racism/colorism, homophobia, transphobia, p3do, harassment...I'm a very chill person.

Overall: Be nice, enjoy our devil bois, and all will be g u c c i.

What's happening for the rest of December?

The event so far is kicking off pretty well on my reacts! I've posted my Astra character sheet already too. Here's a tentative list of what to expect~

🌲Zagan L-card React/Summary 🌲The new Lucifer card Summary 🌲Satan Torture Rewrite Fic

🌲Wrapping up Requests

I definitely want to make sure I get all outstanding requests answered and finished by the end of year so I start January with a clean slate! I really want to keep on that promise to be more organized with my requests to keep wait times reasonable. Once again thank you all for your patience <3

Next stuff for next year?????

EYE, I am not making too many promises, but I do have some fancy new things I'd like to implement for this blog! I know that I did an audio react earlier this year, and during a survey ya'll were receptive to having a hybrid of those mixed in with my written reacts. I will do my best to do more of those as they take a bit longer to create/edit.

I really like my fankid, Cain and I also love the requests that come in for me to write about him! I will possibly dish out more Cain content and his siblings next year, (i know ya'll dig Astra too (i hope) I will not neglect her since ya know SHE BE MY MC FOR WHB) Errrr if there's anything else I don't even know. oh, so ya'll may or may not see later in the year (we'll see how everything goes for this game and fandom) but I plan on going to a local convention (we're talkin' like late august/september so quite a while away) and cosplaying Amy~ I like his outfit alot actually and seems the best suited for the weather that's here in the south. I may also do Abyssos uniform MC (I have purple hair) too~

Well that's all lovelies, I again thank you for all your interactions and content you bring to the fandom~ Continue to be amazing (❁´◡`❁)

-your lovely admin, Jaze (*/ω＼*)

[notanettelmao]

The Tell pt. 1

Also on AO3

(A Teen Wolf Rewrite)

Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Supernatural Warnings: usual TW and SPN stuff Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x reader Words: 1,8k

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Tags: @venomsvl  @celestair  

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Y/N was with Derek when he heard about the attack at the video store. He took off in the direction of the store, leaving her behind. She swore, looked around, and started running after him. 

When she finally got there, he and Scott were climbing the rusty ladder on the side of the building. Y/N rolled her eyes and climbed after them. Scott said hi to her while Derek stared at her as if he wasn't expecting her to follow him. He then turned to Scott.

"Starting to get it?" He asked, leaning over the edge to look down in a way that didn't make him visible to the people on the ground under them. Scott did the same.

"I get that he is killing people. I don't get why." Scott mumbled. Y/N walked a few steps toward the edge to take a look at the scene. 

"I mean, we don't go out in the middle of the night murdering everyone, do we?" Y/N turned to look at Scott. 

"Werewolves are predators. Not killers." She said. Derek agreed, not looking away from the people on the street.

"Then why is he a killer?" Scott asked looking at his friend and then at the older werewolf.

"That's what we are going to find out. Y/N, how does this look like from the perspective of a hunter?" Derek turned towards her. The youngest Winchester took a deep breath and stepped away from the edge of the roof.

"It must have been a rogue omega. He killed Laura to get the alpha power, which we already knew. We know that he wants to build a pack, and that's why he bit Scott. But something isn't right here. Why didn't he bite anyone else? I'll need to do some research on my own, maybe I will take Stiles with me because he can get us the police reports. I need to know if there were organs missing or if he is just killing for the fun of it." Y/N looked at her phone, texting Stiles to meet her a few blocks away from the video store.

"You do that. I'm gonna take Scott to the house for a bit. I'll see you later," Derek waved a hand her way and then ran off the roof, Scott following him. Y/N groaned when she realized she will have to climb the ladder down

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The youngest Winchester got to the meeting point at the same time as Stiles parked his jeep on the side of the road. She quickly jumped into the passenger seat and told him to drive to his house. She needed his whiteboard for this.

"So, what are we going to do now?" Stiles asked as they got into his room. He sat on his bed and watched Y/N pace around the room picking different stuff up and then wiping his whiteboard so she had a clean space to work with. She ignored his question and wrote 'THE ALPHA' in capital letters in the middle of it, then drew lines around it and started writing everything they knew already.

