#if i have ever negatively interacted with someone- i will remember but i have nothing against the person

[princsstwilightsparkl]

the fact that there are random people on the internet who hate me is so fucking funny to me cuz all i do is talk about saiki kusuo and ponies

[flutterbyoz]

It's 2024 and still the Rick/Jessie discourse is still making an appearance 🙄

It's something that seems to pop up every now and again and just becomes another excuse for people to voice their dislike for Michonne and Richonne. I get everyone has their own opinion, though many of these opinions have little to no evidence to back them up, but let's just make one thing clear, Rick loves Michonne. He loved her when he met Jessie, he loved her when Jessie cut his hair, he loved her when he and Jessie shared that awkward garage kiss and when he chopped off Jessie's hand. He loved Michonne then and he loves her now, more than life itself. Had Jessie lived he still would have fallen in love and married Michonne.

Some people like to invalidate Richonne anyway they can, even grasping onto crumbs like Jessie, but in the end none of it matters because Jessie was never supposed to be anything more than a plot device, all she did was delay the inevitable. The believability of Rick having feelings for her was dashed pretty quickly given the heart eyes he gave Michonne every time he saw her and I'm sorry but no one can compete against Andy and Danai in the chemistry department.

If you can't see the electric chemistry between Rick and Michonne/Andy and Danai then I do feel a little for you because you're missing out on experiencing what I believe is the best love story to have ever graced the screen.

I do sometimes wonder if I'm watching the same show because the way some people interpret storylines and character interactions can be so polar opposite that it makes me think that they must just be purposefully ignoring the facts just to make it fit their opinion. I'm all for differing opinions but when the facts go completely against those opinions and clearly prove them wrong then it's not so much someone giving an opinion as them just saying whatever just to arouse a response. And yes I know I'm feeding into that with this post but I just needed to say it and sadly I think we all know the reason for most of this dislike and hate towards Michonne and Richonne.

Michonne is not Rick's second choice, she's not his third choice, she's not someone he got with just for the physical side of a relationship or because Jessie and Lori died. Michonne is his first, last and forever choice, the love of his life, the mother of his children, the woman he'd kill and die for, she is his entire world. This has been confirmed multiple times throughout TWD and TOWL, there are no ifs or buts about it, all of this is canon and fact and ignoring it doesn't make it any less true. I always have this thought that if you mentioned Jessie to Rick now it would take him a moment to remember who she was.

This ended up being longer than I thought but when I began writing I just kept going! People will always find a way to disrespect and invalidate Rick and Michonne's relationship, no matter what canon tells them but their negativity changes nothing. They can have as many opinions as they wish but Rick and Michonne will still be married, living happily with their children and being more in love than ever and if we are lucky enough to see them again then that will be shown over and over again.

Forever and always it will be Rick and Michonne

[dandymaximilian]

In my opinion, Gideon Gleeful is a character of profound complexity, often overlooked. He has flaws, but it's crucial to remember that the Journal played a significant role in his corruption, magnifying negative traits in those who interact with it. He's far more than a mere "psychopathic creepy kid."

The Journal's innate corrupting abilities explain the character changes in Mabel and Dipper. They go from being mildly selfish and obsessive towards their potential love interests to becoming exaggerated in their actions. For example, in The Time's Traveller's Pig, Dipper sees Wendy as more of an object to win than a person with the right to autonomy. Meanwhile, Mabel becomes more unhinged in her boy craze, to the point of putting others in danger. This also explains why Ford became so consumed by the desire to create a portal, regardless of the consequences. Or why Stan became even more obsessed with gaining money, to the point where he was willing to marry off Mabel, despite being protective over her in other circumstances.

Similarly, the amulet corrupted Gideon's soul, which seems to have twisted his childhood innocence. The audience can see glimpses of it when he giggles over ice cream, is excited by sparkles, or even has child-like tantrums, but for the most part, it seems to have been overshadowed by his need for power. Considering how little he put into developing it, Gideon wanted something other than Gideon Land. He didn't even seem to put effort into pursuing Mabel after his introduction episode, not to the extent of Dipper with Wendy. Power is essential to Gideon, but he only seems to enjoy it briefly. He always wants more, and this desire never seems to be quenched. He's always scheming and scouring the journal to fill a void. Despite the attention, fame, and spoiled lifestyle he lives, nothing is ever enough.

