#i’m gonna block the politics tag again

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in other news i think i did well on my test

[a-b-riddle]

Boundaries

Just to address a few things

Scroll to the bottom to see the gist of it but if you had any questions about certain things that are okay/not okay.

Taglists: You won’t get blocked for asking lol. I know it’s a common thing, but I just don’t do it. It’s hard enough to have the motivation to post and so many of you ask to be tagged in the next part that it’s a lot for me to keep up with.

Negative comments: I like criticism when it helps. If all you’re going to say is “hey, this sucks” I’m gonna block you lol. I don’t get paid to do this. But if you are saying “hey this makes me think reader is white or black or less ambiguous” point. it. out. Please. If it is going to help me improve my writing or your experience reading it, say something. If you don’t wanna comment, message me. But being like “your characters are pieces of shit” doesn’t help and idgaf about listening to your opinion on that. But if something makes you feel out of place or I should have put a trigger warning and forgot, tell me.

Update?: I will no longer respond or engage with readers who ask for an update on the chapter and that’s it. Not what you liked or that you liked it in general. I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I won’t engage in a simple ‘when are you updating?’ in my asks. If you say “I liked _____.” “I can’t believe they ____” along side it, that’s perfectly okay.

Rudeness: you’ll be blocked. This isn’t goodreads. I’m not getting paid for this. This is a hobby. If you shit on my hobby, I will block you. If you are rude to other readers, you will be blocked.

Spamming with likes, comments, reblogs: I’ve said it once and l’ll say it again. You are not being annoying. You are not making me upset by going through my blog and reblogging whatever you want. I love that you are finding content you enjoy whether I wrote it or not. Idc if I get 99+ notifications because of you or see your name pop up on a daily. I do not mind. Quite the opposite 🫶🏻 don’t feel like you’re ever being annoying for trying to engage.

Requests: my requests are always open, but I may not always get to it. Right now I have 243 asks 💀 but you’re always welcome to send asks. Even repeatedly with different scenarios.

Political/religious views: my political and religious views are not always reflected in my writing, but I’ll go ahead and clear the air. Personally, I don’t think I could go through with an abortion or write about it, but I have literally offered to pay for abortions for my friends or hold their hand if that’s the route they chose. I am pro choice. From what I have read and my understanding of the situation, I am pro-Palestine. I am anti-military, pro-veteran. I am left leaning. I am a Catholic trying my best. I celebrate other religious holidays with my friends like Diwali and Ramadan when I can. I don’t care who you love as long as it’s not a minor.

In short, ways to get blocked:

Being rude to me

Being rude to others

Trying to argue about how a story should be written

Trying to bring your own politics onto MY blog.

Finding out you’re a minor.

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@tumblingxelian from here

As the person who started the "Give that girl a cult" tag, I kind of disagree. RWBY Beyond already made it clear Ruby has a lot of people focused on her in a Great Uniter sense. Add in how many issues she's been having and judging by the movie continues to have with playing the role needed of her. & that there's a nationalistic/fascist movement being aided by the villains & I feel like Ruby being admired not playing into it makes zero sense. The memes of Jax just screaming in frustration cos Ruby is much, much, much closer to the icon he only pretends to be are just memes and not realistic expectations for the volumes story. I should also clarify, cult was just picked cos "Fan club" doesn't have the same connotations.

mm to clarify where i’m coming from, my main point of disagreement with the "ruby gets a [celebrity] cult" angle is with Where and How it will have narrative impact (i think ruby’s celebrity will be more of a personal stumbling block for her tied into the summer rose mystery and an issue that exacerbates the nascent civil war, not smth she can take advantage of in the political conflict vs the crown) and how prominent it’ll be in terms of the amount of specific focus put on people adoring her.

but the main bone i have to pick is with specifically the "ruby is literally going to be deified / silver-eyed ascended savior / tea as communion wine" type stuff (like this other anon) where "cult" is being used explicitly to mean religious veneration. THIS variant makes me want to bite people 

but anyway, to your actual points: i get that the jax meme-ing is largely exaggerated joking around, but at the same time the main thrust of all the real speculation in this vein is that ruby’s celebrity functions to set up a personal conflict between herself and the asturias twins and strengthens her coalition’s hand against the crown because she’s admired, an inspiration to the people, etc. 

in the same way that "salem’s gonna show up a year late with starbucks to explain her ninety step plan for beating the gods" is an unserious joke that follows from things i do seriously believe, that salem’s ultimate goal is to get rid of the brothers and the heroic side will hear her side of the story as probably the last major narrative turning point… no one is joking about jax going "NOOOO!!" while he bleeds supporters to ruby’s accidental cult of personality because they don’t think her celebrity is going to play a meaningful part in defeating the crown, yeah?

i’m also using the memetic joke phrasing in the prev post mainly because i didn’t want to just repeat stuff i’d already said in the one right before, but—well, okay:

1 - the crown isn’t a vanity project. jax is arrogant, but he does also fundamentally believe that he’s doing what is best for his nation; it’s an ideological project. and the ideology is more or less, "vacuo was broken and exploited by foreign invaders long ago. outsiders and those who aren’t willing to fight to the death for vacuo make this nation weak; to become strong again, loyal vacuans must band together to get rid of these people and fight for ourselves and our way of life." when jax imagines the "old ways," he envisions himself as the kind of king who holds himself equal to all his people ("he wasn’t going to hold himself above them")—he’s tying himself in a mental knot here to hold this belief while also putting half his forces under mind control, obviously, but the cognitive dissonance here is buried very deep. 

2 - the MAINSTREAM, NORMATIVE city vacuan cultural view—expressed by many different vacuan characters, including sun—is "we lost our identity and our way of life because people were too soft and content; we let the other kingdoms come here and take what they wanted, and then they left us with nothing but sand, heat, and bitter memories. but hardship and fending for ourselves for so long has made us strong, so we don’t need anyone telling us what to do!" <- i am condensing but much of this is lifted verbatim from the speech sun makes to rally eleventh hour support against the crown. in that speech, he rhetorically equates the twins to the "other kingdoms" who, like the crown, "promised prosperity and paradise."

3 - now. i don’t believe rwby is going to play straight this idea that vacuans were to blame for the conquest of vacuo, because a) the nomadic vacuans in after the fall hold very different cultural attitudes, b) in the 9.11 animatic oscar explicitly refers to all this as a "history of colonization," and c) rwby doesn’t blame faunus for being persecuted or the people of mantle for being repressed, why would vacuo be different?—these are cultural views that i expect to be challenged in v10.

4 - notice how similar these normative/mainstream views are to the crown’s ideology! the crown is more extreme, more violent, but it’s really not that far off from stuff the good-guy vacuans say. before the 9.11 animatic, this was the whole basis for my thinking that the crown would be the arc antagonists in v10—at the end of the book, the defenders turn the tide by flipping the nationalist rhetoric around; ideological victory to the crown. dump tens of thousands of refugees from another kingdom into this situation, and what happens? popular support for the crown explodes. 

5 - BTE is a villain origin story. it’s just the prelude that sets the stage for this explosion of popular support; the main event is in v10, and i think this time the crown is going to be much stronger. in the book, it’s a fringe movement extremists and a roughly equal number of unwilling "recruits" under jax’s thrall, but almost every city vacuan character we meet expresses hostility toward "outsiders" and "traitors" and a lot—not all, but a lot—of what the crown believes is normalized to some extent; a really significant number of vacuans were just one refugee crisis away from breaking for the crown. vacuo has had two refugee crises in swift succession and there’s atlesian and mistrali warships allied with the faction that welcomed the refugees flying over vacuo now.

6 - it doesn’t matter that those foreign ships are there to defend vacuo too; vacuan nationalism is grounded in centuries of colonial occupation and the optics are really, really bad for the coalition. here is what jax is going to be screaming from the rooftops: "half or more of vacuo’s population is outsiders now, people from atlas and vale who never lifted a finger to help us but expect us to sacrifice everything to save them—give up our food and water when we scarcely have enough to sustain ourselves, give up our homes, spill our blood and defend them with their lives. they’re weak, pathetic cowards who came running to hide behind us instead of fighting for their kingdom, and they expect us to believe they’ll fight for us when the time comes? no, they’re just here to do what the other kingdoms have always done to us—they’re the real threat. are we really going to sit by and let these foreign invaders take our country from us again?"—and a lot of vacuans are gonna buy that bullshit.

7 - not least because a lot of it is… kind of true. vacuo has a very long, very real history of suffering at the hands of these other kingdoms whose people it is now being asked to make very real sacrifices for. both CFVY novels emphasize that food and water are already scarce before the kingdom doubles in size and vacuo is weathering onslaught after onslaught of grimm because of the refugees. it’s a really tough situation, and for someone like jax it is a massive political windfall because it’s so easy to twist that reality into a justification for hatred and violence.

