#if I missed someone who is on tumblr let me know and I'll add them

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Artfight part two! This time here are the revenges

Everyone has such neat oc designs!! I had fun drawing all of these characters!!

Kiruna belongs to namelessorchid on artfight

Pandora belongs to Peach-heartsss on artfight

Maxine belongs to MaggieDuncan123 on artfight

Petunia belongs to Jyris on artfight

Zuly belongs to Xshinny on artfight

Mildred Ulysses belongs to @bancaishi

Audrey belongs to Saltycookie on artfight

Winnie belongs to Glitxhy on artfight

Asuriel belongs to @arcanegryphon

Apollo belongs to @bronykat

[nexadarling]

Trigun Explicit Recs!

So it turns out there are too many good fics in this fandom and I maxed out the amount of links allowed in a single post (it's 100 btw) so I decided to split the E rated stuff from everything else, cause it makes sense to me.

I offer you my list of smut! Most of which will also give you so many emotions cause what is Vashwood with out self-loathing and biblical references. I tried to tag all the authors who have tumblrs, but if I missed someone pls tag them/let me know!

Any fic that features "+" after the word count is on-going/uncompleted. As they finish, I will add the final word count.

Check the tags yall!!!

(Non-explicit rec page)

so i'll sing to the grave (put you back together) by desertblooms - 18k; Vashwood; E; Canon-verse; Wolfwood doesn't feel worthy to touch Vash, so Vash shows him that's not true

la petite mort by @babeyxiao-art and expertfool - 3k; Vashwood; E; Trimax; look this is just straight smut involving a gun. If you're not into that i would highly advise you do not read this. If you are tho..... it did something to my brain chemistry for sure

Trillium and Ivy by @shastafirecracker - 80k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU; Funeral Director Wolfwood; Garden Center Vash; Wolfwood works at a funeral home across from the garden center, and notices the cute co-owner; this one is a personal favorite it makes me feel insane if I think about it too long

you'll never get enough by tagteamme ( @phaltu) - 19k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU - Boxer/Gym; Wolfwood owns a gym that is under Nai's thumb, Vash is a regular at the gym and should be off limits; I have read this at least twice and it occasionally haunts my dreams

Within Us An Orchard by plumtoad - 13k; Vashwood; E; Vash is a sad plant boi, so Wolfwood cheers him up feat. fruit

Amarillo Sky by just_a_lil_shipmate - 15k; Vashwood; E; Cowboy/Angel AU; Vash makes Wolfwood realize maybe he's not better off alone

i’m here in search of your glory (there’s been a million before me) by @sascake - 22k; Vashwood; E; Post-Trimax fix it feat. Wolfwood's entire orphanage

Your Beauty Never, Ever Scared Me by Sacramental_Wine - 5k; Vashwood; E; Wolf shifter!Wolfwood (if you've ever seen Wolf's Rain it's like that); Vash helps an injured wolf, the next morning a man shows up at his door

if you were church (I’d get on my knees) by iokanaan - 18k; Vashwood; E; T4T; Actual Priest Wolfwood, feat. trimax Vashwood as guardian angels (I have no excuse for this one but it goes really hard)

someone to last your whole life by catchatter ( @needlab7) - 73k; Vashwood; E; Post-Trimax fix it, with deep attention to the realities of mourning and what it means to have mourned someone who is no longer dead; genuinely one of the most beautiful things I have ever read

to control against the pull by catchatter ( @needlab7) - 13k; Vashwood; E; A/B/O; "Wolfwood tries to help out the bro and gets consumed with The Longing"; It is my personal mission to make everyone read this. Please, even if you don't like omegaverse just give it a chance I am begging you

CAUSE OF DEATH (See instructions and examples) by neatrogenous ( @floofyfluff) - 39k; Vashwood; E; Post-Trimax fix it, but Vash runs faster than the Flash from every single Emotion he's ever had (body horror cw for the first chapter)

Gun Barrel Red Hot by varelsen ( @cloudstrifing) - 17k; Vashwood; E; plant heat plant heat plant heat plant hea-

Strange Powers by @tenshinokorin - 5k; Vashwood; E; they accidentally get high and fuck about it; I laughed my ass off reading this, pls, it's so good

when your stitch comes loose by @starkillling - 4k; Vashwood; E; Vashwood's relationship with Vash's wings

End Racism in the OTW | a kind heart to haunt by littleghost ( @ghostlandtoo) - 20k; Vashwood; E; Cowboy/Western AU; Wolfwood is an outlaw, Vash left that life a long time ago and doesn't want to get wrapped up in it again

you tear down my reason by halfdemonvash - 8k; Vashwood; E; .... trimaxVashwood/stampedeVashwood; yeah it's selfcest, i'm not sorry about it, it's so fucking good

Bind Your Faith in Scars and Tape by just_a_lil_shipmate - 8k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU - College; Vash pines after Wolfwood, and then properly falls for him when they're forced to spend time in the university greenhouse regularly; Meryl is my favorite

blood in the badlands by eviscerates - 34k; Vashwood; E; Vampire Vash/Vampire Hunter Wolfwood on NML; the Eye of Michael is a hunter group, Wolfwood is not supposed to have feelings for Vash

the sun is warm (i miss your smile) by mor (mornin) ( @bakubaji) - 12k; Vashwood; E; also Vamp Vash/Vamp Hunter Wolfwood but this time modern AU, and Wolfwood is independent instead of with EoM

you're a canary (i'm a coal mine) by PotatoButt ( @rubyredgh0st) - 32k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU; Zoo keeper Vash; Orphanage Worker Wolfwood; Wolfwood brings his kids to see the tomas show, but sometimes he comes alone to watch the cute handler; Brad is so protective here I love him actually

The Lighthouse by EloFromMars - 51k; Vashwood; E; Lighthouse guy Wolfwood; Eldritch Horror Vash; legitimate lovecraftian level eldritch horror but like.... Vash is still a baby girl and Wolfwood is still into it; honorary mention for Kuroneko

try my hardest (if you ask me to) by nbagenda - 15k; Vashwood; E; the team stays at Ship 3, and Wolfwood has Feelings about everything being so clean (and so much gay panic about Vash); this one uses he/they interchangeably for Vash which I really really love

water supply by outdoorcats - 9k; Vashwood; E; they get wine drunk and get like emotionally horny

perfect world by outdoorcats - 8k; Vashwood; E; sequel to above fic; less drunk but more (beautifully) emotional; "What if we ran away and got married" vibes

today, and all of the days by @pushclouds - 24k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU; Vash owns a donut shop, Wolfwood owns a smoke shop/bar; Vash doesn't realize they're definitely dating

My Body's Moving Into Retrograde by Sacramental_Wine - 3k; Vashwood; E; Wolfwood makes Vash want something for himself for once

dance in our catastrophe by @pushclouds - 28k; Vashwood; E; Post-Trimax fix it; Wolfwood and Vash are stuck in a safe house together, what could possibly go wrong?!; Wolfwood's inner monologue in this is so delightful and sad

welcome to the beautiful place by @pinklicour - 7k; Vashwood; E; Vash watches Wolfwood interact with a kid for too long and has Feelings about it, turns out Wolfwood feels the same

i think that we should go and get you out of here by molotovhappyhour - 39k; Vashwood; E; Exorcist Wolfwood AU; Wolfwood travels to July to help rid them of a haunting that's taken root there for years, Vash is, of course, at the center of it

I'd Get Rid of the Sun in Favor of the Moonshine by FlowerFed - 22k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU - Coffeeshop/Cafe; Milly asks Vash to vouch for her ex so he can get a job at the same cafe as him, Vash meets a handsome stranger at the beach; surely there is no connection between these events...

Trial and error by Anonymous - 10k; Vashwood; E; Vash has freaky plant parts and is pretty sure he can't orgasm, but he's happy to be with Wolfwood however he wants! Wolfwood is determined to prove Vash wrong; Literally cannot get enough of unconventional, incompatible plant stuff for Vash, so this was very fun

Saturdays at 6 p.m. by maginot - 42k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU; Vash reaches out to professional Dom Wolfwood to ask if he's taking on new subs. Wolfwood realizes he's fucked as soon as Vash walks through his front door; Okay yes this is kinky in the sense that it is an actual, structured BDSM relationship, but it's actually not the kinkiest thing on here??? It is absolutely delightfully spicy and sweet though. And watching Wolfwood fall apart about actually falling for Vash is so fucking GOOD; also vash's pain kink has me on the fucking floor dear god

when I picture you by @pinklicour - 5k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU - College; This is just a silly little fic about Vashwood hooking up, but Wolfwood's pining is so precious and I've reread the scene where they actually become a couple several times cause it makes me so happy

a tide of tender mercies by @gloriousporpoise - 23k; Vashwood; E; Wolfwood and Vash are on the run after July, chasing bounties; Wolfwood finds himself in a bad way without his serum and gets taken care of (ha, take that, WW!); I'm a sucker for Wolfwood pining hoplessly after Vash and this is just the perfect mix of pining and his snark

sugar rush by corvidcaper ( @not-miss-marple) - 42k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU; Vash owns a candy shop; Friends with benefits to lovers; Everyone knows their dating except the two of them, and goddamn does Wolfwood try to keep it casual; Spoiler, it is anything but casual lol

At the Top of the World by Insomniac_with_dreams - 35k; Vashwood; E; Cowboy AU; Wolfwood follows a help-wanted ad and finds himself at the Saverem ranch for the summer. He gets... more than he bargained for; God above please read this it's so beautiful and heartfelt and wonderful and they love each other so much fuck

four suns by Joelene - 31k; Vashwood; E; Trimax Vashwood and Tristamp Vashwood meet in the middle of the desert!!; This is genuinely very cute as well as hot, I reread this immediately after finishing it lol Trimax Vashwood being competitive and then getting lost in themselves is so precious; Wolfwood begging will always be my downfall; They all fuck, but they don't fuck each other. Like each version Vashwood stays together. They do all make out with their own alternative versions, so do with that what you will I guess

Strawberries & Cigarettes by Umbr_el_on - 71k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU - Tattoo shop/Flower shop; "No, seriously, Livio, it's just casual, it doesn't mean anything, stop"; several days later: *calls Livio crying about how much Vash makes him feel*; and that's it that's the fic; I like that they're both broken and fucked up here, and they make mistakes and piss each other off, but they continue to choose to try together. It just makes me really happy. They aren't perfect but they're perfect together

Daylily by @needlesknives (bakusboi) - 10k+; Vashwood; E; Modern AU - Tattoo shop; Vash comes to Wolfwood wanting to get his scarring covered with tattoos, Wolfwood realizes this project entails a lot more than he anticipated. In several ways

Ascension Day by farseersfool ( @birdadjacent) - 26k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU (but still Plant powers); Wolfwood is a hitman hired by Nai to protect Vash. Surely keeping his mark as close as physically possible is only the logical thing to do. Right? Right.

Holding My Breath by @nekotachis - 9k; Vashwood; E; Canon-verse; Vash tells Wolfwood he's never been on a date, so Wolfwood takes him on one. Feelings are definitely not had during said date

sun comin' up by amaiyo - 23k; Vashwood; E; Mermaid AU; Modern AU; Wolfwood is a priest assigned to a tiny island, and sometimes he stands on the pier at night to listen to the strange songs on the ocean wind

you'll leave me lonely at best by @procrastinating-bookworm - 3k; Vashwood; E; Post-Badlands Rumble; You know the fucking drill, it's time for some widow Wolfwood reunion sex; God I love the way this fandom explores the hell Wolfwood went through before Vash pops back up like "Jk guys, I'm not dead!"

Long Goodbyes by ChenamaReel - 17k; Vashwood; E; Trimax; After the Arc and before the orphanage, Vash and Wolfwood talk about the what-ifs of the future. With the knowledge of their respective missions, their normal flirting banter turns to something more real

song of solomon 4:7 by ellisisntreal - 68k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU; Trans Vash; A cute new neighbor moves in across from Wolfwood, one who he quickly realizes is the hottest DILF ever and exactly his type; listen. LISTEN! This is so good, Vash's kid is 13, so he's old enough to be funny and snarky, Vash and Wolfwood's banter is amazing, and scenes with all three of them (and eventually Livio) are actually so funny I was wheezing. Idk how you write dialog so real and hilarious, but I had a grand fucking time

I know I'm gonna die of this by @orcelito - 13k; Vashwood; E; T4T; Vash doesn't like to be touched during sex. He does, however, desperately want to fuck Wolfwood. Wolfwood shows him exactly how much he appreciates it; THE Strap Fic; the fact that this is part of a series based on Nothing But Thieves' song Impossible has me incredibly fucked up; Nico, darling, thank you for writing this, it was delightful

Nothing Left to Hide by GGumdrops - 7k; Vashwood; E; Wing fic wing fic wing fic; Vash is clearly uncomfortable but doesn't want to tell Wolfwood why. When he finally convinces Vash to show him, he preens his wings for him

geoplant medicinals by @avoidingavoidance - 11k; Vashwood; E; Tristamp; Wolfwood accidentally gets soooo fucking high. Vash joins him and they have some frankly awesome sex; Wolfwood spends this whole fic being sickeningly in love with his boyfriend and thinking about how pretty Vash is and I love it

with the same sweet shock of when Adam first came by feelingfoxylmao - 12k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU- BDSM Scene; Wolfwood fucks up at the BDSM club and Vash (consensually and pre-scripted) teaches him his lesson; Dom Vash, Sub Wolfwood, Vash makes Wolfwood bark, what more could I possibly say to make you want to read this??? It's wonderful; slight secondhand embarrassment warning for the beginning where Wolfwood fucks up, but it's worth getting through, trust me

like the holding of hands (like the breaking of glass) by @flowercitti - 10k; Vashwood; E; Tristamp; Vash wakes up after the sandsteamer and faces Wolfwood's full knowledge of his inhumanness; (spoilers WW still thinks Vash is beautiful)

Little Pieces of the Nothing that Fall by starkstateofmind - 5k; Vashwood; E; Tristamp; it rains and Vash manic pixie dream girls himself into bed with Wolfwood; i kinda stared at a wall for a little after reading this, it's really beautiful I might also be a manic pixie dream girl

Sing Pretty Melodies on the Motel Bed by @amphetamine-keen - 5k; Vashwood; E; Trimax vibes; Wolfwood convinces Vash to try a vaginal plug; this is just smut but I did read it at least twice. idk what that says about me, but it does say that it's a good fic

Wildflowers by @shastafirecracker - 103k; Vashwood; E; Dark Fantasy AU; cottagecore; Trans Wolfwood; Wolfwood is sent to kill the Beast Lord of the forest and gets far more than he bargained for; dear fucking God please read this holy shit I cannot overstate how good the world building is

in the woods somewhere by halfdemonvash - 42k; Vashwood; E; Fantasy AU; cottagecore; Vash finds Wolfwood injured in his forest and takes him to his home to nurse him back to health. Wolfwood... kinda really loves it. Even if he wasn't entirely there on accident

waking up in vegas by kae_karo - 17k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU; They wake up married to each other in Vegas after a night they barely remember. They try to track down the chapel they got married in, but kinda don't wanna undo it by the end of the day

laughter lines by @beesinspades - 21k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU; Ace Vash; Grey Ace Wolfwood; Knives sends Wolfwood to bring Vash back to him. Vash doesn't want to go. Wolfwood kind of doesn't want to make him; crying go read this i love it so much all of Bee's stuff brings me such joy

Pillow Talk by fantasy_stupid - 47k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU; Nai sends Wolfwood to secretly trail Vash and make sure he's safe while Nai is gone. Vash clocks him immediately and they try to make the best of it; bodyguard Wolfwood you have my heart and soul

Citronella by @canyondotcom - 58k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU; Vampire AU; Creature Vash; Woodworker Wolfwood; Wolfwood wakes up in the middle of the night to something--no, someone on his porch. Against his better judgement, he lets them in... Things get... Interesting; Uuggggghhhhh God this is so good I love creature Vash and the vampire lore is so unique and non-traditional I love it so much

take my breaking heart (and tear it all apart) by johnnyfucksup - 12k; Vashwood; E; Wolfwood tries not to let himself want. Enter Vash, who ruins those plans

just a holy fool by @avoidingavoidance - 19k; Vashwood; E; Tristamp; Wolfwood is so upset about how much of a soft spot he has for Vash and Vash somehow makes it worse all the time always; sure Wolfwood, we all believe that you're annoyed with Vash and not stupidly in love with him