"I need you to look in your dad's files to see if there were any bodies found dead with their heart missing in the towns around Beacon Hills." Y/N turned to look at Stiles who was reading the words on the board, looking really interested. 

"You think it could be the bad kind? The one you told me about?" He was suddenly up, looking worried. Y/N swallowed and nodded. 

"I have a bad feeling. And I need another wolf to talk to about it. Not Derek. And not Scott, Scott hasn't been a werewolf for long." She ran her fingers through her hair. 

"I guess we have one more Hale we can visit." He said quietly. Y/N nodded. 

"I'll go see him. I need you to go look through the folders. Look for the missing hearts and anything that could be a clue." She quickly dropped the parker on Stiles' table and turned to walk out, but stopped in between the door.

"I don't have a car." She turned back to look at Stiles. He let out a laugh and then motioned for her to follow him.

"Come on, I'll take you there."

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Peter lived on the side of Beacon Hills where Lydia did. The rich part of town. He moved into his house right when he was let out of the hospital after his miraculous recovery. Y/N actually helped him and Derek to pick the place and get him used to being around people again. No one really recognized Peter in town, which saved them a lot of explaining about how the hell he was walking and talking after spending six years in a coma.

Y/N thanked Stiles for the ride and closed the car door. She watched him drive away and then let herself in through the gate. She walked up the stone steps towards the front door and knocked. She didn't have to wait long before Peter opened it, frowning. When he saw her he smirked.

"Ah, Winchester. What can I do for you?" He asked, moving to the side so she could walk in. 

"Hi, Peter. Nice to see you too. Are you doing better?" She lifted an eyebrow at him and took off her shoes. She put them on the shoe rack in the huge hallway. 

"Did you come over only to ask me how I was doing or do you actually need something?" He led her towards the kitchen. 

"Oh, I just wanted to talk." She sat on one of the chairs at the kitchen island and put her phone in front of her.

"Talk? About what? And where is my nephew? Does he still refuse to buy a normal living space and tortures himself by sleeping in the burned-down house?" He pulled out two cups and started the coffee maker. 

"Derek is currently at the old house with Scott. And yes, he still lives there. He is way too stubborn to listen to us. Even though it would be safer for him to move somewhere else now that Kate is in town. That woman is a whole new level of crazy. But that's not why I'm here. I need to talk to you about werewolves. And about how they go rogue." Peter turned to look at her. 

"Why don't you ask your uncle about it?" He asked and placed one of the full coffee cups in front of her. 

"My uncle was in an accident a few days back. I don't really want to bother him now, as I am sure he and my brothers have a lot of stuff to do because the Leviathans are getting all around the USA." 

"Yes, I remember you telling me about him being shot. What do you need to know?" Peter sat down on one of the chairs on the other side of the island.  

"How does a wolf go rogue?" Y/N asked. 

"Depend on the situation. You can be kicked out of the pack, and then if no other pack wants you in, you lose it. You start going more and more feral. That's how omegas are made, but omegas are usually born wolves that go feral. The bitten omegas are more..." Peter stopped talking, thinking about how to say it correctly.

"They're the worst kind, right? The ones that feed on the hearts of humans?" Y/N asked quietly. Peter nodded.

"Yes, they are the worst. I don't know how, but they actually became weak to silver. Us born wolves aren't." 

"I know. It is a myth connected to the Argents as they are the oldest line of hunters ever." Y/N agreed. She then pulled her father's journal from the bag she had brought with her. 

"Can you look over this to see if there are correct facts?" She pushed the journal towards Peter, who took it in his hands carefully.

"It was my father's and my brothers left it with me just in case I needed it. And I know you know a lot of stuff about the supernatural as you yourself are supernatural. Also, Derek told me you used to have a lot of different bestiaries and other books before..." Y/N didn't finish the sentence when she noticed the pained look on his face. 

"Why are you asking me all this? You think the alpha is a bitten wolf?" Peter asked. The girl nodded. 

"If it was a born wolf someone would know something. There are not that many of you anymore and my brothers keep tabs on all of the packs with born wolves. They would know if one of them went rogue." Y/N explained.

"Did you tell any of this to Derek?" 

"No, are you crazy? You know him. He would go right after the guy and get himself killed in the process." She took a sip of her coffee and watched Peter as he agreed.

