#i wanted to keep them until i reached the goal just in case i might be able to create more breeding pairs

[dinarosie]

hi i am actually very interested in the fact that you are "anti-marauders" because i have a strong feeling you've never actually had a conversation with a (real, not tik-tokified) marauders fan. i don't particularly "hate" snape, but i do NOT think he's a good person. i have a lot of similar nuanced feeling pertaining to peter, and i will admit that james and sirius are often childish and did bully snape. i've decided to reread half-blood prince, and rewatch the movie, so i can have a real conversation of my opinion on snape, and i will send in another ask later.

also, sectumsemprus (is that it?) is his SIGNATURE spell- for reference, voldemort's signature spell is avada kedavra, and harry's is probably expelliarmus. do you know how many times you have to use a spell for it to become your signature spell?

Hi there! Thanks for reaching out.

First, I want to clarify that I use anti-Marauders tags not because I created this blog solely to spread hate against them or to harass their fans, but because it’s a general Tumblr rule. For nearly any post criticizing a character, you’re expected to use anti tags, as fans of that character might not want to see critical posts about their favorite. This ensures fans who may not want to see criticism of their favorite characters can filter or avoid it if they choose.

Now, you mentioned that I probably haven’t talked to a “real” Marauders fan, which is why I have anti-Marauders posts. But honestly, I don’t think all fans of the Marauders share the same views, nor is it possible to talk to every fan before making a post. I see a lot of anti-Snape content daily—much of it from Marauders fans—and often get an idea for a post that I decide to share. I imagine most bloggers do this; it’s part of engaging with fandoms online. I try to offer thoughtful critiques when possible, but that does take time. Sometimes, seeing particularly harsh, illogical, or double-standard comments pushes me to post a short, sarcastic response—one that mirrors the style of some of the content I encounter.

Overall, I wouldn’t call myself “anti All of Marauder fans.” Yes, I use terms like “Marauders fans” and “anti-Marauders” tags, but my issue is only with fans who unreasonably hate Snape and mock him (even for things like his background) or who attack Snape supporters, labeling them with hurtful terms simply for supporting him. Outside of those specific cases, I have no problem with other fans.

As for your question about Sectumsempra, I understand you’re suggesting it became Snape’s “signature” spell through frequent, harmful use. I looked up the reference you mentioned, and here’s the passage from Deathly Hallows where Lupin speaks of Sectumsempra:

“He lost his hood during the chase. Sectumsempra was always a specialty of Snape’s. I wish I could say I’d paid him back in kind, but it was all I could do to keep George on the broom after he was injured, he was losing so much blood.”

It’s worth noting the term Lupin uses here: specialty, not signature. Sectumsempra first appears in Half-Blood Prince as an unknown spell by an unnamed creator. After Harry uses it on Malfoy, it’s still an unfamiliar spell until Snape admits to creating it at the end of the book. But in Deathly Hallows, right after the Battle of the Seven Potters, Sectumsempra becomes widely associated with Snape (via Lupin’s words).

While in Half-Blood Prince the goal is to keep the creator of this spell anonymous, in Deathly Hallows it’s crucial to know exactly who used Sectumsempra during the Battle of the Seven Potters. The inconsistency here seems intentional. The author isn’t referencing Sectumsempra’s notoriety here to highlight Snape’s past; rather, I believe she brings it up as an important clue about the future. This clue gains significance after we view Snape’s memories, especially after reading Dumbledore’s line to him just before the Battle of the Seven Potters:

And Severus, if you are forced to take part in the chase, be sure to act your part convincingly… I am counting upon you to remain in Lord Voldemort’s good books as long as possible, or Hogwarts will be left to the mercy of the Carrows..."

But in THE PRINCE’S TALE, we see that Snape defies Dumbledore’s advice—he steps out of his role as a Death Eater and targets another Death Eater with a spell that’s highly conspicuous, one that could jeopardize his cover. (If successful, and had it hit another Death Eater, they would have immediately recognized the spell as Snape’s own.) So why would Snape make such an irrational choice? Why take such a risk? To save the life of Remus Lupin.

This scene is one of many that show Snape’s growth and commitment to doing the right thing—not out of loyalty to Lily, not for Dumbledore, nor for any personal reward.( And that's exactly why, in the chapter where Snape's true loyalty and the real story behind him are finally revealed, this spell and its backstory are brought up.) As he admitted in his iconic line to Dumbledore, he had grown weary of watching lives be lost when he had the power to save them. Whether it’s an old bully, Lucius and Narcissa’s son, or James and Lily’s, Snape steps in without hesitation to protect a life—even if it endangers his own

Another reason I don’t believe the author’s aim here is to highlight Snape’s crimes as a Death Eater is that there are numerous scenes throughout the series discussing Snape’s actions during that time. Yet, we never see any indication or hint from the author that Snape committed serious harm or atrocities while serving as a Death Eater. In fact, in his argument with Bellatrix, it’s mentioned that Snape actively tried to avoid participating in missions. During his planning conversations with Dumbledore, we’re also told that his soul has never been tainted by murder. And in Karkaroff’s trial, there’s no crime or accusation he can use against Snape.

[deadpanwalking]

Just letting you know the gfm you were working on met it’s goal and now has a new goal set

Yes! I wanted to wait until I got home so I could write something down about why supporting (and continuing to support) families through vetted fundraisers is so important—a lot of people have written compelling and incisive posts about why, but since many of of you have followed me for a while, I wanted to share a bit about my family’s experience and give some perspective that might encourage everyone to keep up the momentum.  

185,000 Soviet Jews came to the United States between the 1970s and the 1990s.  We were a kind of immigrant that’s known as a transmigrant, because we had to immigrate to several different countries before moving to the US permanently; since nobody could go to the US directly from the Soviet Union, we had to do it through a somewhat convoluted process called the Vienna-Rome pipeline. 

My parents waited over ten years for an exit visa and were rejected several times, but were finally permitted to renounce their citizenship and leave Soviet Ukraine in the 1980s—there were three adults (my parents and grandmother) and two children (me and my older brother), all in good health.  Things were a lot more relaxed in the Soviet Union by then, but my father had spent some time in jail for dissidence, so everyone involved in the process of obtaining the visas had to be bribed, and towards the end we were living in an communal apartment with eight other people to save money—that and because my parents were worried the Soviet authorities would find a pretext to arrest my father again (this had happened to our friends).  When we got to the Odessa railway station (early in the morning, without saying goodbye to anybody, just in case), we were each allowed one suitcase, a very small sum of money, and our exit visa paperwork as identification. 

We bought as little as possible on the train ride to Austria and only ate the cured meat my grandmother brought in her bag, but after two Soviet customs checks on the train, we couldn’t afford the tickets to Vienna, which was the entry point to the West, and where the Jewish relief services center was, and had to buy tickets for a station 40 kilometers outside of the city.  When the train arrived, we stayed on board and were very quiet, and the ticket inspector either forgot us or showed us a small mercy by letting us stay. In Vienna, we lived in a migrant center (which, for us, was a hotel repurposed for migrant families) with other Soviet Jewish families while the JDC helped us put together our initial immigration applications to the United States, then made arrangements to get us to Rome so we could wait there for our various documents to get processed and approved, while applying for relief aid that would help us live from day-to-day in the meantime.

That was the most difficult part.  We lived in migrant housing just outside Rome for 11 months. The Jewish relief aid services helped us out with almost everything—housing, groceries, social services, medical expenses—but it still wasn’t enough.  When you have no steady income (and, as a sovereign citizen of nowhere at all, aren’t allowed to work), every expense is prohibitive, every setback is financially devastating. We got by because local churches gave us clothing, local students volunteered to teach us a little Italian—but when I got pneumonia (twice), when my mom needed another pair of dentures, when a translator who said he'd help streamline some paperwork took our money and disappeared, our case worker reached out to help us get sponsor families in America so they could help organize financial assistance (my dad would write to thank them in Russian because his English wasn’t very good, and their Russian friend would translate—we even got to meet one of the families when we moved here, and they’re still our close friends).

It was very fucking rough. By the time we were on the plane to America, I was pulling out my hair from stress, my grandma had developed a heart murmur, and we had almost nothing we brought from Odessa left in those suitcases. 

Now read Bisan’s story.  Or Mohammed’s. Or the stories of countless others. Tell me my family’s journey isn’t a fucking pleasure cruise compared to what they're facing.  We fled political and religious persecution—but we weren’t sick, we weren’t starving, we weren’t being bombed, shot at, tortured, exterminated.  The Jewish orgs helped us so much, but people—those American families and their friends—kept us going when we were waiting for faceless bureaucrats to approve our application to exist.  And it didn’t stop when we got here, either.  So many people kept on helping. They gave us money, time, referrals, opportunities, coached us through the process of getting naturalized.

As a matter of course, I donate to and platform fundraisers that are provided by a local mosque, and I probably won't be doing too many fundraising things like this on Tumblr because I don't (despite appearances) invest as much time and energy here as I do to my offline activism—but I want everyone to understand how important it is to support these families in addition to international relief organizations.