SO,

here’s what really stands out to me about the 9.11 animatic and ruby’s celebrity in B4:

nora’s section: establishes that the vacuans are really angry, like "throwing junk at small orphaned children in a screaming rage" angry

oscar’s: the shade coalition is holding on by its fingernails against grimm drawn to the city in droves.

ren’s: the asturias twins get broken out of prison, and he reflects that salem has the advantage because it’s easier to exploit fear and anger than to overcome them. 

winter’s: popular support for the crown is booming ("atlas go home" and "long live the crown" grafitti)… and then the second refugee crisis arrives, provoking what is quite likely another days-long unrelenting assault of the city by grimm. also, when the shade coalition isn’t running itself into the ground fighting grimm, they’re distributing food and water to refugees. (=the crown’s talking point here is "see? they only care about helping THEM, not US")

qrow’s: he feels optimistic because he sees the refugees coming together, trying to support each other through this crisis and atone for past wrongs. the old divide between atlas and mantle is healing. every single character in this section is a refugee, and the "remember her message!" mural seems to be something the happy huntresses organized. 

"it was a relief for us," says nora of reaching vacuo, "but for the vacuans…"

and boba: yang takes ruby to specifically a boba shop that relocated from patch to vacuo after vale was evacuated; so this is likely a neighborhood where a lot of valean refugees settled and that means the vacuans who live here are going to mostly be the type of people who were willing to open their community and absorb that second wave of refugees, i.e. the shade coalition’s support base, people like the nomadic vacuans in ATF who would never be swayed by jax’s rhetoric at all because they weren’t already xenophobic… which BTE implies pretty strongly is a minority position within vacuo proper.

B4 is a character-driven piece focused on ruby’s personal struggle, and the beyond spots are all pretty light, pretty hopeful, and pretty opaque about the situation in vacuo for reasons of being optional side content.

the 9.11 animatic, on the other hand, was meant to be an episode of the show proper, so it does not hold back on the foreshadowing / setup at all: from nora to ren to winter there’s a pattern of escalation with vacuan support for the crown gaining ground, getting louder and bolder, and then qrow’s optimistic conclusion is focused very tightly on the refugees, with an acknowledgment that things are "bad, probably never been worse" beyond the small good he chooses to focus on… which conspicuously does not include any vacuans participating in these small acts of kindness or atonement: it’s klein and willow and the happy huntresses looking out for other refugees.

here’s what i think is going to happen with ruby’s celebrity in v10: the refugees from atlas and mantle will adore her—she’s the girl who rallied the whole world to come help them, and got them out alive when salem attacked and their general lost his mind. the refugees from vale will love her—she’s theirs, after all, born and raised in vale, and look at what she’s started. the minority of vacuans who threw open their doors to welcome the refugees will think the world of her—if atlas hadn’t fallen so quickly, these are the people who would have done whatever they could to send help, and her example is an inspiration. 

and the rest of vacuo is going to fucking hate her. she’s the girl who asked the whole world to come running to help atlas and then the very next day dumped atlas and its problems into vacuo’s lap. is it fair to pin the blame for everything on ruby? fuck no, but she’s the face of this crisis for better and worse.

she’s not a threat to jax; he literally could not ASK for a more perfect scapegoat. she’s the girl from beacon who abandoned her school instead of fighting to save it. (<- explicitly how the crown and basically the entire shade student body views the beacon survivors.) she’s the girl who begged the world to come help atlas and then not even a full day later ran away AGAIN, dumping atlas on vacuo. she’s the reason the sky is crawling with atlesian and mistrali warships. she’s the reason grimm attacked the city every few days for months on end. the satellite she used to send her message is a fuckoff huge battleship looming over vacuo now. she keeps asking vacuans to set aside their differences and work together with the tens of thousands of refugees burdening the kingdom, and all of those refugees think she’s the best thing since sliced bread…

i think ruby will be a polarizing figure—possibly divisive enough that her return might be the final straw that rips the kingdom in half. ’cause like. the people with the most reason to admire her are also the ones the villainous nationalist group despises and wants to get rid of, and the 9.11 animatic flags hard that the crown’s support among vacuans has skyrocketed since the refugee crisis began. they’re not a fringe group anymore.

so on the one hand, the pressure put on ruby is going to be orders of magnitude more intense than ever before because she’s a celebrity beloved by the coalition’s supporters, most of whom are refugees, and between that and finding out vale is just gone now right after getting back, to judge by her characterization in rwby x jl2, ruby is NOT going to be coping well in the wake of her resolution to be all summer was and more. 

and on the other hand, to the crown’s supporters, who could very well now be the majority of vacuans living in the city proper, she’s the perfect scapegoat and they’re going to utterly despise her, inflaming the existing divide and maybe splitting what fence-sitters still remain at this point one way or another. ruby is both the girl who united the world and the girl who tore vacuo apart—rwby does love its contradictions!—which is a) not going to help her mental health situation at all, and b) a problem she and the rest of the shade coalition can only solve by winning the ideological argument. 

to put vacuo back together again they need to beat the idea that "outsiders" make vacuo weak and therefore to be strong vacuo has to drive out everyone deemed un-vacuan. more to the point, they’ll need to overcome the feeling that vacuo is suffering because the rest of the world came together for the refugees. which… is difficult and unfair, because the crown are the ones refusing to play ball and making everything harder than it needs to be, and because if the crown goes into open revolt then the coalition is going to have to fight back and that will make it even harder to make a convincing case that the coalition really does want to be fighting for vacuo, for all vacuans, not against them. it SEEMS impossible. but saving everyone in atlas and mantle seemed impossible, too. 

also, waves vaguely, i expect the vacuo arc will mirror atlas in various ways and this is one of them: the ascendant political movement are bad guys this time, reactionary nationalists, and the heroes are going to defeat them the hard way, no cheating, which will incite the healing of vacuo.

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Blog Boundaries

I am ok with:

- People drawing my AUs and characters as long as you either @ me or mention that it belongs to me. (Hell, I’ll even reblog and help support ur drawings)

- Asks about my AUs and characters in general are ok. From questions about how an AU works/aspects, questions directed to my characters, or even if you wanna give something to the characters

- I don’t mind if you draw your OCs in my AUs or with characters. Just don’t expect me to make it canon or draw it into canon.

- If there was an ask that didn’t fully explain something or you wanted to clear something up then by all means go to the comments I don’t mind. Or put in another ask. That’s another way to do it. DM’s are fine too.

- I don’t mind people putting in drawing requests or ideas in asks. Tho there’s a chance I won’t do it if I’m not too motivated by the request.

Things I am NOT ok with:

- Asking me or pressuring me to draw your AUs, characters, or OCs. Even for asks. Any kinds of other OCs or AUs I draw would only be for my close friends.

- Spamming me with the same asks. If you sent in an ask and I didn’t response don’t send in the same ask again. (That includes reiterating the same ask) I can see all interactions with my blog and posts. I see your asks, replies, comments, reblogs, and likes. If I do not respond to your ask it is for a good reason. Sometimes I’m trying to answer other asks, I’m drawing up a response (that takes time), I’m holding on to it for a later date, I’m lacking motivation on answering or I just don’t want to. Pressuring me to answer your ask Doesn’t. Help. Just because you put in an ask doesn’t mean you’re entitled to an answer.

- Being aggressive or pushy with asks. I’m ok with playful aggression targeted towards characters (say for example someone expressing they hate Dice from Royalty) that’s ok. But there’s a line. And some have started to toe that line. Please tone it down a bit.

- Please don’t include me in any kinds of drama. Both internet and off. This includes political topics, wars, events, gossip, etc. I seriously don’t want anything to do with it. The purpose of this blog is to share my AUs and ideas and support other artists. Not for drama. If you’re gonna tag me it should be about art, AUs, and fandom related. I’m not gonna waste my energy, time, or stress on other stuff like that.

- And ig in terms of topics I want to avoid things like: NSFW, incest, p*dophilia, r*pe, proshipping, permanent disfiguration (like chopping off limbs stuff outside of I guess whatever I have built into the lore of my AUs), outright physical torture or major character death. (The usual things)

Warning: if you cross one of these boundaries I will give you some (2-3) warnings. If you continue to cross boundaries I will block you.

I’m sorry to be harsh about this but I really have to put my foot down on this. I can’t tolerate people who won’t respect my boundaries.

This post might be subject to change and updated as time goes and as I interact more with viewers/readers. If you are wondering if something you’re doing might be crossing a boundary, you can use this post as a reference. I’ll pin it to my blog so anyone can find it.

If you are still not sure or want clarification, or you have a specific circumstance in mind, you can jump down to the comments section of this post, send me an ask, or even go to my DMs (if you want to ask privately). I will more than likely see your question and I’ll try my best to answer as soon as possible. It might take a bit depending on if I’m busy IRL. So please be patient.

Anyway, thank you guys for taking the time to read this and respecting my boundaries. Your support with my blog and art so far is greatly appreciated im excited to continue to interact with y’all going forward!

List of my AUs!!!

This link will take you to the AU guide I had pinned previously!

I will update it as I go with talking about my AUs!