So why did Gideon do anything?

There are two reasons: one, Gideon was a puppet to fuel the apocalypse. Bill Cipher intended for Gideon to create conflict within the Pine family. He groomed him into believing Gideon and Mabel were soul mates, and he used him to keep her trapped in her escapist bubble. While I don't think Bill Cipher planned everything to the T, he is an opportunist; I do not doubt that Gideon was a tool for his gain. Gideon is exceptionally lonely, intellectually curious, and needs to fit in with his younger peers. Like Ford, he was the perfect person to manipulate and use. This external manipulation played a significant role in Gideon's actions. Gideon may have become spoiled without Bill Cipher's influence, but not the ruthless person we see throughout the series. He may have been more of a mischievous trickster, which we see in "The Deep End."

The second reason Gideon did anything was desperation. Similar to Mabel, he wanted ANYONE to give him attention. And like Mabel, he thinks the only way to keep this attention is to have a heterosexual relationship. As seen at the end of the series, other kids dislike him. He's a chubby child who is gender non-conforming, acts like a mini adult, and has mental health issues. He is a prime target for bullying, similar to Ford. Likely, he never met anyone his age who understood him, and the adults idolize him, but they don't get him. Oftentimes, they patronize him. Therefore, I believe Gideon didn't romantically like Mabel but merely saw her as a kindred spirit to cling to. If Mabel or Dipper were as corrupted and manipulated as Gideon, their obsessive romantic or platonic pursuits would've been no different.

If characters like Pacifica or Stanford are given leeway despite their immense flaws and mistakes, then Gideon should also be. He no longer has any reason to want to 'possess ' Mabel, as he is now free from Bill Cipher's influence. He understands that he's better off pursuing someone who genuinely loves him, not just the first person who gives him attention and understanding. It's significant that he could win the prisoners' loyalty. These bonds weren't forged because he's a sadistic manipulator but because there's a part of Gideon that genuinely cares about people. The gang unconditionally accepted his darkness and unconventional behaviour, so he tried to give them the best life possible. This shows that Gideon is not a monster but a character with the potential for further redemption.

[collinrobinsonsglasses]

I have two words for you: jealous Izzy

Maybe reader is simply very close to someone on the ship and Izzy thinks they are dating, or reader's ex shows up and Izzy (since his only other time he was in love, that we know of, it was the unrequired disaster with Ed) figures reader will leave him and the crew for this twat and he keeps being a grumpy ass

These are just vague ideas, honestly there is so little Izzy/reader that I am happy with whatever I can get

⁽ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶦᶠ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ʷᵉˡˡ ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉⁿ, ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ⁿᵃᵗᶦᵛᵉ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏᵉʳ⁾

This request was written super well, and I loved the idea. <3

Izzy Hands X Reader (GN)

Jealousy, Jealousy.

Masterlist

Your gaze lingered on the shoreline, soaking in the familiar sights, as The Revenge sailed closer to the place you once called home. It had been years since you last set foot on the shore where you grew up. Though you no longer had family there, the nostalgia stirred excitement within you. As you mentally compiled a list of your favorite places to share with the crew during shore leave, a flicker of movement caught your eye. Across the deck, Izzy’s gaze found yours, and for a moment, your heart skipped a beat. With a nervous smile, you returned his gaze. There was an unexplainable anticipation to reveal the place you once called home to Izzy, a desire for him to truly understand you, even though nothing romantic had ever happened between you. 

The longing to be closer to Izzy was a secret you had only shared one drunken night with Olu, Jim, and Archie. After a few too many swigs of rum, you let your desire slip, expecting ridicule or disbelief. Jim’s immediate reaction was to dismiss the idea as pure idiocy, while Archie, always one to revel in chaos, egged you on, perhaps sensing the potential for drama. Yet, it was Olu who offered the most genuine support, his caring nature shining through in that moment, as it always did. All three of your friends showed their support in distinct ways, each with your best interests at heart. 

You made your way towards Izzy, who stood at the edge of the ship, his gaze fixed on the tiny town ahead. His grip on the boat’s railing was steady, his expression unreadable as always. As you approached him and settled beside him, you couldn’t help but wonder what thoughts occupied his mind. With an awkward smile, you greeted him, resting your arms against the rail, trying to summon the courage to start a conversation. 