[novafire-is-thinking]

(Until life picks up speed again, this is null. I’ll update it later.)

How to say goodbye ‘see you around’ and mean it…

The time has come.

First thing’s first: this isn’t goodbye—just a heads up.

Due to changes I’m making in my personal life, I’m easing away from the Transformers fandom for a partial hiatus. My ambition makes me restless, and it’s about time I put some of my plans into action.

Yes, a Chinese person becoming a doctor. How original.

Maybe I’ll turn out like Ratchet. Maybe I’ll suffer long enough to become Pharma.

Only time will tell…

In any case, I don’t plan on totally disappearing from the fandom any time soon. For the foreseeable future, you’ll see me around primarily on weekends, Wednesdays, and holidays—collecting posts for the queue, answering old asks, announcing completed WIPs, and making a post every once in a while.

What to expect:

The queue will publish a few times a day, and most original posts and extra reblogs will be scheduled.

I have 300+ post ideas saved in my notes and screenshots. My goal is to slowly release these into the wild.

I’ll try to keep writing meta, but when and how will depend entirely on how much free time I have, and what little energy I have to spare.

If I ever have extra time, I might open my ask box and play an ask game or two. Maybe…

Asks, tags, and other things:

If you sent an ask in the past, I probably have it saved either in my inbox or my drafts. Yes—even the asks that are almost a year old. I have not forgotten, and I still intend to answer, even if the sender doesn’t remember.

My inbox is closed for now, but I’ve set up a fancy little Google form as a replacement: Nova’s Commlink

If at any time, you tagged me in something interesting, I saved it in my drafts. If I’ve deemed it worthy of a response, you will see it eventually.

Feel free to keep tagging me in things. I’ll give posts a ‘like’ to confirm I saw them, and if I really like a post, I’ll queue it for later or drop it in my drafts if I want to give a longer response.

If you tag me and I don’t confirm receipt within a few days, drop me a note in the Google form.

If I said I would do something else for you, I haven’t forgotten. It’s on my list, and I will get back to you about it when I’m able.

WIPs:

Fics for my Constellations of Cybertron AU are on hold. I’ll still plot and plan, but it will be a long time before I publish any of those longer stories.

I will continue working on my shorter WIPs: short fics, zine pieces, etc.

How to reach me:

Anyone (mutual or otherwise) who has my Discord should message me over there. This extends to those I’m in servers with.

Mutuals who don’t have my Discord and anyone I follow here can still DM me through Tumblr.

Everyone else can contact me using the Google form.

Don’t be afraid of bothering me. It may take me a while to respond, but I welcome it.

Last updated: 5/14/24 - section(s) updated: intro, What to expect, and WIPs

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: M6 in OHSHC

~ I know I missed my regular HCs yesterday, so have this random crossover that's been bouncing around my head since February as an extra! credit to @helshollowhalls for getting this idea off the ground ^.^ ~

-- the M6 and MC in this case are also students at Ouran High School. MC and Haruhi are friends because they are both the relatively normal ones in their friend group. --

Julian

Joined the host club before Haruhi hit it off with MC and invited them to stop by for a visit. He saw the costumes from a distance and assumed it was a theatre club

He still thinks it's a theatre club, just weirder and more flirtatious

He's into it. Attends all the events, takes expectations seriously, and gets so into his roles that he genuinely forgets himself

He likes Tamaki, he does, but it's also a little too much like looking into a mirror so he keeps his performances on the other side of the music room, closer to where MC or Haruhi are sitting ...

His all-leather look is so popular the club has multiple plague doctor themed events, giving Julian an entirely new frame of reference for what having a long list of patients can mean

Genuinely cares about every person that walks through the doors and goes above and beyond to make them smile

Has a dedicated fan club

Desperately wants to be let in on the twin's antics, but every time they include him in their pranks he ends up spoiling them because he can't keep a secret to save his life. Still gets dragged into them

Likes to dote on Honey

Has a personal goal of getting Mori to speak more than 2 sentences to him per day. His personal record is 1 1/2

Fully aware of the fact that Kyouya is the reason the club is functional and has a healthy respect for that

Asra

They ... never officially joined, actually. Everyone thinks they have but they haven't. They just like to show up for shits and gigles

And because MC is there and it's fun to watch them laugh

Does he have a lot of fans? Yes. Does he ever sit with/entertain them? No. Do they somehow believe he's still a host regardless? Yes. Kyouya can never get a non-blurry picture of him

Somehow always has a costume on theme though. Nobody knows where they got it. Renge denies giving him one

Renge also made a mad scramble to study up on gender theory after hearing him say that it was a social construct and goes out of her way to introduce herself with she/they pronouns now

Asra and the twins kept a wary distance from each other for the first week. Then they reached some kind of mysterious agreement in three minutes and have been hell on everyone since

Between the twins' total disregard for social appropriateness and Asra's magical talents, nobody is able to see where the next prank is coming from. (except Muriel. but he's special)

They looove to make Lucio and Tamaki look silly

He's got a soft spot for Mori and a surprisingly good friendship with Kyouya. He sees right through Honey's cute facade and doesn't really care to play into it

They and Honey do have a "naptime is sacred" agreement though

Keeps falling asleep in the piano. (not on. in. it terrifies Tamaki)

Nadia

She joined officially as part time assistant manager when she found out that MC was a regular customer and that Lucio was hosting unsupervised. She sees herself as responsible for both

Until she met Kyouya and realized that Lucio was perfectly under control. And that MC was just there to hang out

Stayed anyways because 1) MC, obviously, 2) Kyouya is her platonic soulmate, 3) she likes having input on the costumes, and 4) she gets to fluster girls as much as she wants to

She and Kyouya have regular sympathy sessions about their respective loud blondes. Kyouya is significantly fonder of his than Nadia is of hers

She is unexpectedly protective of Haruhi's friendship with MC and constantly facilitates more space for them to hang out

Honey is scared of her and doesn't know why. Then he saw her own martial prowess and realized he might have found someone on his level

Mori likes her because she doesn't try to change him

Tamaki desperately wants to impress her. She likes him more than she lets on, if only to let the entertainment drag out a little

She lets the twins get away with way more than anybody expects her to, mostly because Asra's usually involved and the end result is watching MC laugh until they cry

Regularly clashes with Renge over aesthetic visions

Muriel

Has never been interested in joining the club. Will never be interested in joining the club. In fact, he has gone out of his way to hide from the club

Until the hosts thought it would be fun to secretly follow MC when they took their lunch break out in the garden maze and spotted him. Once they did, it was all over

Muriel is not a host, but he has a standing invitation and regularly gets hunted down and dragged along by the twins

Asra doesn't stop them because he knows that Muriel actually gets along with Mori really well and considers him a potential friend

Muriel usually comes by when the club is closed to visitors, if only because of his effect on guests

They either get scared off by his intimidating aura or take it as a challenge. Neither of those things end well

Honey likes to climb on him when Mori isn't available

Part of the twins' agreement with Asra involves no messing with Muriel beyond dragging him in for visits. They find that boring and generally stay away

Muriel has 0 patience for Tamaki, who ends up slowly shriveling into a ghost every time his sparkles are met with a dull eyed stare

Kyouya doesn't mind Muriel being around as long as the club is closed. And because it makes Mori unusually talkative

Renge tried to critique his character once. She needed coffee after

Portia

She's not one of the hosts but she is partners in crime with Renge so she may as well be an official club member

Their novel reading skills combined makes them both ten times stronger and it's terrifying. Nadia won't stop them because she's best friends with Portia, and Kyouya's just ... done with it all

Besides, no harm in letting them run wild when Portia's presence bumps up attendance by 15% because she knows half the school

Oh, and because Portia's the one who really took care of the Lobelia girls

What, you think they just gave up and twirled away, satisfied with being nothing more than a mini-arc? That's what Haruhi and most of the hosts think, but ...

It's got nothing on the Legendary Lesbian Showdown that happened behind the school. That entire strip of greenery is saturated with triumphant girlboss cottagecore vibes

She and Tamaki have the sibling relationship he always craved because he reminds her of another tall, dramatic, moody guy

She likes the twins but they're so scared of her general competency that they just bring her occasional pastry offerings

Loves to dote on Honey, but won't hesitate to parent him either and it drives him up the wall. Mori secretly finds it hilarious

Regularly gives tea serving etiquette lessons to the hosts because it pains her to see them doing it wrong

Lucio

He overheard several of Tamaki's fangirls talking about a handsome blonde guy and mistakenly believed they were talking about him

Got so upset when they corrected him that he went to visit just to see who his apparent competition was

Saw the costumes and daily parties and felt the FOMO so hard that he waltzed right in and started trying to out-host Tamaki

Tamaki only sees Lucio's enthusiasm to be the best host ever and completely misses all the other red flags so he makes him an official member on the spot

Kyouya initially objects, until he notices the boost in visitors due to the never ending puzzle that is Lucio and Tamaki's daily interactions (locally referred to as the "Blonde-Off")

Mori stays way far away from him because he doesn't like being told what to do. Honey stays right up close because he wants a front seat for the chaos. This does occasionally cause tension

The twins have an absolute field day with him - messing up his hair, switching out his eyeliner, leaving banana peels everywhere

Asra only enables them further

The pranks on Tamaki ramp up too, because the Blonde-Off has to stay interesting and they can't give the boss too much of an advantage. That just wouldn't be right

Lucio and Renge have a love/hate relationship over his character because her criticisms are accurate and it helps and bothers him

[tatanote]

Day 15 - 31 Jan 2025

Core Report:

Hours spent: 5h 10m

Completed tasks: 12 tasks

Free Reading: The Woman in the Dunes, by Kōbō Abe

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about where I am and where I’m headed—dealing with setbacks, trying to regain my footing, and making sense of it all. I’m writing about breaking out of autopilot, finding small wins, and slowly piecing things together again. And in the end, like in my previous short posts, I will mention three good things about the day and a song.