"If you are right, and you probably are... We are going to need all the help we can get. Derek is not as strong by himself, your friend Scott still doesn't really know how to have control over his shift, and the sheriff's kid is a skinny human who talks too much. Even with the help of your angel friend, my wolf is not healed fully yet. You are probably the strongest of us right now with your hunter training." Y/N knew what Peter wanted her to do. 

"I can't call them here Peter. They have a lot of stuff going on, I told you the Leviathans are everywhere-" 

"Y/N, you are creating a pack around yourself. The alpha is going to see you as a threat." Peter said as if it was nothing. Y/N froze in her seat.

"I'm creating a pack around myself? How is that possible? I'm not an alpha, not even a werewolf." The youngest Winchester looked so confused Peter had to laugh.

"It is possible. You have to have the right amount of Spark to pull it off. You are a Winchester. You and your brothers stopped multiple apocalypses. The angels watched over you. You went against multiple gods and came out alive. There is no one else that could do all that."

"So what, I'm an alpha, but not really?" Y/N cringed as she said that. It sounded ridiculous.

"Something like that." Peter shrugged and got up from his chair with her journal in his hands.

"If you'll need me I'll be in the library." With that, he walked away.

"Okay, hold up. You can't just drop that and walk away! Peter!" Y/N yelled as she watched his back disappear up the stairs. 

"You son of a bitch." She let out a sigh and put her empty cup in the sink. Her phone buzzed at the same time. She quickly picked it up and looked at the new text. 'There are at least 4 cases where bodies were missing hearts' was all it said. 

"Shit." She let out as she grabbed all of her stuff and ran out of the door. 

[serandipity]

This is an indie multi muse rp blog for muses from the Legend of Zelda, Harvest Moon, Rune Factory, Final Fantasy, F.ire Emblem, and guest starring a few OC's penned by Serenade or Sera. OC friendly, crossover friendly, but slow replies ahoy.

Current Counts

Drafts:27 Starters owed: 0

Last updated 2/11

Associated with: @agloryofuniicorns

Followed for a specific muse and don't want to see the others? Totally understandable! My tagging system for muses is muse: '[c.haracter name]' so just add that to your filter list and the posts should be filtered to keep your dash clean!

fandoms are tagged as fandom: [n.ame of f.andom]. Dots included. This is to keep things out of the main tags

my art is tagged as doodle book [m.use name] other art reblogged is tagged as portraits: [m.use name]

the little lady that appears in the promo image is Starlette Teaflower, a fun little oc of mine. Currently I am off dash. The best way to get a hold of me is through dm's. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Currently the q is set to pump out a post a day until I’m caught up. Thanks for understanding! Mobile Friendly Muse List + Rules under the cut

001. I am mutuals only, but I’m not super picky over who I follow. I don’t usually follow first, but I am trying to follow more people. If I follow you, assume I wish to write with you in some capacity. I do not send in passwords. It gives me anxiety. Thank you for understanding. 002 .I will only write with people who are 18+. I do not want minors interacting with my posts or with me at all. I was a teacher for 5+ years and I am uninterested in curating my private space for minors the way I had to curate my professional space. I will hard block you if you’re a minor 003. Treat me the same way you’d want to be treated. Do not push for a ship, do not push for me to reply, do not god mode, etc etc. I feel I really don’t have to spell most of this out because this should all be basic RP etiquette already. 

I don’t really care if you reblog memes or images from me. I will sometimes post my own personal art. If you like it or it is relevant to your blog, you are free to reblog it.

If I reblog something from you like a meme or something and you find you want me to reblog from source instead let me know. I try to do that but I’m mobile a lot and sometimes I honestly just forget

004. I write at work most of the time and am not on tumblr on my days off. This can mean there are days where I am not writing depending on how busy work is. I have a thread tracker to check if I have replied to something and it’s usually* up to date

*sometimes it is not and if it is not please feel free to dm me and ask.

005. Please leave fandom drama at the door!

Some of the fandoms I write in are notorious for having… contentious views over specific characters, and I do not wish to partake in this. I like my muses, I like writing them, and I will continue to write them. Additionally, I will be writing darker topics (they all will be tagged and under readmores).