“Hey, Izzy,” you began, lightly tapping the wood beneath your fingers. “The crew’s planning to hit a bar tonight. You should come with us.” 

“The whole crew?” You observed as Izzy’s expression tightened, you assumed he was envisioning the lively chaos that usually came with spending an evening with Stede Bonnet’s crew. 

“I think even Stede and Ed are coming,” you added, unsure whether this news would be received positively or negatively by Izzy. 

“Someone has to stay with the ship.” he remarked, you observed as Izzy turned abruptly, leaving you behind, though not without a moment of hesitation. He pivoted back to face you, his expression hinting at an unspoken urgency. “Thank you for inviting me.” he grumbled, before taking off once more. You stared off into his direction, feeling defeated, you could feel your shoulders slink down. 

“Eso fue embarazoso” Jim whispered, wrapping their arm around you teasingly. 

“Vete a la mierde” you retorted playfully, but as you rested your forehead on the side of the ship, a sense of embarrassment washed over you. 

“It’s him that’s embarrassing, not you,” Jim reassured with an eye roll, yanking your arm gently to lead you towards the main deck where more members of the crew were waiting to go ashore. 

The night took a turn for the better once the familiar sights of home surrounded you, leaving your interaction with Izzy a distant memory back on the boat. Your favorite bar looked exactly as you remembered, with its simple decor and the same cheap rum. Halfway through the night, your gaze caught a familiar face across the crowded bar - your childhood sweetheart, Samuel. He seemed almost surreal as memories from the past flooded your mind, but the love you once felt for him now felt like a distant echo of someone you used to be. It was still a comforting sight to see his face, and the remainder of the night, he stayed by your side, engaging with the crew. 

He bought everyone drinks, eagerly listened to Stede’s tales of piracy, and repeatedly expressed his joy at seeing you again throughout the night. His presence brought a sense of relief, making home truly feel like home. Seeing him transported you back to your younger days when everything seemed simpler. You and Sam had been so young when you were together, and although relationships like that often don’t last, your parting had been amicable. You were both heading in different directions - the sea calling you while Sam seemed content to stay rooted at home. 

In the end, it had been a successful night. Despite Izzy’s rejection weighing heavily on your mind, Sam’s presence provided a temporary distraction. The lively atmosphere of the bar, coupled with the antics of the rest of the crew, kept you on your toes. Sam left with a promise to find you the next night, and the crew set off back to the ship, the night’s events lingering in the air as they made their way home. As you walked back to the ship, Jim’s arm slipped around you, while they gave you a knowing gaze. 

“No,” you interjected, feeling the weight of their unspoken question. 

“I didn’t say anything.” Jim’s arm still draped comfortingly over your shoulder. 

Archie caught up on your other side. “I like him,” she stated simply, lightly punching your arm. 

“Leave it, you two,” Olu laughed from behind. 

“It was good to see him,” you sighed, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “But we’re only here for a couple days.” 

You and the crew returned to the ship, your arm linked with Olu’s as you strolled along, pointing out different buildings and sharing stories from your childhood. Though a part of you wondered what Izzy had been up to tonight, being with the crew always lifted your spirits. 

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Izzy had spent the entire night pacing the ship, consumed by curiosity about what the crew was up to ashore, yet lacking the courage to join them. He cursed himself for being such a fucking coward, especially when it came to you. After everything that had happened with Edward, he had vowed to guard his heart against developing feelings for anyone, if he could help it. But slowly, without him realizing, you had managed to sneak your way into his heart, leaving him uncertain of what to do next. He had never been good at this kind of thing. 

You had extended the invitation to spend time together, even if the entire crew would be there. Izzy regretted his hesitation and that he declined your offer. Izzy couldn’t shake the feeling that you were only including him out of kindness. He didn’t particularly enjoy big group gatherings, rowdy drinking, or any of the activities that typically accompanied shore leave. For him, it was much simpler to focus on getting a job done. Even still, he felt like he had made a mistake. 

The next morning, Izzy found himself in the captain’s quarters, attempting to gather information about the day’s plans while absentmindedly running his finger through the flame of one of Stede’s candles. Stede calmly sipped on a cup of tea, nibbling on his breakfast, while Edward sat beside him, his fingers lightly tracing over Stede’s. 