Thanks again,

Midnight/Sanity

Last updated: 06/24/24

[shrekgogurt]

Well folks. I’m on my substitute teaching grind again this week! Scheduled each day up in hopes of getting some good writing done. I did on Monday! And then proceeded to finally start reading @ninemagicks Game/Set/Match yesterday and did that every bell so uhhhhhh. Today………..well ummmmm…..yeah today I worked on chapter graphics because I’m in big procrastination mode. I want to keep riding this wave of engagement (that sounds corporate gross) but I’m also very much in my head about delivering. I should probably channel this energy into writing the chapter since such pressure is Baz’s literal arc but uhhhhhhhh why do that when I could Simon avoid. I love being mentally well!

One might say I need to find my own bravado. (more under the cut)

lol the chapter title for 13 is bravado by lorde

ok anyway

“Work In Progress Wednesday” right? That means I can talk about the progress of every part of the process? Huh? Yeah? Are you gonna stop me? TRY! TRY TO STOP ME!

Aggression aside, let’s get into it.

As previously stated on Sunday, we find ourselves at intermission. But that’s just the theatrical way of slicing up the story. The fun thing about 24 chapters (I got rid of my originally planned intermission chapter because I didn’t want to write it anymore) is that math really loves the number 24. It’s scrumptious. Yummily divisible. Ergo, IKABIKAM also has/is/will be deliciously divided. Afterall, I do keep saying I’m cooking on it.

Now, to put @alexalexinii on blast (sorry for perceiving you), they wrote in the tags of a Chapter 12 reblog: #made me realise that this fic had proper arcs? And I grinned. I cackled. I rubbed my grubby little hands together at the top of my tower as I’ve been doing this whole time because oh ARCS???????? YOU WANT ARCS???????????? I’VE GOT ARCS LYING IN WAIT LIKE YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE. (I love overselling myself.)

Allow me to let you in on some of the building blocks thus far.

Chapters 1, 2, 3: a complicated reunion which is shaky but ultimately sets up

Chapters 4, 5, 6: developing the friendship which is a crucial foundation for

Chapters 7, 8, 9: the gay (Baz’s increasingly more external “hi i’m gay”, Simon’s internal “oh wait me too”) which then explodes into

Chapters 10, 11, 12: all that political parent stuff that’s been hinted at in passing which is BIG relevant and incredibly intertwined in this tangled up mess that leads into the work of….

You get it. They’re mini trilogies. Don’t ask me about dividing the chapters into groups of four because I didn’t have that in mind while writing. I like threes better. Always have. Absolute banger of a prime number.

If you for some reason want to read more about the structure, I write a little more about it in this wipsday from when I was procrastinating 9.

Now, @cutestkilla keeps telling me I’m at the downward slope now but honestly delivering on what I’ve set up scares the shit out of me WAY more than the grunt work. I’m uhhhhh yeah. This is why I’m chronically unable to finish projects but by GOD I will finish this one. I swear by it.

So here are three sentences. You get to guess from who and when.

Loving him comes as naturally as breathing. It’s intuitive when I’m not thinking. Or rather, when I’m not panicking.

If you want to follow along with all the songs I’m hyperfixating on as inspiration I’ve been sharing them over on the “shrogurt” instagram. There’s nothing I love more than talking way too much about this damn fic. Thanks for reading!

And thank you for the tags today: @nausikaaa @facewithoutheart @hushed-chorus @artsyunderstudy @prettygoododds @emeryhall

Now tagging: @brilla-brilla-estrellita @captain-aralias @dani-vc @ebbpettier @excalisbury @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hagnoart @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @imagineacoolusername @ivelovedhimthroughworse @j-nipper-95 @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @messofthejess @moodandmist @mooncello @nightimedreamersworld @onepintobean @palimpsessed @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @valeffelees @whogaveyoupermission @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

[candycharmss]

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷‧₊˚💕 ‧₊˚ I HAD THIS FEELING, AS I WAS FALLING ~ . . .

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷‧₊˚💕 ‧₊˚ THE SOUND 'CROSS THE BAY, WAS THE SOUND OF YOU CALLING ~ . . .

INFO UNDER THE CUT ~ !

Hey hi! My name is Dew!! I’m just a silly guy that’s just here to talk about my silly little f/os!! You know how it is!!! I know my account is empty (mainly bc i am so nervous to be entering this place again ahA...) but I promise you I’m gonna be pretty much active here, just like i was on my main! I figured maybe a side blog would be nicer, plus I can yap way more ehehe. 💕

Oh yea my main is @candycoffinss HE/she pronouns! ʚ♡ɞ Genderfluid ʚ♡ɞ Gay ʚ♡ɞ Adult

I will warn you though, this blog is VERY horror/gore themed, I love spooky stuff! So be cautious pls <3

Please no doubles D: … nothing personal I promise!!! It just kinda makes me feel not so great :( this might change we’ll see :L…

... Since I am an adult, so there might be the occasional suggestive post but I will be tagging it as #suggestive and #suggestive cw so I’d like to politely ask for minors to block it! Or anyone who’s uncomfortable, really. But I promise there won’t be a bunch! Maybe just funny memes. :P!

I have a bunch of f/os… like, a lot.. But my main focuses are these fellas!!

💫 Arthur D4venp0rt from 4rt 0f M0re! I like to say I'm his #1 bf because I'm sure almost nobody else has rlly heard of this show ehehe <33 I just started watching it and I decided he'd be a f/o of mine!!!! He's a cutie <33. The ship name is Chocolate Coins! He has a lot of money so i thought it'd make sense. :3 Aannnddd for tags... |♡|🎨 ~ YOUR SONG ! 🎨 ✎ . . . My sweetheart <3 💫 Sc0tt T1bbs from the S4w franchise! Admittedly I haven’t seen a bunch of love for him but I figured that I could provide that <3 besides, he’s such a cool guy :3 the ship name for him and my s/i or oc is Rockcandy and his tags are |♡|🎸 ~ KILLSHOT ! 🎸 ✎ . . . My rockstar <3 💫 St4nford P1nes from Gr4vity F4lls! Chat… Chat he is so kind… I’ve liked him for FOREVER and now I can be open about it!!! Yay!! The ship name is Dewford or Smarties! Can you tell I like candy themes? His tags are |♡|✋ ~ HE BLINDED ME WITH SCIENCE ! ✋ ✎ . . . My nerd <3

Sooo yeah! There’s some other ones, but they’re all on my carrd! Yippee!!!

What else do I put… um…

OH! Tags.. Tags!! Let's see here... AHA!

⚰️ ✎ . . . Dew's Coffin - Me talking! Just simply thinking of stuff :3

🦴 ✎ . . . Dew's Bones - Art tag!! Yay!!

�� ✎ . . . Dew's Brain - Thoughts!! Maybe F/O imagines!! We'll see!

🫀 ✎ . . . Dew's Heart - F/O gushing :33 ehehehehehhe

🦷 ✎ . . . Dew's Teeth - Fanart/gift tag! Of course I'm not forcing this but just in case it's needed ;P, I've somehow managed to get a bunch of fanart in general so ahA--

🪦 ✎ . . . Dew's Gravestone - Reblog game responses!

🩸 ✎ . . . Dew's Blood - Suggestive posts

👻 ✎ . . . Dew's Hauntings - Asks! Ur all my little ghosts :3

SINCE THE BOOK OF BILL HAS BECOME MORE POPULAR I FIGURED MAYBE I SHOULD SAY THIS:: DONT TALK AB IT IF YOU SHIP BILLFORD! nothing personal, I just get uncomfortable! You're still good to interact just please don't tag anything I post as billford please! <3 Proshippers don’t talk to me, you’re all stinky as hell smh >:L same with just general dni criteria. Don’t be a freak man, it’s not that hard :( Also DNI if you're like, a comshipper or if you're that kinda freak that likes abusive stuff like girlypop... no.... Also zoophiles, necrophiles, etc. I've had the displeasure of having followers of that so :/ never again, never again... youch... Also if you're anti-lgbtq, homophobic, transphobic, yadda yadda... Yeah no, not on my BLOG >:/

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Lily of the Valley

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason Todd dies and comes back to life. As the League takes him in, he navigates his morality and family values over the years.

Chapters: 19/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul, Ra’s al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Immortal Jason Todd, League of Assassins Jason Todd, Protective Talia al Ghul, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Jason Todd Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Hurt/Comfort, Adopted Children, Resurrected Jason Todd

Chapter Nineteen: European Yew

Jason stood outside his old apartment before he dropped Saru’s hand. “Jason, you don’t have to—.”

“There’s—. The last time I was here, the place was made up like a—. It’s a memorial,” Jason interrupted. Saru frowned. “Going in there is like stepping into a coffin… And I won’t do it again. If you go down that alley and head up the fire escape, it’s the one in the middle on the second floor.” Jason pointed her in the direction of his apartment. Jason hugged himself as he watched Saru go up the fire escape. She disappeared, and he pulled his hood up and put on sunglasses, hiding his face.

