#i was having THOUGHTS

[wowowwild]

You ever think about how upon finding out the truth, Apollo would just feel betrayed again by another family member who didn't want to reach out to him and how deeply this would cut Thalassa bc she literally already grieved him once and now she has to endure the fact that she might have lost him again only this time it's her own fault? (she thinks this, I am saying it loosely) You ever think about how tragic it is that she lost everything, the two people she loved most and then ended up with fucked up family politics troupe gramarye had another kid, lost everything again, and then when she finally regains her memories and eventually tells her children she could potentially lose everything for a third time? Do you ever think about how she would be so much more desperate for Apollo's forgiveness, the child she knows nothing about, the child who knows nothing about her, her firstborn, but is less likely to receive it from him than Trucy? Do you think Trucy would perceive this as her mother having a clear favorite despite knowing her well and knowing nothing about Apollo, when it's really just the desperation of seeing the dead walking? Do you think Thalassa followed what happened in Khura'in and learned the truth? Do you think about how she would have grieved the love of her life a second time when she remembered, a third time when she saw Apollo after regaining her memory, and a fourth when the trial revealed the truth? Do you think she could ever find peace as a mother who lost both of her children only to find them again as completely different people from who they were before, so much so that they might not as well be one in the same? Do you think about how much more Apollo is family to her than she ever will be to him? Do you think about how even though Trucy knows her and wants her back, she's still already moved on? You ever think about Thalassa Gramarye?

[seraphdreams]

drummer!kei sitting you on his thigh while he practices with the rest of his band. he doesn’t even realize how much it affects you when he raises his thigh to press at the bass drum. the toned muscle flexing and relaxing just beneath you, and you feel it in your core . . . it’s not your fault you start to slowly rock your hips, seconds from riding his thigh like a full on whore — as if the other members aren’t there with you . . . he doesn’t even notice until you’re whimpering into his ear, something about being “so close.” you should be embarrassed, but kei takes you by your waist and helps you get off just a little bit :( he wouldn’t want the other members hearing all the pretty sounds you make, no. that’s for him and him only.

dedicated to the one and only @shoyohnt !

[thesaltwateremu]

I’ve seen a lot of people saying that norris and chester can’t be jmart because you’re able to listen to tmagp without any knowledge of tma. Here’s why I disagree

I feel like it’s fairly common for sequels to be written with the intention that it’s still understandable from an outside perspective. With movies especially this makes sense since i at least don’t think it’s uncommon for people to watch sequels without seeing the original (I mean really, how many of us have seen every marvel movie. Or with the new hunger games movie, a lot of my friends who watched it had never seen the original triology)

From a monetary standpoint, you want to make your sequel accessible to as many people as possible. With tma, there’s 200 episodes. That can be really overwhelming for someone unsure if they want to listen to protocol. By making it possible to listen to tmagp without having listened to tma, they are way more likely to listen, and might even go back and listen to tma. Marvel is a good comparison here: there’s a lot of marvel movies. It’s overwhelming for someone to have to watch all of them to understand the plot, so marvel makes their sequels work as standalones, while it is obviously more enjoyable if you’ve watched others. Same deal with hunger games. Also the friends I mentioned before who had never watched the original movies now really want to see them, bringing more money to the franchise

Jmart being in tmagp really wouldn’t be that alienating for new listeners. The main thing that would make tmagp difficult to listen to without context from tma is worldbuilding. However, this problem is avoided due to tmagp taking place in a completely different universe. Even original tma fans don’t have much world building to go off of. This is actually a big reason why I think the fears will be different in tmagp. It took so long for that world building to occur, it’d be boring for old listeners to hear the same thing again, and confusing for new ones to go on without it. Jmart is different because they’re just two characters. Sure, we’ll have a better understanding of who they are if we’ve listened to tma, but I feel like it’s not that difficult to quickly sum up their realtionship and their past in a way that’s understandable to new listeners. Plus we would need some backstory anyways since we don’t really know how they ended up in the tmagp universe

