#i said this in the tags of one of the posts cause i vaguely saw smth and elon lying but actually reading abt it....

[robotpussy]

ok not to go on about twitter again but Google is booting twitter cause they aren't paying for server space anymore so Elon is lying about these limits happening because he wants ppl to pay to see more, it was happening because the servers are genuinely DOWN 😭😭😭

[topfsecret]

Dress to Impress Lana Lore: Thoughts on Nurse Julie

Post Date: 1 November 2024

with special thanks to youtuber callmehhaley for her video "SECRETS In The LANA LORE QUEST & Breakdown! *STORY EXPLAINED?* | Dress To Impress Halloween Update"

warning: discussion of ableism, mythology, and death

so, ummm........ Lana Dress To Impress was a Greek Mythology nerd.... umm... you think she'd play Hades Game? You think she'd main Aegis since it's an in-game item?

Despite our liking Hades Game, we ourselves are not nerds for ancient greek mythology (currently obsessed with Japanese myths atm) so please pardon any inaccuracies.

The (Possibly Romantic) Tragedy of Nurse Julie

ANYWAY, in all seriousness... Julie didn't just pity Lana, she relates greatly to Lana due to their similar ages (teen to young adult - they're there for a year).

But most importantly, Julie also was a genuine friend to Lana (maybe she even had a crush on her*) - her constantly going against hospital rules to sneak in cookies into Lana's room, had a picture of her and Lana in her office, and even bring flowers (anemone, to be exact) to let Lana experience the spring outside.

*Re: Julie having a crush on Lana comes from the flower symbolism of anemone flowers. This is just from a cursory search - Aphrodite (the goddess) fell in love with a mortal man, Adonis, and when Adonis died, her tears that fell into his body grew anemone flowers. Thus, anemone became a symbol of tragic love/romance.

It can be mapped easily: Julie as Aphrodite, and Lana as Adonis. They can never be together, since Lana is doomed by Agamemnon. Lana, who's been dealing with Agamemnon for a while at this point, knows that he's causing Julie to hallucinate and get physically sick because she dares to help Lana.

So Lana told Julie to get out as soon as she saw Julie change. But Julie, being a nurse, probably didn't believe in ominous, vague warnings of a patient - and ableism (both internalized and in the medical field) makes her hesitant to leave.

After all, hallucinations are "crazy". While Lana is "crazy", she is "getting better". So, Julie herself fears telling others about her own hallucinations due to the stigma - if she's found out as having hallucinations, she could lose her job. She also doesn't want to "make her friend crazy again" ("I don't want to jeopardize her [Lana's] progress"), not knowing that the hallucinations of the two girls came from the same person.

(Lana knew. That's why their love is tragic.)

Not to mention, Agamemnon is influencing Julie into thinking that Lana doesn't care about her (the tape has Julie insult Lana - "obsessively reading those stupid mythology books" and thinking that Lana didn't have her best interests in mind - "Lana told me I should quit. She must be jealous of me. I don't believe her when she says she cares about me.")

Julie then said, "I'm always angry. I look and smell different. I don't know what's happening to me. But I'm scared."

Just when Julie is at the peak of vulnerability, Agamemnon reveals himself to not be a mere hallucination after all, and threatens her into compliance: "He said that he's going to make me suffer, and it's Lana's fault."

And the tape ends with this:

"It's not my fault for loving her. Lana was right this entire time. She was never crazy. But she's gone now - she's free!

If me turning into a monster will satisfy him, and protect her, then so be it. I'm sorry Lana. I promised I'd come visit you after you got out.

He said if I give into it, he'll leave you alone. I have to protect you, Lana. I hope one day, you'll forgive me."

Agamemnon is using classic abuse tactics - isolating Lana from allies (her parents, Nurse Julie) here.

But... youtuber callmehhaley still had one question: why Lana?

That, my dear readers, will be answered in my next post...

TopfSecret's Lana Lore Tag

[tornoleander]

I'm in the middle of reading wytyaa cuz I saw you mention it at some point and it sounded cool

Anyway, if wytyaa Jay and bbnb Jay ever met, and you somehow got them to traumadump on eachother, both of them would think "First Master, this guy went through hell. Compared to him I had it easy." Meanwhile neithed had it easy and both went through hell.

Might be wrong cuz I haven't finished wytyaa yet but I'm gonna go back to reading now byeeeeee

Oh I’m going to rant for a while because I love talking about and comparing these Fics.

YES, I can absolutely see both them sitting there and invalidate their own experiences. (Unless one of them gets a very important lesson about comparing Trauma)

Art under cut

Trauma dumping though? Currently I doubt wytyaa Jay would. And while bbnb Jay seems willingly to talk to his therapist there’s not a chance 16 year old him from an alternate universe will learn the extent of the shit I had to read through.

The have similar canon complaint story line, to an extent. Both fix my many issues with Cannon and add so much more. Both deal in forced labor extreme physical abuse blood wounds broken bones Starvation With emotional abuse from Nadakhan’s and the crew. But everything beyond that is where things drastically differ

Biggest difference being Explicit vs Mature

Wytyaa being vaguely 16+ and won’t go past implying anything sexual. So a lot is left to interpretation, which is usually easier to handle.

While Bbnb has be 18+ Does not shy away from anything….. no matter how much you wish it would most popular ninjago dead dove for a reason.

Wytyaa Jay is drugged out for the 2 months he has to deal with the withdrawal and wiped memories coming back to him. This scrambles the order you learn about what he went through. Vengestone sorta poisons him, the power suppression is painful and causes long term damage.

In the end Neither Jay is given a moment to feel safe and comfortable over months they are always in extreme danger this is the sort of damage that turns ptsd into C-ptsd✨

Like you said, neither had it easy they both went through hell.

But while comparing trauma is ultimately unhelpful experiences effect people differently both Jays are very traumatized I can tell you one of these was A LOT harder to get through as a reader. VERY much not the same reader experience.

Here’s are the fics with the obligatory READ THE TAGS and warnings at the top of each chapter. They are there for your safety when r themes of sa can be helpful and hurtful to some. Know what you can handle..

When you think your all alone by @mondothebombo

Bending but never breaking by @writing-hat

Both authors are awesome and have read each other Fics lmao.

Never posted this but a long while ago when both fics left off on angst for a long time I messaged them the same thing and got these replies.

The Audacity of hat to blame mondo lol.

If any of you like these fics follow me cause I have a lot of art coming. Also if you have any asks don’t be shy! I could rant for so much longer.

[many-but-one]

Recently saw a post about folks feeling upset about CDD systems saying they are endo-neutral yet also not wanting to see endo stuff on their dashboards. I’m not reblogging and adding to it because I feel like it would kind of be beating a dead horse because a mutual of mine said basically the same thing I’m about to say and I wanted to make my own post about it. I rarely make posts about syscourse for a variety of reasons but I do think this is something that is important.

I’ve been endo-neutral for a long time, a couple years at least. I’ve openly stated that I find endogenic plurality plausible and interesting. I’ve made a video on tiktok about this subject that got me a plethora of vague posts and made people despise me for having the take that I did. I’ve gotten both hate anons and positive anons on tumblr thanking me or hating me for taking the stance that I did. I’ve met endos who were lovely people and I’ve met endos who were really shitty people. And the same for anti-endos. I’ve been watching the syscourse battle rage on for years and the fact that the same stuff keeps coming up over and over with no “winner” (because it’s a discussion that doesn’t need to have a winner imo—endos can believe what they want and so can anti-endos) makes it feel like the two sides are constantly battling over a fictional no-man’s-land that has only ended in people being hurt, people being hurtful, and just so much fucking negativity.