A Step By Step Guide to Love and Peace, Written by Vash Saverem (Co-Authored by Friends, Family, and Nicholas D. Wolfwood) by calandos - 71k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU - Fleabag; Trans Vash; Priest Wolfwood; It's fucking.... it's a fleabag AU idk how much harder I call sell this I clicked immediately when I saw the tag; yeah, it has the confession scene; this made me want to cry. I may have actually cried; god I relate to Vash so much

Late Night Confessional by ValiantRose ( @sleepyartcryptid) - 12k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU I think?; Trans Wolfwood; Priest Wolfwood; Vash comes to confess his sins... the fic then earns it's place on the explicit rec list

giving in to your fever touch by honeyseeking - 46k; Vashwood; E; Trimax/98; Wolfwood finds Vash as Eriks and gives him three days to make up his mind; *violently shaking this fic* it's so full of emotions

I'm not a Psycho (I'm Just Trying to Get Laid) by @inkfishie - 34k; Vashwood; E; Tristamp; Various times Vash and Wolfwood have... encounters. Feat. Vash's emotions and awkwardness; this is so cuteeee

in love with my own sins by spicecandy ( @gaycowboyjesus) - 15k; Vashwood, Vash/Vash, Wolfwood/Wolfwood; E; Trimax VW meet Tristamp VW; listen the everything between everyone is so good but the romantic tension between Tristamp VW is so cute

Give Me Mercy No More. by hollyleighannee ( @wytchsbrew) - 14k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU; Bodyguard Wolfwood; During a sandstorm, Vash spends a special night with his secret boyfriend; OH MAN OH GOD WOW; first of all this Wolfwood... I gotta go sit down for a second, damn; the sex is hot, but the emotions are hotter Wolfwood is so careful to give Vash everything he wants and cares so much they are both so in love; Holly your fics give me so much joy, I'm so sorry for decimating your notifications

a softer world by Harubo ( @helloharubo) - 2k; Vashwood; E; Modern AU; Painter Vash; Doctor Wolfwood; Reincarnation vibes; Wolfwood has regular dreams of Vash where he's covered in scars and full of a deep, aching sadness. When he wakes up, he needs his husband to reassure him he's still in one piece

Where The Delicate Stops (Show Me) by @nexadarling - 10k; Vashwood; E; Trimax; Creature Vash; Predator/Prey; Wolfwood sets off Vash's competitive nature and gets chased through the woods. He likes it more than expected; shameless self-plug, I'm just real proud of this one

save a horse by ofxanadu - 37k+; Vashwood; E; Western AU; Trans Vash; Wolfwood saves Vash from getting mugged by the Badlands Gang and has a night so memorable he's hung up on it for almost a year when Vash shows up again; i cannot even put into words my thoughts on this fic I'm just making feral sounds about how much I love it

la vache! by @skittidyne - 28k+; Vashwood; E; Modern AU - Sex Work; Sex Worker Vash; Trans Vash; Wolfwood needs to learn French very quickly since he promised Livio he would. He finds his solution in Vash's... unique way of teaching (it might involve dildos); I'm rabid over the fact there are not more chapters of this

honeysuckle red by @beelzebby666 - 43k+; Vashwood; E; Modern AU; Line Cook Wolfwood (yes it's important shut up); A one night stand turns into Wolfwood spending so much time with Vash and his fucking garden (why does he like bees so much I love him????); Wolfwood just wants to be kept. He just wants to be kept!!!

If you know me no you don't!

Come tell me your opinions about all of these my DMs are open I promise

[wonryllis]

、ㅤ🪷 ⋆ ࣪ 午 MY LOVES (MOOTiEs) ᵎᵎ ✶ 𝐒𝐅𝐖 so srry for the tag.

THERE'S NO SPECIFIC ORDER,, IF I MISSED SOMEONE IM SO SORRY IT WASN'T INTENTIONAL JUST PLS LMK ASAP ILL ADD YOU!!

@jaesvelvet ( cha ) my soft corner, love her so much and miss her so damn much all the time talking to her is healing

@seungstarss ( sei ) my first ever fan turned bestie :( miss you babes,, i literally survived half my time of tumblr becuz of her

@maiverie ( mai ) the humour goddess, fics are top tier plots filled with crack you never gonna find another like her, my second bestie <3

@luvhyun3 ( kana ) my love who is almost never on here anymore but i still love her, we're in long distance atm pls understand.

@hoes4hoseok ( piper ) her brain, brains so hard, the creativity is off the charts and so underrated like people are blind if you don't know her.

@ctrlemis ( art ) bestie who's perhaps as crazy as me if not more, we had a super talking stage but our situationship is kinda off rn :( miss you

@jangwonie ( fae ) she's my baby don't touch her. a pretty little sweetie angel, so caring, mwah :3

@nyukyujs ( kya ) the sweetest purest person ever like the most beautiful angel inside out! taught me so much about spreading love and positivity

@heecyon ( bee ) she's my wife, i love her a lot but we haven't been talking for a long while now, if you see this beebee i miss you a lot let's catch up wyf.

@koishua ( vienna ) didn't talk a lot but i love loved her works, it was everything, sad she left but it's a part of life.

@boyfhee ( caelin ) the reincarnate of shakespeare? hello? and so sweet and humble too a literal babe. period.

@www-jungwon ( elena ) another one i haven't gotten dirt on yet,, soon though. she's my high achiever mate who writes cute masterpieces

@okwonyo ( jiah/bambi ) always sending suspicious anon asks +_+ and making it so obvious omg she's an amateur baby

@eeunoia ( psyche ) the prettiest sunghoon girlie of all time, the most talented, and lastly my idol that's i'll never roast or dig up dirt on ☆‿⁠☆

@leaderwon ( luna ) another baby of mine that i absolutely need to protect. she be so me can't let her end up like me damn.

@tyunni ( may ) we not that close but i love her account and i love her works and i love her vibes so bingo! riki to my won.

@jjunae ( kae ) hold on for a little im busy finding pick up lines for this gorgeous right here,, let my rizz not fail

@stariekis ( uri ) an angel who showed up one day and took me to her hometown where i found out i was the lost angel from their village. oh.

@lheebra ( dani ) my dear little love who will always have VIP passes to my blog. a sweetpie with limitless talents!

@isoobie ( ri ) she's a student of how to do it like yeonie school and lemme tell you, she's an ace already aimming for the top spot, beware.

@fakeuwus ( nic ) uwu uwu uwuuuu uwuu uwu uwuwu uwu uwu uwuwuu (she's my uwu who understands my uwu language, my uwu soulmate)

@lilyuwon ( yev ) one of the first persons i talked to on this blog, and im so glad we still do, love interacting with her and absolute lovely being!

@ms-no1kpopstan ( mickie ) cutiepie who's such a sweetpea, haven't been talking for long but she's really nice and supportive, adore her :3

@theyluvvaubery ( ? ) haven't been able to interact or talk much but she's a sweetie!!

@sainns ( anna ) my fellow sunghoon hoe keeper, we are protecting him from the locals who always ask for him. we gatekeep and share!

@stwrjvke ( ash ) she boops as much as she loves and guess what she booped me infinite so.. i bewitched her at my annual royal ball.

hmu if you wanna be mutuals/frnds im always up for it!

MUTUALS I HAVEN'T TALKED TO BUT WOULD LOVE TO!

@sjyuns

@kareyuns

୨ৎ . . 𝓂o𝐨𝐭 𝓰a𝗺𝗲s ᵎᵎ

moots in prompt generator with bias and i rate them.

moots as tropes assigned with any idol.

moots as kpop idols they'd be.

moots as songs, webtoons and who'd be travel buddy + sibling vibes

moots as favorite drinks.

moots as kpop songs.

moots on the level of delulu-ness.

moots in winx club.

moots as tropes they suit. (2)

moots as kpop idols i see them as. (2)

[bekolxeram]

I honestly think it's nothing personal. Someone just saw your post and felt pity because the writers often don't do this much research when it comes to the show, so OP and those reblogging the post probably thought you'd do yourself a favor if you stopped obsessing over the timeline. What they failed to notice, though, is that this is not really the focus of your analyses; you don't care about the timeline, you care about the aviation stuff. It's your passion so it's normal that you want to see it represented well or at least somewhat believable in the show. This is not a crime.

If you worry about potentially irritating people, you could always add a disclaimer on top of the post that this is just an info dump about the real world, but the show ultimately does what it wants to do so no one here should feel obligated to subscribe to your theories.

I think there are a lot of people actually appreciating your input to our fandom, but there will obviously be some who don't care and get irritated. It's normal. I get irritated all the time when I scroll on my "For you" page here on Tumblr just because people headcanon Buck and Tommy in a way that I don't. That shouldn't stop them from writing what they want, though. It just says that I'm not their target audience. I think the same's with you. If someone's really this annoyed because you write about something you're passionate about and it collides with what they believe to be true, let them. Add a tag that they could block if they don't want to see it. But don't let them dictate what you write about.

Sorry, this got really long, but I really want you to know that it's okay to be yourself here, even if some people don't appreciate it. There will always be those who don't, but there will also be those who do. I think your input is great for fanfic writing purposes at least. If you help just one person with your knowledge, I think it's enough to feel satisfied. Also, if Buck was real, I bet that your blog would be one of his favorites because he could actually learn some cool stuff about his boyfriend's profession.

Ultimately, this is your mental health and no one here can force you to do something you don't feel comfortable with. If their comments made you feel like you shouldn't impose, it's a shame but if helps your mental health it's fine. I'll miss your analyses and I'm sure plenty of people will too. But we'll have to accept it because there's a real person behind this screen and their comfort should be prioritized on this blog. But if a part of you feels like you don't want to stop, please listen to it before you make this decision and remember that it's okay to be fully and unapologetically yourself.

I actually love long posts. And this is so lovely, I teared up a bit reading it yesterday, so thank you.

I think you put into words very accurately what I wasn't able to. I made my first ever post the day 7x09 aired. (It was actually my 30th birthday.) Something happened that week, a Singapore B777 encountered severe turbulence over Myanmar, injuring 104, killing 1. The media immediately pointed out the jet "plunging 6000 ft in 3 minutes" using FlightRadar24 data. I'm not talking about tabloids, I'm talking about BBC, Reuters, Al Jazeera, reputable news agencies. Aviation experts contacted the media upon reading the articles and told them a descent rate of 2000 fpm is actually standard, more so when there are injured passengers in need of urgent medical attention. Even then the media didn't walk back their sensationalized statements until a week later. That combined with the widespread attention Boeing has gotten after the MCAS scandal and the door plug blowout earlier this year, this kind of clickbait-y reporting with numerous misconceptions always gives me the ick.

Then, as you remember, the tide on BuckTommy turned drastically around that time, when a subsection of the fandom realized Tommy was staying. And that's when I started seeing takes like he only "drove the helicopter", Hen was the hero, Tommy did nothing and didn't deserve a medal. As you can see I was already in that mindset, being irritated by aviation misconceptions, I really wanted to hit back with my measly little knowledge about flying. I was already seeing people over here getting annoyed by the constant negativity and fighting, then I had an idea, why not try explaining the 5 years vs 7 years at Air Ops conundrum by bringing the intensive training for LAFD pilots into it? I mean, the introduction Tommy gave Buck during the Harbor Tour was lifted verbatim from the real LAFD website. The writers didn't even have to google the "training takes 2 years" part, it was on the same page, they just had to scroll down a little and read a few more lines.

I just thought it would be a fun little hc/potential background story for Tommy, showing how hard it is to be a firefighting pilot. On top of that, competency and dedication towards one's goal is just super hot. Even the CAL FIRE air tanker stuff I wasn't trying to persuade others that the invisible string theory is wrong. I just saw and loved the idea that Tommy always "knows a guy". We only saw one example in canon of that, him being friends with the Las Vegas fights promoter, so I was like, wait, he knew a guy with CAL FIRE too! Maybe also sneaking in some fun facts about the power and danger of water dropping in an urban environment. I never intended to nitpick, I'm just trying to bring 2 things I love together. I mean real CAL FIRE didn't even start operating C-130 until last year, and I don't give a damn about it.

I wrote about my fear of one day being mistaken as one of the Tommy bashers because my current overfixation coincides with what the haters decide to fuss about that day. I saw pushback against looking too much into the timeline first 2 times I posted about Tommy's pilot career. As I said, I planned to keep writing about things I enjoy until the day comes that I unknowingly walk into the bear trap. Honestly, I feel like this time is it.

Like many BuckTommy enjoyers, I've been a little on edge since the hiatus started. We've got attacked, harassed and bombarded daily by a thousand different reasons Tommy supposedly won't be back for S8. Then I saw those planes, I saw that hangar, and I was so excited. I had so many ideas and speculations to play with. The 8x02 title came out, I finally got a couple aviation related asks, I was so pumped. I wasn't even thinking about CAL FIRE at the time, someone asked if it was possible Tommy flew that plane realistically, so answered it. And hours later, that post popped up, explicitly mentioning my theory, with 200+ notes. It was just... a little overwhelming.

I'm not even mad at those who think I obsessed over these things too much. I just... wasn't prepared for that. I thought, comparing to the months of bad faith discourse, I was just talking planes, helicopters and clouds, that should be quite tame? I did not expect it to be actually controversial. I just don't feel the same happiness nerding out about aviation in this fandom afterwards. Maybe I just need some time to process and perhaps tone it down? I don't know. I still have many ideas in my head and those asks in my inbox.

But once again, thank you for taking the time to read my ramblings. You have no idea how good that makes me feel.

[desceros]

@fidgetyfawn hi hi so i thought i'd go and give you a very brief tumblr beginner/early intermediate guide since i've also seen some other people around here that may find it useful!!

i'm going to assume you know little to nothing, and this post is good both for people who are just looking to find cool art/fic/whatever, or for people looking to post their own art/fic.

click on the readmore here and i'll give you a bit of a walkthrough for how to get things set up and how to start interacting with people, as well as some basic etiquette!