I almost think it’d be a missed opportunity if they didn’t have jmart or some other direct connection to tma in tmagp because one big reason for making sequels is bringing more attention to the original piece of media. Having a direct connection to tma, especially if it’s explained in a way that’s brief and intriguing could make new listeners more likely to go back and listen to tma

TLDR: tmagp could have jmart because it’s pretty common for movies and other media to make their sequels understandable for new viewers, and it wouldn’t take that much effort for there to be a quick explanation of who jmart is for new listeners

This wasn’t meant to attack anyone who’s been saying this, I’m just providing a counterpoint. If you disagree, that’s completely fine, I’m not here to start beef with strangers on the internet. Feel free to leave your thoughts agreeing, disagreeing, or otherwise, just be nice about it :) (this goes for all posts of people posting their thoughts and theories btw, we have so little info to go off of, just let people speculate without shutting them down)

(also I realize this post kinda sounds like I’m saying rusty quill is only making a sequel for money and attention. This is absolutely not what I’m saying, these are just often reasons that sequels are made, in addition to loving the story, characters, fandom, etc)

[banned-for-horny]

One of the Good Ones

Mason gets in trouble.

(cw including but not limited to bratty reader, leighton being leighton, and mason getting the humiliation/corruption he deserves)

Mason should have just ignored you. You'd come in, made all kinds of rude and lewd remarks, and really, he should have known something was up when he was able to drag you to office without a fight. You're one of the best swimmers in the class, and you had a reputation as a delinquent for a reason.

A loud thwack! startles the swim coach, but it's your strangled moan in his ear that really drags him back to attention. Your entire body jolts from the blow, chest rubbing against Mason's whistle, thighs twitching and knocking his own together. Somehow, the only part of him that isn't being set ablaze by your touch is his crotch, where his cock strains painfully against his shorts. He can't tell if it's a blessing or a curse.

"Ahem."

Blessing, Mason decides quickly. "Nine."

Behind you with a leering smile stands Headmaster Leighton. "Good." He raises the paddle. "I was worried you lost count. We would've had to start all over again, and we wouldn't want that, right?"

"No, sir," Mason forces out.

You squeeze Mason's neck in a hug and sway your hips, drawling, "No, sir."

Headmaster Leighton brings the paddle down with a fierce swing. Mason's hips jolt up...at the noise. He'd been startled. Right. Just startled. "Ten."

Really, Mason doesn't understand how he got here. He'd expected you to be punished, sure, but then Headmaster Leighton had said something about being responsible for their students in the classroom, and that he should know how to control his students and not rely on the Headmaster for everything and-

Another swing. Another breathy moan. This time, Mason can see your toes curling and throws his head back, desperate for air. "Eleven."

-and now he's here.

Mason isn't stupid. He knows this town is-is sick. Fucked up. And it isn't like he's innocent, either - his little sessions in the lake are saved for rainy days on purpose. But he keeps his hands to himself for a reason, always makes direct eye contact and NEVER goes below the neckline.

But this is also his job. He'd gotten lucky getting a position at the academy, and if he got fired, he would have to resort to some...unsavory work until he finds something more stable.

Thwack!

"Twelve," Mason gasps over your moaning. His hips are twitching, either to grind into your crotch or wriggle away from it. The count is fifteen. Headmaster Leighton wanted him to prove he's capable of controlling himself by not touching you. It's not that hard.

He thinks as much until rough, weathered skin squeezes his knee. Mason's breath hitches in his throat, jaw tight as Headmaster Leighton leans over to eye the little gap between the swim coach and the delinquent.

"You're doing good, Mason," the headmaster hums, squeezing Mason's burning skin as he smiles. "I expected no less from someone like you. As for you..." He rises with a quiet grunt, then wrenches your head back by the roots. Your lips part in another breathy gasp, eyes fluttering. "This is a punishment, you know."

The corner of your lips curl dangerously. "Then maybe you should stop hitting like an old man already and actually punish me."