However, as a CDD system, I don’t think it’s completely implausible to not want to see endo related stuff on my dashboard. I personally believe that the two groups *should* be separate. Because clearly the two groups trying to blend together is what *causes* this discourse to get so bad in the first place. Even if you believe you have a traumagenic system but identify as endo because you don’t think you’re disordered, then the resources and experiences talked about in the CDD tag won’t apply to you. Folks who have a CDD have childhood trauma and therefore their experiences are going to center around being traumatized. I shouldn’t have to want to see stuff from a non-disordered/endo system on my dash if our experiences don’t align at all. I shouldn’t have to preach my neutrality or support for endos day and night for me to be able to say that I am endo neutral or endo supportive.

The main reason I identify as endo neutral despite having a general support of endo systems existing is for a variety of reasons. The main ones being 1) I cannot police other people’s personal experiences 2) whether endogenic plurality is proven by science or not doesn’t matter to me because I’m not endogenic 3) I hate participating in syscourse and taking sides or disclosing sides openly is by nature partaking in it but Gods Forbid I don’t declare what side I’m on or I’m somehow betraying one side or the other 4) both sides can and have been incredibly toxic to each other and I don’t like that kind of negativity in my life, I’ve had enough of having to take sides who are both shit in my life 5) I think the fact that we are STILL fighting over this shit and have been for years with no leeway one way or another makes the fight pointless and should just Stop and 6) I do believe in a separation of the groups because I genuinely believe many if not most systems on either side will refuse to exist in harmony, not to mention the experiences of each side are completely different and non-comparable in exception to both sides having alters present—whether formed by trauma or other means.

I support the views of some endos. I support the views of some anti-endos. I understand why there is animosity on both sides. It is not possible for me to even take a side. However, because I’m a CDD system who has A Lot of trauma, my experiences are not comparable to that of endos and I don’t want to see their content on my dash. I don’t follow the plural tag, I don’t follow the syscourse tag, so I don’t often see endo stuff on my dash because those tend to be spaces in which both are present. And that’s fine because I can curate my own tumblr experiences. But when I see endo stuff in the DID tag or the dissociative disorder tags, that’s when I do get annoyed because endogenic plurality is not comparable to a CDD. And if you’re a traumagenic system who identifies as endo, I feel like that means you should make your own tags and stay out of the ones meant for one side or the other. Or stick to endo only tags. Mixed origins tags exist, don’t co-opt the traumagenic tags when you have distanced yourself from being traumagenic by identifying as endo. You know? Traumagenic tags, DID tags, dissociative disorder tags—all those are for disordered systems, systems who have a complex dissociative disorder. We HAVE made our own tags and our own spaces, they just semi-regularly get co-opted by endo users.

And the same goes for anti-endos. Stop freaking tagging your endo hate with endogenic tags. If you don’t want them in your spaces so badly, don’t invade their spaces either. Fucksakes.

[fiyaerrigan]

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❓️(Mystery/Surprise Fic! probably rated M) (more specifics to be revealed)

@dreaming-marchling

Have a little bit of Buck Having a Time™ in the hospital. It's not nearly whumpy enough to meet my "put blorbo in a jar and shake vigorously" sensibilities, but here you go!

(⚠CONTENT WARNING⚠ for medical setting, implied shitty behavior and referenced trauma)

Buck had gotten used to hospitals—both from time on the job and personal experience. He was accustomed to their weird sterile smells and rotating menageries of staff: from doctors who showed up once in a blue moon, to nurses who were way too comfortable in his personal space, to doctors and nurses and the occasional lab tech who were somehow relatable because they too were running on two hours’ sleep and fifteen hours’ wakefulness; Buck had seen everything E.R. chaos had to offer. Or at least he thought he had, until Doctor Fitzsimmons returned with somebody else. The sight of yet another lab coat piqued Buck’s interest—what could be going on that they needed to bring a whole new doctor in the mix? To someone else, the sight of two doctors striding in the room with absolutely no preamble might have been cause for concern. For Buck, though, it was different. He was practically a seasoned vet when it came to medical settings and scary experiences. He’d learned long ago—maybe somewhere between the first broken arm and the sixth hour spent waiting for his parents—to replace any fear he felt with curiosity, just for the sake of making it through his visit. So Buck was curious, then, that a new doctor had tagged along. He was curious when Fitzsimmons shared a glance with said doctor and scurried past her like he swallowed something bad and the computer was a trashcan from heaven. He was curious when he began clicking around at various windows and continued to look constipated, all without looking Buck’s way for even a second. Eddie coughed loudly. “You know, I wasn’t expecting company,” Buck said, trying for nonchalance. He shot his most winning grin in Fitzsimmons’ direction. “Lemme guess: you saw I brought my friend and got jealous. No worries, Doc.” Here, he laughed, hoping to come off easygoing as he leaned back on the hospital bed— “I totally understand.”

Anywho *throws confetti* ...tada?

If you aren't @dreaming-marchling that means I haven't relentlessly harassed messaged you about this fic and you only know the stuff I've mentioned in descriptions, but *puts on Oliver Stark hat* here's some more vagueness I can throw your way: this fic features one of BT fandom's post-8x06 fixations! (see tags)

I can't control what people choose to read on the internet, but it *WILL* also focus on several heavy topics that aren't suited for young readers, so 🤷 if that applies to you, please for the love of god don't read?

With that in mind, if that doesn't apply to you and you want to be put on a tag list for this fic, let me know by dropping a like! Always happy to hear any thoughts people might have, including constructive criticism! If you want to say anything at all, use the reply box to your heart's content <3

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Thanks for your response. I was the anon who ended the ask with 'the fandom can suck it'. When I saw that anon who you and twinanimatronics had assumed to be the one that keeps you know starting shit with you, I really hated that they labeled us as shipbrain or whatever they said. I am aroace who finds comfort in shipping characters and that doesn't make me any less aroace. Can't people like them just let us have this, let us share it and stop taping our mouths? God. We are not even hurting anyone. I posted a solarxmoon and solarxearth mini comic thing yesterday and behold, I believe that same anon found it and is looking adamantly through the solarxmoon and even solarxearth because I didn't use the tsams tag for my comic. I took the comic down fast and turned off anon messages so quick because God that anon was quick to leave nasty messages, six in total and that was panic attack inducing. I'm sorry for rambling about this. I don't know anyone else who got that same anon on their back. It looks like they are persistent for lack of better term and it annoys me+scares me. Can't even share things I like about here anymore. Hoping solarxmoon becomes canon so that anon can shut up already

If Solar Moon became canon, they don't even need to change anything.

The actors don't even need to pretend to kiss or be romanically involved at all.

It's literally as simple as "Oh yeah, we were dating for months, anyway..."

OH AND... FUCK THAT ANON. I know the user you are talking about, I think there's around two or three of them... and it seems like they're dead set on hunting down people who use that Solarmoon or Solar x Moon tag.

Going into popular users in the tsams fandom that I personally don't know... and spreading bad lies and rumors about me.

Like, they typically try to keep it as vague as possible, like "oh I am not talking about dana-chan-the-control-brain specifically....." but they often steal the exact wording and turn of phrase I use.