From the street, Jason had a perfect view of the group home. It looked so friendly on the outside, but Jason knew how places like that were. He glanced backward at his apartment and sighed. His conscience couldn’t let him turn a blind eye to the evil in that house. “Saru… I didn’t leave you. I promise,” Jason mumbled. He rushed across the street to the group home and snuck around back. A few of the boys were out back, boxing. Some of the boys looked excited, while others looked apprehensive. “Hey, kid! You new or somethin’?” a boy shouted. Jason nodded. The boy stood nearly a foot above Jason and approached at a threatening pace. “Come on. Let’s fight.”

Jason chuckled. “No,” Jason answered.

The boy shoved him. “Come on. Are you scared?” he asked.

“I’m not… Trust me,” Jason replied, “And you’re not gonna be able to tick me off.”

The older boy smacked Jason upside his head. “You’re not going anywhere until you fight me… House rules, Princess,” he teased as he yanked Jason’s hair. Jason swatted his hand away and sighed.

“I’m not governed by the law of the house. I’m here to talk to the witch of the house,” Jason replied.

The boy spit in his face, and the other children gasped. Jason bowed and chuckled and wiped the spit from his cheek and glasses. “That wasn’t polite,” Jason replied. Ra’s and Talia trained him better than that. The boy hocked and spat in Jason’s face a second time. “Okay… You won’t get a third time to do that. I promise you this won’t end well… I’m not here to fight.”

Without a word, the boy moved to knee Jason. Jason blocked him, sighing as he knocked the boy off his feet and rolled the boy over onto his stomach as he broke the boy’s arm. The older boy shrieked in pain. “Excuse me. Can any of you point me toward the woman of the house?” Jason asked politely. A gangly boy with glasses nodded and beckoned Jason with an awkward twitch of the head toward the shed. He led Jason halfway through the backyard and stopped.

“You don’t wanna talk to Ma Gunn… You seem like a tough guy. But trust me... Ma Gunn’s no Mother Teresa—.”

Jason pulled the tall boy aside. “That’s what I wanted to know. What’s going on in this place?” Jason questioned. The boy shook his head.

“You don’t wanna know. Trust me,” the tall boy replied. Jason frowned, deciding to leave it be for the time being.

Jason approached the shed and knocked on the door, and the woman blew cigar smoke in his face. She looked past Jason at the commotion in the yard and chuckled. “You break Garrett’s arm?” Ma Gunn asked. Jason nodded. “You’re a tough little shrimp… I’ll give you that. What do you want?”

“Who’s Willis, and why did you think I was some kid named Jason?” Jason asked. He didn’t want anyone in Gotham to know he was alive, but he had to know why she knew them.

“Willis is my son… And Jason’s his son. You’ve got Willis’ hair… But you couldn’t be his kid. His kid died,” Ma Gunn replied, “Willis is dead too.”

“Well, maybe you should get your head checked before you ask a guy if he’s your dead grandson… And I’m serious about your boys. You really should keep a better eye on them. Someone could get killed,” Jason threatened.

“I’d eat you for breakfast, Kid… Come see me when you’ve got a couple of whiskers on your chin,” Ma Gunn teased. Jason huffed and went on his way.

When he reached the sidewalk, Saru ran toward him, grabbed him by his hoodie, and embraced him. “I thought you left me,” Saru whimpered. Jason wrapped his arms around her.

“Let’s go home, okay?” Jason replied. He rested his chin atop her head. “I wouldn’t leave you here alone.”

Saru nodded as she let go and backed away. “Sorry, that was—. That wasn’t—. Yeah. Let’s go home,” Saru stammered.

*

Saru was near-silent on the jet. She lay on the couch watching Jason cook. “Am I allowed to ask about earlier?” Jason questioned.

Saru sat up straight. “Do you remember me telling you that I had a brother?” Saru asked. Jason nodded, glancing up from his vegetables as he watched her unbraid her hair.

“Imay?” Jason asked. Saru nodded.

“Yeah. Imay was the only family I had. We grew up in the League together. I was a baby when our parents died on assignment in England. My brother was six or seven. Imay wasn’t like me. He didn’t take to killing people like I did. He feared me… That’s why he raised me as a Buddhist. He thought it’d make me appreciate the sanctity of life more… So, I don’t kill unless I have to.

“I loved my brother more than anyone in this world. His last assignment was with me. I was supposed to watch his back… Jason… Imay rushed ahead of me when he saw our target. There was a tripwire. He should’ve seen it, but I—. I was so far behind him I didn’t see it either. A flash of light blinded me. When I came to, I was covered—. I was in shock. I stood up and started searching for him.

“So, I thought—.” Saru hid her face in her hands.

Jason frowned. “Saru… I’m so—. I won’t scare you like that ever again. I promise,” Jason whispered. Saru breathed deeply before collecting herself.

“Where did you go? You never said,” Saru replied.

“Oh… I met my grandmother today. I hate her,” Jason replied, “The evil old crook I told you about is my grandma.”

Saru chewed her lip and nodded before laughing. Jason chuckled. “It’s a good thing I didn’t kill her. I can’t kill your grandma, even if she is evil,” Saru roared with laughter. Jason tried to contain his amusement, but it was written all over his face.

“I would’ve forgiven you. I think half the kids there would’ve forgiven you… We can always return and kill my grandma together,” Jason half-joked. Saru walked over to the kitchen and tapped her fingers on the counter. They met eyes, and Jason’s confidence quickly faded. He set the knife down, offering Saru his full attention. “Thank you… For reminding me that I’m alive.” Saru flashed a sweet smile, but her eyes were filled with tears.

“Thank you for letting me see your home,” Saru replied. The tone of her voice carried a sweetness to it, rendering Jason speechless. He could only swallow hard in reply.

[reigningqueenofwords]

Let's Make a Deal

Pairing: Dean x Gabby (OC), Reader x Crowley Word count: 1,819

Read on AO3

Part 1 of Father Dearest

Tilting your head back, you downed your third shot. Currently, it was just you and Sam sitting at a booth in the bar. Dean had gone off to fetch his current girlfriend. You hadn’t spent too much time with her, but you just didn’t like her. Simply chalking it up to not knowing her, you had no objections to her tagging along. Seeing movement out of the corner of you eye, you looked over and grinned. There was Dean. You’d been in love with him for about a year now, and while it hurt knowing you weren’t his type, you were happy for him. “Welcome back!” You beamed.

“You guys remember Gabby?” He said as she sat down.

“Yeah. How are you?” You tried to be polite for Dean’s sake.

Her eyes quickly scanned over you, and you knew why. She was thin and pretty. Chances are, she was a cheerleader in high school, and never left that mindset. You? You had some meat on you. Neither boy had ever commented on it, but you were very self-conscious. If you actually took the time to do hair and make-up, you thought you were pretty attractive. Who had time for that in the hunting world, though? Gabby gave you a fake smile, making you tighten your jaw. “I’m good, sweetie.” She said.

“Whey don’t you girls get to know each other, and we’ll go get some drinks.” Dean suggested. You let Sam out and watched them walk away. It was pretty crowded, so you knew that they would be a bit.

“You should probably leave.” She said, your eyes snapping to her.

Raising your eyebrow, you looked confused. “I’m sorry? What?”

She chuckled. “Men that look like that don’t need to be seen with girls who look like…you.” Gabby shrugged. “You’re what? Fifty pounds over weight?” She guessed, her eyes looking you over again. “I also see how you look at Dean. Keep dreaming, honey. He isn’t a chubby chaser. Obviously.” Her words stung. It brought back all the rude comments from school. All the teasing, the jokes, the pranks. “I’d also look into a gym membership.” She added.

You chewed your lip slightly. As you went to open your mouth, you saw the boys returning. Letting Sam in, you gave him a small smile. “I’ll be right back. Just gonna run to the bathroom.” You motioned to the side. They nodded, turning their attention to each other, and their drinks. Holding back tears, you made it look like you were going to the bathroom, but you looped around the bar and walked out.

The motel that you were staying at was only a few blocks away, so you simply walked back. It was a cool spring night, so you weren’t worried about getting cold. Taking a deep breath, you wiped away a stray tear. You had no idea if you were doing the right thing. You had no idea if Dean would hate you after this or not. All you knew was that if you didn’t, you would be the fat friend for the rest of your life, always the target for people like her.

Walking into your room, you shut the door and kicked off your shoes. It was ten minutes before you gained the courage to do what you planned. “Damn it.” You muttered. “Crowley!” You said as loud as you dared. He seemed to have a soft spot for you, so he usually would show up when you called.

“Yes, love?” He asked from behind you. Spinning around, his face fell. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

Licking your lips, you swallowed. “I…I want to make a deal, Crowley.” You told him. “I want you to give me the perfect body.”  Another tear escaped.

He moved closer to  you, shaking his head. “What’s brought this on? There’s absolutely nothing wrong with your body. You’re a goddess.”