If you feel the need to police me for my muses or for the content that I write, I will block you. 006. With the exception of a few, most muses are written as being over 18. This includes muses who may not be canonically that age but will be with time. All interactions with them being over 18 are set after their canon events. If this bothers you, do not follow me. 007. While I feel I’m not slow, I tend to have a lot of interactions, and I will always prioritize my friends over others. This does not mean I do not want to write with you, but you will likely see some partners receiving replies daily while you receive a reply once every few weeks. This is another case of ‘if this bothers you, do not follow me’.

On this note, I also only would like to follow blogs I am actively writing with. If we do not have a meaningful thread after 2-3 months, I will unfollow. 008. I adore shipping and will be posting a shipping call on my actual blog that will detail my guidelines in more detail. But, to suffice - unless a muse is private (or under the age of 18), consider them shippable! All muses can assume to be bisexual. Please leave any ship drama at the door too. I will ship what I want to ship and write what I want to write and tag it as necessary to give people a chance to filter like I do with everything else on this blog. If that’s a deal breaker then please do not follow me.

009. I am not afraid to defend myself if some garbage pops up. I don't believe in being nice and polite anymore for the sake of optics and "not bringing drama to the dash" anymore. I consider myself friendly, but I will not be a doormat for people who only wish to assume the worst of me.

010. If you soft block me and I find out no hard feelings, but also, I'm just going to hard block you. I will assume you no longer wish to interact with me and will follow suit. This is to cut down on the potential of me accidentally refollowing after you've quietly expressed you don't wish to interact anymore.

011. I am of the mindset that most things can be solved with a dm. I actually think tumblr's mindset of you can never be confrontational is actively harmful and has created an environment where everyone is too afraid to speak their mind or speak up when they have an issue with someone. in fear of being viewed as "toxic" or "drama mongering". Please know that if you have an issue with me and wish to discuss it in DM's I will at the very least hear you out and listen to your side.

012. Do not interact if your blog is solely used for the purpose of writing smut and producing thinly veiled fetish content. I have NEVER had a good experience with those types of blogs and have no interest in writing with them. I am fine with smut / nsfw content as long as that's not all your blog is for. I will unfollow if you do not either put your nsfw content under a read more or give me an easy way to filter it with tags. I will hard block if you engage in any of the following kinks: feederism, inflation, or weight gain. I'm not interested in kink shaming but those specific kinks make me grossily uncomfortable

013. While I have no hard time limit on when threads are responded to, if you're consistently dropping threads and leaving starters unacknowledged even if you requested them. I'm going to block you. I want to get invested in writing with my partners and I can wait for a long time for threads to be replied to. I also find it kind of rude when people do this, so I'm just not gonna put up with it anymore. 014. I am fundamentally anti-a.i. While I won't throw a hissy fit if you use a.i icons or whatever, but if you're one of those people that respects a.i art generation as a medium this is not the place for you. Also.

Muse list below:

F.inal F.antasy -E.stinien - F.F14 -R.yne - F.F14 -H.ien - F.F14 -Mina Oronir - FF14 W.o.L OC. -I.sabella ( the Dame) - FF16 - M.id - F.F16 -S.leipnir - F.F16 -C.id - F.F16 - D.ion - F.F16 - I.gnis - F.F15 - P.rompto - F.F15 -G.entiana - F.F15 - A.ranea - F.F15 F.ire E.mblem - D.orothea - F.E3H - F.elix - F.E3H - M.arianne - F.E3H -B.ernadetta - F.E3h -S.ylvain - F.E3H -M!B.yleth - canon divergent / au based - associated with @agloryofuniicorns -J.eralt - F.E3H -F.layn - F.E3H - R.hea - F.E3H - I.vy - F.E E.ngage - H.ortensia - FE Engage - V.eyle - F.E E.ngage -C.eline - F.E E.ngage -M!Alear - F.E E.ngage

H.arvest M.oon P.opuri - H.arvest Moon 64/ FomT K.aren - H.arvest Moon 64/ FomT E.lli - H.arvest Moon 64/ FomT M.ary - H.arvest Moon 64/ FomT S.kye - H.arvest Moon DS Cute H.arvest K.ing - H.arvest M.oon A.nimal P.arade W.izard - H.arvest M.oon A.nimal P.arade C.andace - H.arvest M.oon A.nimal P.arade