Cause I have an overly wordy way of talking on the internet.

I've always been this way since I was 15, so I feel my style of speaking is pretty overly wordy, rambly and long compared to most people just because I don't have a lot to share with my opinions with in real life. And I also misspell things a lot cus spellcheck has gotten worse since it became AI trained and it doesn't help my dyslexia.

But how sad is that? That someone is searching out the tag for a ship that they don't like, claim that "it's everywhere" and I'm "poisoning the fanbase" when I'm just.... here... playing with my own dolls, doing my own thing.... and not bothering anyone... Not even putting the ship in the tags publicly because I have Such respect and love for the silly little youtube show, who also plays with fnaf characters like they're dolls.

(just saying.. "bio-organic" and interdimensional travel did NOT come from fnaf I can tell you that much. )

And yeah, if they're really stumbling across Solarmoon or these ships on accident.......Blacklist the tags and move on? Don't come to my messages... Don't harass my friends...

And don't harass other people I DON'T EVEN KNOW because someone just said "hehe but what if they kissed" on the internet?

Like blocklist the tag, and move on.

I know the blocklisting tagging system sucks sometimes, so maybe it's picking up "Solar" like in that case? Just scroll super fast and don't look at it?

And yeah. You don't deserve those nasty messages sent your way at all!

Oh, and if you feel brave enough to reupload your art to tumblr and DM me, I will gladly reblog it here. <3

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

So yknow that fic I sent you in my last ask?

What if that's how the kalim harem happened?

Like everyone sees how sad kalim is and is like "welp, time to protect and love this ray of sunshine"

And Jamil isn't in the harem until **way** later or not at all

Btw yall boo is referring to this amazing gem

Okay, I'll be honest, I love this a bit more than what I originally posted. . . And now that I said that here's headcanons of how the others helped Jamil join!

How the poly happen is still the same in the first post ever of the #Kalim Harem tag

Only difference is Jamil at least was honest about his feelings but was hella vague if he wanted to start anything at all to not just Kalim but to everyone else

Did that stop from some of them teasing? No

Ace and Floyd teamed up plenty during club practice

Cater and Azul did the most they can to opening call Kalim cute or be super affectionate/lovey dovey when Jamil's in the area, even doing things they sense Jamil wanted to do

While Jamil is later, he would more so be the last of NRC to go out with Kalim cause I still think Rollo was last

At one point during a special buffet event at the Mostro Lounge Azul arranged a performance of this song and Jamil just sulked

Finally the ice was thawing and the others quickly made the moves to get these two together.

Did it sting a bit, but they all knew those two loved each other much longer than anyone of them loved Kalim

They started with Jamil getting notes with classes he missed for servant duties and an invite to the Mostro Lounge for a dinner

Jamil goes cause why the hell not?

He goes there and the dinner was good and yummy as expected, music was perfect as theorized, but what he wasn't expecting was Azul announcing a performance by NRC's Light Music Club

Together with the jazz, the band sing these:

Kalim sang this song during the night's end

Jamil watched as Kalim took a rose from Cater and floated to Jamil's table with a soft gaze, blushing like crazy when six different flowers came to him with different ribbon colors that symbolize each dorm's wish to have him

Yeah the night was a success as people saw Kalim give Jamil a kiss bye before classes the next day

[where-theres-smoak-2]

I'm a ship and let ship kind of girl but one thing that does grind my gears a bit is those antis who deliberately tag there anti sylki posts in the sylki tag. I have got way too many newly blocked accounts since the finale its kind of disheartening and also annoying, its not that hard to probably tag your posts.

But anyway there were quite a few posts of antis gloating about a couple of interviews that Sophia did and claiming that she hates the sylki ship so I figure ok lets talk about these interviews. Here's the first one:

First off the part saying Sophia isn't super into the idea of sylki as a couple isn't a direct quote from Sophia, so this could be the interviewer paraphrasing or it could be the interviewers interpretation on Sophia's comments, either as its not a direct quote and I don't know what the context is I am taking that part with a whole handful of salt and disregarding it.

What Sophia did say was that sylki is weird because they variants of the same person and also that with everything they have gone through the relationship is complicated. It seems like antis saw the word weird and went oh bad, she must mean she hates them but when you actually look at the definition of the word weird it doesn't necessarily mean something bad. The definition from Cambridge dictionary is: very strange and unusual, unexpected, or not natural. The Merriam-Webster definition is: of strange or extraordinary character, of, relating to, or caused by witchcraft or the supernatural. Which lets be honest fits Sylki, they are unusual, strange, unexpected, extraordinary and you could argue with the whole variant thing its got that supernatural element to it as well. I mean them being weird is what makes them fun and entertaining to watch so honestly I'm not mad that she said they were weird.

Another thing to bear in mind is that we don't know the question that goes with this answer for all we know it could have been a very leading question like don't you think its weird they are both variants of the same person, or what do you think of shipping in general, we don't know so we don't have a whole lot of context even with her direct quote. But to me Sophia's answer just seems to be your standard diplomatic, vague, non-committal answer that most actors give when asked about ships which is I like my character and I want the best for them. Sadly we live in a world now where actors have to be very careful and ambiguous when talking about ships because if they say something that upsets one side they may get sent hate, from what I've heard Sophia has already been sent death threats and had other hate hurled at her so it would make sense to me that she wouldn't want to give anything but vague answers to any questions about ships.

But say Sophia really isn't that into Sylki as a romantic pairing, so what? She's allowed to like or dislike a pairing on a tv show just like anyone else, even if she's playing one half of the pairing. She wouldn't be the first actor to dislike a ship they are a part of or to prefer a different pairing for their character. She's a person like everyone else and she's allowed to have likes and dislikes and her own opinions. But trying to argue that the Sylki ship is dead because Sophia may or may not (seeing as this interview doesn't confirm either way) like the ship is absurd to me. Especially as we've already had the head writer and producer of the show confirm that they are canon and that it was their romance that was driving the show. Seeing as they are the ones that write the show and decides what happens, I think I'm ok if Sophia thinks the ship is weird somehow. Now if the producer of the show said that they didn't intend for my ship to be romantic and wrote them as just friends I might be upset and think my ship was dead. Luckily for me that isn't the case.

The other interview I've seen antis throwing about as evidence that Sophia hates the ship is this one where she is talking about their kiss:

This one just baffles me even more. Personally I just don't understand how someone reads this and jumps to she hates the ship and the ship is dead. They were the ones saying the kiss was nothing but a trick, a distraction. Now here we've got Sophia saying the same thing Sylki shippers were saying which is the kiss was more of a good bye kiss. Honestly I love what she said about how it was a thank you and a good bye, it showed how much of an impact Loki made on her, heartbreakingly though it just wasn't enough to break through that need to complete her mission. To be fair this mission was something that had fuelled her throughout her entire life, that pain and those scars left from HWR and the TVA run too deep, really she needed alot more time with Loki before being able to choose him over that mission, maybe if they had more time together before facing HWR it would have gone differently but sadly we'll never know. Sophia recently said in another interview that there is an unspoken agreement between Sylki that they can't kill each other. Which is what makes this moment so tragically beautiful in a way, she knows she can't let her mission go, but she also knows that he won't let her kill HWR, and she also knows that she can't kill Loki so in her eyes her only option was to push him through that time door. She knows that will break their relationship so she just wants one kiss, one moment to say thank you and to say goodbye. Sorry but this isn't what a dead ship looks like to me. A slightly broken one maybe but not dead.