“You missed a fun night out, Iz,” Edward remarked with a smile, his fingers now intertwined with Stede’s. “You should come tonight.” 

“Samuel was lovely. Wasn’t he, Ed?” Stede replied, a goofy grin spreading across his face. 

“Yeah. He was,” Edward answered plainly, a small smile directed at Stede, though Izzy noticed the nervous glance Edward shot in his direction. 

“Who the fuck is Samuel?” Izzy huffed, curious about Edward’s strange reaction. 

As Stede explained that Samuel was your childhood sweetheart, Izzy’s lips tightened into a thin line, feeling a surge of heat rising from his chest. He sensed Edward’s eyes fixed on him and watched as Edward squeezed Stede’s hand, attempting to swiftly change the subject. Part of Izzy was thankful he wasn’t there, because the mere thought of you with someone else made his blood boil, yet having to imagine it was equally unpleasant. 

“Like I said,” Edward whispered after Stede had finished, giving Izzy an encouraging glance, “you should come tonight, Iz.” 

“Fine,” Izzy grumbled. 

As the crew walked through the city, Izzy found himself reluctantly trailing towards the back of the group, keeping a watchful eye on you as you walked alongside Olu. Your gaze met his when you glanced back, offering a warm smile and a pat on Olu’s arm before halting in your tracks. You waited until Izzy caught up, falling into step beside him. 

“I’m glad you’re coming tonight, Iz.” 

Izzy felt your fingers lightly squeeze his arm. Despite trying to maintain a stoic position, Izzy felt his heart swell at your touch. 

Izzy felt a small smile spread across his face. “Me too,” he replied nervously. Walking beside you, and feeling your small touch, had already made coming out tonight worth it. 

At the table in the bar, you stayed by his side, engaging in conversation with him, Ed, and Stede. As the night progressed, Izzy found himself pleasantly surprised by how at ease he felt in your company. Your laughter was infectious, and the warmth in your eyes made him forget about his earlier hesitations. With each passing moment, Izzy found himself opening up, letting down the walls he had built around himself. His expression shifted abruptly as the crew began calling out Samuel’s name. A tightness crept into his features, his jaw clenching involuntarily at the sight of the unwelcome presence. 

Izzy’s glare intensified as Samuel glided over and smoothly positioned himself next to you, his arm casually draping around your shoulders and drawing you closer. Izzy scrutinized your expression, noting the awkward smile that appeared on your lips. 

“Samuel, this is Israel Hands, the first mate,” you gently introduced, directing your gaze towards Izzy. 

Samuel extended his hand for a handshake, but Izzy only grunted in response, his body tensing with a mixture of annoyance and rage. Izzy quickly stood up, retreating to the bar and leaving the crew behind. 

After a few minutes, Izzy felt someone join him and looked over to see you peering curiously at him. 

“You okay, Iz?” you whispered. 

“Fuck off.” 

Izzy turned, leaning on the bar, to face the table and his crew. After glaring at Samuel for a moment, he noticed you were still standing there next to him. 

“He seems like a twat,” Izzy hissed towards you.

He saw a small frown beginning to form on your face, but he felt his anger fueling him. 

“You could give him a chance at least,” you said quietly. 

Izzy only replied with a snort. 

“He’s a good man. He cares about me” Izzy heard the anger beginning to rise in your voice. “He asked me to stay here with him.” 

“Maybe you should,” Izzy shrugged, attempting to appear nonchalant, but inside, he was consumed by panic. The mere thought of losing you from the ship fueled his hatred towards Samuel even more. 

“You think I should stay here?” you asked, your tone tinged with uncertainty. 

“Do whatever the fuck you want,” Izzy hissed back. 

Izzy watched with a sinking feeling as tears seemed to form in your eyes, and you quickly turned away from him, heading back to the table. Instant regret flooded through him as he watched you from afar. He had pushed you away again, right into the arms of some twat named Samuel. 

Izzy noticed Jim glaring at him from across the room, a clear indication of disapproval on their face. Before long, Ed joined Izzy by his side, patting his shoulder in a gesture of support.