K.ingdom H.earts - A.qua - B.BS / K.H3

L.egend of Z.elda H.ylia - L.ore D.in - L.ore N.ayru - L.ore F.arore - L.ore S.ky Z.elda - S.kyward S.word Ghirahim - S.kyward S.word F.i - S.kyward S.word S.heik - canon divergent- about / verses M.ikau - M.ajora's M.ask Lulu - M.ajora's M.ask D.eku P.rincess M.idna - T.wilight P.rincess T.etra - W.ind W.aker M.ipha - B.reath of the W.ild R.iju - B.reath of the W.ild P.okemon L.illie - S.un and M.oon Gladion - S.un and M.oon Lusamine - S.un and M.oon R.ika - S.carlet and V.iolet L.arry - S.carlet and V.iolet R.aishan - S.word and S.hield S.teven S.tone - O.RAS

R.une F.actory M.ist - R.F1 / R.FF S.haron - R.F1 B.ianca - R.F1 / R.FF I.ris N.oire - R.FF I.ris B.lanche - R.FF M.icah - R.F3 P.ia - R.F3 - Available F.rey - R.F4 V.ishnal - R.F4 D.olce - R.F4 L.eon - R.F4 L.ucas - R.F5 M.urakamo - R.F5 M.isasagi - R.F5 Tales of E.dna - Z.estirea R.okurou - B.erseria L.aphicet - B.erseria D.ohalim - A.rise R.inwell - A.rise C.olette - S.ymphonia Zellos - S.ymphonia Yuan - S.ymphonia Persona J.oker - P.5 Y.usuke K.itagawa Futaba Sakura Tae Takemi Kawakami Sae Nijima Ann Takamaki Otome Games Arsene Lupin - Code Realize Victor Frankenstein - Code Realize Sagihara Saikyo - Ken ga Kimi Suzukake - Ken Ga Kimi Heisuke Todou - Hakuoki Okita Souji - Hakuoki Hachirou Iba - Hakuoki Aiji Yanagi - Collar x Malice Adolphe - Virche Evermore

Other Media C.astiel - Supernatural

[liviingdarkness]

𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔡𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤? 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔡𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢? 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌? 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊?

# 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒

private and selective FANDOMLESS HORROR OCS. dark and triggering themes may be played out on this account   *please follow with caution* minors and personals do not interact. rules and bio in sites please review before interactions. possessed by alex ˢʰᵉ / ʰᵉʳ creatures including but limited to : 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 , 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 , 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 , 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝.   mobile rules and muse list under read more affiliate with - 𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃 - 𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃

𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖘 ,  𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔬 ,  𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 , 𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔰

MUSE LIST. click name for stats and about

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒 - 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝐕𝐀𝐋 - 𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐔𝐒 - 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀 - 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇 - 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 - 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐈 - 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝐍𝐗𝐘 - 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍 - 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎/𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄 - 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚕

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this account will contain ocs created by me consisting of it's own lore and back stories. this page is still very much under construction and as i work a full time job it might take me a little bit to update it. please come to my inbox with any questions you might have!

I am a mutual only blog , meaning i will only be interacting with people who follow me and i also follow back. please if we are not mutuals , do not interact. any interactions outside of mutuals will be ignored , this does include pms , and if it’s continued i will have to block for my own comfort.

I do tend to take a little while to respond to things being that I have a full time job working outside and it does usually take a lot out of me. my usual days off are wednesday and saturday and i will be most active on those days. rping is a hobby for me and i would like to keep it that way , so please no pressure for responses.

when it comes to triggers , i will tag anything i feel needs to be tagged with “trigger” TW or “trigger” CW if it is written but please keep in mind there will be many dark themes played out on this account. if there is anything you see that you wish to not, feel free to reach out and ask me to tag anything. i don't mind and i will go on tagging it in the future. the only thing i have blacklisted personally is 'animal death' or anything along those lines.

my name is alex and i’m 21+ so with that being said i will not follow anyone under the age of 18 nor do i think anyone under the age of 18 should follow me. if i do find a minor following me it will be a hard block. in addition to this rule , when it comes to nsfw content i am comfortable with writing it out as well as fade to black. admittedly i’m not great at writing smut though i am fully open to mutuals sending in any nsfw content.