Ok so this is off topic but its something I am curious about. This is more to do with what I saw in the main Loki tag so unrelated to the antis mis-tagging their hate posts, I don't want to lump regular Loki/mobius shippers in with them. But I saw some posts talking about there being a track named L*kius and some shippers felt they had been baited because there was a track on the official sound track with their ship name but the producers were saying it was meant as a friendship and even I thought that was an odd choice on the Loki teams part, but then I've just been listening to the official soundtrack by Natalie Holt, its as amazing as last seasons by the way so if you get the chance I would recommend checking it out, but there is no track on there with that name. I checked the official track list titles as well and I'm not seeing it. So what happened there, was someone trolling that fandom? In which case not cool, or was it just misinformation that was spread, I'm very confused because there were screenshots that looked legit. Saying that I was listening to an epic cover of the track titled Ascension on the official soundtrack pre-release and they had named it glorious purpose seeing as the official name of the track hadn't been released yet, so maybe this was the same situation? It was just a placeholder name by whoever uploaded it? I never listened to the one with the ship name that was being posted about in the main tag so I am curious as to whether it is a track on the official soundtrack but now has a different name?

So wrapping it up, those are my thoughts on Sophia's interviews, the official soundtrack for season 2 is amazing and everyone should go listen to it and ship whatever you like but please, please can people tag their posts correctly because my finger is starting to ache from constantly hitting the block button.

[pinksparkl]

I hope I have the right number...

Vaguely based on a reddit story about a girl stealing another girl's cat back after the ex-boyfriend wouldn't give return it to her. What if Michael didn't care about the cat? And what if his new partner (original character) wasn't happy to play along with it and called Angel instead? Cat's name (Nyx) was chosen via tumblr poll.

Emotional Hurt/Comfort, petnapping, Domestic Fluff (kinda), Themes of pack as found family, Cute Ending, Mentioned Aggro

Rated: G

2882 words (read here or on ao3)

After a delicious homecooked meal care of their fiancé and his very skilled hands, Angel flopped on the sofa, sprawling out, aiming to relax for a while before even thinking about tackling the dishes. They blindly reached up and over their head to pick up their phone from the table behind the cushioned arm, hoping to scroll through at least a few of the meme posts Asher had undoubtedly tagged them in. Lazily opening an eye they saw a notification of a voicemail from an unknown number, "urgh, probably a spam caller," the “bane of their life”, as they so dramatically put it. They tapped on the notification, and brought the phone to their ear to see what they would be deleting as soon as they knew who to direct their frustration towards in approximately five seconds time.

 

"...hey, I hope I have the right number... this is gonna be awkward if it's not..." Angel took notice of the overly casual tone of the caller, "maybe it's not spam?" Their nose wrinkled in confusion, sitting up as if the change in posture would increase their understanding of what they were hearing.

"Umm, it's Michael's partner, Jordan, well, soon-to-be ex-partner, if we're being specific. Look, I know this is probably so weird, me calling you out of the blue – I mean, you don't even know me... Long story short, he's been really weird about the cat. And kinda bitchy about you every time he brings you up in a conversation, unprovoked...." A sigh crackled through the phone speaker. 

 

"He, uhh... he's not really taking care of the cat, also never told me the cat's name to be honest... do you... do you want the cat? If you do, call me back and I can, I dunno, steal her back for you? If I'm totally out of line here... just... delete this message and... go and live your life, I guess. I hope you're happy, really. Bye." As the pre-recorded voice listing off the options to deal with the voicemail, Angel's hand – and the phone – plopped onto the cushions below in disbelief. To say they were stunned would be an understatement. They were flabbergasted. “Michael hasn't been looking after Nyx...? But he said he would.”

 

Assumptions and theories jumbled up and crowded inside their head, each thought jostling for attention, they had to do something about the information they had just received, but what? David, they had to tell David. They had promised. No secrets, no skulking around behind his back this time. "David!"

 

He heard their shout and immediately rushed through the doorway separating the kitchen from the living room. The cloth he used to wipe the counters still gripped in his hand. Their use of his given name instead of one of their many silly nicknames for him caused a spark of worry to shoot through his Core. "What? What is it, Angel?" Concern apparent in every inch of his body language, muscles tensed – ready for anything – and eyes quickly roaming over them and the room to check for injury or danger.

 

Looking up at him, they felt a mixture of guilt – for unintentionally riling him up – and something warm and light, they weren't sure what to call it – that he would swoop in to rescue them from a bad situation without any second thought. Angel raised their hands, showing their palms to him, “it's not like that, I'm okay,” quickly assuaging his fears, picking them apart piece by piece before they can build up to a unreachable peak. “It's just... here, sit down,” patting beside them, wanting their mate to calm down a little more before they dumped all of this on him, as well as looking for a way to delay the inevitable of what they had to say. Their evening had been great, and now they were about to disturb that peace – if he knew what they were thinking he'd probably tell them they were overthinking things and to just get it over with.

 

Sighing, they relayed what the call was about, absentmindedly spinning their engagement ring as they spoke, the action soothing them, before David covered their worried hands with one of his own, squeezing gently, offering his silent support. “So, I'm torn. What do I do, Davey?” 

 

Looking into their soft, emotional eyes, he knew, “there's only one thing we can do,” they waited for him to continue, sensing he wasn't finished. “I guess we're cat parents now.” He never was and never will be a “cat person" but the honest-to-goodness smile that shone on Angel's face almost made him want to adopt every cat they saw if it would make them that happy every day they were together. Of course, he'd never admit that out loud, saving himself from any wild ideas they would no doubt come up with.

 

He moved to stand up now that the immediate crisis had been resolved – taking control of a situation was what he did best, "I'll see if Milo has any spare cat things. She'll need more stuff, obviously, but it's too late in the day now to go shopping, so I'll go out tomorrow for whatever else."

 

Angel’s eyes were wet and glistening, "you mean it?" They sniffed, swallowing back the would-be-tears.

 

"I do mean it. She's your cat, and you care about her, and I don't like it when you worry about things. I don't want you to feel sad about whatever condition he's putting her in, so we'll do this, together."

 

"Thank you, Davey," they jumped up and koala-hugged him, crushing their face into his chest as they wrapped their limbs around him.

 

David held them in his arms, and pressed a kiss to the crown of their head, his heart feeling at ease from seeing his mate back to their usual bouncy self. "Go call this Jordan back, and we can get this ball rolling," he said releasing his grip a little as they slid down, but not letting go until their feet were firmly on the ground.

 

“Okay!” Their thumbs couldn't move fast enough, almost hitting Asher's name instead of the not-so-mysterious number. “What will I say? What if it's a prank?”

 

--

 

The next day their plan was already in full swing. Milo had stopped by after the pack meeting with a box of Aggro's “hand-me-downs” while David was out picking up cat food and kitty litter. “Don't worry, they're all clean. The little guy didn't play much with them anyways, he much prefers chasing my feet than most toys, so he won't miss these.”

 

“Thanks again, Milo!” Smiling cheerfully, they took the box off the shifter's hands, almost put off-balance by the surprising weight of a bunch of cat toys, “how much stuff is even in here?!”