It's been over a month since I last wrote here, and I'm finally here to do what I promised. I spent most of this time in the hospital because of my grandfather's deteriorating health, and he's still not fully recovered. I hope this cycle of unexpected appointments will wrap up within the next two weeks, depending on his condition. Originally, I had planned to post daily updates on my studies for 30 days, and I’m restarting that now. But honestly, I feel like I should put my energy into bigger goals and more meaningful updates—especially in real life. Small dopamine boosts from tiny achievements are nice, but investing time and energy in something substantial feels more rewarding. Don't you think so?

At this point, the only reason I see for continuing these updates is my commitment to that 30-day goal I set for myself. But I do enjoy the social interactions that come with them—even if it’s just seeing a little tapping heart from a friend-like blog. Working alone can feel isolating, and sharing my work here gives me some sense of connection. Maybe that’s part of why I keep doing it.

The next challenge is getting back up after setbacks. For nearly two years, I felt like I was dead—not literally, but close enough. One day, I looked around and saw how much negativity had taken over my mind. I wasn’t exercising, wasn’t taking care of myself, was withdrawing from people, and was jeopardizing my own stability. No one wants bad outcomes, but it’s so easy to slip into autopilot and let life just happen to you. So I started working on my struggles, bit by bit. My biggest recent success? Lowering my BDC grade—the scale used to measure depression. How? It involved a lot of effort, many small steps, and countless failures. I want to write a full blog post on that someday, in case it might help someone else.

The first thing I worked on was building a safe and warm space inside my mind. When I finally recognized myself in the darkness, I realized how long it had been since I truly lived. Why wasn’t I dreaming like before? Why wasn’t I playing? Why had I given up my fighting spirit? Why wasn’t I paying attention to the world’s beauty like I used to? Why wasn’t I chasing wonder? Why was I avoiding the things I loved? Why wasn’t I taking care of my health? These questions, as always, sparked something in me. Of course, they weren’t the only things that helped me get here, but they were part of the process.

I don’t know about you, but curiosity has always been my guiding light—even in my darkest moods. It reaches for me at just the right moment, like an extended hand. That was another sign. So I started experimenting—moving toward the light in spontaneous but intentional ways, and even creating my own artificial light when I needed to. Since my last update on January 5th, until now, February 2nd, I’ve seen both small and big changes within myself. I can see them in my steps, in my shadow, in the way I process sadness, and in how I interact with my patterns. But it’s still not enough. My wounds are still active, still producing something within me. And I still don’t present the kind of social image that makes me feel like I’ve truly arrived anywhere yet.

I need to find a proper job and return to academic studies. A job—because I need money. I don’t want to be homeless, constantly worrying about food and rent. And education—because, no matter what else I am, deep down, a Ravenclaw lives inside me. If I’m not learning, I wither. My heart aches for the core of who I am.

There are more reasons too.

I want to listen to more amazing pieces of music.

I want to visit unknown places.

I want to meet more fascinating people.

I want to discover better books.

I want to taste more delicious food.

I want to complete more tasks and improve my skills and knowledge.

I want to understand myself better and deeper.

I want to give something back to the world and be of some use.

I want to experience more of nature’s marvels.

I want to love and be loved in return.

I want to fall into a well-earned, satisfied sleep after days filled with passion and excitement.

I want to ... ♾️

This post ended up being brutally honest. I hope it wasn’t too much. More than that, I hope it was useful in some way. Maybe someone will read this and feel a little less alone. And yes, in the end, we fight for ourselves and for the things we care about. It's possible to reach sunrise, even after the darkest nights, by using only our bare hands.

Also—sorry for the way I use English. I still have a long way to go before my sentences flow effortlessly.

Three Good/Beautiful Things of the Day

I got a scarf from my grandmother, soft and white like a feather. It feels like a magical charm that gives me strength.

I left my books on a hospital waiting room chair while speaking to the nurse. When I returned, the patients’ companions were reading them. It made me happy to have unknowingly encouraged them to pick up a book.

It was midnight, and the streets were empty and soaked from the rain. Walking felt good, and the taste of hot chocolate made it even better.

[yandere-sins]

hihi !! just wanted to say i love your work and i think the polls are such a fun idea ! just curious - what's ur personal opinion on yans who cheat/are unfaithful? do you think that's possible? or does the yan part negate that?

Oh, we are back at the very fine lines, but thank you for reading and participating in the polls! I'm glad you enjoy them so much ^-^

I think it is a bit dependant on what everyone sees as cheating—emotional, sexual, etc. I personally don't believe in yan's cheating (which makes poly yandere quite an interesting subject to figure out ^^' And you can up the difficulty by letting the poly yan have other yan partners who are also poly and then also have a one or more darlings each. Or like when I write about the gods for example, some have multiple darlings and I use their godliness as a loophole as to why some gods can focus on a couple darlings, lol!) but I can see how they could use cheating to reach their goals and at that point, it's less about "cheating" as a hurt-factor but the way they do it.

Examples:

Yan still can't have their darling so they sleep with other people, perhaps even pretending those people are their darling -> It's not cheating per se, but they are basically cheating themselves and their devotion/obsession

Yan kidnaps darlings best friends and proceeds to cheat with them in front of darling as a punishment -> They obviously cheated, but the darling will be less hurt by the cheating as from seeing their friend suffer and having to watch that

Yan thinks that if they go out and sleep with darling's friends/family/co-worker to spite them, it will hurt Darling, but it backfires spectacularily -> Yan cheated, but Darling isn't really affected by it, are they?

Ways I do see it could be used for:

Yan has long pretended to be in love with their 'darling' and has always thought it should feel this way and it must fulfill them but then they meet the REAL darling and their world is turned upside down -> It's cheating and honestly even if the focus shifts, I could imagine that in some scenarios the yan still is unwilling to let go of the OG darling even if they never really loved them before. But now that they have their real darling they have so much love to give so why not keep the OG as well? It's a bit hard to equal out the obsession in this scenario but it's possible

If the yan is savvy and realizes the darling uses their affection and body to gain something from them, they could take someone else and cheat on the darling just to put them back in their place and make them upset about losing the yan's attention ("It's not a big deal, right?"). Of course they haven't and never will, but the yan enjoys their darling squeaming and trying to come up with a new plan. -> The yan would cheat though not out of affection for someone so it's nothing emotionally binding, they just do it to get a rise out of their darling and to maybe make them more compliant and behave better. Only works if the darling needs the yandere to "continue liking them" (if they have debt or need something only the yan can give them like idk their life energy? Like a Succubus/Incubus-Demon-Contract for example?) and isn't too aware that there's nothing they could do that would actually make the yandere turn away from them. (This works well for the poly yans too because they can just play their darlings against each other and get double the love and attention from them) Sometimes delulu is not the solulu.

Darling is the cheater (like in the poll!) and the yan is all too happy to be the sidepiece until they get too greedy and want it all (BIL in this case) -> Will probably make the yan more clingy in the longrun once they realize that darling could swap them out easily one day.

Either waaaaaay, not my favorite trope. I am sure you can make it work in some regard (even writing about failing to leave an impression on the darling is interesting to explore) but from a writing standpoint it can be a hassle and you might end up over-justifying yourself if you are not careful. Then again, if you are too careful, you might over-justify yourself too, it's tricky :')

[mistiell]

Heyyy just stumbled on your account while looking through the Spencer tag and since your requests are open, could you write a blurb or one shot about Spencer trying to get fem!reader to come to bed because she’s been up all night studying and he’s worried and just wants to take care of her? (She’s in graduate school or something like that) definitely feel free to make it fluffy or even smutty if you want

Here you go <33.

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Spencer has always admired your work ethic.

You’re dedicated to everything you set your mind to, no matter how small the task. He finds it admirable how hard you work towards what you want, how driven you are to achieve your goals. 

The problem is, sometimes, you don’t know when to stop.

The last few weeks have been one of those times. You haven’t been sleeping, it’s obvious with the dark circles under your eyes and the way you’ve slowed down. When he’s home, he can usually coax you into bed somewhere before the early morning, but he’d been away on a case for the last week and a half. When he got home, you didn’t look well, but you insisted you were fine, and he reluctantly let you off the hook after you distracted him with a few sweet kisses. 