when someone follows me i will take the time to look over everything on their account and decide if i think our muses could interact and i would expect anyone else to do the same when i follow but if my follow sits there for a few weeks without a response , no hard feelings , i do not mind but i will just unfollow to keep my dash clean! if for some reason i do not add you back please accept this and do not follow and refollow or interact with anything on my account. this will result in a hard block.

i do have shipping open for most of my muses and it will be stated on my muse page if they’re open for it. i would keep in mind though that most of my muses don’t jump into relationships quick, everything will be simply be based on chemistry. of course i am also open to other ships, they don’t have to be strictly romantic, give my muses best friends! Enemies! anything you can think of, i’m always open to plotting!

credits : icon border , promo , psd coloring

[maddiebiscuits]

i don't know how to phrase this any other way so i hope you don't find this rude or anything: you are (imo) a very skilled, very prolific art toaster. it's great quality artwork obviously, but your turnaround is wicked crazy fast to me. what does burnout look like for you? how do you manage to toast so many arts? what dark magics must you employ??

The hard truth is I worked in journalism for two years between 2010-2012 and customer service/hospitality starting at 16 years old in 2007 all throughout my life until 2022 and I don't want to go back to any of it now that I'm almost 33 - that's the main motivator to keep my freelance gig career doing art commissions going as long as possible. Fear and loathing of going back to that work environment keeps me focused.

In action...I'm not quite sure if I ever experience 'burn out'? I do experience art 'block' in that I can't think of anything to draw on my own or feel really unsatisfied with my work...so I just goof off with my canvas or do studies, but this doesn't interfere with doing commissions where I am told what to draw.

I just enjoy the physical act of drawing. Sometimes when I'm bored and restless and going for a walk doesn't help, I just draw more. When I was a kid I would just come home from school and draw crap between playing Gameboy/N64/Gamecube or browsing Elfwood/Newgrounds/DeviantART/Gaia Online, so it's literally just a habit now. If I don't draw for a long time I feel anxious and unwell. Somehow I just programmed my brain to think that art = leisure fun time, even if it's for work. I also tend to get into a "zone" sometimes and just put on video essays or music and a few hours later I'll have worked through some commission stuff.

I have three 'task lists' for my workflow:

A public trello board organized by work order types (N/SFW link)

A personal trello board organized by type/date in chronological order

A coloured tagging and folder system in my emails where I can just see the actual dates/timestamps of my last correspondence with a client so I know exactly who in my taskboard needs to be prioritized for their next WIP update

I hold myself to a standard of sending a client a WIP in stages:

rough draft (1-14 business days)

revisions (1-5 business days)

line art (1-14 business days)

revisions (1-5 business days)

final render (1-14 business days)

tweaks (1-2 business days)

So ideally, the client gets a finished commission in 3-6 weeks, so about 1-2 months. For larger projects I send more WIPs and the process is obviously longer. For simpler stuff like chibis, it's rarely a full six weeks. Over holidays I add an extra two weeks to my noted turn-around to account for IRL time off. On all my terms of service I have a maximum four months turn-around, essentially doubling the time I know my work flow is just in case there's some sort of medical or equipment emergency in my life that I need to account for that gives me a buffer (I also notify all clients)

Monday to Friday I wake up usually...late morning/early afternoon? I do anywhere from four to eight hours of artwork, broken up by walks, stretching, eating, cleaning, cooking, hanging out with my partner, etc. I look at my personal trello taskboard and emails to see what must be done and what can wait. I try to get at least 1-2 things done in a day though, be that sketches/line art/renders/revisions.

Right now I am looking at my email and task board, and the client with the highest wait time chronologically is someone who is waiting for their final render (sketch and line art already revised and done for them). Last email correspondence with them on the email says 9 days ago (so 7 business days, I'm supposed to take Sat-Sun off). Their order was paid in full and confirmed by me on November 9 and it is currently December 13, so I'm at about the 5 week mark (not accounting for delays in clients getting back to me of course) and I am very much On Course for my work load, no one has been without contact from me for 14 days or more so I'm pretty ahead of my game right now! I could take tomorrow off if I wanted, or only do 3-4 hours of work if I feel like it.