 

“No problem, mini-alpha, now, uh, when’s this reverse cat-thief s’posed’ta show up, huh?” His dimples becoming more prominent as he smiled, clapping and rubbing his hands together, as if to ready himself for a fight of some kind. Angel had become well used to various shifter behaviours by now, everyone in the pack had different personalities obviously, but they all had this innate need to protect each other at a moment's notice, even at the detriment of themselves.

 

Angel pulled out their phone to check the time, eyes lingering on the lockscreen picture of them and David from that time they went camping, he had begrudgingly obliged them cute couple photo, kissing their cheek and everything. Almost immediately, they changed the picture, replacing one of David's sleeping face – they'd had to be really careful about checking their phone around him with that as their lockscreen, but it had been worth it to look at the softness that only they got to see, even when they were apart. “Uhh, at least another couple hours or so.”

 

“Want me ta stick around ‘til David gets back?” 

 

“Nah, it's okay, I don't wanna waste your evening,” they hand-waved away the offer, not wanting to be a bother. Angel knew Milo, and the rest of the pack, didn't think of them as such, but at times they couldn't help but see it as some sort of obligation the pack felt they were bound by to protect them and associate with them.

 

Milo looked them dead in the eye, all previous humour abandoned in favour of a more serious tone, “you're family. Not by blood and not legally, not yet at least, but in a way that matters. You could never waste my evening.” The careful meaning behind those words touched them, soothed an ache they didn't even know they had, chasing away those bad thoughts that had resurfaced without merit.

 

“Thanks, Milo,” the pack had opened their arms to not one but two unempowered humans, and didn't dare treat them any different than the rest of the wolves. It was a fact, and may as well be written out in black and white, but something they still had trouble accepting every now and then. “But really, I'll be okay, I've got home advantage anyway,” they stated, affecting their best tough-guy pose before breaking into laughter, they never could keep a straight face.

 

“A'right, but call if y'need to, okay?” His eyes squinted as if to make his words more authoritative, as he pointed his index finger at them for emphasis, but the smirk lining his lips ruined the act.

 

“I will, now get outta here! Your mate'll be wondering why you're taking so damn long, Greer,” playfully punching him on the shoulder to get him to leave. They knew for a fact it didn't – couldn't – hurt him, but they refused to shake out their hand until they closed the door behind him. “Oww! What do they feed shifters as kids?! Damn those muscles!”

 

--

 

David had since returned from the pet store and they were both waiting impatiently for Jordan to arrive. He sat, half-listening to the newscaster drone on and on at minimum volume, but mostly watching Angel as they paced the length of the living room, peeking out through the window every time they got near, before going for another lap, until he'd had enough. “Angel, c’mere,” gesturing with his head and opening his arms, he ushered them in for a hug, knowing they needed reassurance that this was all going to be okay. “Jordan will get here, when they get here. You gave them the address and they texted back a thumbs up. Relax. There's nothing more you can do right this second, so just relax for me.” His thumbs pressing into their muscles, urging them to release the tension that wasn't doing them any favours.

 

Angel accepted his words and leaned fully into him, letting their mate take their weight, both physically and emotionally, sinking into his sturdy, reliable form, allowing their eyes to slip shut for a moment's respite until the doorbell rang. At which point, they shot up like someone had lit a match under their ass – racing to open the door – David just about stifled a snort at the complete shift in their mood.

 

He followed behind at a more reasonable pace, though it didn't matter his speed, because in Angel's haste, they had some trouble unlocking the latch. The door creaked open, “note to self, oil the hinges tomorrow.” David thoughts were like a never-ending checklist at times, once a task was completed, there often were two more to take its place.

 

“Here you go, kitty, safe and sound, just like I promised.” The stranger was holding what just looked like a rolled-up blanket, but it turned out to be a cat wrapped up burrito-style, presumably they couldn't find a cat carrier so last minute. 

 

“Oh my god, Nyx! I missed you!” Angel cuddled the fluffy black ball, her ears perked up in recognition of her previous owner. “Thank you so much, you literally don't understand how much it killed me to leave her.”

 

David stretched out a hand for Nyx to sniff – just because he wasn’t the biggest fan of cats didn't mean he was unaware of how to best approach them – and looked into her bright green eyes. Eyes that tracked him as he moved closer, calmly and without any unnecessary movement. Eyes that looked like this void-like creature knew things, like she was much wiser than most people gave her credit for – much like someone else David knew.

 

“Was it difficult to sneak out without Michael noticing?” 

 

“Well, since he sleeps like the dead, as you’re probably well aware, the sneaking out part was pretty easy. The difficulty came in the form of him wanting to drive me home, like come on man, you've been drinking, I'm not letting you drive me anywhere like that! So, he gave in, eventually, and promptly fell asleep, and... here I am!” There was something about this Jordan person that seemed familiar to David, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

 

He stood behind Angel, small smile on his face, happy to see his mate happy, even if it would mean having to share their attention and also live with a cat. As he said before, he doesn't hate cats, he just doesn't prefer them. The loyalty of a dog is more his cup of tea, but from the stories Angel had told him about Nyx's behaviour, they shouldn't have too many problems getting along.

 

Angel looked up at David with a kind of look, glancing back at Jordan, David’s core ached with how transparent he was to Angel no matter what walls he tried to put in place – they clearly wanted to invite Jordan in, to go some way in thanking them for their good deed, but they were wary of his desire to keep their home a private sanctuary. This person who he absolutely butted heads with on first meeting has become so integral in his life that they knew his thoughts even before he did, and for that, he supposed that compromised should work both ways, “d'you wanna come in for coffee, or something?”

 

“Oh no, I couldn't,” stepping back from the porch, Jordan started turning to wall away.

 

But David had been brought up better than to allow a guest to leave this soon without some form of refreshment, “you wouldn't be imposing, I mean, we are offering.”

 

“It's not that. I kinda told my roommate that if I didn't get back by midnight, that they should call the police.”

 

Angel looked at them worried and confused. “D-did you think something was gonna happen to you?”

 

“Well, my working theory was that if Michael caught me stealing the cat- sorry, Nyx, that he might call the police, so my roomie would've been left to pick me up from holding.”

 

“Uh huhh." David looked at his watch, refusing to voice the thought in his head that Michael definitely had a type, and it had nothing to do with appearance. “Well, you might wanna get home then, it's past eleven and seeing as I don't recognise you from around here, I'd say it's safe to assume you're not local?”

 

“Yeah, I'm out Borden-direction, so I'd better get a move on. Have fun with Nyx, and umm, have a good rest of your night, bye!”

 

“Wait! Would it be weird... if I asked you to text me when you get back to your place, just so I know you got there safely?” David could feel the tension wound up in his mate under his fingers despite his close presence. They truly cared for people, even someone they didn't know existed until yesterday, and still didn't really know, if they were being honest. He was constantly in awe of the person he'd chosen to life his life with, and how they found countless ways to express their warm-hearted nature.

 

“Sure. I can do that, if it'll make you feel better. Okay, bye, again.” And with that Jordan was sprinting down the driveway to their car, how they still had the energy to be so upbeat after such a long day was beyond David's imagination.

 

Excitement over, David closed the door as Angel set the new addition to their little family on the sofa. “Right Miss Nyx, what're we gonna do with you? Oh. David, look! She likes your hoodie almost as much as I do!” He turned around to see – or rather, not see – a black ball of fluff curled up on his black Shaw Security hoodie. She was almost hidden in plain sight with how dark her fur was. 