After dinner — throughout which he had to keep you thoroughly distracted lest you run off without finishing your food — you decided to sit down and get some studying done, which was fine with him until your alarm went off — signalling that it was time to either take a break or go to bed — and you just kept on working. 

It’s nearly midnight now, and he’s thoroughly concerned as he watches you from his place in the doorway to your shared office. He’s been standing there for the past fifteen minutes and you haven’t even noticed him, staring blankly at your computer screen with tired eyes.

“Hey.” You startle rather violently at the sound of his voice, whipping around to face him so quickly he worries you might accidentally wrench your neck, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“S’okay.” Your voice is a little gravelly from disuse as you rub at your eyes, turning back to face your laptop. 

He sighs as he comes to stand behind you, sliding his arms down and around your chest as he trails a few sweet kisses from your cheek down the side of your neck. You sigh and lean back in your chair, softening like butter in the sun as you let your head fall back against his shoulder and cover the back of his hand with yours lazily.

“I know what you’re doing.” You hum, and he can just barely hear the teasing undertone in your inflection underneath the exhaustion.

“I’m not doing anything.” He smiles guiltily against your skin, and you snort at him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nuzzles at the side of your throat before leaving an open mouthed kiss there, drawing a delightful little sigh from your lungs as you reach back to lace your hand in his hair. He peppers a few more kisses over your neck, before whispering against your collarbone, “Come to bed.”

You sigh again, this one heavy with fatigue. He can almost hear the words on the tip of your tongue before you say them, “I can’t yet. I've still got so much to do.”

“It can wait.”

“No, it ca–.” “It can wait.” He repeats, reaching forwards to close the lid of your laptop after making sure your work has been saved. He spins the chair around, standing between your legs as he cradles your face between his palms. He brushes his thumbs over the discoloured skin beneath your eyes, and it hurts him a little knowing you’ve been putting your work above yourself for so long. He frowns, looking a little sombre as he says, “You look so tired, baby.”

“I am.” You murmur, eyes closing as you slump forward to rest your forehead against his stomach, hands finding the backs of his knees just because you need to be touching him right now. He cradles the base of your skull with one hand and strokes your hair lovingly with the other, letting you stay there for a few moments before whispering, “Come to bed.”

You nod and slide your hands up to wrap your arms around his lower back, squeezing him tightly before tilting your head back to look at him, chin resting on his stomach as you tease, “You’re very persuasive, you know that?”

He laughs, grinning as he pulls you away a little more and bends at the waist to press his lips to yours. The kiss is slow and sweet, and he gets so lost in you that he doesn’t mind the fact that you taste a little of stale coffee.

You nip at his bottom lip and he hums, smiling against you, “You’re trying to,” He dips back in for a moment, “Distract me again.”

“Maybe.” You grin, hands settling on his hips as you kiss him once more, “S’it working?”

“Maybe a little.” He admits before pulling away to rise to his full height, practically towering over you from your spot in your chair as he holds his hands out to you, “Come on.”

“Fine.” You sigh dramatically, rolling your eyes playfully as you take his hands and allow him to pull you up to stand.

He leads you to the bedroom, pecking you on the cheek before you make your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth. When you emerge, he’s pulled out a pair of PJ’s — A pair of your sleep shorts and one of his old t-shirts — and placed them on the end of the bed for you. You thank him, and it isn’t long before you’re snuggled up under the covers with him, slotted right up against his side with a leg thrown over his hips.

He’s about to drift off when you whisper, “Hey, Spence?”

He hums, rubbing at your arm so you know he’s really listening.

“Thank you.” 

He leans forward a little to kiss the top of your head before smiling drowsily, “‘Course, baby. S’what I’m here for.”

You squeeze his waist briefly, and in a few minutes, your breathing evens out, and he can sleep well knowing you’re finally getting the rest you deserve.

[jasongotdrip]

FREAKING YAP ALERT 🚨

hyperfixation is so weird like. finish a show (in this case, arcane) and think about it until you finish a game (mouthwashing) and you think about that until you think about a show you used to watch (hxh) and you think about that until you’re thinking about those finished shows and games at the same time and you’re just buzzing. buzzing. just brrr like an overwhelmed calculator that’s doing multiple problems at once. BECAUSE I WANNA MAKE ARCANE ART LIKE I SAID I WOULD. I WANNA MAKE MOUTHWASHING ART BUT I’VE ONLY MADE ONE VIDEO. AND NOW HXH IS COMING BACK TO ME😭😭 ALONG WITH EVERY OTHER FANDOM/INTEREST I HAVE???🙏

IM SORRY THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HYPERFIXATION BUT I NEED TO YAP.

this is a vent that’s been building up since like October👍

I HAAATE HAVING “RIZZ” IM SORRY BUT WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP LIKING ME. I DIDNT EVEN DO ANYTHING MAN. I LITERALLY JUST EXIST. IM A FILLER FRIEND WHO KEEPS EVERYONE HAPPY.

feelings are completely valid, of course. i respect everyone. it’s hard for me to develop feelings without like.. idk. I might be demiromantic or something on that spectrum. But that’s besides the point.

I make it my goal to stay on good terms with everyone. I just want to make people happy, that’s all i’m here for. if you have feelings, shoot your shot!

but please, PLEASE. You don’t confess your love to someone you’d met 3 months ago. You DONT, confess to someone you’d met 3 months ago,who you KNEW was in New Orleans, SEEING THEIR GRANDFATHER. FOR THE LAST TIME.

if any year of my life were a test, 2024 would have been it. I moved houses, schools, lost people physically and mentally, gained people, and matured. well i had to, of course.

on Tuesday October 22, 2024. 2 days after getting home from visiting my grandfather. my world went silent in the parking lot of my sister’s college. I stood there staring at the ground after being told he passed away. I can’t even remember how long I stood there. I felt my phone slip out of my hand onto the ground and I felt my sister’s arms around me but I didn’t move. The drive home with my mom was silent. Then the phone calls and texts rolled in from my family, but I was still silent. I was angry. Grateful that he wasn’t in pain but angry that he had to suffer in the first place. I didn’t tell any of my friends until the next day, at school, after breaking down in class. Some still don’t even know. My voice stayed quiet for a while after that. I saw my dad for the first time in months. I saw family and friends and I realized as much as it hurts, I’ll always be grateful to have people that care.

honestly something in me wants to believe he’s still in new orleans. not in the hospital, dancing and singing at restaurants. i tried convincing myself at the funeral too. but as i walked out that church I realized I can’t live my life the way i have been.

I stepped up and i started making friends. Me, the introverted quiet kid, talked to people. I visited my dad, and my family more than ever. I broke the mould i put myself into. I reached out to some old friends from old schools. Most of all, I started appreciating little things about myself. I used to absolutely hate my freckles and my curly hair, and while i can’t say i LOVE myself, i don’t hate myself… as much. And that’s huge for me. I can’t say my sh habits have gotten better.. but i’ll work on that. :)

i realized i changed in confidence mentally but also physically— this isn’t the best example, so i’ll be vague. when my mom and stepdad fight i always feel words bubbling up in my throat like lava. I want to tell them to stop, that my siblings shouldn’t hear it. And guess what? That’s what i did!! When things get out of hand i don’t even care I’ll literally speak up. …sometimes they’ll tell me to shut the hell up or go away. But sometimes they listen. I think they noticed how much risk I take now. Hit me I literally do not give a freak. And then i’ll clean the entire house, loudly or quietly because i clean when I’m absolutely seeing red.

for sure , music helps. when I’m buzzing angrily or i’m feeling horrible or anxious, i put on my headphones and I manipulate myself into feeling the happiness from a song. I learned how to literally make myself happy, even if it’s just a cover up lol

another thing i realized? I can’t live my life without doing something to help this curse of a disease. I want to help people and families with cancer. Any type. I’ve never felt so strongly about my future. Whether it’s full time or not, I want to work in the medical field as a nurse, oncologist or something like that. A dream hit me then, if i started some kind of organization to donate and help families travel to their patients, to visit them and remind them that they’re loved, and that they have things to live for. That’s a huge stretch and i have no idea how I’d accomplish it, but it’s worth thinking about.

because too much of my family has been lost to cancer. cancer eats away at families and no one deserves to go through it. i want to help. whether it’s helping families, patients themselves, researching, or anything.

I’m only a teenager so this career/life dream is probably gonna warp or change, but I’ll always want to help somehow.

now i uh.. don’t remember why I’m saying all this on a tumblr post. It was supposed to be about hyperfixation but now im feeling inspired? I might have gone through every emotion writing this.😭

[blindvogel]

Continuing on with the indulgent (me, I am indulging myself here) little modern AU. Now onto the action-y part of things.

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Just a piece in the game (Part 2 of 3) (Part 1 ) It is decidedly past midnight when Kamari lets herself into the museum via one of the employee entrances that would be unguarded during this timeframe. The soft leather soles of her boots make no sound as she strides through the halls toward her goal, already familiar with the path even in the dark and knowing which hallways to avoid to pass the guards on patrol. The only other security measure to speak of that she will have to figure out how to deal with efficiently is the enchantment on the glass case. She feels sorry for Emmrich - he was right to worry about its ability to keep the artifact safe. 