However the more work you finish and post, the more you show prospective clients your ability to finish orders and show your audience more art for engagement, so ideally I always like posting stuff when I can, it just creates a cycle of positive production and income.

[ultfan]

𝐀   𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒   𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐎𝐅 : a s̴l̴o̴w̴l̴y̴ ̴ ̴ ̴d̴e̴t̴e̴r̴i̴o̴r̴a̴t̴i̴n̴g̴ mind and body, existing as merely 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓮, the way insanely good luck breaks someone, valuing your ideologies over human life, doing the wrong thing with 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈, betting everything on 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒, having little self worth, and living a life of hypocrisy and contradiction. (carrd. / icon border credit.)

 ind. pri. sel. nagito komaeda of danganronpa 2 and ultra despair girls danganropa 2.5 and 3 aren't real to me.

inbox: 055 drafts: 051 starters: 000

CONTENT WARNING : komaeda is diagnosed with  frontotemporal dementia (behavioral variant)  as well as  stage three malignant lymphoma. i  do  tag them when they're brought up  explicitly  as a core part of what i'm writing — so you don’t have to worry about  in-depth stuff  appearing on your dash if you have the tags blocked, but i can't  completely  separate him from his symptoms and may make vague, non-specific allusions to them. i can' t just tag every single one of my threads. that aside, various other triggering themes appear in danganronpa: body horror, murder, self-harm, suicide, terrorism, and things of a similar theme. if there's something specific you need me to tag please let me know.

when there are too many triggers to realistically tag i will use the blanket tag “#despair tw” and place the thread under a readmore. read at your own risk.

(trigger tag: #trigger tw)

GUIDELINES :

i. treat me how you want to be treated. let's be kind, respectful, and communicate like adults if there are any problems. i like to think i'm a pretty reasonable and approachable person, so please don't be afraid to reach out to me. i'm just here to have fun. this blog isn't affiliated with anyone and is private/selective, meaning i only roleplay with mutuals and don't follow for follow. please respect that. i'm mostly trying not to overwhelm myself. also, if i follow you it means i want to interact, plain and simple. if you don't follow back in a week i'll usually just unfollow by then to keep my dash clean.

ii. while i do think it's good to call out actively harmful people (groomers, manipulators, abusers, etc.) i find a lot of call out posts on tumblr tend to be more along the lines of "i don't personally get along with/agree with this person so i'm going to slander them." for that reason i do often separate myself from call out culture and the drama that surrounds it. please don't drag me into it, i can make judgements of people's character on my own. i also don't care to police the kind of things people write. if i'm uncomfortable with certain topics i'll just block the tags and not engage with it. you do you, i'll do me. i'm an adult. i really don't care to get involved in debates like that.

iii. nagito komaeda is an antagonist first and foremost in my mind. he will be someone who causes problems. rude, obsessive, judgmental, and dangerous. i do not condone any of his actions nor agree with the way he views the world. he is not a good person. and i'm sick of how the fandom babies him. yes, his character has a lot of tragic elements, but that doesn't mean he's just "a misunderstood little guy." even when he had his memories erased he still had that fucked up view of hope/human value and was even willing to attempt a murder without hesitation. he's just like this!

iv. komaeda is of age, 20-22, in the majority of my verses. he is canonically an adult— and given i am of age as well you can expect nsfw content (including smut) on this blog. i refuse to write those topics with underaged muses. and i won't follow underaged muns in general because of the potential content on this blog. smut threads will be tagged "#nsft tw". HOWEVER. i have to say this now: i absolutely hate with all of my being how the fandom has fetishized the hell out of komaeda and made him into this weird, blushy, drooling sex fiend who nuts over hope in so many fics/fanart. do not expect me to write him like that.

v. i am a full time college student and do not have time to be terminally online. be patient with me. this is just a hobby. if you have any questions please just send them my way.

[spoopy-but-safe]

Change of plans (on my part)

I've been home for a couple days now. I sat down a couple times and tried to think of... Anything to post for the prompt challenge.

... I've got nothing.

So, I'm shifting gears. I'll leave the posts up in case anyone else wants to hop in and do any prompts going forward, but I'm personally doing something else.

I'm going to be cleaning up and posting a series of short horror snippets I've created called "Healing induced nightmares". It's exactly what it sounds like- Nightmares experienced by a Healer, or due to Healing.