 

 “Let her stay there for the night. At the very least, she'll get used to me faster this way, recognising that my scent is something safe for her.” His logic was sound, and because he was so focused on the purring feline making itself at home on his hoodie, he didn't notice the broad grin painted on Angel's face.

 

“Aww, you really are a softie under all that gruffness, ain't'cha Davey?”

 

“Don't push it,” he grumbled. “Come on, it's been a long day for all of us, let's set up the basics for her highness, and then head to bed.”

Their grin softened to a heartfelt smile, “love you, Davey.” Hugging into his side, as he wrapped an arm around them.

 

“Love you too, Angel.” 

 

“Mraww.”

 

“And we love you too, Nyx.”

Notes

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Find five lines

Thanks @mysticstarlightduck here!

Rules: post lines from your WIP that follow the given prompts! Then change ONE prompt for the next folks!

I think a SOTL focused round will be fun!

A line describing location

From School of the Legends Year One

Jack scrutinized the castle before him. It stretched up, up, up into the sky--and as they were already in the clouds, Jack didn’t want to know how high the tallest tower was above the ground--how he wouldn’t like to be the poor bloke who was defenestrated from it. The castle was made of some sort of dark stone, giving it the unsettling feel of a haunted house. There was the cobblestone path, yes, but on either side of it, Jack realized that yes, they were still on clouds, though where the castle was, the clouds were dark and gray, and when Jack listened closely enough, he realized that there was a booming irregular pulse of thunder that shook the ground ever-so-slightly, enough to cause the stone beneath his shoes to rattle.

A line that is a lie

From School of the Legends Year One

Jack exhaled through his nose and turned back to his homework. “Aren’t you coming?” “I will, yeah.” Jill grunted.

A line about exhaustion

From School of the Legends Year One

By the time they reached the beanstalk and Beau wrapped the vines around them for the descent, Jack was exhausted. He was certain it was the afternoon by now, but he’d lost complete track of time. On the way back to the ground, Jack realized with a groan that he was still going to be expected to do his chores. All he wanted to do was go back to bed and rest. Maybe Dad would accept the stuff they got as offerings in exchange for not having to do chores.

A comforting line

From School of the Legends Year One

She placed the key back in the mini-safe, tucked it back into its corner, and finally turned to her dinner. She made herself comfortable in the oversized, cushioned chair in front of the plastic table tucked in the corner beside the window that was never opened. On the table rested a touch-screen tablet. Úrsula shuffled through the playlists she’d made over the years, finally choosing one titled “Classical Music.” Bach blared through her speakers, making her jump. She lowered the volume on the tablet to a comfortable setting, then finally began to eat her dinner.

A line about the unexpected

From School of the Legends Year One

“This is addressed to you,” he said, holding out the envelope. Tierney took it, mildly confused. He looked down and saw his name--including the royal family surname, Wayne, that was so seldom used--in a neat script. He glanced at the return address, and was surprised that it was from the United States. Oregon, specifically, which Tierney vaguely remembered was a state. It at least sounded familiar. “Tierney.” He looked up to see his parents at the top of the staircase leading toward the west wing. “Who’s the letter from?” his father asked. “Dunno,” Tierney answered. “Some American, apparently.”

Your lines: a line describing location, a line that is a lie, a line about exhaustion, a comforting line, a line about the mundane

Tagging @azz-writes @aziz-reads @foyle-writes-things @duckingwriting @vesanal

+ ANYONE ELSE

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[thesquirrelqueer]

an open letter to @assmuncher27

I am so unbelievably sorry if I’ve hurt you in any way. The actions of my followers are not in my control, and if you are a follower of mine and sent them hate, you are NOT someone I want following me. That is NOT okay at all and I do not condone harassment done in my name.

I blocked you while ago because I found you annoying for spamming the tag, I’ve blocked a lot of people for much less, it’s not personal.

There were several other people on TikTok that I saw that were being rude about Will Roland, that was why I made posts about it both on here and on TikTok because I'm lazy and I like to cross post ideas of posts. I also had no idea that you were one of the people talking about Will Roland on TikTok until you mentioned it in your post. But also that was many months ago so I barely remember what I said or who else inspired my posts.

As for the bootleg discourse, forgive me for misunderstanding your posts, that’s on me. I assumed that your constant use of tags such as “two river bootleg” meant you were claiming that the posts you made were of screenshots of a supposed bootleg that you hadn’t found in video form but HAD found screenshots proving its existence. I also may be misremembering details because I don't have very good memory.

The only reason I made that post was because I wrongfully assumed you were saying that the screenshots you posted were from a bootleg, and for that I apologize. I also made a tiktok about it as well because if I put effort into a post I'm gonna end up cross platform posting it because as I said I’m lazy. I also never mentioned you by name because I specifically did not want people going after you, a common courtesy that I see you have not extended to me. Although looking back on it, even I could’ve been more vague about you, so I apologize for that as well, it was a dick move to say this

I do not wish for this to escalate any further and I am sincerely sorry for any harm I have inadvertently caused. Even it was not my intention, harm is still harm and I take full responsibility for my actions. If it would make you more comfortable, I would fully be up for trying to find these old posts about any of these situations and removing them. If you would like to have a conversation privately with me about any of this, I have unblocked you for the time being. This is the last post I will be making publicly about this topic.

- Dani

[anti-dazai-blog]

how do you deal with hate? like from what I understand, you posted your first "controversial" post knowing that people might hate you for it, and you did so anyways. even tho it might have felt like you were the only one who believed those things at the time. where do you get the confidence? cause honestly that was such a slay.

Like, obvi we all have our own opinions and I don't agree with everything you said but the confidence you had.. grrrr i like it so much 💗💗 i love it when people are real with their opinions.

okay ty, im sorry for rambling, gonna stop here now 😭😭

I really want to play it cool and say something like “I just don’t care what people think of me,” but honestly? Yeah I was terrified of posting my first BSD-related post.

I had been enjoying the BSD fandom from afar for about a year before posting anything about it. I’ve always had this personal pet peeve when (fictional or real) bullies get a free pass to be assholes when they’re conventionally attractive, but that applies to all fandoms, not just BSD and not just Dazai. 

(Note that that’s not a moral stance, there’s nothing wrong with liking a morally grey character, and there’s nothing wrong with finding a bad (fictional or real) person to be physically attractive. This pet peeve of mine stems more from how (fictional) bullies who aren’t attractive are seen as the biggest evil unleashed upon the world, while fictional bullies who are attractive are seen as The Ideal Boyfriend)

One day I saw a post pointing out one of the things Dazai did that bothered me, and I really wanted to add to it via reblog, but I was concerned I’d derail the original post, so I screenshot it and wrote a whole follow-up rant. 

Then I saved that post in my drafts for three days.

I posted something vague like “I really want to talk about this one character from this one fandom, but the fandom is very aggressive and they’d burn me at the stake if I said anything too controversial”

I don’t think I intended to explicitly tag it with anything searchable, but I must have said something like “#yeah this is about bsd those guys are scary”— apparently that counts as tagging it #bsd by tumblr’s standards, and someone from the bsd fandom (who I’m now mutuals with) responded with something like “most of us are nice! We wanna hear what you have to say!!” 

That was enough motivation for me to get that post out of drafts, and even then I didn’t post it immediately. I scheduled it to post for a time when I wasn’t home, so that if there’d be backlash I wouldn’t have to witness it live and I could just delete the post later.