When she finally reaches the last hallway leading into the exhibition a light that should not be there draws her up short. Silently she swears and slows her steps to a careful prowl, inching her way closer to a position that lets her see into the room. 

Kamari almost swears out loud when she sees that it is Emmrich, surrounded by wisps of magelight, leaning over the item she is here to purloin. What in the Maker’s name is he doing here at this hour, and also - what is he doing? Unlike her he hasn’t changed, still wearing that lovely suit and the several dozen bracelets that twinkle in the summoned light. If he is a thief  - which, a shocking thought - he’s perhaps one of the worst she has seen, being that flashy or careless. 

Or just confident? That thought doesn’t sit quite right with her, it would mean she might have misjudged him completely. 

The much more important question is however how is she supposed to get past him. Kamari does not want to hurt him, under no circumstances. And if she can at all avoid being seen then that would be best. 

As she is considering her options, she pulls out her telescope short staff, extending it with a flick of her wrist, the crystal powering it hidden in the palm of her hand. She will need it in either scenario.

Unfortunately the noise of the staff extending carries, catching Emmrich’s attention. He straightens, squints against his own lights to try and see her hidden by the shadows. Really, this alone tells her that whatever he is doing is entirely out of his comfort zone. However she would be stupid to underestimate him.

Especially when several of his bracelets ignite in Veilfire, pouring down into his open palm. With quick practiced movements he is soon holding a length of rope in his hands, turned into a lasso or a whip in a heartbeat in the hands of a trained Mourn Watcher. Less devastating on a living being, but not less painful in skilled hands. Kamari is very certain he knows how to wield it.

“Who is there?” he calls out, his voice dangerously low which she would find sexy if they weren’t in the middle of a standoff. 

She shifts her weight from both feet to her left, angling her body to move quicker in a moment.

His arm shoots forward, the rope follows in its trajectory but Kamari saw it coming, jumps to the side avoiding it. However she cannot avoid being seen. The Veilfire illuminates her chest and arm as she dodges. So much for a sneaky option. 

Then a glint in the shadows to Emmrich’s right catches her attention. Someone else is there. 

A second later a small silver ball rolls out of the shadows and bounces against his foot, drawing Emmrich’s attention away from her and down. Another point for him being clueless as he just stares at what is an active flash-bang. 

Kamari acts on instinct, forcing her body to propel itself forward, pushing herself with a Fadestep, another, until she slams into him, dropping her staff to protectively wrap both arms around his head. Her momentum is enough to send them both flying, twisting so that she hits the ground with her side first before they roll to a halt. 

Despite pressing her eyes shut there are bright specks dancing in front of Kamari’s eyes from the flash-bang and her ears ring painfully, dizzying and disorienting her as she pushes Emmrich off her and attempts to scramble to her feet. 

Her first attempt sends her falling down painfully on her knee, her ribs screaming in protest as well when she twists to reach for her staff. 

There is someone by the glass case, getting to the artifact before she can - the exact thing that she tried so hard to prevent - while she is on the ground forcing down a wave of nausea. With a frustrated growl she staggers to her feet again, staying upright this time, and lunges after the retreating shadow. 

Her staff swings in a wide arc, catching the other thief in the shoulder, spinning them around to face her. Her next swing is parried with a slim dagger and Kamari grins, baring teeth. Electricity crackles around her and flows down her staff, jolting her opponent who drops the dagger. For a split second she sees a pair of wide blue eyes staring back at her, then narrow and dart behind her. Clearly they have figured out her weak spot.

“No, you don’t,” she barks. Kamari swings again, staff crackling with lightning, fighting her bruised body to do her bidding and move to cover Emmrich who she suspects to be behind her. Her swing goes wide as the figure jumps away. 

Instead nearly blinding pain erupts across her back, fire licking at every nerve ending as she collapses back down on her abused knees. A ruse. Motherf-

Taking the opportunity the thief takes off running, disappearing into the dark of the museum. 

This time Kamari doesn’t have the strength to get back on her feet to pursue, her body feels overwhelmed by too many different painful sensations. 

Instead Emmrich kneels down at her side a moment later, worry writ large across his face. He doesn’t look quite as put together as earlier but otherwise it looks like she’s got the brunt of it. Good. 

“Maker, Kamari. I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” He sounds panicked now, and yes, she probably looks like something chewed on her and spit her out. 

She shuts him up by simply putting her hand over his mouth. Not how she imagined touching his lips for the first time but at this point everything has gone tits up anyway. 

“Help me up. We need to get out of here before the guards finish their round.” She says wearily and pulls her hand away, placing it on his shoulder instead. 

Emmrich simply stares at her for a second and she can tell that he is trying to process everything that happened in the span of just a handful of minutes. 

“You are hurt. I have-” He stops himself when she squeezes his shoulder. 

“Neither you nor I are supposed to be here, am I right? If the guards find us, then I will be in pain and we will both be arrested, and I can only deal with one of those things tonight. Please, Emmrich.” 

That seems to convince him or at the very least to get him moving, as he wraps an arm around her middle and pulls her with him to their feet. Kamari winces when he touches her back or her side but the worst of the pain subsides eventually as they quietly hobble through the museum with her nudging Emmrich along on the right path. 

When the fresh night air finally hits her face, Kamari could weep in relief, but they are not out of trouble just yet. 

“We need to keep going, I have a-”

“Just a moment, Kamari,” Emmrich interrupts her firmly, which is so rare she quiets, staring at him. 

He releases his hold on her and begins to take off his suit jacket while she sways and continues to stare at him, gobsmacked. When he then drapes it across her shoulders before putting his arm around her again she finally catches on. 

“Sorry for getting blood on your jacket,” she says as they set off again and feels his fingers tighten a little on her waist. He is not looking at her, firmly staring forward as he guides her away from the museum. She wonders if he’s more mad at her or at himself.

“My apartment is not far from here, and your injuries need tending to.” 

Obviously she’s never been to his apartment before so she is curious, but she is also not in the best shape to argue either way so she doesn’t.

“You first or me?” she asks him instead while they walk. Things could not have gone worse tonight, she’d rather not lose her friendship with Emmrich too.

“Hmm? What do you mean?” he finally turns his attention to her, his brows furrowed quizzically. 

“What were you doing in the museum, Emmrich?” She means it to be a simple question, given tonight’s events but he still blushes. 

“I could ask you the same question..”, he murmurs, stalling.

She sighs but can’t help a smile either way. “Alright. I can go first then. I was there to steal the Disk of Ghislain before the DreadWolf got his hands on it, which unfortunately didn’t work out. I don’t know what he will use this artifact for but given his track record it’s not going to be good.”

Kamari does her best to deliver this information matter-of-factly. He’ll either judge her for it or he won’t, believe her or not, she sees no point in lying further.

“That- that was the DreadWolf?” Shock and worry flash across his face. At least this means he believes her.

“No, just one of his agents. We’ve been hunting the DreadWolf for a few years now, he’s almost never involved in person in any of his smaller acquisitions.” She thinks about it for a moment, going over the information she’s gathered so far in her head, and almost misses Emmrich’s jaw visibly drop. 

“Is that why you left? Is that what you have been doing in the past years? Kamari, that’s terribly dangerous!” He stops walking entirely, looking at her so seriously that it feels almost disapproving. Almost.

She pulls at him to keep going, winces when that strains the muscles in her side. 

“Apologies,” he murmurs and they continue on in silence for a little bit. She lets him digest what she just told him and doesn’t push to hear his reasons for breaking into the museum. If he even had to. For all she knows he might just have used a key.  

“I was there to put a note on top of the Disk to prove a point with the museum security, that it is insufficient.” He says it so softly that she almost misses it, and oh, what a truly ridiculous series of events tonight is.

Kamari can’t stop herself, she starts giggling, then laughing hard enough that her side hurts more and tears run down her face. What are the odds of three people being there at the same time, all technically there to prove that security at the Necropolis museum sucks, one of those being the sweetest, most inexperienced not-burglar she knows, the other an agent of the DreadWolf? Truly, what are the odds?

“I’m glad you see the humor in it.” Emmrich is visibly unsure if he should feel offended or amused but as she continues to look up at him his face finally settles on something that feels far more like fondness.

He reaches over with his free hand to gently wipe the tears off her cheeks, catching Kamari off guard. She has to turn her head to hide the blush that is burning under her skin.