“No, I’m not.” You sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Dean’s new girlfriend reminded me of that tonight.” The mention of Dean’s name made Crowley’s face shift from concerned to angry. “She pointed out how over weight I am, how men that look like them don’t need to be seen with girls like me, and that she sees how I look at Dean. Told me to keep dreaming, that he’s not a chubby chaser.” Crowley had moved to pull you into his side as you cried.

Gently making you look at him, he smiled. “I’m going to show you exactly how you should be treated. If that bloody moron can’t see how amazing you are, it’s because he doesn’t deserve you.” He said sweetly. “Will you let me show you how gorgeous you really are?”

After a moment, you bit your bottom lip and nodded. Maybe you just needed someone to hold you for the night, make you believe the words he was saying. Even if when you woke up, reality would set it.

Crowley really did make you feel like a goddess that night. Not once did you feel the need to shy away. He hadn’t even zapped away right after, which was slightly shocking. You two had laid naked, under the covers, chatting. It was nice to relax and laugh. You had no expectations from sleeping with him, and you wouldn’t pretend to. Before you knew it, you had drifted off, snuggling your pillow between  your arms, your head resting on just part of it. He had slipped out quietly after pulling the sheet up to your shoulders.

Once he was sure you wouldn’t wake, he got dressed and clenched his jaw. Snapping his fingers, he popped himself into Dean’s room, which wasn’t too far down the hall. “Hello, Squirrel.” His smooth voice broke the silence around the moans in the room.

The girl that was on top of Dean screamed and rolled off of him, pulling the sheet over her chest. Dean covered himself and leaned on his elbows. “What the hell, Crowley?” He snapped.

“See, for once, my issue isn’t entirely with you.” Crowley shrugged. “It’s with her.” He pointed to Gabby, making her eyes go wide.

“I’ve never even met you!” She yelled.

He shrugged, giving her a ‘whatever’ look. “Ah, but I’ve heard about you.” Dean looked confused. “Don’t look so confused, Squirrel.” He snapped, obviously annoyed. “See, your little fling there? The one looking like she went swimming in mommy’s make up? She said some very hurtful things to Y/N this evening.” His eyes were staring at Gabby. “She needs to be taught a lesson. See, she needs to know what it feels like to be judged negatively by her looks. Well, and that looks aren’t everything.” Snapping his fingers, a grin spread across his cheeks. “Now, you’re going to gain weight. Lots of it. So, you may want to go shopping. Oh! And before I forget, I’d get used to being in the dark.” Turning to Dean, his face fell. “As for you, if I have to comfort her again, you won’t get off as easy.” With that, he was gone.

“What the hell?” Dean mumbled. He slid out of bed and pulled on his boxer briefs and jeans.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Gabby snapped, obviously offended.

He looked over his shoulder. “To see what the hell that was about, that’s what.” Getting up, he didn’t bother with his shirt. He had the spare key to your room, so he didn’t even knock once he got there. Walking in, he stopped dead in his tracks. He did not expect to see you laying naked in bed. Clearing his throat, he shut the door a bit loudly.

Groaning, you stretched. “Crowley, what the he–” You stopped as you looked over your side, eyes growing wide. Sitting up, you pulled the sheet tight to your chest. “Uhhhh…” You looked around, spotting a note from Crowley.

Hello, Love. You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn’t want to wake you. The issue has been addressed. I had an amazing time. If you ever need reminding, you know who to call. -Crowley

Smiling, you set it down on the nightstand. “You slept with Crowley?!?!” Dean snapped you out of your own little world. “Crowley. The King of Hell?” He was pissed.

You held the sheet to you as you got out of bed. “Excuse me?” You were pissed, tear stains still on your cheeks, made more evident by your mascara. “Why the hell do you care?” Shaking your head, your knuckles turned white on the sheets. “Just because you wouldn’t touch me with a ten foot pole, doesn’t mean other men don’t find me attractive. Apparently, Crowley is one of them.” You told him.

“So, what? Are you dating him or something? How long have you been sleeping with him?”

“No. And just tonight. Not that it’s any of your business.” Your cheeks were heating up, between your anger, and realizing that all you were wearing was a bed sheet. “Now, If you’ll excuse me, I think you should leave.” Your voice was calm.

Dean stood his ground. “No.” He crossed his arms.

You looked at him, shocked. “And why not?” You asked, tilting your head.

Licking his lips, he moved a bit closer. “Because I don’t like the thought of that douche-bag touching what should be mine.” His voice held a danger to it, sending shivers down your spine.

“If you cared so much, why go out and bang every Barbie you can get to drop their panties?” You snapped, dropping your own voice. “And why not say anything until now? Don’t want to admit that you’re into a bigger girl?”

He narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t want to push you away!” Dean said, sighing. “I didn’t think that you’d be interested in me. Gabby’s the first girl you’ve seen me date, I fly off the handle easily, and I have a habit of dying. Not exactly the kind of guy you should go for.”

“You’re an idiot.” You teased. “I’ve been in love with you for ages.”

Dean looked shocked. “Really?” He asked, hopeful.

You nodded. “But, I need time, Dean. If anything is going to happen between us, I need time. I can’t jump into anything. Not after tonight. Not after Gabby.” You told him honestly.

“I get it. She’s gone. Walked out when I came over here.” He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’ll give you whatever time you need. Can we just…not let this effect our friendship in the mean time? And no more sleeping with Crowley?” The thought made him cringe.

You gave him a small smile. “I can try. And, don’t worry, it’s not like I plan on jumping into bed with him any time soon. So, now that that’s settled, can I get some sleep?”

Dean chuckled. “Yeah. Night, Y/N.” He said, kissing your forehead before walking out. That was an unexpected night.

[elsweetheart]

Hey homie is love ur writing but I don’t want to accidentally request some thing not allowed so do you have any rules?? 🫶🏼 

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men, this is a safe space for wlw / nblw

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self harm / suicide

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[wordborne]

All for Us

Jerome Valeska finds someone new to torment.

That someone is, unfortunately, you.

TAGS: Jerome Valeska/Reader, alternate universe, unhealthy relationships, bad decisions, canon-typical violence, major character death, eventual smut, Jerome can only be classified as nuisance to lover. CHAPTER: 1, 2, 3, ?

Times like these made you hate your job.

If it weren’t for the current state of affairs, you’d seriously consider turning in a very polite resignation letter -without giving a two weeks' notice, of course- and never setting foot in that place again. Hell, not even on the same block. But you didn’t have the luxury of doing that, so you had to give your boss a tight-lipped smile when he asked you to finish something he was supposed to do 5 minutes before your shift ended. He was one of those hotshots who didn’t believe in paying overtime, because why would he? It was bad business.

Asshole.

The GCPD hadn’t officially placed a curfew, but staying home after 9 p.m. was an unspoken rule that most people followed. That you had followed until you’d stumbled out of your workplace at 11p.m., tired and angry, hoping the look plastered on your face would be enough to deter whoever wanted to approach you as you walked back home. The buses weren’t operating at this time, neither were the taxis. No one wanted to take the risk when there was so much shit going on. And, honestly? You didn’t blame them.

The streets were lined with blood. Screams echoed in every corner, some joyful, some soul-splitting. You kept your gaze straight ahead, ignoring the bodies littered on the sidewalks. The ripped clothes and broken bottles strewn everywhere. The ginger man who’d suddenly appeared at the corner of your eye, keeping your pace, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Where you goin’?” “Home.”  “Sounds fun. I’m in.” “No, you’re not.” You hissed, finally turning your head to glare at him before walking a little faster and holding your bag a little tighter against your body. A bottle of pepper spray hung from one of the straps, and if he got any closer, you wouldn’t hesitate to dump the whole thing on his face. “You seriously think that is gonna keep you alive?” Jerome laughed, pointing to the little bottle you held on to like a lifeline. “You need me.” “I don’t.” “Fine.” He stopped dead in his tracks and, with one of his sardonic smiles, motioned you to go on. Alone.

And so you did, brows knitted together. You didn’t need Jerome. Why would you? The apartment was just a couple of blocks away. And, sure, some people were looking at you as if you were a fresh piece of meat, but they could rob you if they wanted. You had, what, 10, 15 bucks tops in your purse? Stealing your phone would actually do you a solid so you could finally claim the insurance you were tricked into getting a year ago. The only thing you’d miss was your ID because getting a new one right now was a pain in the ass. But, other than that? You’d be fine. Even if a big, bulky man called you from the other sidewalk. Even if he was now taking purposeful strides towards you, commanding you to stop and calling you colorful words when you picked up the pace.  Jerome was probably having the time of his life watching your feeble attempts at running away from the man. Bastard probably laughed when you were shoved against a wall, rusty knife pressed to your throat. “Are you deaf, or just stupid?” Probably the latter, you mused, as you stood as still as you could, hands held up in surrender, heart racing so hard you were certain if would jump out of your chest in any minute.    “Just take my bag, everything I have is in there.” “That’s not what I want.” He got impossibly closer, his hot, putrid breath making your nose wrinkle in disgust as he slapped the bag away from your body. “I wanna see what color your guts are.” So this is how you were going out, death by lack of dental hygiene and a tetanus infused knife lodged in your belly. You should’ve written a letter. Left it on your desk and blamed your boss for anything that happened tonight just because he was too booked and busy to finish his own yearly report.  And then you heard the bang. You stood still as the man’s body slumped forwards, head falling right above your shoulder where you could see the exit wound of a bullet on his skull, blood steadily dripping down your blazer. He was dead. He was fucking dead, and he was right beside you, and- A small scream escaped your lips as you shoved him away, a loud thump following as his body as he fell to the floor, light completely drained from his eyes. Everyone was, to some degree, desensitized by death. It was Gotham, after all. But seeing a dead body meters away and having one right beside you were completely different things. Your heart rate was picking up again. Cold sweat washing over your body as loud footsteps approached you. You didn’t have it in you to look up, eyes glued to your dead assailant. 