THIS IS A VERY LONG POST!! pro tip: if you're on desktop, you can use the J key to skip down a post and the K key to skip up. youre welcome

so first things first, when you log in, the first thing you'll see is your dashboard. this is where posts from people you follow will appear.

dashboard management

i can't remember if this is the default or not, but i highly recommend you change your dashboard (almost typed dachshund ATD counter: 1) to chronological order. you can do this by clicking settings on the left, then dashboard (ATD counter: 2) on the right.

personally, i uncheck the 'shorten longer posts' option since it cuts things too short, and further down you'll see the option that says 'best stuff first'. turn that shit off. you'll miss a lot of posts from people you follow if you have it on. actually, everything on that preferences section can get turned off. tumblr is designed to be more curated, and those are all options the staff added trying to emulate things like twitter. they suck. turn em off.

how to find blogs to follow

so now that you've got your dash set up, it's time to get some shit showing up!! you've already started off right by following me, so i can see you know how to do that much. but in case this post breaches containment, i'll put some tips here for people:

if you see people out in the wild that you like who link their tumblrs, go check em out. see if you like what they post. if so, you can follow them. this will put their posts on your dashboard, and they'll get a notification that you've followed if they have those turned on.

once you find someone you like, check out who they're reblogging from. go check out those blogs. see who they're reblogging. go check out those blogs. search for things that you're interested in, and click on the people posting into those tags (more on this later). eventually, you'll be following lots of people who post things that you like, and now you can start really curating your own posting experience.

some people will have a DNI (do not interact) linked somewhere. if they do, it's considered good etiquette to give it a look and make sure you're not gonna step on toes. some people will have a "blank blogs"/"ageless blogs dni" on theirs, or say they'll block you if you're a blank/ageless blog. this is because a lot of bots will have a blank tumblr, so it's a good idea to make some text posts or something saying IM REAL I PROMISE and you can have "i'm an adult"/"18+"/"(your actual age if you're comfortable with it)"/"(an approximation of your age, e.g. 20s, if you arent)" before you get too in the weeds on following people.

sidebar, once you're blocked, it's a bit tacky to go find that person on other platforms or go on anon and ask why they blocked you. just move on and don't take it personally.

how to post shit

these are the buttons that let you post new shit. when you make a new post, you'll get the post editor popping up. it's actually pretty cool, hot take, but here are the important things to know:

put your post in the spot. i'm using the text post one here since i post either fanfic or nattering. you can add links to stuff, change formatting, font colors, all that. i'm not gonna get too into the weeds on that since this is a beginner guide, but there are other guides on how to do it slash you should fuck around with it a bit yourself. i will, however, show you the details of the "post now" button

post now: posts now

add to queue: tumblr has a function where it will automatically post things in your queue. you can find it in your blog detail page, which you get to via account>[click on your blog name]>queue on the right. you can change how many per day go there. a lot of people will have a cutesy queue tag (eg "i love queue" or something punny like that) so your followers will know if it's a queued post or a regular one. this is cute, but not necessary

save as draft: if you want to keep a post for later but not publish it yet, you can save it as a draft. it's in the same place as your queue, but these will stay there until you post it yourself. i do this a lot for posts that i want to keep for their information, or to save art to post for when i'm trying to break up an ocean of asks. very cool feature

post privately: this will make it so that only you can see the post. just a warning though that anything that goes online will be seen by Someone, so i wouldn't put like. deep dark secrets or your ssn here or something. (<- does not use this feature at all hahaha)

schedule: you can have the post drop on a certain time on a certain day. fun for flashbanging yourself later, or reminding yourself of something, etc.

if you put something in your post, it will be "searchable" on tumblr. that means if you have a post saying "i hate tmnt rise" then people who look for "tmnt rise" may be able to see your post. just a heads up. you can make your blog not show up in search results, but if you're someone looking to be found (e.g. a writer trying to post, or someone trying to make friends, etc.) i dont recommend you turn that on. just be aware that if you post things talking shit, you might get some people trolling you. just block them and move on.

if you click into a post, this thing will pop up. this will allow you to add a picture, a gif, a link, an audio file, a video file, a poll, or a readmore break (shortens the post like i did with this one to make it less intrusive on someone's dashboard).

etiquette note: if your post is going to be on the long side, Especially if it's a text post (for me this is around the 650-700 word mark), put it under a readmore. it's really annoying on mobile to scroll through a bunch of text. also, if you're going to post nsfw (which i will remind you, WILL show up in the public tags!) either have some kind of nsfw tag, put it under a readmore, or both.

tags

on the bottom of your post, you will see the option to tag your posts. some people don't use the tag function at all. i use it religiously. tagging serves two functions: organizing your blog, and sharing your content.

on your blog, you can search posts by tag. this is the best way to search your tumblr, which has a notoriously terrible search function. if you ever want to confidently be able to find things again, tag them something you'll remember. i have a list here of tags i use as an example for some ideas.

secondly, tumblr has a function where you can see what everyone is posting under a certain phrase. you can find this by typing a phrase into the "search tumblr" bar in the upper right. this will largely be posts that are tagged by that thing, or have tags that contain that phrase. (e.g. if you search "tmnt" you will find posts that are tagged "tmnt" but also some that are tagged "donnie tmnt"). this is how you can find new people to find, and fun art to reblog, etc. search for things you're interested in, then go through the tag and find who looks cool.

you'll also find that some people (<- me) will "talk" in the tags. the op of the post Can See These!!! so don't say anything that's rude or that you wouldn't want them to see!!! but this is a holdover of tumblr etiquette from years ago when it was considered rude to reblog art, let's say, and put your thoughts about something in the reblog as its own reblog. the old school of thought is that it disrupted the "aesthetic" of the post, so you'll see a lot of people put their commentary in the tags instead. it's not as obtrusive, but everyone can still see it. there's a joke that your tags will "pass peer review" if someone screenshots them and puts them on the post while reblogging, but that's usually something you'll see on particularly funny posts or creative posts or that sort of thing.

reblogs vs reposts

you will come across people who have "no reposts" or "don't repost my art" in their description or on their blog or on their art. there's a lot of confusion for new tumblr people on what that means.

reposting means that you are downloading the art/fic/whatever, then using the upload function and creating your own original post.

reblogging is when you take the post that the person made, and clicking on the reblog button (third one here):

reposting things is BAD because it does not give the op original credit and it makes it look like you created the thing. reblogging is GOOD because it shares art/writing/etc with the people who are following you, and encourages community. the double arrows are what keep community alive!!

on that note, likes are functionally useless. that little heart there does nothing for artist engagement. while there is a tumblr algorithm, it's terrible, doesn't really work, and! we've already turned ours off in the beginning, remember? most people will have done this. liking a post doesn't put it on your blog, it doesn't make it so that you can find it later, it doesn't boost the op's engagement. likes do the two things and only the two things:

op knows you saw the post

tumblr puts it into one giant unsearchable pile of things you've liked

that's it! so if you like a post, consider reblogging it. add that fun commentary in the tags we talked about! this is a really good way to make someone's day.

etiquette note; you'll sometimes see people who say "no spam likes". this means that they don't like it when people go through their blog and just hit like on the latest posts over and over and over. it clogs up the notification feed and makes it harder to see the engagement that actually Means something, e.g. reblogs, mentions, replies, etc. i personally don't have an issue with it since you can filter those out if you're looking for something, but if someone asks you not to do it, don't do it. also, if you do it and suddenly find that you're blocked even if you've not done anything wrong, that might be why. some people just don't like it shrug.

how to make friends

tumblr is a social media site, and while it's possible to have a great time on your own just reblogging pretty art and great fics onto your page, a lot of the joy comes from participating in community.

there's a good post here i reblogged the other day for some details, but here are some basic things for a beginner to know:

you can send messages to blogs you like called "asks". you'll find the link to it on the left of the follow button on someone's blog, and a lot of people will have changed the wording. for example, mine is called "request a song." you can send people messages, anonymously if you wish, and tumblr will let you know when the person has answered your message. they may do so publicly (which i always do!), so make sure not to put anything there you wouldn't be okay with all of their followers seeing. don't be rude. but it's the best way to start talking with someone. and most people are very excited to get messages like this!! so don't be intimidated!!

there is a dm system. most people aren't going to have it available except to people they're following, and it has a bit more of an intimate feel than an ask. personally, i only use this function for my mutuals (people whom i follow who are also following me), and i'd be willing to bet that's a common mood about it.

replies: just like you did with the post you started, you can reply to text posts. the op will see it, and you can start talking about a post without having it appear on your blog. it's a nice way to communicate without clogging up your dash/blog, and you did so perfectly!

reblogs: we already went over this, but you can also just reblog posts. the person from whom you reblog will see what you say, and op will see what you say. etiquette here is not to reblog posts if someone asks you not to, and to tag longer posts as "long post" so people on mobile who have that limited don't have to scroll as long

talk to people! be friendly! ask them about their day. if it's an author, tell them your favorite part of their last fic. ask what the inspiration was for this part or that part. i get people sending me songs in that remind them of character moments, and that's fun! draw art of your favorite scene, then tag the author in it! (to tag people, use the @ symbol, then type their username, e.g. @desceros tags me).

find people that are posting the things that you like, follow them, reblog from them, send in asks off anon when they reblog little games asking for them, just. you know. be social. that post i linked has some good ideas if you need help.

if you're coming from ao3, go to the author's profile page. a lot of us have our tumblrs linked there. go to their tumblr. follow them. send in asks about their fics. you'll often find fun fanart, or wips, or that kind of thing!

anyway i think that answered all the questions you had, but you can ask if there's something specific you were looking for i didn't touch. hope this helps!! C:

[zerobaseonefics]

BLOOMING DAY

blooming day . . . day three

note . . . I FR STRUGGLED TO POST THIS IDK WHY TUMBLR DIDN'T LET ME???? RACIST BEHAVIOR IF YOU ASK ME . anyways 🥰 i've decided i'll try to post at least every friday. hope it's fine by y'all and you will enjoy this new chapter 🫶🏼 ngl the story starts kinda slow but things will get interesting soon 🫡

taglist open <3 (if you want me to add you, send an ask so i can make sure i saw it!!) . . . @cherriegyu @kpoprhia @vhshyk @hikyeom @mins-fins @juyomiao @dwcljh @invuwrld @beomibeom @sulkygyu @lycheae @huipinkhair @luvseok1e @haesunflower @big-uwu-stan @harus-simp @zhounauts @jiaant11 @articxari @jebiwon @mashihope @taerrrrrae @ilovechanhee @ahnneyong @seok02 @honghongbri @justemalove @mposkyje @zhanghaoed

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you really wondered why hanbin followed you on twitter after this. wasn't it clear you rejected him?

"i'm telling you, he likes being humiliated. the fact he deadass bought that bouquet was showing it", yujin said as she took a bite of her lunch.

"a normal person wouldn't try to talk to you again after you rejected them! what is wrong with him?", you said, agreeing with yujin.

"yeah, i really wonder why he would do that..." mashiro added.

in fact, mashiro was lying, she didn't have any questions about this. why? well, she's the one who told him to do so.

mashiro decided to tell her plan to hanbin step by step. her excuse was that she didn't want him to rush things, but the truth is that she had no plan and her idea was just to make things up little by little. plus, she wanted to toy with him a little. wasn't it the reason she was helping him? for her own entertainment?

you slightly jumped when you heard the sound of someone sitting at your table. that day, the cafeteria was kind of empty. it spring and the sun was shining, so people would rather eat outside then there. so, why would anyone seat at your table when there was plenty free ones? mashiro, sitting in front of you, was smiling in a way that meant no good. you watched as xiaoting greeted a boy you didn't know.

"it's been a while, hao!"

"i know!! since there's place at your table, i kinda dragged the boys so i could eat with you."

you frowned. the boys? zhang hao? you turned to see who just sat next to you, only to find hanbin. at first, you brain didn't get the information right, so you just went back to eating. however, when the realization hit you, your eyes widened. now you remember! xiaoting's close childhood friend is zhang hao. and you knew about hao and hanbin's relationship...

"hey", hanbin simply said with a fresh smile.

"why aren't you sitting next to hao?"

"because he's talking to xiaoting and i'll feel left out... and i'd rather sit next to you if i have the occasion to."

chaehyun coughed to hide the fact she was trying not to laugh at the scene taking place in front of her. you looked horrified and it was hard not to laugh at the face you were making.

"why would you suddenly come to eat lunch with us?" you asked hanbin.

"well, you know hao and xiaoting are good friends. he just wanted to hang out with her for a bit. he's kinda busy these days so he doesn't get the occasion to see her much. i guess he's gonna use the lunch time to stay with her more..."

it was all lies. well, only partly. sure, hao missed his friend, but he had plenty of time to see her only together. he was not busy at all. hanbin used him as an excuse to fulfill mashiro's plan.

after they all finished eating, hao was the first one to stand up to announce him and the other boys were leaving. your suspicious eyes followed the group as they were leaving the cafeteria, and you saw hanbin's arm sneaking around the chinese boy's waist. you rolled your eyes. you turned your attention to xiaoting, who was peacefully finishing her lunch.

"xiaoting."

"yes?"

"you're very close to hao, right?"

"yes! i've known him for years now, and our families are pretty close."

"and when do you plan on telling him that his boyfriend is cheating on him?"

the girls sitting around the table with you were shocked.

"hao has a boyfriend?" chaehyun asked.

"and he's cheating on him..?" yujin added, not sure of where that information came from.

"what are you talking about?" xiaoting genuinely asked.

"hanbin! you know he was flirting with me! that's one of the main reasons why i hate him, he's dating zhang hao at the same time."

xiaoting rested her face in her hands, sighing heavily. she was exhausted at how dumb you are. yujin's eyes were going to you, then back at xiaoting, then back at you again. she was just waiting for one of you to add something.

"y/n, hao and hanbin are not dating."

[authorspirit]

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I'd love to know what simmer has got you hooked right now! Please share what you're binge-reading on Simblr!

Share this with other simmers to get some recommendations on who to follow! Let's keep spreading some love! 💚

This list is going to be long. :') SORRY BUT NOT SORRY. And I'm sure I'll be missing people here.

There are a lot of stories I have started reading in the middle of it and intend to catch up the beginning of them. But I can instantly get hooked on so many stories, as long as someone puts "previous | next" buttons, I'm in danger of falling into a story's universe. (I also have the hardest time to follow everyone but I try to.)

@matchalovertrait (OF COURSE YOU) I still need to catch up before I met sassy toddler Dulce. I can't believe she's a preteen now. I do enjoy following people's legacy challenges and I like how I forget that it's one with how you really create your own storylines around the base requirements.

@ice-creamforbreakfast I'm not going to lie, I came for the CC, I stayed for the BACC challenge and I am now following the Romano legacy.

@gooretrait I really do love following legacy challenges. Also, console player?? It's also a good reminder of all the fun you can get without cc and mods, just very inspiring imagination-wise.

@eurosimmer breaks the fourth wall in her captions and it's hilarious to me. It's also a legacy challenge, but oh boy I forget it everytime.

@pleasanttaleswithkaityb completely changed my way of playing! (and also of sharing content on tumblr) I also have a soft spot for taking townies as a base, because we kind of all know the backstories for them a bit. (I say that and I never played Sims 2, just binge-watched Sims lore videos.) I love how people change their stories.

@ruthplaysthesims Talking about appropriating Sims townies and make them evolve, I LOVE Kaori's story. In TS4 we all know the lore is meh (with it being on supposedly another timeline etc). The Mt. Komorebi storyline is SO interesting, I really have to play in that world someday without ruining them all. And somehow, Ruth made it even more interesting! Like I already wanted to know more about them, now I'm looking for any little bit of detail referencing their childhood or something. Anyway I highly recommend, I love all the new stories she put out as well (Raina 💖)

@kamiiri Back to other Sims lore game, I LOVE Strange! I watched a LP of Sims 2 on PS very recently and somehow found Strange at the same time... The setting, the weaving of all the storylines together, continuing all of them together... I love it. It's also very cinematic I'd say? There's something in those screenshots, I love it.

@holocene-sims One day I saw a notification of them and next thing you know I was trying to read everything about Grant from the start on mobile (but it's hard to read on mobile so I have A LOT to catch up). So now I'm catching up the recent story posts! But as I'm writing this post, I know I have a lot to catch up already.

@cinamun Add it to the list of "I should really read the beginning of it but for now I'll just keep on trying to catch any post they make", Things Fall Apart's universe has really sucked me in and I really like how cinamun interacts with everyone! (I admit I am a lurker but I want to try this lemon pepper wings recipe someday and share them with all the readers.) Reading TFA really gives me the vibes of watching a daily evening TV show with my family: we did not necessarily watch since the beginning, we just one day started watching all together, and now we're eating dinner in front of it every night. (And of course sharing our reactions)

@havenroyals If you like some spice and love messy stuffs, you'll be served. I also really like the Gossip queen edits it's just such an interesting way to add variation to tell stories.

@theroyalsims In the same vein of the Gossip Queen edits, I really like how we follow the story of the royal families with articles about them and not from their direct point of view. (I'm also currently trying to guess who is getting married soon because I know there is a royal wedding soon among those sims.)

OK small pause because we've entered the royal simblrs that I follow. There are a lot, it's how I found the simblr community in the first place. One thing I have to say is that I love all the collabs people do, the way so many stories are interconnected through everyone's sim and I genuinely think it's a lovely community (even if I'm not part of it myself as I'm just a reader).

@sosa-royals is the first royal simblr I came across and read everything. The drama? I LOVED it.

@officalroyalsofpierreland After meeting child Maria Aisha I had to learn more about her family. I was not disappointed.

@funkyllama this inevitably led me to want to learn more about the Ionian Union and I really like the world building in general? Also those last edits? I love it.

@empiredesimparte of course there is the complete Europeansim on my list. I particularly enjoy reading in French sometimes when my mind just wants to rest from reading in English. I also love Hortense and everytime I see a big event in the story I would be like: "oh J'AI LA REF ! It really looks like in real life." (you are very talented at building). And in general, I really recommend the worldbuilding tag? Because I love it?

@anachrosims' @prydainroyals Talking about someone talented at building? Yeah, I still have to catch up from the beginning. But this one should be feasible as it is more recent? (I don't know, you're also a good writer, PLEASE tell me what you can't do.)

@nexility-sims Among stories that are easy to start digging in someone's universe, I would recommend reading 1992. Eventually I'll read the story it's a spin-off of and @/armoricaroyalty's story, but yeah. My list of stories to catch up is already long for now.