[remaineds]

closed starter for @thursdaygrl continued from here !

she doesn't even have the energy to scowl at him as she normally would like, though she does find the strength to fall into his embrace and wrap her arms around his neck. "shut up," she fires back half-heartedly, unnerved by just how much of a man he is. how safe it feels to be in his strong arms, with his frame still managing to tower over her even from this position. or, at least, it feels like he's towering over her; might just be his undeniable presence. "i take it back. only humble people deserve medals." it's the easy kind of banter she's used to when it comes to him, and it feels comfortable and familiar until it isn't. until he has her heart and pulse racing with his compliment, both wanting to preen and run away from it. they don't do compliments. they don't do sincerity. makes things easier to keep it flirty. so she responds simply by making the kiss as dirty as possible, hands reaching between them to work at his belt. "more undressing, less talking." no distractions. she can't afford them. that's what she keeps reminding herself as she moves her lips down his jawline and neck, desperate to keep him distracted. to keep him focused on their mutual goal, which is to blow off some steam during their stressful seasons. why ruin that opportunity with feelings? once she's got his belt undone and his zipper down, she reaches past his boxers to grip at his cock. thumb swipes at the tip, humming against his skin. "can i cum on your dick now? you'd really deserve a medal in that case."

[jujumin-translates]

★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 17 - Family Meeting

Tsuzuru: Chikage-san didn’t run away today.

Itaru: He was rushing to get his futon ready before I was.

Chikage: That’s because you kept just mindlessly playing your game.

Masumi: It’s annoying having to drag all our futons in here every time we do this.

Citron: I will put down my sheeping rag now!

Tsuzuru: Please just say sleeping bag.

Itaru: Well, sleeping here can only mean one thing.

Sakuya: Yeah. I wanted to get to try and get to know the stage a little better again.

Tsuzuru: …I’ve been trying to be careful and not get too worked up about it, but I can’t help but keep thinking about the Fleur Award.

Itaru: I always thought that if we all just did theater the way we always do, we’d one day be recognized and win the Fleur Award, but…

Itaru: Then the rankings came along and reminded me that things aren’t that easy IRL.

Chikage: The Fleur Award system has changed, so that’s understandable, but even if they hadn’t changed, we probably would’ve run into the same wall.

Masumi: If we want to stop worrying about rushing things, doesn’t that mean we should just stop thinking about the Fleur Award?

Tsuzuru: God, I wish…

Sakuya: Yuzo-san said that this isn’t the end of the Fleur Award, so there’s no need to rush things, but if we miss out on this one, it’ll be another two years until the next one happens…

Citron: In two years… I wonder what we will all be doing then~?

Tsuzuru: Hmm… I’d have graduated from college by then…

Masumi: I’d be on my fourth year.

Sakuya: Aside from you two, the rest of us are already done with school, so there might not be that much that’s different for us.

Chikage: Conversely, could any of you have imagined being here two or three years ago?

Itaru: Hell no. I would’ve been like, “Theater, what’s that?”.

Masumi: I never thought I’d end up doing theater.

Citron: I had never imagined doing it either, because I was planning to travel all over the world~.

Tsuzuru: If someone told me I’d get to be writing scripts as an in-house writer like this, I would’ve called them delusional.

Sakuya: And I would’ve been really surprised if someone told me I’d be making a living as an actor with the people I love!

Tsuzuru: Putting it like that, it’s like we’re all living in a future we only could’ve dreamed of back then.

Sakuya: Yeah. Being able to gather a group of trusted friends and continue to perform with them in a stable theater company…

Itaru: But there’s no guarantee that we’ll still be doing this two years from now.

Chikage: Maybe that’s just because our current selves are changing in ways we can’t even imagine.

Citron: If that is the case, I absolutely want to change for the better~.

Sakuya: Two years from now, I want to be standing in the future we’re dreaming of now.

Masumi: If we keep that in mind, what should we do for the upcoming Spring Troupe performance…

Tsuzuru: Obviously, we want to have fun with it ourselves, but our desire to entertain the audience has gotta be unwavering, too.

Itaru: On top of that, we wanna improve our rank and snag ourselves a spot among the nominees.

Chikage: That’s the goal of the entire company.

Sakuya: Aside from that, I knew I wanted more people to be aware of how much fun theater can be after doing the workshop.

Sakuya: And of course, that goes for MANKAI too.

Chikage: That’s why it’s important to boost our popularity and broaden our reach. It’d be even better if we could earn some more streaming votes too.

Itaru: To some extent, if we wanna take on the role of top batter, it’ll be our job to get those results and make a breakthrough.

Masumi: But it’s because we’re too busy feeling like that that we’re sitting here accomplishing nothing.

Tsuzuru: Can’t deny that.

Sakuya: …

Masumi: …We’re right back where we started.

Citron: We are merry-ing the go-round~.

Tsuzuru: I wish we were doing whatever that is, but unfortunately, we’re just going in circles.

Sakuya: I’ve… actually been thinking about that.

Sakuya: The other day, I got a request to play a role that’s bigger than the ones I usually do.

Sakuya: But it’s a regional performance, so I’d have to leave the dorms for a while…

Sakuya: I was gonna turn it down because it’s such an important time with focusing on the Fleur Award and all, and I was worried about my ability to handle both things.

Sakuya: --Until now, that is.

Sakuya: After talking to Towa-kun and Tenma-kun, I remembered how I was back during our debut.

Sakuya: Back then, I had just opened the door to the new world of theater, and there was a lot that I didn’t understand.

Sakuya: I was surprised by everything I saw, everything I felt. I was frantic and all over the place.

Sakuya: But I think I had more courage and bravery to try new things back then than I do now.

Sakuya: I’ve come to understand lots of things. Like how to tell what’s necessary and what isn’t for theater, what’s important to me and what isn’t…

Sakuya: But I think because I’m being made to make choices, I feel like I’m not able to open new doors that I would’ve challenged myself to open back then.

Tsuzuru: I get what you mean, being completely absorbed in seizing the chances you’re given, never thinking about the consequences of your actions… I guess I used to kinda be like that.

Tsuzuru: Not like there were that many chances to begin with.

Citron: It is because you have nothing that you feel like you can do anything, correct?

Chikage: Like a first performance, huh…

Itaru: For us, it’s our debut performance, but for you, it’s Oz, right, Senpai?

Chikage: Exactly. Being able to have something to devote myself to other than work certainly felt like having a new door opened for me.

Sakuya: The place where I belong will forever be MANKAI Company. And I’ll always have my Spring Troupe family to support me no matter what.

Sakuya: It’s because I have a place to belong like this that I’m able to set out on my own and step out into new worlds, and I think that makes taking the leap worth it.

Sakuya: I feel like there are parts of me that always end up being spoiled when I’m with you guys, so I want to set out from the troupe for a bit and try to do my best in a whole new place on my own.

Sakuya: And I want to grow as an actor as much as possible and bring something back home with me.

Sakuya: I don’t want to lose to my past self when it comes to that reckless urge to take on new challenges.

Sakuya: …Do you guys think I’m aiming for the wrong thing?

Tsuzuru: --Nah, I think you’re doing great.

Tsuzuru: I think I’m gonna try and participate in that scriptwriting training camp that I was gonna give up on for the sake of the performance…

Tsuzuru: Maybe I’ll even get some kinda hint on what I’ve been struggling with on the script. And it’s not good to forget about the desire to try new things, y’know?

Masumi: …Then I’m going to try and do that internship. I want to learn more about promotion so I can be useful to the Director.

Citron: Then… I shall participate in the arts festival I have been on the fence about.

Citron: If you are hesitating about something, that means there is a part of you that wants to do it. It is important to be honest with yourself about your feelings!

Chikage: Your own feelings, huh…

Itaru: …What are you going to do, Senpai?

Chikage: Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Weren’t you approached about something important at work?

Itaru: Compared to the rest of you guys, mine’s like the furthest away from actual theater.

Sakuya: Still, if it’s something you care about and are excited about, I think you should do it, Itaru-san.

Masumi: You initially joined the troupe for something entirely unrelated.

Tsuzuru: That something being two free meals made it easier for you to spend money on games.

Itaru: I mean, you’re right, but damn…

Itaru: Actually, y’know what, I don’t like being called out like that, so I’m gonna outperform all of you out of spite.

Itaru: You should follow your heart too, Senpai.

Chikage: …Well, I suppose I’ll try and see if I can come up with a challenge of my own to take on.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Citron: And that is why we are running away from home!

Tsuzuru: Yeah, no, that’s not what this is.

Sakuya: We thought that each of us could leave the dorms and try to take on each of our challenges on our own.

Izumi: I see… It’s a little surprising to hear, but I appreciate that you made the decision after talking it over with everyone.

Izumi: Let’s do rehearsals remotely while you’re away and then really focus in on them when you all get back.

Banri: Aight, we better rearrange the rehearsal schedules with that in mind.

Izumi: We can work that out later.

Izumi: Since you guys already have your roles down way more than you usually would, rehearsals have been progressing ahead of schedule, so we should be able to bounce back from this no problem.

Sakuya: Thank you so much.

Tsuzuru: We’ll do our best.

Izumi: (Each of them taking on a new challenge, huh… Yeah, I think it’ll be a great way for them to remember how they felt during their debut performance.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Chikage: …

Hisoka: …Shouldn’t you be packing? You’re running away from home with the rest of Spring Troupe, aren’t you?

Chikage: We’re not running away from home.

Chikage: I’m basically done packing already. Well, I still don’t know whether I’m even going or not.

Hisoka: You don’t want to go?