“Told ya.” Jerome smiled, gun still in his hand, smelling like gunpowder and smoke and all things bad. He stepped over the body, making sure to dig his heel right on the man’s windpipe with a crack before he looked back at you. “So, home, right?” As much as you hated to admit it, having Jerome Valeska by your side did wonders for your survival rate. People ran away. Cheered when he walked by. Didn’t flinch when he fired a shot at some rando for making too much noise ‘cause people were sleeping, y’know? As if the gunshot didn’t echo through the whole block. As if the blood on his hands meant nothing at all. He rolled his eyes and huffed when you couldn’t place the key on the doorknob and yanked it away from your hands to do it himself, shutting the door as you headed to the couch and slumped on it, staring idly at the TV screen until Jerome turned it on. It was as if nothing had happened. He switched channels until something caught his eye. Hummed as he rummaged through the fridge and grabbed the waffles he’d asked for the last time he’d been there and promptly shoved them in the toaster. The ding made you flinch more than you cared to admit. Then, he was on the couch, a plate of syrup-covered waffles on his lap, eyes glued to the TV, the imprint of a gun standing out from the pocket of his pants. “Can you stay for the night?”  He looked at you and laughed, but you didn’t peel your eyes away from the TV. “So now you want me to stay.” “Yes or no, Jerome.” The plate was left unceremoniously on the coffee table, the fork clinking against the white ceramic as he turned his whole body towards you. “Tell me you need me.” “I need you.” He shifted. Closer. His knee pressed right against yours. “Say it like you mean it.”

You took a shaky breath, releasing it slowly before turning to face him. His eyes were shining with something you couldn’t quite recognize, gaze momentarily going to your lips when you spoke up. “I need you to stay for the night. Please.” Maybe he’d laugh again. Rub it in. Throw a ‘fuck you’ on his way out because you were scared and alone and, right now, he was the only one who could give you a sliver of security. Of peace. Of things that no one had ever used to define him but there you were, at his mercy. Not quite begging. Not quite pleading. But just hoping he’d do it. “Fine.” Jerome replied after a hot second. “Just ‘cause ya asked so nicely.” He reached out for the plate, placing it on his lap once more and cutting a hefty piece of waffle with the fork before putting it in his mouth. “I’m taking the bed.” “Whatever.” You muttered, unconsciously leaning a bit more towards him. Thighs brushing together now. Mind feeling like static. Feeling too cold and too blue for everything to properly sink in.  But Jerome was warm. His hair too red. His laugh genuine and breathy as he watched something that wasn’t remotely funny at all. He was alive.  You were alive because of him. And, so, you put your head on his shoulder and stole a piece of waffle from his plate, chewing it mindlessly, hoping whatever came tomorrow would be better than this.   

[milkcartoncatkid]

Abt me!!

hey so um i guess im gonna say more abt myself!! once again i used to have an old blog @novieight but i cant really use it anymore so here are some random things abt me…

edit: I CHANGED MY USER!!!!!! @splatykirbycallie —> @onyxhaj it is still me!!! (no more onyxhaj it’s me editing this again IM NOW the-sharkie-shitposts so DW ITS STILL ME ONYX/SHARK!!!!!)

He/they/it pronouns

Agender lesbian

obsessed with Splatoon, Kirby, TBHK, and Vocaloid (edit: Murder Drones too!!!)(edit II: realizing that ive been in what is technically a fandom….. nintendo mii games <3)(edit III: goddamnit crk hyperfix came back…)(edit IV: SHARKSH SHARKSH SHARKS SHARKSHSAA RKS)(edit ???: ….hi billie bust up fandom.)

artist, voice actor, and musician

irl of Callie Cuttlefish, Uzi Doorman, and Mafuyu Asahina (and possibly CROWNED Magolor)

Magolor Fan™

agere/tword community

autistic

basic dni criteria (proship, anti agere, political stuff, overly religious stuff, also anything related to irl medical things [artistic depictions are okay!] pls dni)

my favorite person ever is Rosetta @rosey-rosetta (hi Rosey Rose i got a new blog)

i an cringe but i am free

edit IV: i am now TAKEN (romantically) by @rosey-rosetta so uhm yea i’m super happy but yes i am already taken AND a minor so don’t be weird!

that’s it for now >:)

stay fresh poyo

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I CHANGED THE VENT TAG!!!! please block “shark’s blood” if you don’t want to see my vents if reblogs of somewhat unsettling content

[softceleste]

i don’t know how to deal with the fact that one of my favorite actors is completely ignoring the ongoing genocide. the implication of their silence and them not even deigning to share a call for a ceasefire is something I genuinely can’t get past. they haven’t even cleared the bar of doing the bare minimum and i’m finding it hard to imagine engaging with any media they’re a part of at this point.

i’m sorry to bother you with this message but the person i’m talking about is someone you also like and i didn’t know who else i could talk to about this. i deliberately left out any identifying information so as not to invite any weirdos to your blog should you choose to answer this. i can send their name in a separate ask if you wish. once again, sorry to bother you

Hey love! So from the get go, I just want to say you are absolutely not bothering me whatsoever, okay? I’m glad that you feel safe / comfortable enough to come talk to me about how you’re feeling, and honestly like... if people are weird in my anons, I’ll block them. You’re good!

I’ll also be honest that I’m still trying to navigate my feelings with this specific thing happening with a couple of my favorites too. Like on the one hand, I obviously prefer that they’re not actively calling for the deaths of Palestinians given how many horrible posts I've seen from celebs doing that, but on the other hand, being silent is frankly just enabling genocide at this point and I fail to see how anyone doesn’t see that. It’s part of why I’m frustrated with people who were posting daily at the beginning and hasn’t posted the entirety of 2024 about it as well currently, because like... right now it’s extremely important to keep posting.  So I’m taking this case by case currently, and keeping an eye on the letters and stuff (because a lot of celebs are not posting zionist on IG to avoid being canceled rn and signing shit like the Biden letter, but on the flip side there’s been celebs I personally haven’t seen post yet, but I’ve seen photos of in the streets protesting for a ceasefire) right now, and in a lot of cases I’m leaning towards drop so you may see me drop more and more people as time goes on, but I’m gonna keep my eyes on stuff and see how it continues to go.

That being said, I got your anon about who we’re discussing and... yeah, so I kinda already have dropped her and decided to only post her when my friends tag me in stuff of hers for a variety of reasons (including realizing the sheer amount of vocal transphobes she follows and engages with, and not being able to think of a single time she has positively discussed the trans community) until I 100% decide how I feel about her - it may even end up being a 100% no reblog situation, we'll see after I sort out my feelings. But she did post in October, and I’ll put that post that IG story under the read more. I’ll be completely honest though, I wouldn’t expect any future posts from her, and between her closest friends politics / posts on the matter and what I know about the area she grew up in (because I have family who lives in the same town), I’m not sure we’d like any posts she’d make if she did decide to post about Palestine. Like it sucked dropping someone I was following/loved like a decade, but I'm trusting my gut on this one you know? Would rather listen to it and get proven wrong, than not and be proven right in this situation, personally 💕

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[youmustfixyourheart]

And once again, i am only seeing people’s reactions to whatever the latest discourse on here is and have zero context for what actually happened bc i only follow a few bandom blogs and the people i follow are always the ones writing long scathing (sometimes passive aggressive/just aggressive) call-out posts about the discourse and not the ones causing problems. And every single time this happens, there’s at least one or two posts that have some variation of “if you’re not talking about this you’re just as bad if not worse” or “if you claim you don’t see the problem you’re part of it” etc. like yes, someone needs to call people out on their bullshit, i agree with that, but how are you gonna say i’m worse than the people actually saying harmful stuff for not knowing what harmful stuff is happening? It’s not willful ignorance, i’m not blocking anyone who makes a call-out post or unfollowing tags or blogs or straight up ignoring posts about the issue so i can maintain some fantasy that everything’s great and there are no problems in bandom, i truly and genuinely don’t follow that many people and i have never seen any of the posts that cause everyone to go on a rampage and jump down each others’ throats. I have no fucking idea what’s going on here and from what i’ve seen in a few minutes, i don’t want to. And yes, i acknowledge that i have a lot of privilege both in general and in this space to sit here and complain and say “can’t everyone just get along” bc it is important to discuss some of the big pervasive issues in bandom that need to be talked about and acknowledged, but also, this is my fun space to engage in my SpIn and reblog silly little photos and videos of people a few decades older than me who don’t know i exist and i really hate seeing people rip each other to shreds here, there’s enough of that in real life. I’m staying out of it. Whatever it is. I will engage in polite and calm discussions of issues in this space, but i’m not going to engage in heated debate or start yelling at people over any of this. We can and should be having mature discussions about these topics without resorting to sending nasty anons and implying that anyone who isn’t sure what’s going on in today’s current bandom drama is a bad person. Fuck that.