@trentonsimblr and @ardeney-sims I'm putting both of them in the same bullet point because I've been wanting to enjoy their stories for a while and only decided to fully commit when Between A Rock and A Hard Place started. Similarly to 1992, it can be enjoyed without having the whole back story but yeah. I'll definitely enjoy reading the back stories of main characters and "side" characters (which you see glimpses of in BRHP).

@thegrimalldis Very similarly to the previous bullet points, I started reading with a "spinoff", the prequel "Maximilian" rather than the main story after seeing the username a lot of times. I have since caught up the main story I believe, but I may have to reread to be sure. I also have to read the story of succession (because it's complete and I like complete stories).

@theroyalthornoliachronicles and if we have to go back in time, I would highly suggest Ali's story! Though I can't wait to see modern Thornolian generations? 👀 Also, I'm a reader from after Ali lost her blog and I would say now is the best time to start reading if you're like me and have a massive TBR pile, since we're at chapter one!

OK I think I had most of my currently followed stories. I'm 100% missing people but I will try to reblog more of people's stories so you all can see what I'm reading at the moment!

Did this post take me two hours because I'm catching up on reading WHILE answering? Yes.

[jazzycurls]

Meant to be

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Summary: It's a surprise 😉🤫

Warnings/Tags: Dark, Noncon, dubcon, mentions of suicide, arguing/raised voices, curse words, smut, (let me know if I missed something)

Recommended: Listen to The Weekend- Call out my name. Had it on repeat while I proofread this lol. Tumblr wouldn't let me add it to the post for some reason 😒

An: Hi you guys! I'm new to writing of any kind. All feedback is welcome, be gentle please haha. Please do not steal or copy my work. Don’t repost without credit. This is my written work, everything besides the characters and plot points by the original writers, belongs to me. Also this is a dark theme, please read the warnings. If this isn't your cup of tea, please don't read.

Word Count: 6,856

You're the queen of Hawkins High, there isn't anything you can't get or take if need be. With just a flutter of your lashes or a pout on your full lips and it's yours. It also didn't hurt that your father was the mayor of this town. The captain of the cheerleading squad, simply put, you run this school and everyone in it, well almost everyone that is. There was one, however, who refused to respect the rules of the social hierarchy.

You sighed as you looked in the bathroom mirror, you were flanked by a group of girls as you reapplied your lipstick.

"Are you going to the party this weekend?" Your friend Jessica asks you as she stares at her reflection in the mirror beside you.

"Nope," you reply with a pop of your lips. You cap the top of your pink lipgloss before tossing it into your bag.

Your response catches her attention, she turns to you with a hand on her slim extended hip. "Why not," she questions, one brow raised in confusion.

Annoyance flares within you at her questioning you. If it was anyone else you would've reduced them to a puddle of tears for the offense, but this wasn't just anyone, it was your closest friend. Not enough to be called a best friend but enough that you preferred her the others.

"I already have plans," you shrug, not feeling the need to explain any further. You turn and walk out of the bathroom, a small path clears through the group of girls surrounding you.

A frown forms on her face as she follows behind you but before she can ask you another question, the bell rings signaling the tardy bell. "See ya later hun, I gotta test in History today," you give air smooches before turning to the rest of the girls.

"Bye girls, I'll see you at lunch," you give them a small wave and a smile before heading to class. When you walk into your class it's five minutes past the bell.

"Sorry I'm late Mr. Breedlove, I was having a quick meeting with the cheer squad," you lie giving him a dainty smile. He doesn't say anything, only giving you a quick smile before asking you to take a seat.

Multiple people greeted you as you walked to your assigned seat.

"Hey y/n, I like that skirt," Lindsay Melton said with a wave.

"Thanks," you said giving a small twirl before taking your seat. You place your powder blue bag onto your desk, taking out your notebook and pink pom pom pen.

Soon after Eddie Munson strolls into the classroom after you've taken a seat. "Mr. Munson, it would be in your best interest to make it to class on time, you can't afford to do otherwise," he reprimanded.

Eddie stood at attention, giving him a salute "Yes sir," he replied with a sardonic grin. He walks over to his seat and sits down with a flop, which was directly in front of yours.

Eddie Munson was the bane of your existence. He made your life a living hell without even knowing it. It wasn't from him being mean or cruel to you, Munson didn't have it in him to be mean to a woman. He saved all of that for the men who made the mistake of taunting or teasing him but it was clear that he didn't like you. Plus the fact that you were in love with him made it so much worse.

Eddie was someone who didn't blend in easily, always drawing attention wherever he went, including yours. You hated when people bullied him, it wasn't something that you agreed with, contrary to what most people believed. Most assumed that you were a bully, but you never messed with anyone who didn't have it coming.

It also didn't help that you had every class with him. Which forced you to see him constantly every day. You pretended to take notes as you marveled at the curls that draped across his shoulders. Most men kept their hair in short vanilla looking styles. He was one of the few who went outside of the norm.

You didn't know what you liked more, when his hair was loose or when he had it in a bun at the nape of his neck. He had approximately seven beauty marks scattered across the back of his neck. You knew because you had counted them on more than one occasion.

You're not sure when you fell for Eddie, it may have been on your first day of high school. You were a lost little freshman and couldn't find any of your classes. He had escorted you to all of them, making himself late in the process.

It could've been in elementary when your parents were late as usual picking you up. You sat on the steps of the school alone as you waited for a ride. You were used to being alone so that didn't bother you.

Eddie Munson had walked out of the double doors of the school and had taken a seat beside you. He had a buzz cut at the time and wasn't nearly as tall as he is now but you still thought that he was cute and a nicer than most. You knew he was a walker so he had no reason to sit and wait with you.

When your mom had finally shown up, as you were getting in the car, you noticed him walking in the other direction. Those acts of kindness endeared you to him and you had never forgotten, keeping them tucked away safe in your memories.

The problem now was that you were popular and had been for a while, and it was a known fact that Eddie hated popular kids. So you had settled for admiring him from afar. Your eyes never strayed too far from him whenever he was near.

You had a plan though, a grand scheme to help you finally get what you wanted the most. You were going to confess to Eddie, tell him how you felt about him. There was a chance that your popularity could dip but it wasn't anything that a little damage control couldn't solve.

It was a known fact that Eddie stayed in the woods by the benches after school. If anyone wanted to score, all they had to do was go to that area. If anyone saw you, you could just say that you were buying from him.

A little smile formed on your face as you doodled hearts onto your notebook. All would be as it should be in due time. With a shake of your head, you looked towards your teacher and began to take notes.

♡♡♡♡

You were just getting out of cheer practice and were headed to the woods behind the school. After making a pit stop at the bathroom you were on your way. It had taken almost five minutes along with your iciest glare in order to convince your friends that you didn't want to hang out after school.

A gust of air blew around you as you headed into the dense woods. Fall was in the air, the leaves were molten-red, crunching under your sneakers with every step. After a few minutes, you made it to the small clearing where the picnic table was situated. Your breath caught as you saw Eddie.

He had yet to notice you as you stood off to the side and watched him. He looked so beautiful in the late evening sunlight. His head was tilted back as he blew a puff of smoke into the air, while his fingers tapped a beat against the wooden table.

You cleared your throat as you stepped closer. The spell was broken and Eddie instantly became guarded, the moment of peace was gone with the announcement of your presence.

"Hi," you whispered shyly, your heartbeat had increased significantly. You step over into his line of sight and move closer to him.

"S'up— what you looking for," he says in a monotone voice. He reaches behind him and grabs his metal lunchbox, sits it on his lap, and opens it.

"I— I'm not," you stammer over your words as your nerves continue to build. Your usual confidence has vanished as you approach Eddie. The speech you had prepared in your mind disappeared when he first spoke to you.

He looks at you with a raised brow, patiently waiting for you to finish.

You take a deep breath trying to steady your breathing "I'm not looking to score," you rush out.

His shoulders are tense as he looks around nervously. "What do you want then," he says coldly.

Tell him your mind screams as you just stand there. You focus on his big expressive eyes, so full of emotion, it's easy to know exactly how he is feeling. It's one of the things you love most about him. In the world you are from, no one ever shows their feelings, unless it's premeditated.

You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. Confusion is etched across his face as you begin again "I fell—," you stammered.

You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. "You got this," you tell yourself silently.

"I fell in love with you the day that I met you," you smile to yourself as you remember that day.

"Whenever I would feel lonely or scared, just thinking about you calmed me down and gave me comfort." You open your eyes to look into his "I want to be with you and I don't care who knows it." you say sincerely.

You smooth down your skirt as you gauge his reaction. His mouth hangs open in shock and his eyebrows have skyrocketed up to his hairline. Moments tick by as you wait for him to respond. You edge closer to him as you wait.

He chuckles in disbelief, which turns into a fit of giggles. "Not gonna lie you had me going there for a minute," he lets out as he attempts to contain his laughter. "Kay jokes over princess," he snarks sarcastically.

"I got better shit to do than to be the source of entertainment for you and your minions." His tone is harsh and full of bite as he glares at you with contempt.

Your heart had dropped when he had first begun to laugh. The thought that he was laughing at you had caused your heart to crack.  But it was okay! He only thought that you were playing some sick joke on him.

"Of course he does," you thought to yourself sighing in relief. You lifted your eyes to him, holding his gaze. "This is no game, Eddie. I love you, with all of my being," you assert.

He looks at you his eyes are wide, finally taking you seriously. "Wow," he says as he looks away scratching at the back of his head. "Jesus Christ, you're really serious aren't you?"

You nod as you move again toward him, finally standing directly in front of him. Your knees are inches away from his, all it takes is one more step and you would be right in between his legs.

He clears his throat nervously, his Adams apples bobbing up and down in his neck. "His neck is so long and thick," you think absentmindedly. "Focus," you scold yourself as you once again get lost in your thoughts.

"Um, I'm flattered, I really am. I mean, shit, who wouldn't want the queen of Hawkins as their girlfriend," he says nervously, avoiding your eyes.

"But," you say when he takes too long to continue.

"I like someone else," he explains with sympathy in his eyes. "You're a great girl and all but you're not my type," he adds.

Your heart begins to crack again. "Not your type," you say incredulously.

"Yeah you know, popular," he tells you as he waves his hand.

You stare at him in shock, this was not supposed to happen. He was supposed to accept you, to realize that he loved you too. You were supposed to be safe, wrapped up in his arms in a loving embrace by now.

"I can be whatever you want me to be," you state weakly. You know you sound pathetic but your desperation has kicked in, leaving you grasping for straws.

"I'm sorry darling, that's not how it works," he says with finality.

You stand motionless, your brain screams at you to do something. ''Show him how much he means to you,'' you think.

You step closer to him and straddle his lap unexpectedly. "I know this can work, just give us a chance" you murmur as you force a kiss onto his lips.

He breaks the kiss instantly as he pushes you off of him causing you to fall back onto the ground. Tears spring forward at the embarrassment, shame, and heartache you feel.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he says as he reaches a hand out to you. Pity is etched into his features.

You take his hand, relishing in the feel of his hand in yours before he pulled away. You dust off your skirt as you turn away, trying to hide the tears falling down your face. "Sorry for wasting your time," you whimper as you walk away hurriedly.

You don't look back, no matter how much your heart begs you to. By the time you clear the forest, you're composed, face clear of any remnants of tears. As you get in your car, you look in the mirror, finding your eyes void of any emotion.

Cranking up your car, you start the trek home, not a single thought on your mind.

♡♡♡♡

You're in your bedroom sitting at your vanity. You haven't moved from this spot since you arrived, which had been over an hour ago. When you had gotten home, the house was empty as usual.

Your parents were away on another one of there countless business meetings. When you were little you would always pretend that your parents were spys and that they were fighting their way back home to get back to you. That was a long time ago, back when you still held hope that your parents loved you.

Once again you were alone. The house phone had been ringing off the hook, more than likely it was your friends calling to talk to you about mundane bullshit.

Even though you had plenty of friends you still felt alone. No one ever checked on your well-being or ever asked if you were okay. Not even your so-called best friend.

"Finally," you had thought. You had thought that finally, you would have someone who would care for you and love you unconditionally.

Love— you couldn't remember anyone ever telling you they loved you. A humorless laugh escaped you as you stared in the mirror. Your eyes were red-rimmed and swollen from crying. ''Fuck this,'' you thought bitterly.

Who does he think he is turning you of all people down? He should've been thanking God the moment you told him. You grabbed the whiskey bottle and turned it up angrily. Your dad's liquor cabinet in his office was never locked and was always easy to access.

Usually, you never touched the stuff but today would be an exception. You also had raided your mom's bathroom cabinet. She had a variety of pills to choose from, so you just chose the bottle with the highest dose.

Between the liquor and the pills, you were feeling pretty good. You felt numb and disassociated from it all. Nothing mattered to you at this point, not even yourself. It was at that moment that you had an epiphany. You knew exactly what you needed to do, you just hoped you had the guts to see it through.

♡♡♡♡

Eddie sat in his room, staring up at his ceiling. Usually, he would be practicing a new song with his guitar or writing material for a new DND campaign. He didn't feel like doing anything at the moment.

He felt horrible about the way he had treated y/n. He hadn't intended to come off so cruel but a love confession was the last thing he had expected from someone like you.

It was true that you weren't his type but that didn't mean he wasn't attracted to you. Any man worth his salt would be, he just wanted someone with a little more substance.

Plus the fact he hated your kind. Rich, popular, good grades, and loved by all. You had everything, while he had nothing. He would be damned if he would be added to the list of things that you wanted and eventually got.

But with all of that said, it couldn't stop the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. Had he made a mistake? Maybe he should've given you a chance to explain yourself.

He had liked the person you were before you got popular. You were a shy and nervous little thing, alway smiling even though it never seemed to reach your eyes.

He sat up, rubbed the back of his head deep in thought. There was no sense in worrying about it now, what's done is done. Plus he was starting to get a headache from the constant thinking.

As he headed towards the kitchen, the ringing of the phone caught his attention. "Munson residence," he answered with a southern drawl.

Sniffles and whimpering could be heard through the phone "hello, who is this?" he said instantly worriedly.

"Is this Eddie?" a female's small voice replied on the other line.

"Yeah it is, is everything okay, is this y/n?" Eddie recognized your voice instantly.

"No, it's not. I thought that I could do this, I can't pretend anymore," you murmured.

"You can't do what anymore? What's going on y/n, talk to me please!" Chills began to run down his back as understanding started to dawn on him. He felt physically ill.

"I really did love you, ya know? I know it's hard to believe but I really did even though I tried not to. I tried so hard not to," You continued to ramble on incoherently not responding to him, only talking at him

"Y/N, what's your address huh? I'm coming now," he said. He slipped on his shoes and jacket, turning around quickly he jotted down your address before hanging up the phone and rushing out the door.

He hoped that it wasn't too late by the time he made it, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to you because of him.

♡♡♡♡

The first thing he noticed as he screeched into your neighborhood was how pristine it was. The hedges and lawns were immaculate and all the homes were at least two stories. "Of course," he thought bitterly

He turned into your driveway right beside your car, it seemed that no one else was home besides you. He hurried out of his car, running up the steps, and banged loudly on the front door. He peered into the windows noting that all the lights were off except for a bedroom upstairs.

After a moment had passed he cautiously opened the door and stepped inside. "Y/N, it's Eddie," he called out loudly. No one stirred within the home. He walked through the dark halls towards the only source of light upstairs.

Decorative paintings lined the wall and pieces of art sat perfectly atop expensive furniture. A shiver ran down his back, even though the house was beautiful, it felt cold and unwelcoming.

As he reached the top of the stairs he saw a light coming from under the door at the end of the hall. Seriously, he hoped you were okay but he was scared out of his fucking mind right now. He loved horror movies as much as the next guy but this was too damn much.

"Y/N," he yelled again softly as he walked up to the door. Your lack of response was adding to the feeling of terror right now.

He pushed the door open slightly, sticking his head partially through the door. It seemed to be your room as he noted Ji the light blue decor but you weren't in it. As he turned to the left, he noticed you standing behind the door holding a vase above your head.

"Hi Eddie," you whispered, your eyes looked dull and unbalanced. Your face was the last thing he saw before everything faded to black.

♡♡♡♡

You huffed out of breath as you finally managed to get Eddie's body onto your bed. Honestly, it was the hardest fucking thing you've ever had to do but years of cheer practice and exercise helped a lot.