Chikage: …There’s something I’d prefer to keep my distance from.

Chikage: No, I don’t even know what it is… I’ve been away from it for so long that I don’t even know what to feel anymore.

Hisoka: …Then shouldn’t you go and figure that out?

Hisoka: Sometimes there’s things that you can’t understand or remember unless you go and look them in the eyes directly.

Hisoka: Maybe the things you’ve always been unsure about or afraid of won’t be scary anymore. You won’t know for sure unless you face them head-on.

Chikage: …I suppose.

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[plslovemeforeverandever]

Dude you have no idea how thrilled I am to find another blog that appreciates the concept of a yandere solid snake as much as I do. Oh my God just imagine him and Liquid in a yandere rivalry over the same person-

Welcome to the tiny circle of hell @bweoo and i populate :3 (they made my pfp i love it soooo much mwah)

Not sure what took you to my blog since I'm a literal nobody, but thank you for asking! That Good Yandere Mg s content is in tragically short supply both here and on ao3, though what exists is pretty good.

(You can take my thoughts with a grain of salt since i haven't finished twin snakes yet hehe. Bweoo gave me that sweet infodump)

For Liquid and Solid, their issues comes from a conflict of perspective

As we've semi-established, Solid is an overprotective type yandere. The kind of man to lend a hand unprompted when needed- whether it be a ride home, a steady hand or a warm word.

(The kind of man who lights his cigarette under a streetlamp across the street from your appartment. Keeping an eye peeled. Just in case)

Overbearing, watchful, observant, in a way the average person could never comprehend. He's lucid enough to know his actions are strange - swiping clothes from your beloved's laundry bin is hardly normal- but he cannot for the life of him pull away, helpless to escape their orbit.

Despite these acts, Snake's desperate to preserve a sense of normalcy.

His end goal is ensuring his beloved's happiness + wellbeing no matter the cost to his mind, body, and sanity. And if those costs are paid by other people uninvolved in his balancing act...no one (especially not you) needs to know

At the end of another mission, tossing and turning alone in his quarters, Solid yearns for your warm warm hands.

Liquid however, is a whole other can of crazy. A churning sea riddled with insecurity, daddy issues, and zero impulse control wrapped up in a set of chiseled abs

Where Solid is "selfess," Liquid is greedy. Where Solid is stable, Liquid is erratic. He demands every iota of your attention while denying he wants it.

Don't be fooled by his british rage, Liquid craves validation like a flame craves oxygen. He needs the addictive high of your eyes on him. Only him.

He's your world entire, after all (as you are his).

Why would your pretty little head think it needed anyone else?

Unfortunately, Liquid does not take to anyone breaking this illusion. As shown by canon, he deems violence an appropriate problem solving skill. Just last week he jammed his thumb in agent's eye socket for "flirting" (read: asking your name)n. After that, no one breathed a word in your direction.

While he's never turned that blazing heat of hatred on you, it's only a matter of time. A stray glance here or a head tilt there and his beloved might find themselves in hot water with their big bad terrorist 'lover.'

(He's not all bad, not all the time. Not in the dead of night, his arms wrapped around your smaller frame so tight you feared fusing into a single being.)

Ok I went off too long . Anyway...

Solid and Liquid's rivalry/relationship is already tumultuous, but add a common obsession to the mix and their fight would reach a fever pitch.

Solid's careful meticulous planning all goes out the window when Liquid snatches you from the compound. He sees no problem in taking - id might as well be his middle name- and claiming the ultimate prize.

Solid panics -> rushes off to save them -> spirits them from Liquid's maniacally laughing arms -> Liquid devises a way to strike back in rage -> and so on and so forth until one of them explodes.

Not to mention a good chunk of Liquid's insecurity stems from being the "inferior" twin. Losing his partner to Solid is too crushing a blow, so he fights tooth and nail to bring s/o back. Even if he has to drag you kicking and screaming all the way to his base.

Snake wants a peaceful Alaskan retirement, while Liquid wants to set the world ablaze with his beloved by his side. Obviously these futures are not compatible.

Both have a vested interest in securing s/o to "protect" them from their twin. Both see themselves as s/o's ideal lover

As for who would win? While Liquid has boundless passion, Solid and his more lax demeanour might win s/o over.

It's up to you viewers! Stay tuned maybe for other things if you want.

I'm running out of steam

(Big boss is a whole other can of worms. To me. He is a fusion of both solid and liquids best/worst traits. The snake yandere gene is real)

Hope this helped (?) Somehow. Have a good day !!!

[anamericangirl]

These are some thoughts I've been having about "abortion abolitionists" vs the prolife movement just to warn you in case you want to scroll past.

I listen to and follow some people who call themselves “abortion abolitionists” and they insist that it’s separate from being pro-life and the pro-life movement and it’s irritating sometimes because I have never heard an abortion abolitionist accurately describe what being pro-life is when they try to explain the difference between the two.

Among some of the things I have heard them say is pro-lifers don’t want to ban abortion, we just want to regulate it. And that’s not true. I’ve heard them say we support regulations like having it done by medical professionals in clean facilities and we essentially just treat it like healthcare, albeit healthcare we don’t like, which, again, isn’t true.

The goal of the pro-life movement is to make abortion illegal and unthinkable, not merely regulate it. And it’s kind of inexcusable for them to be saying things like this since they would be hard pressed to find a pro-lifer that wants abortion to remain legal but just have some better regulations so that it will maybe happen less. We absolutely want abortion to be banned. We agree with you that abortion is homicide and should not be tolerated so please don’t mislead people.

One abolitionist I was listening to try to explain the difference between being an abolitionist and being pro-life actually said people generally might be pro life because we like babies or our church is against abortion so that’s the stance we take but they are abolitionists because abortion is homicide and they follow God directly and I’m just like. Really? That sounds like a small child is trying to describe being pro-life and is the same kind of crappy definition of pro-lifers that an ignorant pro-abort would spit out. Maybe some of you abolitionists should try talking to a pro-life person sometime because I think you’ll find we’re not actually that different.

The biggest difference I see between the two groups is how we get to the point of a complete abortion ban. As a pro-life person, although I want abortion to be banned and will not stop pushing for it until it happens, I will support any legislation or anything that makes abortion less frequent or less accessible on the road to a complete ban because that’s what we call realistic.

From what I can surmise, and maybe I’m wrong, abolitionists act like supporting anything other than a complete ban isn’t good enough. Like. My guy I am aiming for a complete ban too but maybe this regulation is a good stepping stone on the way there. Society isn’t going to change overnight and I think if you look through history you’ll see that big changes like this are gradual. Would I love for an abortion ban to happen overnight? Hell yeah but I also know that’s not going to happen and if we want an abortion ban we have to work our way up to it.

If you say you want abortion banned but you criticize people who support legislation that does anything other than a complete ban, then you’re actually not doing anything to get it banned.

I’ve even seen some abolitionists try to blame the pro-life movement for stopping bills that would supposedly “abolish” abortion and we, the pro-life movement, are keeping abortion legal. Which is nonsense.

Maybe if y’all would stop putting forth bills that try to criminalize the mother, when women are victims of the abortion industry and have been mislead by them for years and don’t fully understand what they are doing and just tried to save babies then you’d get more support for your bills. With the way our culture has been for the last 50+ years, the bills you are proposing are the goal we ultimately hope to reach, not a realistic overnight change. And trying to pretend you’re a completely different group and the only one who wants to ban abortion because you want to throw the mother in jail and think the only acceptable legislation are your bills that have no chance of being passed until we have a culture shift on this issue, is a little ridiculous.

What I’m basically writing this to say is we’re not that different. We actually both want the same thing. You abolitionists need to take some time and actually educate yourselves on what the goals of the pro-life movement are because we want the same thing even if we have some different ideas on how to get there and I think it’s not helpful at all for you guys to separate yourselves from us and create hostility where it doesn’t belong. We need to work together to get abortion banned and it’s actually really unhelpful to just make a whole other group and start spreading misinformation about pro-lifers, creating animosity.

We already have to fight against the pro-aborts and it does no good to also fight against each other. It would be so nice if we could work together and focus on saving the lives of babies, since that’s what we both want.

[alexanderlightweight]

I know I'm early for your Wednesday Writing, but I just got this prompt idea and I didn't want to forget it!

Time Travelling Alec who ends up back before Clary arrives. Alec could solve everything before it starts, but his main goal is to woo the fuck out of Magnus. Cue a confused but smitten Magnus who has this handsome Shadowhunter spoiling him for no reason?

here we go! i hope you enjoy it. saeth and i were talking and we both agreed that an alec who went back in time wouldn't be able to stop himself from going straight to magnus

<3 lumine

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Magnus thinks nothing of it when a shadowhunter enters his club, at least until the shadowhunter approaches him. It’s with derision that Magnus means to look at him and send him away, and instead Magnus is fascinated.

His shadowhunter is staring at Magnus with something close to reverence and he looks lost, like something broke him and he thinks Magnus is what will fix him.