Headmaster Leighton's own smile drills a hole right through Mason's stomach. The paddle strikes your bare end once, twice, three times in quick succession. Even when Mason practically shouts "Fifteen!", the older man doesn't stop. You cry out at the sixteenth, bury your face into Mason's neck at the nineteenth. At twenty, your lips ghost over his skin, nails sinking into his roots and jerking his head back. A moan catches in his throat at the sight of the headmaster's flushed face.

"Still enjoying yourself?" Headmaster Leighton sneers.

For a moment, Mason prays he's talking to you, but when he realizes the headmaster is watching him, his tongue shrivels in his mouth. "N-No, sir. Never-"

It's at that perfect, horrible moment that you finally decide to sit up. Your hips drag up Mason's thighs and hike up his shorts, and the throbbing warmth of your ass finally grinds against his length and draws a deep, pained groan from his chest. His hands untangle from behind the chair, digging his fingers deep into your hips to-to push you off. Right. It also keeps the weight of your body directly on his clothed cock, burning and twitching with the desire to rut into you until he cums, and he can't have that. Mason's supposed to be one of the good ones.

"Oh?"

Sobriety crashes into Mason like he dove headfirst into the lake in the middle of winter. His eyes fly to the headmaster and his nonchalant lean against the desk behind him, paddle still in hand, eyes brimming with cruel amusement.

"Mason," he sighs, "I'm disappointed in you. You were supposed to keep your hands to yourself until I was done."

Mason's jaw drops in protest, ripping his hands away from your skin. "Y-You said to fifteen-"

The paddle cracks against the polished wood. "I said, 'let's start with fifteen'," Headmaster Leighton sneers. "Not 'only' fifteen. I know I hired you for your...physical fitness, but it's simple English, really." His sneer melts into a sadistic grin. "Or were you just that eager to join in on the punishment? What do you think?"

Whatever else Mason tries to say disappears in another groan when you lean back, pressing even harder into his erection. Despite the pained tears brimming in your eyes, you smirk. "I think," you hum, "he really wants to join in, sir."

And Mason desperately wants to say no, wants to shove you off his lap and bolt out of the headmaster's office, but he can already imagine it now: Local swim coach teacher physically assaults student, claims it was in self-defense. Headmaster Leighton would have his name slandered, credibility destroyed. Who would ever want to hire some no-named stranger that got caught red-handed by the police?

"I-" Mason chokes out, "I-I should be punished."

Your smirk only grows. Through the haze of his own panic and arousal, he swears he sees the pointed tail of a devil curling behind you. "For?"

"For..." Mason swallows when Headmaster Leighton circles behind him. "For not being able tO-" His voice hiccups when those same, calloused hands palm his shoulders. With each gentle squeeze, he finds the tension in his muscles soften against his will. "For not being able to control myself..."

You pout. That tail he swears isn't there droops. "Control myself against..."

"Against you," he finishes.

The victorious little smile you flash ignites every nerve under his skin. You sit back fully this time, practically crushing his erection and ignoring his moan to say, "See, old man? Told you he'd break."

"As if anyone could hold out against someone like you," Headmaster Leighton scoffs. He gives Mason one final shove before returning to his desk, retrieving the paddle and giving his palm a firm smack. "Now, what to do..." They could let him go, Mason wants to say, but under the haze in his mind, he already knows they won't let him. Whatever little game they have planned, he'd be stuck between them.

"Why don't we start with some strokes?" Headmaster Leighton pats the top of his desk. You smile and slip out of Mason's lap, practically throwing the swimmer into position. He barely gets his hands on the surface when you yank his shorts down, exposing his ass and-

"H-Hey!" Mason squeaks when you grab his shaft. He isn't exactly big, but when your fist closes around his cock, the head barely peeks out of your fingers.

"That's...smaller than I was hoping," you whine. A few hard tugs nearly has Mason at the brink of orgasm and yet you aren't even paying attention, pouting at the headmaster instead. "You said he was a winner!"

"I said he would be 'entertaining'," Headmaster Leighton scolds. "Seems Mason isn't the only one here flunking out of English, hm? Perhaps I should have Doren come in to provide some remedial lessons. Or should I have Sirris come in to check your ears?"