[dr-blu-skies]

You don’t need to know someone’s life story to treat them like they’re a human being.

I’ve come across some posts that’re like, “Learn everything about this person before gently correcting them.” I love the energy of these posts, but I also kind of feel like knowing every little detail about someone shouldn’t be required to keep from being unnecessarily cruel to someone else.

Sometimes, people just don’t know things. They can be children or adults, and they can just not know things. In some cases - shock horror - they could come to you for the knowledge they seek. They could believe you to be a viable source of information! Hell, they could even… TRUST you. Because not everyone who says something ignorant in a public space is trying to hurt somebody else.

I was once given quite a rude awakening when I complained that an actor called another actor a c__n over his opinions politically. I don’t like it when people use slurs. I especially don’t like it when people use slurs meant to imply someone is “the wrong kind of minority”. So I took to Tumblr to vent, and I put the actor’s name in the tags. I didn’t actually intend to get the attention I did, but I did get it.

I found myself being called the slur, insulted, made fun of for not thinking the right way, reblogged and then blocked, all kinds of stuff. And I remember distinctly how people made fun of me for “being so old and yet not knowing any better”.

Yeah, I am an adult. I’m a grown-ass woman and I didn’t know any better. Are you gonna make fun of me for being poor, too? Do you make fun of people who don’t know other languages, or don’t know a new word? Do you genuinely get glee in making fun of the ignorant, just because they’re older and “should know”?

If you aren’t going to make fun of someone for not knowing how to do something cultural, or won’t bully someone for showing any form of neurodivergence, then don’t assume the identity and ability of someone else over the internet. Don’t assume that someone who said something ignorant is a moron who will willingly spread misinformation or something. Sometimes people are just ignorant and don’t mean any harm.

Out of the 20 people who gave me shit, only one tried to explain the issues to me. Multiple people reblogged me to their blogs which had hundreds and sometimes thousands of followers. I was terrified I was going to be hunted down and mocked more. In an already depressive and suicidal state for the past 2 months, I was overwhelmed by the new negative responses. I abandoned and deleted the account I had for roughly 7 years because I was terrified that that single fuckup was going to ruin my little personal blog for forever. Now I have a new URL and none of the history or sentimental memories tied to my old account.

I lost years of memories, personal growth, artistic growth, my DM’s with an artist I looked up to in the industry I’ve always thought was my dream, all of the times my friends and I spent together, all of the reblogs we’d laughed at. Over a single, heated, ignorant post that I just so happened to tag.

But hey, new blog, at least I don’t have to be tracked down again.

[jenniferdiazisatransgirl]

Tom, you know something, I am now mad.

Addressed at @marcodiazappreciation:

So Tom hasn’t attacked the fact you are paralysed or neurodivergent. While people have been explaining the trans Marco theory to you and/or why what you are doing is shitty, you have then brought into the conversation that you are paralysed and neurodivergent. A quote from one of your posts;

“Am I stupid because I’m autistic? No.

Am I less of a person because I’m paralysed? No.”

Someone told you that you have a worm in your brain. I don’t think this person would have any knowledge of you being neurodivergent, yet your response was, “I have autism. Does that count.”

When criticised you seem to fall back on your disability and neurodivergence as a way to garner sympathy. I haven’t seen a single person comment on the fact your have a disability and the fact you are neurodivergent other than yourself. And I will admit I have commented on it, but only in saying that the subject in question has nothing to do with those points that you seem to randomly bring up.

And you know, I was going to let this lie however you have now come at one of my friends. So lets highlight the sort of person you are. And bare in mind, this is just this time round. I have done this whole song and dance with @marcodiazappreciation before on multiple occasions:

- Last week I noticed @marcodiazappreciation comment on one of my posts attacking one of my followers and the trans Marco theory. I then looked at their blog to see they were once again back to attacking the trans Marco theory. I have previously been very patient and nice with @marcodiazappreciation and decided I am now done. I blocked them and did this reblog to their post:

- I left it there and thought, this is finally the end to it all but the next day they have found one of my side blogs and are messaging me on there. I now block them on both my side blogs.

- You’d think it would be the end here wouldn’t you. But oh no, it wasn’t. You may notice at the bottom I said some resolution was made between me and @marcodiazappreciation. How did that happen you maybe asking given I blocked her everywhere? She had her brother make me a $50 (£39.05) donation on Paypal with a message. So once again circumventing the fact I had blocked her.

Her brother told me how she hopes I’m not mad at her and that she has deleted her Tumblr to avoid her triggers. I naturally at this point checked her Tumblr to see if it was still there. Still active but no new posts so I gave the benefit of the doubt, maybe she is taking a break.

Nope. Posted another attack at the trans Marco theory less than 24 hours after that Paypal donation. Also in that Paypal donation gave me her email, saying I could email her if I wanted. I somehow feel this was away to get my email address out of me.

I refused to email them saying I think I would be triggering for her. After all, she repeatedly attacks the trans Marco tag and those who follow trans Marco.

I was gonna write about this pattern of behaviour but decided against it. If she wants to continue doing this shit, whatever. I won’t waste my energy no more.

Now she doesn’t have access to me though, she is still going after my friends. Supposedly deleted her Tumblr but is going after my friends still.

Hmmmm. I wasn’t mad before but I am now.

EDIT: Just to clarify, I know @marcodiazappreciation isn’t just going after me but the trans Marco tag in general. My point is, she claimed to have deleted her Tumblr and to be avoiding the topics that trigger her. She previously told me the theory causes her trauma.

Her Tumblr is still active though and she is still attacking the theory and my friends in the theory, indicating that her deleting her Tumblr and avoiding the topics that trigger her was an outright lie.

First, Breastforce claimed that their entire interest in this started from Marco in a dress from St. O's. The person asking about Marco in a dress was trying to bait Adam into saying something about the theory.

Most people who repeat the theory do it because of the dress, not the "dysphoria" (which is actually body dysmorphic, involving obsessive focus on a perceived flaw in appearance.)

I know that you're not going to believe any of this. It's upsetting to see you misgender anything, especially when I've been misgendered so many times in the last 6 years. Also your comments about my physical state don't help, making a joke out of it is cruel which is how I interpreted it.

And being transphobic is another jump to conclusion that doesn't make either of us look.good. I'm not transphobic. I'm transgender and have had years of reflection on iit. Calling me transphobic is like a punch in the gut.

As far as Daron, all she said was that she always intended Marco to be the type of guy who wasn't hung up on doing some things that are typically feminine without any concerns for his masculinity. It seems from an experience she had when she was young with her best friend who was male. When I asked her if Marco was going to grow up and be a good male role model, she said yes. Twice she did.

I won't deny I love the character a lot. I won't deny that some of the crew liked that some people saw themselves in Marco. But even if you look at the storyboard that everyone points to, it was a doll of a persona Marco already distanced himself from except for a royalty payment of $650. It was a capitalist business deal and nothing more. That's all the merch was ever about. A way to give Marco spending money during adventures. It wasn't about some secret "he's going as a she" behind everyone's back. It was all about the money. If Marco really cared about it on the level you theorize, he wouldn't have taken money out of the profits and would have done it in the best interests of the girls.

In conclusion I see this is misgendering. While it is a fictional character, some of the ways you've interacted with me have also been along the same lines, about me being transphobic and making light of my physical problems which is hitting below the belt.

Hi. I've been nice to you thus far. I've argued with you on your level, I've met your points on good faith. I've countered every argument you've given me with relative politeness considering how you've harassed me and my community, or ignored you when i was tired of said harassment. But now?

Get fucked, mate.

Where the fuck do you get off with this? Where do you see the moral high ground attacking trans people - OTHER trans people! - for finding identity with a character in a cartoon, in a community on tumblr. How childish are you that you cannot fathom other people having different interpretations of the source material. How petty and small-mided and hateful can you possibly be that you see trans people finding joy and community in a fictional character on tumblr and decide that it's hateful. How puritanical is your mindset that you cannot stand the idea of other people existing outside of your point of view.