Not only was there no backlash, but hardly anyone saw the post. Iirc it got between 3-5 notes. That was what gave me the confidence to continue talking about my (admittedly controversial) fandom opinions. 

My main blog is primarily a Shakespeare/Classic Lit blog, and the online fandom for those things encourages controversial opinions (as opposed to the standard anime blog, where it seems like posting controversy is a taboo). So once I had the confidence to interact with an anime fandom in the first place, it wasn’t too hard to post my controversial opinions, because that’s the internet culture I’m more used to.

As for how I deal with the hate, you’ll be glad to know there’s only one person on this entire site who sends (bsd-related) hate. If you’ve received any hate, it’s from her. So while I have received hate messages (everything ranging from “your blog sucks” to graphic suicide bate and murder threats), knowing it’s all from the same person makes it all pretty meaningless. Everyone else on tumblr just blocks what they don’t want to see, either by blocking blogs they’d like to avoid or by blocking tags for subjects that annoy them. 

Since I tag anything that speaks of Dazai in a negative way as “#anti Dazai,” I don’t often run into people who don’t want to see negative character analysis who’ve discovered my posts accidentally.

If you want to post about something, go right ahead! The people who enjoy the content you make will follow you, and the people who don’t will block you, and everyone will curate their own tumblr experience to make this site something we can all enjoy. Admittedly if the fandom you’d like to post to is bsd, you WILL get harassed by that one person, but everyone else in this fandom has gotten harassed by her too. We mostly just ignore her at this point. 

Posting controversial opinions to fandom spaces can be scary, but if you have something you’d like to post, go for it! I personally would recommend starting a side blog for it, that way if things really do get out of hand you could delete it easily without losing your tumblr account. But the most likely outcome is that it wouldn’t gain enough traction for anyone to be overly bothered by it. Controversial things are more often ignored than hated on.

(For context, I’m referring to this blog too! I’m a tiny little blog. So please don’t interpret that as some veiled insult, I’m in this group of “tiny controversial fandom blog” too)

Anyway. Best of luck to you!! And remember, the point of posting things is to have fun! If it’s causing more stress than enjoyment, there’s no shame in taking a break or logging off for a bit. I’ve taken multiple breaks, and I only post to the Anti-Dazai Series when I enjoy what I’m posting. 

[Also. I absolutely love controversial fandom opinions, especially if they’re well written. It doesn’t matter to me whether or not I agree, so long as it’s a cool or original take on the source material. So if you wanna dm me, I’ll definitely follow you and your blog full of all your hottest takes]

[shadowthehedgehog]

what the hell is writscrib what the hell do you mean by fat fetish art drama

I wanna preface this by saying that I dont remember everything that happened exactly and that theres def some informationIm gonna get wrong and also I dont have any evidence like screenshots or anything. All of this info is stuff i vaguely remembered from 2018. so basically

anyways. writscrib was (keyword was) a website thats very similar to pillowfort in a sense that it was supposed to be a superior alternative to tumblr. so like better user experience, better moderation and support, and it also prided itself that it was gonna be harassment free and callout posts werent allowed and at the time a lot of tumblr users bitched and moaned about cancel culture so they were frothing at the mouth about this. It had an indiegogo campaign and it ended up reaching its goal

They did open beta in 2018 and I signed up cause I thought it was gonna be the next big website (it wasnt) and I wanted to steal as many good usernames as I can. The extremely awful thing I remember about opening that damn website is that at the time everyone shared the same feed/dash no matter who you followed. So like for example, you dont follow me but my posts will still show up on your feed and it was the same for everyone.

So like Im on writscrib and im scrolling and someone posted. art they made of a fat person eating a burger and its very obviously drawn in fetishistic manner. And because all the users on that website share the same feed we were all seeing it real time so all of us were making posts like "did anyone else see that fat fetish art or was i imagining it" and the person who drew it who Ill call the Artist started getting extremely defensive about it

So I make a post that was along the lines of "i just opened this website and the first thing i see is fat fetish art lol" and the Artist SAW IT and replied like "its not nice to make fun of peoples art" which like. idk buddy ur putting fetish art that a lot of people didnt wanna see on our feeds but whatever.

I dont reply but someone else does and Ill call this person the Commenter (theyre still on tumblr but i wanna preserve their anonymity) and I guess an argument broke out between them that escalated and the Commenter was being kind of an asshole about it. So the next couple things that happened are kind of fuzzy but I guess the Artist reported him and the Commenter got their account banned. The Commenter kind of complained about it on tumblr and the Creator of writscrib saw because they were going through the writscrib tag and the Creator made it so the Commenter was perma banned for breaking TOS.

This caused more drama because the Creator responded in a really petty and passive aggressive way and a lot of people were like "hey this person got banned from writscrib for talking shit about it on a different website. Thats really fucked up and oppressive moderating" So it started this huge drama and the Creator made a non apology. I should also say that I went thru the Artists blog cause I found it and they did admit that they drew fat fetish art on purpose to start drama and troll people yet no one said anything so hmmm....

A side note but I made a mutual during that time who was a mod of the website and knew the Creator and apparently the Creator was a huge asshole to them. However I have no proof of this so like. Take it with a grain of salt.

Anyways the website ended up crashing and burning and shut down after a few months. lol. lmao even

[aquadestinyswriting]

You're Not Alone

Summary: An incident involving a burnt tablecloth forces Llachlan to find somewhere to hide so he can wait out the trouble he's got himself into. A voice from the ether calls out to him in comfort.

Words: 764

Tags: @druidx @homesteadchronicles @flashfictionfridayofficial @asher-orion-writes,@warriorbookworm, @odysseywritings

Warnings: Possibly implied emotional neglect.

Notes: this one is set about 480 years post campaign and way after the other stuff I've written for the Titan Fighting Fantasy setting. I'll do a post about the current ttrpg campaign stuff at some point, this is set before that. Llachlan is around 30 years old here, so roughly equivalent to 14-15 years in human terms.

Uncontrollable. Rebellious. Wilful. Disobedient.

The black-haired beardling stumbled as he ran, tripping over his feet, blinded by tears. He'd known he was different from the rest of his family for years. They all had some connection or other to the Divine. He did not. He didn't know why. He'd been hoping for some sign or other for the last year or so. Something to tell him what the hells was wrong with him. Well, he'd gotten one.

Corrupted. Tainted. Defiled. A stain on the honour of his family and clan.

The young dwarf scurried around a corner, ignoring the shouts of the folk following him. 

"Llachlan, wait!"

"We just want to talk!"

Llachlan shook his head. No they didn't. Not when everyone in the mountain knew what he was. The beardling picked up his pace, finally hearing the voices behind him fade away as they gave up their pursuit. The lanky young man ran another few yards before finally finding a dark, damp corner and collapsing to his knees. 

Corrupted. Tainted. Disowned by the Gods.

Llachlan Bloodvein, the youngest son of the Archlector herself, hiccoughed out a sob, slamming his hands onto the cold, wet stone floor. He leant back on his heels, pulling out the small, mythril hammer he wore around his neck and glaring at it,

"Why? Why have ye Cursed me so? What have I done to deserve this?" He pleaded, trying to find any connection to the God his family so revered. 

There was no answer.