"No!" Mason manages to shout, voice trembling as you continue to stroke his shaft. You're barely moving your wrist, almost bored, and under all the arousal and embarrasment, he can't help but grit his teeth with frustration. "Can we just start already?"

"At least you're eager," you huff, finally releasing his cock. Mason risks glancing over his shoulder and finds you sidled up to Headmaster Leighton's side, tapping a jaunty little tune against the paddle with your nails. "Now hurry up, sir. I'm bored!"

Headmaster Leighton only smiles and traces the edge of the paddle up your throat, chin tilted back to meet his eye. It's sensual, intimate, and Mason feels like he's intruding on something when the headmaster leans down and whispers in your ear. Whatever he says, it draws the corners of your mouth into a wicked smile. You peck a kiss against Headmaster Leighton's cheek. In the same breath, you pluck the paddle from his hand and point it at Mason.

"Let's start with...fifteen," you taunt, voice dripping with glee. "Ready?"

Mason feels like he might faint. He's supposed to be one of the good ones. "...ready."

[ghostlyvisage]

Just some things I wanna note about Ghost that i've been thinking about:

Ghostspire is very, very lonely. Yes he has his friends, and his daughter. But he is also a Seeker, and I like to think that Seekers are highly social creatures, and have very strong familial bonds.

Because of the betrayal and hurt Ghost has been through he tends to isolate himself to try and prevent himself from being hurt. He respects his daughters space, but misses her terribly and wishes she could stay with him. But he respects her space and need to roam.

He also has a hard time with genuine trust, and is good at deflecting with things. Mainly his lack of wings (and that is something else I have been thinking about for a logical reason as to why he hasn't just snagged up another pair). True trust from him is... difficult, to both gain and for him to give.

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Ghost's mental view of medics and scientists is... not great, and this is heavily due to the extreme experimentation/sever medical malpractice he went through. Ghost was a test subject for.... near everything. From shady medical practices, to what could be used to sedate mechs faster, everything. He is, genuinely, terrified of medics and med pays, and places that look clean/sterile in a medical/science way. Even the smell can be triggering for him, though he has gotten better at it.

Now he'll frag them, but he won't go near there med bays or work. To scared to try, and not willing to risk freaking out and harming 'unarmed' mechs.

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The 'form' Ghost is more comfortable in is a little mix of both sparkeater and not. His tendrils out, claws short, legs digitigrade, and with the maw and large fangs. That's what's most comfortable for him, especially since I like to think that the tendrils... aren't meant to transform back into him. The reason wires, joints, and lines tear so much when they do come out is because they're healing over the tendrils, and they aren't supposed to.

His optics would also be more of a gold/purple rather than just gold.

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*waves hand* oki thats all just needed to ramble a little bit-

[kward-the-local-cryptid]

He remembers every word scratched into the worn journal that he stole from his brother's room.

After the funeral, his parents began to cart his brother's things out of the house in old boxes. Trying to send the grief to the local thrift store. Where it would collect dust and slowly rot away, festering with the other grief left there. But Alex was quick on his feet. It was a skill taught to him by George, by his older brother. They used to play tag in the woods just past the property line. George said that he could run faster then rabbits and at the time Alex believed him. So they ran, so they laughed, so they told stories in those old woods. Climbing tall trees and sneaking candy in the tree-house. Alex was fast then, so he plucked the old journal from his brothers desk before his parents could cart that off too. When he was a kid, Alex read the words with the fervor of a priest memorizing a sermon. These where his brothers words. This was his brother's handwriting. Alex would not let the last remnants of his brother be taken out with the garbage to be plucked and torn by the crows. So he read, and re-read, and read again until all of his brothers words echoed in his mind in every idle moment. Alex was no longer a kid, he was 15 now. The journal was tucked carefully in his jacket pocket. He was 15 now and rolled his eyes at the lines of bad poetry his brother thought so important to immortalize.

Red smeared on rough stone hands Anger seeping through Something unfeeling

What did that even mean?