I will warn all of you now that they're much more intense than I usually go for Healer-related horror. Relevant tw and cw tags will be added to each of the posts. If you don't want to see these at all, block the tag "Healing induced nightmares".

(Note: These still fall within my own guidelines; There is a depiction of death, but not due to being eaten. That said, death IS depicted, so be cautious.)

There won't be TOO many of them, but I have a few that just need some proofreading. Keep an eye out for them over the coming days.

I hope my horror fans here enjoy these! Happy October!

[amazing-spiderling]

For the ask game: K N O P W X Y Z

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

I think people often overlook how much comic Spider-Gwen grows over the course of her series, but it's one of the reasons I love that run so much. Okay, she's still kind of schlubby and chronically late for things, but in the course of... three years? She does something that Peter Parker took decades to do (and keeps waffling) which is to reveal herself publicly and face the music for any crimes she committed as Spider-Woman (specifically the death of Peter Parker). I think a lot of superhero books are able to keep running on the same drama because they keep letting the hero *just barely* outrun the consequences of their actions, or if they do, they keep going back and forth on who knows their identity etc etc. If being a Spider-Person is about responsibility, I think Gwen really did the best job of stepping up to the plate.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

For Daredevil: Oh man, you don't even know (ok, actually, you specifically probably do know haha) how much I'd like to see more DD crossover with mutant characters, specifically Nightcrawler. I JUST THINK THEY COULD HAVE SOME GOOD CHARACTER BUILDING MOMENTS, and while Nightcrawler is like... a guy pretty much everyone likes, I think he's under utilized in fanfic. HE'S A GOOD DUDE. And boy howdy his recent comic events have made him a very... meaty character. I'm hoping his upcoming stint as Spider-Man gives people more ideas for stuff to do with him.

Maybe comic edits? Serious ones or funny ones. There are some very talented people out there doing neat things with all this classic art and I'm always in awe. I dabble, but struggle a lot with creating wholly new things as opposed to just cleaning up images. I love show edits, but the problem with pretty much any live action media fandom is that you end up seeing the same clips over and over because there's only so much to draw from.

This is a silly one, but people should do more mattfoggy animatics to dialogue from episodes of House. I don't know why the algorithm started pushing clips of that show to me but there have been so many times I was like "is this not just lifted from like... the Bendis run or something?" haha

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

I went to my 2022 recap and picked the 28th song. It's "I'll Still Have Me" by Cyn which I almost feel is a cheat for me because I'm pretty sure I've put this on prompt lists specifically. This song (about losing your loved one either via death or a relationship that naturally came to its end) is so sweet and sad, and it puts me in mind of Foggy from season 3 of Daredevil when he thinks Matt is dead and is still trying to process it and move on with his life.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

Isekai where Foggy gets transported to a magical land where everyone is convinced he's doing to save the kingdom but it's very clear that it's all of his companions (the Defenders etc) who have amazing abilities and he's wondering how he got here and how long he can keep this up.

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

HMM. Hate is a strong word... I just y'know, don't click on things or block the tag but... I usually pass on genderswap fics? Not really out of any strong feelings (I think art can be interesting because I like seeing how costumes are reinterpreted a lot of the time). I just... don't have the interest. One that is sometimes harder to avoid is when someone drops a full ass song into the middle of a fic (a few lines of lyrics are fine) and it doesn't have anything to do with the narrative, the author was just really feeling their girly bop feels that day. It takes me right out of the story and I pass over the lyrics 99.9% of the time.

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

It's probably because I live in a place that's roughly as hot as the surface of the sun but I go WEAK IN THE KNEES for any story where character A has been in the cold for too long and character B has to help them get warm again. Can be an actual danger-of-hypothermia situation or a "you really thought a snowball fight was a good idea" situation, it's all good.

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

I will send my memes friends for Hannibal, Stranger Things (which I watched and enjoyed, I'm just not in the fandom for it) and the occasional DC property. Things I know just enough about to go "oh that's a funny one".

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)

This is silly, but I'm so happy so many buddies are jumping on the Spider-Gwen panel redraw! It's fun to see how people's styles vary and what techniques they use to get a desired effect. Kind of feels like I'm back in art class and twenty kids are drawing the same bowl of fruit, y'know?