Jen has said that she's not angry at you but I fucking am. Grow the fuck up you petulant, whinging, tantrum-throwing child. Flinging baseless accusations - I've never talked about your physical state, I barely know what it is beyond you being physically disabled in some way, which I found out after the majority of my interactions with you. I'm sorry, but you do not get to use your own problems as justifications for bullying and attacking others. You do not get to play the victim when it is you going after people apropos of nothing. It is you sending hate to fan artists just minding their own business, it is you going into our tags to complain about how we enjoy and interpret media.

And no, I don't fucking stalk you so I didn't know you were trans. Congratu-fucking-lations asshole! Looks like trans people can be just as toxic as the cis! Thanks for taking one for the team! And I'm sowwy that it's huwwrtful but your harassment and condemnation of the theory fucking stinks of transphobia. If you just disliked the theory, that's fine - I know plenty of polite and nice and non-transphobic people who don't think it's correct - people like Adam McArthur who would be appalled at your harassment at people over different interpretations of his character. Dozens of other tumblr users dislike the theory and they don't fall into your emotionally manipulative bullshit. That's a you specific problem.

(and while we're on the cast/crew topic: Daron Nefcy would be appalled at your use of her words as a gotcha for your bullshit cyber bullying. they mean nothing other than her affirming your interpretation of the character)

Your preposition is fundamentally flawed, you base your entire judgement of this theory on the fact that the idea started when a trans woman related to a character in a way you didn't think was valid. Your idea that somehow feminine men are underrepresented in fiction is completely ridiculous. But to go the fuck off about how even being perceived as a trans woman is dangerous to cishet men and then land on the conclusion that the problem is trans women? That's fucking transphobic.

But fine. You're trans so you can't be transphobic. You must of course have a ready list for canonical trans women for us to have flocked to back in 2016 when the theory was popular! Actually, I managed to find four examples (off the top of my head) of major characters in children's cartoons, the genre we're talking about. So you must be able to find the same! No? What about that same list from today? C'mon! If feminine men are so underrepresented compared to trans women, there must be more of them today at least! Fine we'll make it easy - it doesn't have to be a children's cartoon! Show me any western cartoon from any point in history where there was a trans woman as a major character. She doesn't even have to be the main character! Just a part of the reoccurring cast.

Show. Me. One.

But somehow those poor cis men are the ones victimized by us mean trans people.

I'm so fucking sorry you feel personally victimized by (other) trans people seeking representation. I'm so fucking sorry you are so badly triggered by (other) trans people (many of whom have dysphoria) identifying dysphoria in a work of fiction. But--newsflash asshole!--you don't get to bring your problems into a public space and harass people about them. You are the one in the wrong here, but your head is too far up your own arse to even dream about treating other people like actual human beings.

So, yeah. You're an immature, transphobic, bullying piece of shit and I want you to stay the fuck away from me, my friends, and my fucking tags.

[curryandbread]

Hello Curry! Can I request a Twisted Wonderland Headcanon with Dorm Leader when they witness they're S/o almost getting kidnap by someone (can be RSA student or anyone random but please no Neige) that have obsession towards their S/O.

Thank you~ oh! And make it Sfw please.

TWST Dorm Leaders protecting an s/o whose involved in an attempted kidnapping

hi anon!! thank you for requesting~

TW: drugging

Riddle Rosehearts

You were asked to meet someone at Heartslabyul’s rose gardens. It was a heartfelt letter, and for some reason it got you curious to who the sender might be.

Riddle keeps you close whenever you go somewhere. But this is a matter on your own hands, he lets you off once as he bids you a farewell with a kiss on the forehead.

You were waiting, looking around until someone from behind hugs your body tightly as you yelped. Unfortunately, your screams were muffled as the perpetrator covered your mouth with a hand.

Just when you were struggling, Riddle successfully hit the perpetrator down with his magic before running towards you.

He hugs you first thing, cupping your face as he checked if you had any injuries.

Riddle’s eyes were full of fire. He glared down at the person who attempted to kidnap you, not taking another latency of making them pay.

And once the situation was settled, with the perpetrator being taken away, from that since on, he will not leave you alone anymore.

He’d have you stay at his bedroom for security purposes, cuddling you to sleep as he whispered sweet nothings while he’s here.

Leona Kingscholar

Who dared to capture you?! Especially if you’re with the Leona Kingscholar.

In any circumstance that this one person doesn’t know that you’re dating Leona, he just signed himself a ticket for a train to hell.

Someone asks you to meet at the Magift field, offering you to ‘watch a game’, in which you allowed.

Leona would be somewhere unseen, most likely sleeping at random places again.

Someone violently grabs your arm, pinning you down to the ground with both of your arms behind you, you tried thrashing around but the perpetrator had a well-built physique.

Until suddenly, the perpetrator was sent flying by the jaw. The weight hanging over you dispersed immediately.

You look up to see Leona with the grimmest expression. His green orbs practically glowing.

Of course, the perpetrator got the message. As they scrammed without looking back, Leona eyes some of his men and gestured the delinquents to follow them.

Once the two of you are alone, he picks you up and slings you on his shoulder.

“Hey, herbivore. From now on I should see you in my sight. If you’re not there, you know the consequences.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is the master of trickery, but he never saw it coming that someone would go to such an extent to kidnap you.

You were sitting alone at the bar of Mostro Lounge, waiting for your drink.

One of the students came to add something to your drink. Azul was not at the area, most likely at the VIP room doing his usual business.

You reach for your drink now being delivered to you. You took a sip, suddenly feeling your vision drop. The perpetrator purposely catches you before you even fall to the ground, insisting he’ll take you to the infirmary.

The perpetrator drags you somewhere secluded. Before they even tried to do something, a punch was landed on the perpetrator’s cheek.

All you could here was Floyd’s insanely high-pitched laughs, Jade following behind Floyd.

Once Azul gets the cue, the twins are going to give the perpetrator a little... lesson.

Whilst you can hear the perpetrator being abused by the twins at the back, Azul would stroke your cheek lovingly as he held you close.

“Let’s put it like this, treat it like a contract. You’ll stay by my side forever and never leave me, yes?”

Kalim Al-Asim

He knows he should be the one who’d get kidnapped due to certain cases in the past, but it had to be you instead of him.

You were only eating alone at Scarabia’s kitchen. The dorm head had gone to bed, and you were there to drop by for a little midnight snack.

Whilst your back was turned, arms loomed over you and your mouth was covered, trying to break free from the grip.

However the perpetrator stood his ground. You were struggling until the grip loosened. All you heard was a pan being hit on someone’s head.

It was Kalim who had thrown the pan at the perpetrator, now lying down on the ground.

He runs towards you and pulling you into an embrace, blaming himself for leaving you alone.

Jamil rushes down to see what’s the commotion he’s been hearing at the kitchen, of course, things are taken care of as he is already at the scene.

Next time, Kalim would have to reinforce the dorm with security barriers, and even make you sleep in his room, making sure that you’ll let him know that you’re running off somewhere.

Vil Schoenheit

Of course, some people will look down on you just like how people underestimate Vil.

It was the day of VDC, the representatives were busy preparing for their performance so you were left alone, Grim tagging along with the committees to secure other things for the festival.

You were only sitting on a bench by the stage. A student approaches you and they seemed to be from RSA. They hung around with you until they insisted to take you to a place they want you to see.

You politely decline but somehow the RSA student contained a short temper and was about to lash out on you.

However, Vil was quick to kick the student away from you.

The RSA student will definitely recognize who he just bumped into. Announcing a lot of apologies for his ‘rude’ behavior and leaves the two of you alone.

“Never mind you leaving us here. I’m taking you with me.” Said Vil.

Idia Shroud

Yada... yadaaaaaaa..! No way is he gonna have anyone even lay a finger on you without him around you.

You were only doing laboratory maintenance duties, you alone with another student assigned to help you.

Somehow, the student beside you pushes you down to the ground as he pinned you down. Shocked and unable to asses the situation, you suddenly heard a small voice from the corner.

“Charging laser beam, 30%.”

It was Ortho.

The student hissed, getting off of you as he ran away. Idia rushes in to check on you and pulled you up.

You asked him how did he know, he said he saw it from the security cameras. Don’t even ask him why he even has access...

Of course you had to thank Ortho for him nearly blasting the whole school down just for you. Giving Idia a reassuring smile as you held his hand with a light squeeze.

Malleus Draconia

It would bring a disgrace to the title of the next head of the Valley of Thorns if he were to harm someone for you. However, he will do so just to keep you by his side.

You were at a janitor’s closet, putting away the mop you had just used to clean a breakage that Grim has caused. Malleus was also there to witness it, however you insisted you’d clean up instead of him.

You were heading out of the closet, suddenly someone blocks your path and pushes you back in the closet.

It was a delinquent from Savanclaw who had wanted to take revenge for Diasomnia’s victory in every Magift tournament by holding the Diasomnia dorm leader’s precious, you, captive.

It was not long until a green mist of magic hit the back of the student’s head, knocking them to the ground.

Malleus had come to rescue you.

“I can never forgive myself for dragging you into this.”

You were quick to tell him that it wasn’t his fault and thanked him with a kiss on the cheek.