It’s with a wave of his hand that Magnus sends away his entourage and he crooks his fingers.  His shadowhunter stumbles to him and then, he keeps coming. Magnus has a lapful of tall, runed muscles that constrict around him like a boa might before he even realizes what’s happening.

“Magnus—” is murmured like a prayer into his neck and his shadowhunter shakes against him, holding Magnus like he’s terrified he’ll be forced away.

“What do you need, angel?” Magnus teases, voice hoarse as he holds his nephilim close and wonders what new trap this is.

“Take me home Magnus?”

It’s a ridiculous request but Magnus does it. He portals them to his bed and wraps around the shadowhunter who falls asleep staring at Magnus, hands tightly holding onto him.

Magnus barely waits until he’s fallen asleep before he slips into his shadowhunter’s dreams. It’s with growing disbelief that he watches a few years play out before it’s lost, in the blink of an eye.

“Oh, is that how it is?” Magnus murmurs, because Alexander’s memories shouldn’t still exist but they’re protected, by a magic that Magnus’ recognizes as a more potent form of his own.

It’s with curiosity that he examines the gift he’s been given. While Alexander interests him, Magnus is honestly more intent on figuring out what the little trails of magic throughout his body are.

They’re not natural and they react to Magnus. It’s without actually considering that it will work, that Magus sends a spark of his own magic into the network of energy.

Immediately Alexander’s body lights up, every bit of him reaching out to Magnus.

It’s with shaking hands that Magnus bends down and presses his lips over Alexander’s heart. He thought his older self to be silly, to care for a nephilim so much but Magnus understands now the devotion under him.

Alexander wakes up slowly, reaching out carefully and gently as he waits for Magnus to accept or deny his touch.

“I gave myself a little boost from your core. No memories, Alexander.” Magnus tells him, unable to not immediately dash any possible hope Alexander might have. The years Alexander had with a version of Magnus he’ll never be are gone and Magnus won’t begrudge him them, but he won’t lie to Alexander about who he is.

“Then you harvested it safely?”

“You knew it was there?” Magnus marvels, because those were shards of hellfire stored in an angelic core and preserved despite the glacial grasp of Alexander’s grace.

“Of course.” Alexander murmurs, “we planned it out for ages, how to connect it to me instead of Edom, just in case. I’m glad you got it, it’s more important than memories could be, Magnus.”

Magnus is surprised but Alec just smiles wanly at him and shakes his head, “you can’t fight Valentine, Lilith or Asmodeus with only memories Magnus. Your safety will always be my priority.” There’s something sad there in his gaze and Magnus snaps his fingers, aching for a distraction and summoning them food.

“We’ll figure this out just fine.” Magnus promises, because even if Alexander weren’t interesting and intriguing, Magnus can feel him now, still connected to the magick Magnus now wields.

There is no way that Magnus will be able to give him up, so now there is only to keep him.

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Julie the Hagfish Morpher

So this ended up being longer than anticipated. The goal was to go through each of the characters to try to kind of work through the morphing thing I haven't fully figured out. So they might all be separate parts.

Tag list: @outpost51 @nanashi23 @winterandwords @jezifster @kk7-rbs @aether-wasteland-s @dumbthunder @manathen @the-void-writes @livums @vacantgodling (Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!) 

cw: body horror, gore

The hagfish morpher grinned. Off-white but very straight teeth flashing. Uncharacteristic for the situation at hand. She had just been caught on top of a man, slimy fist in his mouth. Some of the man's teeth scattered like confetti around her, one embedded in her hand. She lifted the offending hand from his mouth a long drooping trail of slime connecting them.

Blood, both his and hers, mixing with the slime. She held her hand, grimacing as she felt her gums accustoming the sharp new protrusions. Jaw beginning to restructure itself to accommodate. Tears pricked her eyes at the pain as she grinned with a few too many teeth now.

"Aren't you gonna defend him?"

Her speech slowed by the sharp pain in her jaw. Slime hanging off of her as she rose expectantly. Gills fluttering uselessly.

Two workers of the man that she originally had between her thighs shuddered.

"Call animal control just in case. I got this." One said, hardly believing themself.

Julie breathed harshly out of her nose, finding the sacrifice amusing. She almost regretted the prior order from the elder morphers to only end as many human lives as necessary. Her teeth itched.

The worker requested to make the call bolted out of the room. Keeping their phone to their ear. The speed sent their hat flying off. She would have 20 minutes max before the annoyances appeared.

She grumbled and quickly moved aside, dodging the worker's charge.

She breathed in deeply through her nose. Snorting up some slime in the process. She spat the result in the worker's face. Swiftly following after with a palm strike. The impact reminding her she may have done more damage to her hand earlier than anticipated.

The worker not even allowed enough time to reel in disgust. The slime mucus mixture refusing to slide off smoothly, even after their head whipped from the impact. They tucked their face into their shoulder as some sort of faux block, reaching out to grab Julie's arm.

Thoroughly shocked by the pain shooting across their face. Julie's slimy assault having slid right through the weak grip.

While they lingered in their pain induced shock Julie gripped onto her soaked through shirt, stretching the material. Allowing herself to fully morph. The distinction wasn't as shocking as some of her other morpher counterparts.

She had a pair of false fins jutting from each calf. Her nails and teeth a little sharper. She found herself grinning again with too many rows of teeth now. She barely held back a scream as her jaw slackened itself. It holding itself noticeably lower. Her eyes darting to the worker with pinpoint accuracy.

The worker could only watch in horror. Screaming as the morpher approached, her fists further stretching the material. Shirt beginning to tear.

She leaned over the worker who had collapsed in fear. She grabbed a handful of hair lifting the worker's head. Unbothered by the thrashing. The hagfish morpher sinks her teeth into the human's throat with a groan. Wishing she could feel the warmth of the blood flowing over her skin. Her slime working too well as a barrier.

She continued to feast. Pulling skin and muscle off with her teeth. Breathing hot over her kill. Gorging herself on the worker until her teeth stopped itching. Pleased when she finally stopped hearing them gurgle beneath her.

[poohsources]

HELLO EVERYONE! as the year is slowly but surely coming to its end, and i'm now home for the holidays, i thought it was finally time to make another one of these. partially to give a little update on what's been going on in my life and partially as some sort of retrospect for this past year and a look into my plans for next year.

looking back, it's been quite an eventful year — especially when compared to the weird covid years we had to deal with previously. the biggest change was probably my dropping out of college to start a dual studies program in law. i did like my college program just fine ( until i didn't anymore ) but i really feel like law is my thing. and apparently everyone else in my circle of family and friends thinks so as well because i seem a hell of a lot happier than i did before. kinda unfortunate it took me seven years since quitting high school to figure that bit out, but hey, at least i got there in the end. it's been quite time-consuming, and i feel like in those past five months, i've already learned more than i did in all my years of college, but it's fun. i also finally got some new friends my age again. it's also strange to think back that just one year ago i was still struggling financially and just generally dealing with some bad mental health stuff.

i'm actually happy now.

in terms of tumblr and roleplaying, i gotta be honest that i have been sidelining it a lot over the last months. sure, i'm still around but it's not my primary focus, and i'm learning that it's okay not to be online all the time. it's okay to take breaks and focus on other things because as much as i love this blog, the community and tumblr, there are some more important things now. still, i am and always will be eternally grateful to every single person who supports me - whether it is by liking or reblogging posts, sending asks or messages, following me or using any of my stuff. it means so freaking much to me, and i always feel so proud whenever i randomly see my own stuff pop up on my dash because mutuals use it. thank you all so very much! in a similar vein, i honestly still cannot fathom that i almost managed to double the follower count this past year. i'm probably not gonna reach the goal i've kinda been looking at until the end of the year but that's okay. i am so incredibly grateful for everyone here anyway. no matter what.

as for next year - i'm not too sure what i'm gonna do. of course. i'm gonna keep posting memes, and templates and whatever other stuff i feel like doing, but i think my activity is gonna keep on being spotty. i'm also still tempted to do commissions one day ( and we're totally gonna ignore that i've been saying this for over a year now, okay? ) but with the amount of time i don't have, i'm not sure i'm gonna be able to deliver on that. if i do finally build the courage and self-esteem to do that, it will be like an occasional thing that might take some time. however, one thing i do wanna do more of is gifs. i'm not sure what kind of gifs, but i enjoy making them and it's been way too long since i did them so i'm gonna see how i'm gonna incorporate that. or if anyone has any specific gifs they want, always feel free to shoot me an ask or a message. maybe also some aesthetic-y stuff? after all do love making pinterest boards for characters.

maybe i'll also do a blog reveal once i finally set up my multi that i've been planning to work on for months now. since i'm gonna scrap my current main blog ( which i haven't really been active on in a while now anyway ) i'm kinda thinking of coming back to writing and who knows, maybe i'm gonna reveal it here in case anyone would like to write with me.

anyway, this was a lot of rambling, and if you've made it this far, i once again wanna thank you. i know i do this a lot but i really do appreciate you all being here so much, and even after two years of having this silly little blog, it still feels unreal to me that so many people here enjoy what i do.

much love and happy holidays, pooh 🧡