You had tied him to your bed with some rope you'd gotten from the garage. Thanks to girl scouts, the knot you tied him in, he wouldnt be going anywhere.

As you sat on the bed beside him, you took this moment to admire him up close. His lashes fluttered softly over his pale skin, you noticed that he had tiny light freckles scattered across his nose.

Your hands ruffled through his soft curls. They were slightly frizzy but still curly and defined nonetheless. You moved from his hair to caress the side of his face. He stirred a little and you held your breath.

You didn't want him to wake up just yet. He looked so peaceful right now and you knew that as soon as he woke up, all hell would break loose. You leaned forward and laid a light kiss on his plush lips.

Your first kiss you thought dreamily. Contrary to what everyone believed, you were a virgin. Never had been kissed until now.

You always knew that you wanted Eddie to be your first. Your first love, first kiss, and your first time, albeit wasn't supposed to happen this way but destiny had a way of working itself out.

Eddie began to toss and turn, mumbling as he came to. You stood up, moving from the bed and waited patiently for him to wake. You wanted this to go as smoothly as possible, it had to.

He opened his eyes slowly in confusion. At first, he thought he was still at home in his bed and had dozed off. As he tried to move his arms he discovered that they were tied to a bed, by his sides. There was only enough slack so he could raise them to hover above his hips.

Fear seized his chest, panic began to brew in his stomach as he realized the severity of his situation. "Help!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Somebody, help me!"

A movement in the corner caught his attention, and that's when he saw you. "Oh my God Y/N, you gotta help me, please!" he cried out twisting towards you.

You stood there perplexed, it seemed that his mind had forgotten the events leading up to you knocking him out. "I can't do that Eddie," you stated softly. You walked over to your queen-sized bed, resting your hand on his knee.

He jerked away from you "why the fuck not!" he spat angrily.

You remained quiet, staring at him expectantly.

Suddenly, it dawned on him. You weren't going to let him go because you had done this. You had lured him here! The last thing he could remember was seeing your face before getting hit with something hard.

"Jesus Christ, what the fuck! Let me go you crazy bitch!" his voice raised several octaves in irate fear. His head unexpectedly snapped to the left, his cheek felt like it was on fire.

"Don't call me that, ever," she said, her voice low and laced with threat. Instantly her demeanor changed and her face was replaced with a sweet, concerned look. Her manicured hand stroked your cheek softly as she cooed.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to do that," she whispered. What was worse was that when you looked into her eyes, you actually believed her.

"What do you want from me?" You lifted your chin defiantly. She may have had you at a disadvantage but you refused to lose hope.

"It's simple baby— I want you, Eddie. That's all I've ever wanted," she replied with a small smile.

Your jaw dropped, "Was she serious? Did she kidnap you because she wanted to be with you?" you thought silently. Fear like you'd never known coursed through you. You were more scared than when you battled the Demobats in the upside down.

At least then you had your friends to help you. You were alone now, no one knew where you were and you hadn't left a note for your uncle or anything. You had to face the facts that this didn't look good.

You sat as you waited for him to come to terms with his situation. A series of emotions flashed through his big expressive brown eyes. Drops of unfallen tears dangled from his long lashes.

Your heart ached to comfort him but you knew he wasn't ready yet. His gaze finally turned towards yours with a determined look. He opened his mouth and began to scream. Your ears rang as he yelled and yelled for what felt like forever.

After a while he eventually stopped, he was exhausted and his voice felt hoarse.

"Are you done," you said after he had calmed down. "The rooms in this house are soundproof," you explained. "Plus even if they weren't, no one is here, nobody ever is." He shook his head before throwing his head back onto the pillow with a groan.

"Careful," you chided as you reached for him. You had treated the wounds on the back of his head thoroughly, he wouldn't have any bleeding as long as he was careful. "I don't want you to start bleeding," you explained as you peered at the bandages.

Eddie stared at you like you had two heads. How could you pretend to care about an injury you had caused in the first place? He shook his head "what's your endgame?" He needed to know where your head was at. Would you kill him no matter what or did he have a chance to survive this?

"It's simple, Eddie. Just love me and don't ever leave me," you whispered. You stood up from the bed and began to remove your clothes unhurriedly. Once you were done you stood in front of him unashamed, letting him gape at your body.

He could pretend all he wanted, the body could never lie and his body definitely wanted you. You leaned over him, keeping eye contact as you unbuckled his pants. You went to the foot of the bed and pulled his jeans off ungracefully.

Your breath hitched as you looked at the outline of his cock straining through his boxers. You climbed onto the bed beside him and he twisted away from you. "Don't touch me," he bit out.

You didn't seem to hear him, your eyes had glazed over as you stared at him in a trance. Suddenly you pulled off his boxers, throwing them across the room, leaving him in just his shirt and socks.

Minutes went by as you stared at him unabashedly, your eyes darting from his face to his cock and anywhere else that showed skin.

"You're so beautiful, Eddie," she murmured, peering up at you beneath her lashes. You could see the love shining in her eyes. Why was your heart beating so fast? Were you scared or something else? You held your breath as she leaned closer and closer to your cock.

Heat flushed through you as you grabbed him. A low moan immediately left his lips, making your head snap towards his. An embarrassed blush spread across his beautiful face as he turned his head trying to hide his face from you.

You could feel yourself getting wet at the sight of him. His cock was lengthy and had a heavy weight to it. Your mouth watered as you admired the veins that ran along the sides stopping underneath the head. Your hand fit perfectly around him, like he was made just for you.

Slowly you lowered your head taking him into your mouth. He bucked against you as he strained against the ropes. The taste was salty but not unpleasant. He tasted exactly as you expected him to, it was something you could definitely get used to.

You pulled back and peeked up at him. His eyes were trained on you watching your every move. It felt like this was your moment to prove yourself. Like the biggest audition for the best position.

You licked your hand and wrapped it around his base and pumped slowly. Your eyes never left his as you licked his mushroom head slowly, lathing it with your tongue. You silently thanked your friend Jessica for telling you about her sex trysts, without her you would've been clueless.

He bit his lip as he tried to contain his moans, he didn't want to give you the satisfaction of breaking him. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, trying to think or imagine something else.

You noticed his eyes were closed and decided to up the ante. With an inhale through your nose you pushed the rest of his length down your throat, gagging in the process.

A high unadulterated moan left his lips at that and he tilted his head back to you with hooded eyes. You bobbed your head as you felt your throat clench around him. You lifted your head completely from his cock before diving back down again.

You dragged your tongue along him as you lifted up, swirling around his tip before going back down again repeatedly. As you came back up you replaced your mouth with your hand.

Small pants left his mouth as he regarded you. So many emotions were etched across his features that it would take days to decipher them. You slowly scooted down to the foot of the bed and pushed his legs apart. For once he didn't resist, only watching with those vast eyes.

Taking your eyes from his, you lowered your gaze down his body to his balls. They were heavy looking with a line down the middle. You leaned onto your stomach and took one into your mouth sucking gently.

His reaction was instant "Jesus H Christ," he cried out in pleasure. He lifted himself slightly, straining against the ropes again. His wrists would be bruised later.

You caressed him with your lips and tongue leaving no spot untouched. You switched to the other side showing them equal attention as your hand still pumped him languidly.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he muttered. You released his sack from your mouth with a pop and took his cock down your throat again. You hummed as you felt spurts of cum shoot into your mouth.

You loved the noises he made, the space between your legs was soaked and swollen with need. He began to wine as you continued sucking his sensitive cock.

You smiled up at him as you ease your way up his body. He was completely relaxed, gusts of breath came and went as he tried to catch his breath.

You straddled him, pressing your center onto his softening length. Even though he had just come, he still felt heavenly. A sigh left you as you began to rock back and forth. Your clit twitched as you rubbed yourself against the entire length of him, coating him in your fluids.

"Oh Eddie," you moan brokenly. Your hands fly up to twist and pinch at your nipples, rolling them until they were hardened peaks. You began to move faster as you catch his eye.

It feels like your heart is in your throat as he watches you rub yourself on him. "Do you feel what you do to me, Eddie? Feels so good,  I'm so wet," you frown in concentration as your climax starts to build.

He nods his head yes, it's small but you saw it nonetheless. He's hard again and wet from the slick gushing from you. He throws his head back with a pained groan, the wound on his head still sensitive.

"Fuck," he mumbles, his words are low and drawn out. He doesn't want this, he chants those words over and over in his head as his hips grind up into yours.

He ogles your body, shame and pleasure at the forefront of his mind. He feels weak and vulnerable, but he also has never felt more alive. He's not a virgin by any means but it's never been like this. Nobody has ever responded to him like this and he isn't even in you yet! He's never been more turned on in his life and he hates himself for it.

You tilt your head back bracing your hands Aon his knees and thrusting your chest outward as you roll your hips. Your body jolts as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly. A sob escapes you as your core clenches around nothing as you cum.

Heavy pants leave your mouth as you try to catch your breath. With a sigh, you fall forward onto his broad chest. You focus on the sound of his heart. Its beat is fast and wild, thumping crazily behind his chest. "Eddie," you whine as he thrusts his throbbing cock against your sensitive clit.

A sly smile graces your lips as you lift your head resting your chin on his chest. "Someone's anxious," you chuckle as you trace the outline of his chest through his Hellfire shirt.

He turns red from head to toe, thoroughly ashamed. "It's okay baby— we're soulmates, meant to be. You wouldn't be able to fight it even if you wanted to," your voice is sweet and full of emotion.

Lifting your hips slightly, you slide down his length achingly slow. You're not even halfway down when you feel his tip meet resistance. You bite your lip, clutching at his chest as you push past it until you're deep-seated on his cock.

Pain ricochets through you making you whimper. You hold yourself still as you allow yourself to get used to him inside of you. Eventually, the pain gives way to a dull ache.

You rise slowly and drop back down with a smile. His chest rises and falls rapidly as you repeat the motion a few times. "She's so pretty like this," he thinks to himself. The pleasure he's feeling has his brain fuzzy, any and everything is running through his mind right now.

A low moan leaves his lips as you roll your hips sensuously against his. Your face twists with pleasure as your wet clit rubs against his patch of curls.

Unable to hold back, he snaps his hips up into your's earning a gasp from you. A small smirk frames his lips as he keeps up the momentum. "Fuck yeah," he rasps as he fucks into your wet cunt.

"Ed's, I'm going to cum," you sob as you bounce on his cock, holding onto him for dear life. Your eyes are on him as his gaze bounces back and forth from your face to your breasts bouncing and the thrusts of his cock into your cunt.

Every time you slam down onto him, the curly patch of hair at his base creates the perfect friction on your sensitive bud.

A gasp leaves you and your mouth hangs open as your climax hits its peak. Your bones turn to jelly as heat flows through your entire body making your toes curl.

"Fuck Y/n, so wet," he exclaims feeling your walls contract around him as you cum. Eddie follows behind you as he cums with a shout. Your name falls from his lips as his cock paints your walls white in spurts. Your walls continue to clench around him from the after-waves of your orgasm.

You lean forward again, resting your head on his shoulder. A yawn slips from your lips, sleep threatening to take hold of you. Sleep is the last thing that you want, you wish that this moment could last forever.

"So handsome," you think silently for the thousandth time tonight. Your faces are inches apart as you stare at his full lips. You hold your breath as you lean toward him. Your lips meet his cheek as he turns his head defiantly.

Rage flares through you as your heart breaks from his rejection. "Why won't you just love me!" you scream as tears streak down your face. You know you look unhinged right now but you're too hurt to care.

He shrinks back in fear, his eyes are big and wet, trying to desperately hold back his tears. "Oh God, is this how I die? Taken out by the captain of the cheerleading squad?" He would laugh if he wasn't scared out of his fucking mind. "C'mon, man up and be brave," he tells himself silently.

"He's scared of you. After all that, it still isn't enough," you think solemnly. You lean your forehead against his temple and kiss his cheek gently. "I'm sorry," you tell him softly.

You lean back from him and turn his head towards yours. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just— I want us to work so bad." You sniffle as you attempt to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

"Why do you want me? Why do you love me so much, when you could have anyone you want?" he asks, his voice low and raspy.

You slide off of him letting his member slip from you slowly. He hisses from the contact of the cool air. Hurriedly you throw the comforter over you two as you snuggle into him.

Just as he thinks that you aren't going to answer, you reply "I know you think I have it all Eddie, and in a way I do." "I'm popular, pretty, and rich, the world is mine for the taking."

You look at Eddie, seeing that his face is hard with resentment.  A bitter laugh tumbles from you "yeah I would hate me too."

You shake your head sadly "no one has ever told me they love me, not ever." "From as early as I can remember my parents were never here. If they were here it was always brief and then they would leave me with a nanny who saw me as only a job."

Your fingers play with the light patch of curls on his chest. "You were the only person to show any type of care towards me. Every day after school you would sit with me and keep me company, you never left until you were certain that I was safe."

You tilted your head to look up at him "with you I never felt alone," you whispered, a glowing smile spread across your face. "You're my light in this sea of darkness, even though we don't talk, just seeing you and being near you is enough to keep me afloat."

He didn't pull away as you slipped your fingers through his fingers "I love you, Eddie. I love that your heart is big and pure, even with all the Hell this town has put you through. I love how your unapologetically you and you don't give a shit who likes it or not. You're a good person Eddie, regardless of what these shitty hicks think of you and even though I don't deserve you, I love you anyways."

Your lashes flutter as you feel yourself dozing off. For the first time in your life, you feel safe, you're not alone anymore. "Finally, you have someone who would love you," you think as you drift off to sleep.

For the first time in his life, Eddie is stunned speechless. He never would have guessed the depths your love held for him. If he was honest with himself, besides his Uncle Wayne, no one had ever told him that they loved him either. He could sympathize with you on that.

Maybe he judged you too harshly, maybe he should've given you a chance. Was this really his fate, destined to be chained to you for the rest of his life? He desired and despised the feeling. He fell into a fitful sleep, where even in his dreams he couldn't escape you and he wasn't even sure if he wanted to.

♡♡♡♡

[recurring-polynya]

I often see posts on here about your Moral Obligation to Reblog (which I don't really agree with), but I don't ever see the argument that reblogging is fun and nets you followers. I love seeing stuff on my dash. I open Tumblr seventeen times a day in order to See the Posts. I like it when there are more of them. If I get a new follower, or someone reblogs one of my posts, I often go check out their blog, and if I like a high proportion of what's there, I'll follow 'em. It's cool to be a creator in a fandom, but liking stuff and being enthusiastic about stuff is a really important role you can have, too. I've only been on Tumblr since 2019, but even then, posts in my fandom seemed to circulate a lot more, especially older ones, and I miss that. People would just find something from a few years ago and say "HEY REMEMBER THIS? IT WAS SO COOL!" and I would think "I DO REMEMBER THAT AND IT WAS!" or maybe I hadn't seen it because new people join all the time. I don't care if I have seen a post eight times. I don't usually even mind if I see a post eight times today. I recognize your name and I think "oh ThatPerson liked that cool post, too!" If you add tags? Amazing. Fantastic. Instantly quadruples the chance of follow. They don't even have to be witty tags. "This episode was sooooo funny!" or "I love Blorbo in a jean jacket he's just like me fr!" or "OPartist I love the colors you picked!" make this place feel so much friendlier. As far as being fun--a cool thing about Tumblr is that if you reblog a thing, you get the notifs and OP gets the notifs. Yeah yeah yeah, I'm sure the notifs are a pain if you actually go viral, but I don't think that's a thing most of us every worry about. I love to get notes! It's fun to get notes even if I didn't make the post, because I see who else thought that post was funny! Do you know how good it feels to find some neat piece of art with 6 notes and you reblog it and it gets 10 or 30 or 100 more and you get to see that?

Anyway, reblogging is fun and cool. Tumblr even lets you make sideblogs, so if you want to have a dedicated blog to just your art (or whatever), you can make a sideblog for reblogging. Or, hear me out--people will come for your reblogs and then end up liking the things you make, too.