Snarling, Llachlan tore the chain away from his neck and threw the necklace into the gloom, shuffled so he was sitting with his back to the wall and pulled his knees to his chest with another angry sob.

~Poor wee lamb. Disgusted and reviled by all because of a gift they dinna understand.~ a feminine voice cooed. Llachlan's head jerked up, grey-blue eyes narrowing as he tried to find it's source,

"Who- who's there!" He demanded, revulsed by the feeling of the pull of magic around him. He felt a presence settle somewhere nearby, though he couldn't see anything that could cause it.

~A friend.~ the voice replied, ~I saw what happened and think it's a right shame that yer family reacted the way they did. Then again, they've never really liked you have they?~

Llachlan scowled in the vague direction the voice had come from,

"And how would you know?" He growled, "How long have you been following me?" The voice shifted direction, as though walking around the beardling,

~I've been watching over you for some time, Llachlan.~ it said, ~We have a lot in common.~ Llachlan turned his head this way and that, still unable to see who was talking to him,

"How come?" He asked warily. He knew that it was probably a bad sign that he was hearing voices from invisible presences, but something about whoever this was, was comforting to him. The voice sighed wearily,

~We're both too different for anyone else to truly understand.~ the voice said, ~Reviled by those that are otherwise our kin simply for having gifts they cannot hope to understand or control.~ Llachlan tensed at the words; a small part of him wanted to disagree, to tell whatever this voice belonged to that he was loved and supported. And yet…

~I've seen the way your parents look at you, Llachlan. The truth is; your parents despise you. All because you're a reminder of someone they want to erase from history. Someone they hate so much, they'd rather forget her existence than acknowledge the truth.~ Llachlan felt anger flare within him, blindly throwing the magic he'd gathered in the direction the voice had come from,

"You lie!" He snarled. He didn't want to believe the words. Didn't want to believe that his existence caused his parents such grief. And yet…

Llachlan recalled all the times his father had looked at him with fearful eyes when he had exploded with anger. The way his mother sometimes hesitated to comfort him when he'd looked to her in desperation after everything had become too much to deal with. The pity in their eyes with every failed attempt to connect to the Gods they so dearly revered. The sheer horror when he'd slammed his hands on the table, fire erupting from his palms and setting the tablecloth on fire. Llachlan hung his head, fresh tears stinging his eyes.

He felt the presence around him, wrapping itself over his shoulders, as though hugging him,

~Don't worry, pet.~ the voice cooed, ~As long as I'm here, ye'll never be alone again.~ 

[on-noon]

WIP Intros but Make it AITA Tag

thanks for the tag @talesofsorrowandofruin

tagging: @blind-the-winds @awordchemist @eccaiia and an open tag!

Countdown to Magic:

I Disobeyed My Father. AITA?

I (17F) went against what my parents had always taught me. I don't think my father disproves per se, he's not mad but he's disappointed. Long story short, I in an impulsive move, did something that would have no good outcomes. And I got the worst outcome and now have to go to a boarding school. This wouldn't have happened if I had obeyed my father. AITA?

(sorry for the vagueness. maybe my whole secret keeping is what I really should be asking, but idc)

life friends & friendship ends (2 because they're just such characters)

suicide cw

I Caused My Best Friends Death. AITA?

I (26M) caused his death. I noticed him doing some magic to save himself from assassins, and then later learned the magic. This guy, gaunt face, weird clothes, came up to me said that magic was a secret, only one person (i think he meant besides him?) could use it. He said me or my best friend would have to die. I came up with a plan to get executed– pretend I organized the assassins, but anyway when my friend found out, he arranged it so he committed suicide, but framed me (actually the best plan, if he was going to die). AITA?

I Used Magic. AITA?

(note: my friend refuses to admit he's not at fault for this, so i said we'd post it here and see. i'm typing it up due to his illiteracy)

At the testing, I [18M] went & stood in line with everyone, but then when they brought that rod close I realized they were probably using magic. I tried to run, but they forced the rod upon me, said I had magic which is a lie, I hadn't used magic before then. They grabbed me and brought me out of the line said some things I didn't understand and brought me towards a portal. I didn't try to get away until I saw the portal which was when we were close, I was looking the wrong way. I tried to get away but couldn't, and they forced me into the portal. AITA?

[edit: he made me add this "all of you saying 'magic isn't bad are wrong and i'm not going to argue this again'"]

[edit 2: he also made me add this: "stop saying I wasn't really using magic- i went through the portal"

i don't think he can be argued with]

[noirapocalypto]

First and only time I will ever speak out directly about fandom shit. Not tagging, reblogs off. Once this is posted, I'm moving on.

Since when is voicing a complaint about something concerning me-- that, let's be honest, I'm sure I'm not the only one to feel that way--attention seeking? I'm not at all asking for people to come coddle me. I was posting on my own blog, I wasn't tagging anyone, I wasn't naming names. But, venting and confiding in our own created safe spaces is a bad thing and a cause for vague posting? What's the logic there? Why was it hard to just quietly unfollow and just leave, without saying a word? I wouldn't have even known or noticed, honestly. It would not have been any problem what so ever. But I saw it, and I know it was aimed at something I said in my tags. And yeah, I'm sure me posting this is hypocritical as fuck. But Jesus Christ, I've kept 'neutral' and stayed in my lane far enough. For once, I'm standing up for myself.

It's not about 'attention seeking', it's not about 'Why am I not getting any notes??', it's not about any of that. It's never been about any of that. It's the fact that there's no sense of community anymore. Look at how things were two-three years ago and look at how things are now. We're missing a lot of names we used to see way more often. People that have withdrawn and now quietly share without interacting--how is that an enjoyable fandom experience? And yeah, I'm part of the problem too with how much I withdrew from people (withdrew...NOT vague posting about, not target, not messing with anyone)--but is that a cause for taking one of my personal posts--that wasn't even meant to be a jab towards anyone specific--and fucking vague posting about it? Goddamn, it wasn't even a direct insult to anyone either. I didn't say "People who do this suck", I said "this is a trend I personally believe does more harm than good".

Look man, we can try and deny it until we're all blue in the face. But this fandom isn't the way it was when it first started. It's not the same vibe, not the same comradery. Those of us that have been here since the beginning, we see it.

And if you don't see the difference, then congrats. You've stayed safe in your own little bubble. The same can't be said about others, unfortunately. Hide your heads in the dirt if you want, but I'm sure there are others barely hanging on as well, if it weren't for the love they have for their OC's and creations and the friends they've made.

It's really invalidating--and a huge violation of trust for that matter--to open up and express sadness or concern, then go and see someone make a public post about how it's just 'attention seeking'. It's not the first time I've seen this happen either--even worse when it's done in private and not on tumblr--yet it gets posted about. How is that okay? How is that productive at all? Fucking ignoring it and going about your day does far more good than making others feel like shit for expressing sadness that something they enjoyed is now far different.

So I dunno. I tried holding onto the hope that things can change, that people can start being friendly and understanding again. Or that, at least, people will be mature enough to just coexist and be civil to one another. But I'm think I'm ready to throw in the towel. Unfollow me if you want, block me if you want--I'm just done. I think I'm well within my right to voice frustration about the current state of a community I once loved, as well as being within my right to react to something I posted that was taken out of context.

We're adults. Grow up and leave people be.

The parts that were fun, were fun. The rest? Yikes.

And to my friends and mutuals, I'm sorry for putting this shit on your dash. Like I said, first and last time.