There was no context or prose in any other part of the journal. It was just bad poetry. It didn't even mean anything!

Alex sighed and watched the trees pass by the window of the bus. He was returning home from boarding school for winter break. His parents would be home after him and then they would have stilted platitudes of holiday cheer or some other bullshit. It didn't matter how much useless information he crammed into his head for tests or papers. No matter what he watched or learned or consumed, his brothers words were etched into his brain forever more. Part of him wants those words to be gone.

The house and forest are quiet under a blanket of clouds when he gets there. He doesn't bother to go inside. He wanders over frozen grass to the edge of the forest. Sitting in the trees is the old tree house. Warped and discolored now but still sitting in the quiet cold. There should be smiles of memories of his brother. Stories that his parents would tell and laugh without a hint of sorrow. But Alex only sees that damned coffin.

Made of the same pale wood from the same fucking forest. Watching as that wooden box was lowered deep beneath the dirt. Feeling something wanting to rip its' way out of his chest as his brother, his Georgie, was slowly being taken away from him.

Alex could only hear his father's cold voice. "Suck in that lower lip, men don't cry." But Alex wasn't a man, he was a child watching as the only person in his life he loved was laying dead in that damned coffin. Alex could only hear his labored breathing as he tried to fight the grief that wanted to rip him limb from him as his mother refused to look at him. Alex could feel the memories and all of their haunted grief. Stealing the journal, crying his heart out any chance is parents were away, listening to them scold him when he wanted to visit the grave, feeling so empty, so full of rage and grief and sorrow and and and and and and-

And Alex came to.

He was standing below the tree-house. The wood splinters and crushed all around him. Splinters dug into bloodied snow. Bloody shaking hands brought close to his face.

Red smeared on rough stone hands Anger seeping through Something unfeeling Men don't cry. His father was right.

[yllowpages]

feeling a type of way so never forget to make your dash and your blog a safe space for you. we always want to be considerate of others, of course (i.e. tagging things accordingly, being kind and courteous in ooc interactions, generally don't be an asshole, etc.), but you always have the power to decide who is on your dash and why, what you don't want to write, and who you don't want to write. just because you didn't quite gel with someone you started to plot with doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you—or them. if there's a limited amount of people you're comfortable writing with, that is completely okay. blacklist urls and tags and whatever else that doesn't interest you or you just generally don't want to see. i feel like the rpc takes hardblocking (and even softblocking) very seriously, and i don't think that's a bad thing, but we also have to remember someone did that for their own comfort, and there's a good chance it's not personal.

this is a hobby. and if you make it more enjoyable for yourself, you'll make it more enjoyable for the people around you too. <3

[sunn-mechanic]

Chapters: 1

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: None Apply

Fandom: Lego Ninjago

Characters: Echo Zane, Dr. Julien

Relationship: Echo Zane & Dr. Julien

Word count: 100

Summary: Walls around one's heart and such

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Echo Zane has got me in a chokehold, I can't stop thinking about him, can't stop writing about him

[yeepof]

I understand that tall men are our POV characters, but surely being like a foot taller than everyone around them would have some occasional consequences

[valtsv]

stuck between "psychological horror statement" and "objectively the funniest thing you could say to your real flesh and blood dad" in the father's day card aisle

[cartoonsinthemorning]

Since you guys liked Marcille as Kermit that much, it seems fitting to thank you for my 12k milestone with MORE Kercille. And this time, Miss Falin is also here.

Thank you so much again everybody! MWAH 💗

[bumblingbabooshka]

Vulcan teen on Vulcan [tiktok] saying "I have just lost track of my father in the grocery store." The camera turns to show the viewers the grocery store in which almost every single older middle-aged man has a bowlcut and long robes. Camera turns back to show the teen's face which is expressionless and yet communicates all it needs to.

[commonzinnia]

yeah, sorry i exhibited symptoms of the disorder i told you i have. it will happen again because i have that disorder and will continue having it. hope this helps!! 🫶🫶🫶

[kiddokori]

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[depressedlochnessmess]

im sure this has been done already but uh mimiku