[metvllic]

hey hey hey everyone! i'm queso (she/her, 21+) and i bring you actual, factual doofus, lee jihye. i'm working on her stats, bio, and wanted connections but i'll have a brief version of them under the cut! i'm super excited to be here and plot with all of you and get to know you and your lovely muses! i have discord available for plotting if you hate tumblr messaging as much as i do. anyway, without further ado, here's more about jihye! trigger warning for the briefest mention of physical abuse. edited to add: pls click the lil heart down there and I'll come bother you in your messages!!

miss ma'am is 29 and has no idea what she wants to do in life. she doesn't know shit about fuck. she's paralyzed by indecision and making the wrong choice so she just...doesn't do anything.

her power has helped her, at least, have a career that keeps her from being on the street or completely poor. without her job as a personal trainer she'd have nothing as she doesn't have a support system. her dad was an abusive alcoholic and her mom loved her and did her best but never got them out of the situation so as soon as jihye was able she disappeared into the wind.

if you knew her prior to her turning 20, when she was im nari, no you didn't. she doesn't acknowledge her past or who she used to be and if you call her nari, she'll gaslight you to hell and back.

she has the same power as her dad, which is its own can of worms that she's not addressing or getting help for.

she really did move into the apartment for a washer and dryer because she hates the laundry mat and would sooner yeet herself from a building then sit in one for hours again.

sis can't be serious for more than 20 consecutive seconds without panicking and making a joke or immediately disengaging. she doesn't do conflict.

she's been in the apartments for 4 years and is probably still a stranger to most because she sleeps weird hours and is always operating on gremlin time.

she's always eating junk and subsisting on cigarettes and energy drinks.

she's got a good heart but she's just constantly overwhelmed by everything and was never given good coping mechanisms. hoping we can find her someone in the rp that can help her move past her crippling indecisiveness and actually grow.

plot ideas:

obviously because I said she can't deal with anyone who knew her before she moved and changed her identity, we have to have that. maybe childhood best friends and your muse is like, "no, I definitely know you. you do the same thing with your lip she did." and it's just some tom and jerry tomfoolery until she breaks.

a love interest (m/f/nb/etc) that things seemed incredibly serious with until miss jihye blew it up and ditched. the thought of anything serious would terrify her and I'm sure the aftershock of her actions would be fun to rp. I love angst and drama and slow burn so pls give me this?!!

a new bestie. you see this weird chick who's existing on cigarettes and monster and you're 98% sure you've never seen her come in with groceries?? how is she even alive?? and your muse kind of takes it upon themselves to look after her, for whatever reason. at first jihye is skeptical but she comes to enjoy your muse's presence and before she knows it, she's gotten too close and has a new bestie she refuses to let go of.

okay listen. she's never cruel or mean outright, ever, but she is kind of oblivious and her inability to treat anything with the respect it deserves or requires could definitely rub someone the wrong way. I could definitely see someone in the apartments thinking she's thoughtless and rude because of her level of self involvement and not really being used to thinking of others.

her savior. your muse agreed she could use their washer and dryer, whether through constant badgering or the kindness of their heart. jihye brings snacks, booze, cigarettes-- whichever your muse prefers in payment. she's not good at being sociable but your muse can see she's really trying her best despite the awkwardness.

someone jihye flirts with constantly. she's good at smooth talking and chatting people up and is often very forward. your muse has caught her eye. we can plot whether things get more serious or it's just a playful back and forth or just jihye being a greaseball before it grows into a friendship or something else?

throw anything and everything at me. I love fluff, angst, drama, slow burn, toxic, etc.

[byierficrecs]

the year has come to an end. i hope you guys had a nice year; you're all amazing and i've been having a really nice time interacting with everyone here :] may any hardships you've experienced be solved promptly~

this year was not really kind to me (as i'm sure you're aware; i talk about personal stuff far too much x.x), but writing and making graphics for this fandom has really helped me and i genuinely want to thank everyone for being so kind and making me feel a bit better ^-^

as it's the end of the year, i believe some stats are in order! in three months i've

spent almost 540 hours making graphics;

taught myself to make aforementioned graphics;

read the works of 66 unique writers;

read 1,196,725 words

(which means i read approximately 2400 pages);

and made graphics for 89 stories!

i'm not sure anyone's noticed, but i like to alternate between pastel, colourful and dark aesthetics~

i would like to once again thank everyone who's interacted with this account in any form. be it a like, a rb, an ask or sending me a message, you've all been kind and i hope i can continue to make more stuff that you like~ the "slots" for next month are almost full, so i'll keep this train going for as long as i can~

(that said, i /am/ taking a one-week break once the 12 days of christmas are over x.x i am tired)

lastly, i would like to thank the authors whose works have been shared! thank you so much for all the work you do for this fandom, and for gifting us with beautiful stories to fill the void of no-content. let it be known that we appreciate you all a lot, and that without you this byler fandom thingy would be far darker and infinitely more boring. i wish you luck in any creative endeavours you might have (byler-related or otherwise), and i can't wait to see what other beauty you bring to this world 💖

@andiwriteordie, @anemori, @astrobei, @bookinit02, @buck-yyyy, @byeler, @byleresque, @bylerisc4non, @champion-rowlet, @chiquitablanquita, @claryfrayed, @clericxpaladin, @elmaxed, @etchedstars, @futureboy-ao3, @ghoulsanderson, @gleefcll, @hellfire-byler, @hiscleric, @itsromeowrites, @kastuud0n, @kiirotoao, @lilacline001, @nastyaex, @octopusoptimusprime, @perexcri, @saelotusline, @scout-the-wise, @sevensided, @smoosnoom, @strangerange1s, @strangersynth, @twelfthbite, @untitled-byler-blog, @uranium-suite, @voulezvulcan, @wheelerboi, @willuvbot, @wiseatom, @zombiewheeler

i'm probably missing people whose blogs i don't know or who just don't have a tumblr account; i'll add more people as i find them, but even if someone's not listed, i thank you sincerely for everything you do. you're all very talented!

anyway, i think i've rambled long enough. i shall leave for now, but i'll see you tomorrow! happy new year! i hope everyone accomplishes everything you set out to do this year :]

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sincerely, angel 🧸

[whumpr]

My Blood, My Holy Wine: Part One

That verse felt like Dimitri, now that he thought about it. It felt guilty, heavy with regret. He wondered how Dimitri thought of that line. He wondered which role he placed himself in.

Part Two Here Did you guys know Tumblr had a character limit? I didn't. So here's a nine page fic split up into two parts! Please forgive any missed typos The war mages (Manuel, Mariano, Laredo, Dimitri, and Izan.) All belong to @crash-bump-bring-the-whump Contains: Fade to Black NSFW, Scarification tattoos, History of self harm, Depictions of Self Harm, Gore, Background character death, Magical Exhaustion ____________ It was undoubtedly a breakup song; Dimitri had told him to ignore that. It wasn’t easy to ignore. The first lyric was a sorrowful, “Just before our love got lost, you said “I am as constant as a northern star.”” Miguel traced the words in his mind, eyes flickering across the far wall. He knew James Blake… vaguely–the name sounded familiar. He recognized the soft, lonely, lilting quality to his voice, and the way he carried it through intricate melodies and runs. And I said, "Constantly in the darkness

Where's that at?

If you want me I'll be in the bar." Miguel grimaced. He cut his eyes over to Dimitri, who was laying on his back with his eyes closed. “This song reminds you of me?” He asked. “Tss. Shh.” Dimitri reached down to swat at Miguel’s leg, pointing at the speaker as the song played on. Miguel rolled his eyes and dismissively waved Dimitri’s hand away. He leaned back; Dimitri–eyes still closed–stretched his arm out to catch him against the bed and pull him in against his chest.

You’re my blood, you’re my holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet I could drink a case of you, darling And I would still be on my feet Dimitri squeezed tighter around Miguel’s shoulders. Miguel smiled against his chest. “That part?” “Tss.” Dimitri hushed him, softer this time, “All of it, keep listening. Think about us.” __ The song didn’t fit them. Not exactly. You had to really stretch the lyrics, willfully ignore some lines– really, you had to focus solely on the chorus. But Miguel couldn’t focus on much of anything, not with Dimitri’s teeth on his neck, not with his fingers slipping between the buttons of his shirt. I am a lonely painter, I live in a box of paints. I’m frightened by the devil And I’m drawn to the ones that ain’t afraid That verse felt like Dimitri, now that he thought about it. It felt guilty, heavy with regret. He wondered how Dimitri thought of that line. He wondered which role he placed himself in. Dimitri’s lips closed around Miguel’s throat, and his arms wrapped around his waist to slowly lower him onto his back. The song melted into the chorus as Miguel tilted his head back over the edge of the bed.

__

And she said,

"Go to him, stay with him if you can

But be prepared to bleed" Ironic, that line. Almost funny right now. Dimitri’s room in the tattoo shop smelled like someone had lit a sandalwood candle in a hospital. It was comfortable and dimly lit, and he always had music playing. It was nice; it was pleasant. It made up for the fact that this room was exclusively for scarification work. Dimitri worked under a concentrated light. It was good for not offsetting the calm dim lighting of his setup. He had taken it upon himself several months ago to rework the runes Miguel had carved into his own skin, as well as add a few new ones. It had been going well, what runes Dimitri added were powerful, and the ones he restored worked more efficiently and elegantly than before. Today, Dimitri had asked if he could surprise him with something purely decorative. Miguel had said yes, on the condition that whatever it was, it was not Dimitri’s name. Dimitri had scoffed and said the mere thought of it was tacky. Miguel added that it couldn’t be sexual. Dimitri had laughed and said Miguel should give him more credit. It wasn’t a complete surprise. Dimitri had let him see the stencil once he’d applied it. My Blood, My Holy Wine, written in careful calligraphy down the inside of his right forearm. It was sweet, it was perfect, he’d agreed to it immediately. The song coming on during the process itself had been a coincidence. Miguel knew not to laugh while Dimitri was working, but it had made him smile. He watched Dimitri work as the song played. He had worked up from the wrist, starting at the most delicate skin to keep his hands the steadiest at those parts. The tip of his blade danced gracefully; like it was gliding on ice. It wasn’t painless, not by any means, but it was better than the way he used to handle it himself. He still remembered the way he used to shake, the way he used to slip sometimes; he remembered the time he had taken the knife at the wrong angle and nearly hilted it inside himself. He’d stumbled out to the neighbor’s house, barely able to knock before he collapsed. He remembered coming to enough to hear the horror in the town doctor’s voice at the sight of his other scars, the gentle hand on his cheek and a soft, “Who did this to you” that barely drifted through the darkness. “You’re almost done.” Dimitri’s voice cut through the fog. Miguel snapped out of the memory of the town he’d left behind, looking down to his arm again. Dimitri’s scarred hands pressed a clean cloth to his fresh wounds. Miguel followed his arm up to Dimitri’s eyes; Dimitri was already watching him. “It’s just the comma, and some flourishes on the first L. Do you want to take a break?” “N-no.” Miguel answered. He looked down again, to the bloodied cloth beneath Dimitri’s hand. “It’s okay. I want to keep going.” Dimitri shifted closer, pressing a gentle kiss to the unbroken skin of Miguel’s palm. He leaned away to drop the bloodied linen into the trash can behind him and picked up his knife again. Miguel watched the blade dip with careful precision into the top layer of skin. .. Somewhere along the line Dimitri had put the song on repeat. Miguel only noticed when things were over, and he was sitting up looking down at the fresh tattoo.

Miguel smiled as he studied the fresh lines. Gentle, ebbing pain danced over his skin. His eyes followed the lyrics as the chorus came again. So short, so sweet. Such a small part of such a short chorus and still such a devoted vow from Dimitri. Miguel didn’t like to sing, but he whispered along to the chorus as the song neared its end. You’re my blood, you’re my holy wine. You taste so bitter and so sweet

I could drink a case of you, darling

And I would still be on my feet The pain at the edges of the letters faded slowly, and a faint golden light began to grow beneath Miguel’s skin. On their own, the thick outline of the letters and flourishes closed into their center, keeping their shape as they healed into a raised scar before the song could finish playing.

Dimitri and Miguel stared down at the healed lettering in front of them. Silence rang out for a short moment before James Blake’s gentle piano started playing again. Dimitri quickly reached back to the speaker behind him and paused the music.

“What the hell was that?” He demanded.

“Uh, I don’t–” Miguel stammered, staring down at the new scar decorating his forearm. He wasn’t lightheaded anymore. He didn’t feel tired. The healing hadn’t even hurt.

“Healing magic?” Dimitri asked, “This whole time?”

“No!” Miguel answered, “No. No, I can’t– I couldn’t do that.”

They both sat in silence; Dimitri looked down to the new scar.

“Is it a spell?”

Miguel paused, running his fingers over the raised skin. It didn’t even itch. “I was about to say that…” He looked up again. “That, or it’s a rune?”

Dimitri reached into his pocket and pulled out his pocket knife. Miguel watched as he calmly pulled the blade across his palm. Blood pooled against his skin, he held it out to Miguel.

“Try it on me.”

–

Missions with the rest of the war mages still left Miguel feeling starstruck. As dangerous as it always was, it filled him with a sense of admiration that brought him back to his early days in the military. Nothing could touch the war mages. They were a force of nature when they were together as a team. As dangerous as it was in reality, none of it felt real, none of it felt heavy. It was almost like a game.

Seeing Manuel go down didn’t land until they saw him struggle to get back up.

Miguel got to him first, sliding down to his knees at his side. His blood was already covering the grass beneath him. The blast of magic had torn straight through his clothes, showing the gruesome wound beneath his ribs. It was at least an inch deep and three times as wide, a gory crater torn through skin and muscle. It would have killed him had he not been wearing his gear.

“Oh, oh. Manuel. Hold on, I–” Miguel struggled to find his words. Manuel took in quiet, ragged gasps. His eyes were screwed shut in pain. Okay, he wasn’t hearing him. That was fine. He didn’t need him to.

The almost transparent shape of Miguel’s magic settled under Manuel’s back. He lifted him into his lap and placed his right hand against the wound. The first sound Miguel could make was a choked noise of pain at being shifted.

“This…” It shouldn’t hurt. It hadn’t ever hurt before. There was something about the rune, something about the pain that had gone into creating it that canceled out most of the healing magic’s pain.

Then again, he’d never healed a wound this severe before.

“I don’t know what this is going to do.” He finally said. Manuel reached up to clutch his wrist, pressing his hand further down against the wound. Miguel took that as permission.

He took a breath and pushed down any embarrassment he might feel. Now wasn’t the time. He didn’t need to sing, at least; the verbal component was in the words themselves.

“You’re my blood, you’re my holy wine. You taste so bitter and so sweet.” He spoke. Manuel furrowed his brows, his eyes still screwed shut with pain. The scar on Miguel’s arm began to gently glow–he continued:

“I could drink a case of you… darling, and I would still be on my feet.”

The steadily growing bloodstain on Manuel’s shirt began to slow, the lines of tension in his face began to ease. His breathing was still staggered, he still struggled to open his eyes. Miguel tried again.

“You’re my blood, you’re my holy wine, you taste so bitter and so sweet. I could drink a case of you, darling, and I would still be on my feet.”

The tension in Manuel’s face eased further. Miguel lifted his hand for a moment to see the wound had grown smaller, but it wasn’t gone. He placed his hand back down and tried again.

Manuel’s face eased with the repetition. His shoulders relaxed. He still didn’t open his eyes, but as the blood flow stopped, his head dropped back. Miguel shifted the magic holding him into a shape that would cradle his body and support his head. He lifted his hand from the wound. It had stopped bleeding entirely now. But the wound hadn’t fully healed.

Miguel’s head was spinning. He swallowed thickly and looked to the sky. The mid-morning sun seemed harsher, somehow. He turned his blurry eyes to the other war mages. Laredo was on top of the man that had been leading the assault–the robed bodies of the man’s lackeys littered the ground. The war mages had made quick work of them…

Miguel’s vision spun as he looked back down to Manuel’s side. He could manage one more round of the spell, just to save Manuel the stitches. He laid his hand against Manuel’s waist.

“No, you’re done.” Izan’s voice spoke up from beside him. Slender fingers wrapped around Miguel’s wrist and gently pulled his hand back. “You look like you’re gonna pass out. I’ll take him.”

Miguel watched as Izan took Manuel in his arms. He could feel the weight off his mind as he released his magic’s grip on him. Izan stood up, Manuel in his arms, and a familiar pair of hands landed on Miguel’s shoulders.

“Come on, Crazy.” Dimitri whispered, “That was at least ten of that spell–let’s get you into some shade.”

[alchemistdetective]

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((WELL, ALRIGHT, IF YOU GUYS ARE SURE, I'll try to summarize it in a few key points.))

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Amber's Tumblr RP Activity guide

P.S: This is all based on personal experience based on the time I've been here for years. Results may differ, but this is pretty much what works best for me.

I think everyone knows the usual 'Have Fun' advice, which is pretty much the most important thing, but I have a few things to add on my own:

1) Remember that this is Tumblr, and not Wattpad.

I know, this is very obvious. You are looking at this post in Tumblr.com, after all. But... what exactly do I mean by this?

Tumblr is a social blogging website. And unlike Wattpad, we're not writing a book by ourselves. We're writing said book with others.

RPing is different from traditional writing. And the biggest difference when it comes to these two is:

2) Always, ALWAYS try to throw SOMETHING to get people to be involved easier. Make it as easy as possible!

This... is something I actually kind of want to touch on for a while, because I notice this even among people who have been RPing for years, and that's... not giving bait for people to work with

Here's an example, let's say I make a post:

Chloe is working on alchemy. Oops! She realizes she doesn't have enough ingredients in the shelf! Off she goes to the Human Village to find for ingredients!

It's okay, but... there's not much to work with.

What ingredients is she looking for? Where in the Human Village is she going?

People tend not to figure out these things for you, so they kind of just leave it be there, and people go 'Oh it's just her doing her daily things'

So... let's try to add a bit more stuff in it:

Chloe is working on alchemy. Oops! She realizes she doesn't have enough ingredients in the shelf! She realizes that the things which are missing are as follows: - One Tengu Feather - One Medical Herb from Eientei - One Divine Water from Korin's Tower The human village is a good place to start for the ingredients!

And just like that, it became much better, because it's easier for people to throw themselves with the item in need. Heck, if you want to go the extra mile, throw an ask to those people who like the post, it always worked for me lajsGHLJSHDASD

This goes the same for replies. ALWAYS throw something for the person to reply to.

Think of it like a ping-pong game where the ball keeps bouncing between you and your partner. You want to throw the ball back to them, so they can hit it and throw it back to you.

Have your character ask a question, wonder something about them, something easier for them to lead on to or reply to.

Also, it's preferable you keep things simple, especially when it comes to...:

3) Silly things! Don't be afraid of throwing whatever for dash activity!

You remember the whole universal rule of 'Have fun'? Well, there we go! Anything in your head, just throw it out.

Here, I'll give an example. I'll just post something like:

Crescent makes a fucking cake and it's just nothing but guns

And someone could easily post something like

"lol that's a stupid cake, anyways here's mine"

CONGRATULATIONS, PEOPLE ARE HAPPY, YAAY

Remember, we're all here to have fun! Just let loose, and stuff :DDD

Honestly, casual shenanigans fun is pretty much the best way of doing whatever, and that's mostly when you clear your head of all sense and reason, then post the stupidest thing you can

Don't overthink it, just do! And if nothing happens, then it's fine, you pretty much threw your shot!

Remember, the worst thing that could happen is no one replies to it. It's discouraging, yes, but it's okay, it happens! So just throw your shot, and have fun!

4) Approach people and throw your character AT them. Don't worry, we're all awkward potatoes.

This is doubly-even more so important for OCs, especially new ones. OCs are unfamiliar territory and the Pandora's Box, and most people prefer things they're familiar with, and stick with that.

Don't worry, I understand. It's really intimidating to go up to someone, wave at them, and throw yourself at them.

But seriously, we're all nerds in Tumblr. I'm equally as shy, especially around people I don't know. So... just throw yourself if you see the opportunity to! You see a meme they reblog? Why not throw something?

Really, the worst thing they can do is say 'No'. And if they do, then it's okay, there's next time, or other places who might be interested in them. Just remember, try to take the initiative and get in there.

Double points if you throw your character at something you think their character might need help with, some event they're doing, or the RPer is trying to explore more. (Example for my case, Chloe's hometown or Rirune's world, or for other RPer's cases, their OC's backstories, fears, etc.)

Remember, people are more likely to approach if there's a pre-existing relationship with one character of yours, and vise versa! So try to get in there if you see something you can throw your character at!

5) Don't force activity. The time will come!

If you're struggling on writing anything... it's fine! Just get out of Tumblr, go play a game or something. The last thing we want to do is force ourselves to push activity, even when we're not feeling like it.

If you do force it, that would make Tumblr RPing more of a chore than a hobby, and it will show. And... we don't want to treat our hobby like a side job.

Think of it like fishing. Your inspiration WILL come, just wait for it. Don't force interacting with other people if you can't think of anything, or try pushing things out if you don't have the mood to do so.

Remember, RPing is a hobby where it takes two to tango. Remember, we're here to have fun together!

6) Try to show interest, we're not mind readers

Small little thing, but if someone shows interest to you by trying to start threads with you, throw you an ask... Try to return the favor when the opportunity comes.

We've all been at the side of 'I threw things at the person but they don't seem to want to RP with me, so I'll leave them alone because they're hard to approach', and I don't think anyone wants that ljhgjlad

This isn't 'reblog karma' or anything, when it comes to memes, but rather, showing interest in someone's stuff, whether it's throwing your character back at them, liking their posts, etc. can go a long way to give your partner the OK, which means more activity for you two!

Basically: tl;dr:

1) Remember that this is Tumblr, a social blogging website! You're playing with other people, and the both of you are writing stories together, and having fun in a playground! You can write things yourself via drabbles, but ultimately, we're pretty much in this together!

2) If you do want to do something, make it easy for people to come in! Try to get people involved in the most simplest way possible in your head, and remember, throw a ball to your partner to lead on!

3) Shenanigans are usually the best way for activity because of how simple and fun it is, not to mention easy to get into! Don't be afraid of emptying your mind and throwing the most stupid thing in your head, because we're all here to have fun!

4) Approach other people! Be their cheerleader! Put them in the spotlight! We're all awkward potatoes, so why not approach them first? You can even throw memes at them which prompts a character relationship! The worst thing they could do is say no!

5) Don't force activity. Wait. If you wait, the time will come. Kind of like fishing! It'll be really obvious if you rush it. There's no hidden art about it, but just have fun!

6) We obviously respect each other, but try to show it, ESPECIALLY if it goes both ways. If it only goes one way, it'll be much harder to approach, even if you're interested in them.

Remember, it takes two people to tango! RPing is not a solo hobby, and we're all here to have fun with each other :DDD

[is-the-post-reliable]

My suggestion would be to simply c/p whatever parts of a post check out (like those housing statistics). They're not the author of that information, it can simply be copied down. Could use a sideblog to add a copy/paste or a screenshot of the text to a reblog, THEN reblog that. Radicals should be blacklisted on a Neutral blog, esp whent they exist to *deny* facts and get others hurt, imo. They have no reason to support you (a fact-based person - but also as a trans person) so why support them.

Hi, thanks for your thoughts. I really appreciate that you took the time to write to me. I've had a lot of conflicting feedback on this (the original post can be found here for context). Unfortunately I don't think there's a way of doing this that will suit everyone.

On my personal blog, I don't reblog anything from terfs, but the purpose of this blog is to fact check information, and people with bigoted ideologies often spread misinformation. And it's not just terfs - I have fact checked posts from blogs that spread other bigoted opinions, but ultimately I think I would rather be able to correct bigoted misinformation than ignore it. I suspect trying to never reblog from someone with harmful beliefs on this blog would be very difficult.

Some people have suggested a tag to warn people, but I'm not sure how useful that would be, since people who are concerned about reblogging from terfs likely have Shinigami Eyes installed? I tag with content warnings (eg tw transphobia) already.

If people would like me to tag when an OP is flagged on Shinigami Eyes, let me know and I'll start doing that. If people really don't want to see any terfs on their dash, it might be worth unfollowing me (I don't mean that flippantly. Your mental health and wellbeing is more important than any tumblr blog.) I will continue tagging with any relevant trigger warnings. If anyone ever thinks I've missed a warning, let me know!

[aritamargarita]

GOLDEN || 005

hello everyone we are backk i was too busy of dying from embarrassment and the fact tumblr was being weird. i said i was hungry then i went back to sleep then i woke up again and decided to eat cereal, yeah

this is the mirror chapter to the ecw one..things are a bit different here in this timeline by the way, for the sake of continuity we’ll say macho man did not help create wolfpac and it was scott hall instead. i do be struggling to post though.

had to rewrite this so many times it got so bad. sorry if this seems short. if you forgive me i will give y'all two attitude chapters..the calm before the storm AND VENGEANCE! if it lets me post lol. my layout is FUCKED i cant even add anything else augh i give up. i'll come back for this

People disagree on a lot of things. They can disagree on the type of music they like, they can disagree on what kind of foods they like, and they can even disagree on something as simple as their favorite colors.

However, people found it hard to disagree whether or not you deserved a spot in World Championship Wrestling. There’s people that love you, there’s people who hate your guts, there’s people that feel conflicted.

One thing was certainly true though, whenever you’re set to be on television, no one could ever take their eyes off of you. Even though you were mainly on commentary right now, it’s hard to pay attention when you’re around.

Maybe it’s your cadence. Maybe it’s the way you carry yourself. Maybe it’s just because you’re a fighter. It’s something about you that makes people wonder. It’s how you landed yourself in the New World Order in the first place.

Macho Man and Miss Elizabeth had dispersed from the group. Hogan split to try and create his own, NWO Hollywood, which left Kevin Nash and Scott Hall to deal with the damage.

After nights of debating what to do with themselves, the both of them created the NWO Wolfpac, but it wasn’t complete. There’s something missing. Some spice to the group, a wildcard….someone no one would ever expect.

They came to the conclusion that they wanted a woman in the group. It’d be something new. Something that’ll give them a hold on the steadily growing women’s division as well. As of right now, there were very limited options. Elizabeth was already with Macho Man, they were damn sure Madusa wasn’t interested, and they didn't want just anyone.

So, that leaves you. Who better than the Queen of Extreme herself?

Now, they didn’t know you entirely too well, but they’ve heard of your accolades so far. Every so often they’ll watch ECW to compare it to WCW, so they’ve seen you more than once.

You could remember meeting them like it was yesterday. You were sitting in the office of Eric Bischoff, with him telling you how “you were trying too hard” for a chance to get in the ring and compete for the title.

You’ve got a rising suspicion that people were talking around backstage and you wouldn’t stand for it.

“We gave you a spot on commentary.” Eric says, shifting through papers. You were sure your contract was somewhere in there. “Isn’t that enough for you?"

“No.” You quickly answer. While you tried to be grateful for being on commentary, it’s boring to just watch matches and not get in on the action. “There’s a women’s division here and I want to get in on that.”

It was the whole reason why you jumped ship, truth be told. It’s fun getting involved in others matches and competing with the men, but you wanted to extend your range.

Women’s wrestling doesn’t get as much attention as it deserves. Even when you were in ECW, most of the ‘matches’ weren’t matches. They were cat fights that last 6 seconds. You and Luna’s match was the only official woman’s match in the company, and even then, you two didn’t have a lot of time to do what you wanted.

A lot of your coworkers were upset you were going to jump ship. Especially Raven. He was begging you not to leave, which was rare coming from him.

He eventually stopped begging, which makes you think he’s come to terms with the fact you were leaving. Paul Heyman did his best to make you stay, but it's about time you set your sights on other things.

It wasn’t looking too hot so far, though. Eric looks up at you. “Even if you wanted to, there’s no one for you to wrestle right now. You want to become a Nitro Girl? Know how to dance?”

“No.” You repeat, shaking your head this time. “I can dance, but I don’t wanna be a Nitro Girl.”

“Well, what do you want to do?” Eric exasperatedly asks, setting down the stack of papers. “We’re not getting anywhere here.”

You quickly counter. “I’m trying to get somewhere. Are you not understanding me? What’s the issue?? There’s a whole division! And I’m not in it!”

He pauses for a moment before looking back up at you. “I do understand. It’s hard to not understand you. I told you, you were trying a bit too hard and people were starting to get concerned with your attitude.”

Your attitude? What? You’ve been kind and sweet to everyone backstage so far.

“I don’t have an attitude.” You say. “And I’m nice to everyone here.”

“Listen, don’t shoot the messenger.“ He holds his hands up in defense. “I’m sure you’re a real sweetheart. Unfortuneately, I’ve started to hear otherwise.”

“Color me intrigued. Who’s been saying those things?”

Before he could answer you, the door opens and in comes Kevin Nash and Scott Hall. At the sight of you sitting down, bright smiles grow on their faces.

“Hey, chica,” Scott says, taking a toothpick out of his mouth. “You’re just the person we’ve been looking for.”

“Glad both of you are in one place.” Kevin says. “We’ve got an offer that’ll work out for all of us…”

And it was just history after that. This storyline saved you from possibly tanking and the NWO gaining more popularity. Were they listening from outside of the door? Possibly. Would they confirm? No. Would they deny?? No.

It was easy for you to become closer with Kevin and Scott. All of your personalities just flow like water together. Eric Bischoff was glad he made the decision in the end, especially since you three were bringing him more money at the end of the day.

You three had gotten so close, that the first promotional picture you took was the three of you in matching red and black gear.

You really liked that photo. So much so, you decided to frame it and put it on your wall with the rest of them. Some would say it’s conceited to display photos of yourself, but who really cares? No one ever tells you those things.

….Actually, Kevin does. Every time he and Scott drop by your home, he always comments on your pictures, then falls asleep on your couch like the heathen he is.

Somehow he manages to hear every little thing in the house. If you turn the television off, he’d shoot up and say he’s watching it like an old man.

Scott’s always been a friendlier house guest. Sometimes he’d bring you housewarming gifts, but you can’t say he’s not like Kevin, he does immediately goes to sleep in your recliner chair. It’s his favorite spot.

Those housewarming gifts reminds you of the time he brought you the absolute ugliest glass vase you’ve ever seen. It was so bad. The colors clashed with each other, the shape was weirder than a normal vase, and you weren’t entirely sure if flowers would even look good in it.

You still accepted it though. It’s your shitty little vase. You will love and cherish it forever.

HOWEVER, even though they treated you with respect, they weren’t exactly the best at treating your house with respect.

You knew Kevin and Scott were quite the socialites. You met new people everyday thanks to them. They’d drag you to parties and bars, just about anything that was a big event. If anyone from ECW knew, they’d be incredibly jealous that you’re going out with them.

The one time you let them host something at your house was a disaster. A big disaster.

Kevin insisted you get pizza that night, so that’s exactly what you did. You were confused when he ordered like 10 of them. He said it was a small event. It must’ve been a mistake, but you’ll be damned if you pass on free pizzas. Now you don’t have to cook for a while!

You’re going to have to make two trips, which was kinda annoying but oh well. It is what is is. You’re only holding four pizzas, so it’s a little difficult to see in front of you.

Once you open the door, you’re greeted with loud music. What is happening? No one’s in here singing kumbaya right now….

You really hope your neighbors haven’t called the police. You assume it’s safe since you pulled in the driveway with no cop car sitting there, but holy shit, this is REALLY LOUD. You're not even sure what to do. All you can do is stand at the front of your door, pizzas in hand.

Your eyes dart around to some of your coworkers and people you didn’t even know. What the hell can you do?!

“Heyyy, mamacita! You saved us! We’re dyin’ from hunger here!” The voice makes you come back to Earth, turning your head to the left. It’s Eddie Guerrero strutting towards you while wearing sunglasses inside. Huh…

He grins at you before opening a pizza box. “Pepperoni, eh? Got anything else? Tastes too plain to me.”

“Just—“ You sigh, literally giving him all four boxes. “Take it all. It’s all yours. I don’t know what’s on the rest.” You’re too exasperated to even start another conversation. You need everyone to get the hell out of here first.

You leave him to walk over to a blonde woman who was chatting it up with other people. “Hey, excuse me…who are you?”

She looked familiar, but you couldn’t place a name on her.

The woman turns to you, drink in hand. There’s no animosity on her face, just a big smile. “Oh, I’m Torrie. Are you friends with Kevin too? I gotta say, when he invited me here, I was surprised. I’m having a good time! And this house is huge! Whoever is the owner really outdid themselves.”

….You really don’t care. “I see. You could say I’m a friend. I have to ask, have you seen him around anywhere? Or if you know him, have you seen Scott Hall?"

“Hmm, I saw him earlier, but I’m not sure where he went. I think I saw the other guy you were talking about over there.” She says, motioning over to the corner with her free hand. "I keep hearing his name."

You nod, thanking her quickly before letting out a sigh. "...Fun fact, I'm the owner of this house. I need all of you to get out of-"

“Catch!” You hear someone yell. You immediately snap your head over to see two people playing catch with your vase. Not just any vase, THE SHITTY VASE! Now it’s certified that everyone’s gotta get the hell out.

“Stop! Stop throwing the damn vase!” You yell at them. They listen luckily. Before you make your big announcement, you needed to find at least one of your boys. Your ears are starting to ring from this music.

You found Scott first. He was entertaining some ladies, but he immediately shoo’d them away once he got sight of you. You were fuming, so much so that Scott started to feel scared of you. The words; “what’s wrong, chica—“ had barely left his mouth before he let out a whistle at your expression.

You point a finger at him. The smile that appears on your face scares him even worse. “Scott, you know I love you, right?”

“Yeah…?” This is probably the first time you’ve heard his voice laced with uncertainty.

“Great. Everyone needs to get the hell out. You tell me where Kevin is, I’ll let you stay.”

Scott knew that snitches get stitches, but it’s every man for himself. He’s never snitched any faster in his life.

After that fiasco, Kevin very profusely apologized to you. He repeatedly told you he wouldn’t do it again, all the while the person who betrayed him stood and watch the drama unfold. Fortunately, he’s kept true to his word.

These days he and Scott just drop by for some simple hospitality and to travel together for the show.

Your mother would probably chew you out if she knew how lenient you were these days. She’d just have to understand that they’re your friends, so of course you’d help them out every now and then.

Truth be told, you actually enjoyed the company. It made your home a lot less lonelier. There was a time where you had no visitors when you were in the midst of jumping from promotion to promotion. You weren’t sure if you liked the silence or not…

Save it for another time. Thinking back on the past is fun, but the present is what truly matters.

You’re backstage, idly pacing around as you glance towards the small television screen every so often. There’s a segment with Eric Bischoff and Hulk Hogan going on, something that you found incredibly boring.

They didn’t give you any matches today. It was more than likely because the men were mostly dominating the card. You just wanted to punch the wall.

Eric had recently said you were going to get more involved, but so far it’s looking like that’s not the case...ugh.

Both Kevin and Scott were backstage with you, not ready in the slightest. Meanwhile, you were already ready and raring to go. On cue, you were supposed to interject in honor of the Wolfpac. The other two would come out later to defend you.

Kevin’s too busy on the phone to pay attention to the segment. “Yeah, man. Scary woman. She’ll kill you if you even look at her wrong.”

“What’re you talking about?” You ask, turning around. “Where’s Scott?”

He waves you off, then motions towards the bathroom. “Yeah. Nah, that’s not it. She’s a sweetheart.”

“Alright then.” You wonder who he's talking about. All you can assume is that Scott's fixing up his hair.

“That Wolfpac trio has been causing nothing but trouble lately, brother.” Hogan says. Eric’s holding the mic for him, so he’s making as many exaggerated hand movements as he can.

Hogan was running his mouth about how bad things have been lately within the company. The mention of your name makes you turn back around.

“They’re a disgrace to the New World Order’s name. NWO Hollywood is where it’s at! You lost half of your members, so now you’re nothing but wannabe superstars. If you jabroni's think you can get the best of my group, you’ve got another thing coming. I think we should fire them, fire them all. Especially that [Name] girl. She’s been poking her nose where it shouldn’t be.”

That was the straw that broke the camels back. You’re going out there. You stomp over towards the door, throwing it open and storming out.

You could hear your name being called, yet you don't stop walking.

You’ve had enough. It’s like high school all over again. People gossiping and whining for no reason. You have a rising suspicion that Hogan’s the one at fault for everything. Before you head out there, you make sure to get a mic from a staff member.

There’s no music, no nothing. You’re just here to set the record straight. For a second, the lights of the stage almost blind you, but your eyes slowly adjust.

Standing at the center of the stage, there’s a hint of a smile on your face as you hear the crowd cheer at your appearance. You haven’t even said anything yet. You hold up your hand, making the crowd quiet down so that you can actually speak.

“Hulk Hogan, you are FOURTY-FOUR YEARS OLD. You’re waaaay too old to be acting like this. Newsflash, it’s not the 80’s anymore. It’s time for you to retire.”

The crowd is still surprised that you even had the gall to come out here.

“And you talk about me,” You say, making your way down the ramp. “I think we should start talking about you. No one wants to hear the saaame oldddd jarrgoonnn.” The moment you get to the ring, you hop on the apron, not getting inside just yet. “Eric Bischoff goes on and on about how amazing Hogan is and he literally does absolutely nothing! I’m tired of it!”

Hogan takes the mic away from Eric, adjusting his title on his shoulder. “No one’s tired of HOLLYWOOD! All my NWOites love to see me on TV. They don’t want to see a woman here, let alone one that’s not a champion.”

“What they don’t want to see is a wrestler who should’ve retired about seven years ago. And for your information, I’d be a wonderful champion.“ You finally go under the ropes to get in the ring.

“I wouldn’t desecrate the championship like you did." The spray painted 'NWO' on the title was completely noticeable. Out of line, too. "In fact, why fire me? I’m a rising star. Once I get my hands on the Women’s Championship, your daughter can finally have a real role model to look up to.”

Hogan is surprised you’d go that far, bringing his own daughter into this. “You take that back.”

“Or what?” You’re not scared of him or Bischoff, and you kept the smug look on your face, which pisses him off even further.

Eric comes in between you two. “Hey now, this is pretty unfair. It’s obvious Hogan’s winning this fight. I mean, what can a woman like you do to the Heavyweight Champion?! I think you need to take a step back, [Name].”

It’s a warning you don’t heed. Instead, you kick you boss right in his shin, the crowd cheering you on. As he’s kneeling down in pain, you take the opportunity to hook your leg over his head and the other around his leg, bringing him right into the Black Widow.

You don’t need to get the heavyweight champion first, you’ll go for his best buddy!

You pull his arm back as humanly possible. Any further and you were sure you’d dislocate it. He wanted to know what a “woman like you” could do? He’ll get the answer.

Just as you see him about to tap, Hogan saves his buddy from getting a broken arm. He pulls you off, making you wrangle in his grasp. Eric falls down to the ground, holding his aching arm in pain. Once Hogan lets you go, you turn around and slap him as hard as you can.

“What’re you gonna do, huh?! Huh?!” You didn’t have your mic, so the crowd couldn’t hear you too well. You’re still talking trash though. “Hit me! I dare you!”

The crowd begins to cheer. You didn’t see why until you saw a man was ascending from the rafters. Once his feet hit the ring, you look at him in surprise. Hogan hadn’t noticed him yet, but he’s looming right behind him.

It’s Sting, the man who’s been watching you for the past few weeks. He made you crazy and not in the good way. You repeatedly told Kevin and Scott the walls had eyes, which made them glance at each other as if you were actually insane.

You’re swear you’re not. You knew he was watching you everywhere. Whether it be backstage or in the ring, Sting’s always just….there. Even when you’re in the same room, he never says anything. Just stares and walks away.

It’s not surprising he came out here. More than likely he wanted to try and save you. You didn’t need saving. You were just about to beat the shit out of Hogan for even interrupting your submission hold.

With that black metal bat, he lifts it up and pokes it right in his back. Hogan freezes in place and the crowd is losing their mind. Rearing his bat back, Sting quickly strikes him.

Hogan falls down in pain and you back up. Even if Sting wanted to “save you” the man was definitely unpredictable. You can see Eric scrambling out of the ring in the corner of your eye.

Sting lifts Hogan back up and Death Drop’s him right back down with ease. You flinch at the sound of them colliding with the mat. He gets up and turns his head towards you.

You point a finger toward him, almost warning him that if he comes any closer, he’ll get what’s coming to him. Where the hell was Kevin and Scott?! They completely abandoned you out here. They were supposed to run out and say a few things, but there’s no sign of them.

Sting starts walking closer to you. You feel your back hit the turnbuckle and you change your finger into your palm, waving it at him. Even if you feel your hand slowly start to shake as it grips onto the ropes, you don’t back down.

You didn’t want him to notice you’re freaked out. It’s the last thing you wanted him to notice.

With every step he takes, the more you think he’s going to do something. He doesn’t lift his bat, instead letting it drag on the canvas as he comes towards you. The crowd’s on their feet in anticipation. Would you get the same fate as Hogan or would he let you go?

He drops the bat. You can barely hear the sound of it hitting the mat due to the crowd yelling.

“I’ve got a knife in my pocket!” You say. He doesn’t say anything as he still corners you. “I’ve got mace too!” Nothing deters him, he just stares at you while you’re in the corner.

You were already starting to think of an escape plan. Something that’ll catch him off guard and hopefully give you enough time to escape. Maybe even give enough time for Kevin and Scott to get out here.

Drastic times means desperate measures. You grab his face and pull him closer to kiss him. The crowd erupts in cheers and you don’t feel Sting make any moves. It’s almost like he’s never kissed anyone before, but it’s hard to function when you’re busy trying to shove your tongue in his mouth.

Just in time, Kevin and Scott come rushing down the ramp, with the latter sliding into the ring with a chair and slamming Sting in the back with it. He slumps over, shifting most of his weight onto you.

Scott comes over and pulls him off, taking one glance at you to see if you’re alright. There’s a mix of your own red lipstick and Sting’s black lipstick smudged on your lips, and there’s a few spots of white paint on your face. Yeah, you’re fine. And he’s not talking about your looks.

Hey, at least he can proceed to beat the shit out of Sting! He’s glad he has a reason to straighten him out, especially since it had to deal with you. Kevin on the outside of the ring opens his arms, telling you to come over.

You hop under the ring ropes happily and he takes it upon himself to throw you over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. “Off we go.” He chimed. It literally felt like you were on a skyscraper, god damn.

“Where the hell were you guys?! I’m pretty sure you missed your cue.”

“We got distracted. You were the one who stormed outta there first, so we thought you could handle it.” Kevin explains. He roughly changes the way he carries you, bringing you down into bridal style. At least you could hear him a bit better now. "Had to hang up my phone call and everything.”

Got distracted by what exactly?! They could see the television, what were they waiting for! You roll your eyes. “Whatever.”

“Don’t be mad.” He says with a grin. “We’re here now, princess." For a moment, he turns around to the ring, holding up a strange symbol with his free hand.

Scott finishes the job, sliding out of the ring and tossing the chair to god knows where. Kevin finally puts you down, so you shuffle over to be in the middle of them and raise their hands in victory.

You hope this was a message for Sting to stop following you all over the place and messing with your head. But you're also hoping Eric and Hogan understand that you're not one to be fucked with.

Being here was strange. It's a new world. Certain fans knew who you were, but many others did not. All you can wish for is that this run comes with peace and a LOT of luck.

didn't even save it as a draft this time i just hoped for the best. i still hope you guys enjoy, i will try and make the next flashbacks longer, and the next one after this will prob be a timeskip because there's not much for reader to do that night, if it makes sense. im gonna eat more cereal

[alchemiclee]

i've been told/keep seeing posts about people suddenly not liking when people add tags to their posts with their own thoughts/feelings/opnions/experiences, and even people that say not to tag with certain common organizational tags (like ships for example i see the most. some people use a ship name for organization purposes and not necessarily for shipping. for example i use "collei and her dads" for cyno, tighnari, collei art for my organization so I cam find them again and theres been a few artists screaming not to use ship tags and that could be seen as a ship tag. so what do i do? not organize your art into my tags and let it get lost and never seen again? not share your art at all? kinda silly but whatever, ill just ignore your art).

I personally think that's all a bit ridiculous....i don't know if that's a more recent thing (like with twitter people coming here suddenly and expecting to act like this is twitter) or if it happened in the years since I took a break from tumblr. but bAcK iN mY DaY we used tags as a little whisper to add our own thoughts without interrupting the main post. adding hard comments or replies was more seen as "too much/too loud" if it wasn't something directly meant for OP. tags were usually never meant for OP and were always for the reblogger and their followers. these days more and more people seem to think tags on their posts are all speaking to them directly or interrupting their post (not to say you can't speak to OP through tags, like i'll say nice things about their art in tags) but not everything in someone's tags on a post they reblog from you is for you! you can ignore it!!!

I know on twitter (where I went after leaving tumblr a while back) people use quote retweets to speak to the OP often. but not always. I sometimes would quote a tweet to add my own thoughts while using the quote as like a citation to credit OP for the idea. but I have a few times where the OP thought I was speaking to/about them and got very upset about it. one was a large account who quoted me back and got very nasty and sent their minions after me. quotes are louder than tumblr tags. so that's more understandable, and I was always very hesitant to do it, but I personally see indirect tweets about another post as extremely rude and posting screenshots of tweets on twitter is also rude.

I loved coming back here mainly for the tag system! I missed being able to share a post and also quietly add my thoughts. go on long rambles related to the main post without stealing their post completely or needing to make a whole new post. I know most old tumblr users get that and don't care, probably. I NEVER saw anyone complain about it in the past. only say how much they love it. it was just part of how this site worked for us. a culture thing we naturally created. so i'm assuming it's mostly new users who don't get this culture? it also doesn't help tumblr made it so you now see tags in your notes tab and not just comments added and replies. before, you would have to go to "someone reblogged your post" to see if they added tags because tumblr only showed comments. I personally LOVE when people add tags to my post with their thoughts and stories and whatnot. ai i'd go to every reblog I got to see if there's tags added. it's like an uncommitted interaction. they dont expect a reply, i don't expect a reply. they are isolated thoughts, but still related. it's still a form of interaction, without the pressure of being direct, and I feel seen/heard when they add them. (it means they're not a bot, auto reblogging my posts /hj) seeing tags on my posts i'm not just shouting into the void alone and someone sees me. me adding tags to a post is a gentle "you're not alone/I hear you/im a real person not a bot" from me. but it also could be me saying "your post inspired me! I want to write something too! but im being quiet about it so i dont take away from your post and your post gets all the credit" when I add my own little tag ramble.

so the fact that people are now suddenly being upset by people adding their own experiences and thoughts to tags is super disappointing and and frankly annoying. tags don't take away from your post and you can just ignore them! no one is forcing you to expand the tags in your notes and read them! hardly anyone will see them. most will only read your post and not people's tags! I know no one usually reads my tags because i've added secret messages to the end of my tags and no one ever responds to it lmao things like send a pic in my ask and i'll draw it for you.

yes I know "RESPECT PEOPLE BOUNDARIES" but it kind of disrespects my needs as well. theres a thin line between someone's boundaries being crosses and someone's needs not being met. but that's a whole debate i'm not willing to have so don't start it. (not that kind of boundary is easy to not cross. not bringing up arguments. but asking people to not use a main function of a website is kind of pushing it imo...) yeah I want to respect boundaries the best i can, but unless you say in the post "don't reblog and add your own tags" no one will know and you get upset when no one knows. and no, no one will read your profile/pinned post before reblogging. no one will go to the original post and read your tags. they will only reblog it right off their dash if they aren't seeing it directly from you in the tags/for you page. some people will reblog 100 posts a day. they won't go to every profile/original post before reblogging just to see if you have any special conditions and rules for your random one post out of hundreds they see a day. that's too much to expect, honestly, sorry to say!

but this is tumblr. maybe it's better for people to accept the culture/etiquette here and let it happen without complaining, or realize this isn't the place for them! because it doesn't meet their needs and boundaries! and that's ok! it doesn't have to be your place. you don't need to stay here if you don't like how it works! asking an entire website to "respect your boundaries" by not participating in a basic or essential function of the website is a little ridiculous to be fair....

no i'm not saying your boundaries don't deserve to be respected. i'm saying this probably isn't the place to have those boundaries in the first place. because there's am established way this site functions that works in counter to your wanted boundaries, so it just doesn't fit your needs. and like I said that's ok! you don't need to stay here if it upsets you that much! it's better if you find a social media where people can't share your posts. like a simple blog site that doesn't have a share function! or like Instagram? people cant share those posts. (sorry, I dont know much about social media) if you really want people to stop adding tags that bad, either turn off reblogs completely, or ask staff to add a notification option to turn off seeing added tags on reblogs! (if you're veeerry lucky, and not a trans woman, they might listen to you)