“Hey, Iz,” Ed whispered, his expression clouded with concern. When Izzy made no move to speak, Edward persisted. “You’ve got to tell them how you feel. Talk it through. Stop being a dick.” 

Izzy left the bar as quickly as he could, but Edward’s words echoed relentlessly in his mind. The mere thought of you leaving, staying here with another man, and no longer being on The Revenge made him feel sick to his stomach. When he finally reached the ship, he paced back and forth on the deck, his mind consumed by imaginary conversations with you. He desperately searched for something he could say to make you stay.  

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Tonight, as you walked back to the ship with the group, you remained silent, keeping to yourself instead of engaging in conversation with the group. You had made a decision earlier, telling Samuel that you were leaving with The Revenge. He had been understanding, as always, making goodbye feel harder. You had never entertained the idea of staying behind, not when you had finally found a new family on your ship. The truth was, you had only mentioned it to Izzy to gauge his reaction, to see if he cared enough to ask you to stay. But it was painfully obvious that he didn’t. 

As you and the crew boarded the ship, you felt a soft grasp around your arm, gently leading you to the back of the ship. Turning, you saw that the grasp belonged to Izzy. Curiosity piqued, you followed him silently as he led you away from the group. Once you reached your destination, you and Izzy stared at each other for a moment, a palpable tension hanging in the air. Izzy appeared lost, unsure of what to say next. As the moment stretched into a long silence, you opened your mouth, intending to break the tension, but before you could speak, Izzy quickly began to talk. 

“Don’t leave,” Izzy’s words pierced the silence, catching you off guard. 

“What?” 

“Don’t leave. I know I don’t have any right to ask you to stay, but don’t stay with that fucking twat.” Izzy’s gaze bore into yours, his eyes filled with intensity, almost pleading with you to reconsider. 

“Why?” you whispered. 

“Samuel might care about you, but there are people here who care about you more.” Izzy whispered back, his voice vulnerable as he nervously tugged at the ring around his neck. 

“Like who?” The anticipation built within you, as you silently hoped he would say himself. 

“Olu, Jim, Archie… the whole crew,” Izzy grumbled, his eyes shifting nervously towards the floor. 

“Do you care about me more?” you asked sweetly, hoping to coax Izzy into meeting your eyes. “Because I care about you.” 

At your words, Izzy’s gaze quickly met yours, a flicker of emotion dancing in his eyes. Then, slowly but steadily, Izzy’s features softened, his guard melting away as he reached out to gently cup your cheek. “I care about you more than that twat,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. 

“I’m not leaving, Iz,” you smiled warmly towards him, relief flooding through you. “I don’t know what I would do without the crew, without you.” 

You and Izzy gazed at each other for a moment, the warmth of his touch lingering on your cheeks. Suddenly, a smirk flashed across your face as you finally understood what had been weighing on Izzy’s mind. 

“You were jealous,” you teased, a knowing smile dancing on your lips. 

“Fuck off,” Izzy replied, but you could see a smile stretching across his face, his attempt to maintain a stern facade failing. 

“You like me,” you whispered, your eyes tracing his lips with a playful glint. 

Izzy interrupted your playful banter with his lips, silencing your teasing words with a kiss filled with longing and desire. His lips were soft yet demanding against yours. You responded eagerly, your hands finding their way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. 

“Wooo,” you heard Archie’s voice echo across the deck. “About time.” 

The sound of her voice broke the spell, and you and Izzy turned to see the rest of the crew watching with amused grins. It was clear that your moment had not gone unnoticed, and a chorus of cheers and whistles erupted from the gathered crew members. You noticed Edward give a small wink to Izzy, a knowing look passing between them. 

“I should make you jealous more often,” you giggled, the playful tone in your voice carrying a hint of mischief.  

Izzy only rolled his eyes at this comment, unable to suppress a fond smile as he pulled you in again for another tender kiss. 

[tech-flyer]

[INTRO POST YAY]

Petra - Interastral Peace Corporation, Technology Department

"If youre about to put more on my plate, please just.. Dont. I know im good at this but i already have my hands full, im not the only person that can do this, you know? Why dont you ever ask someone else…"

Despite her ambitious nature, rarely would others describe her as such, due to her tendency to avoid unnecessary work. She spends most of her free time dedicated to her own personal projects - that is to say building random robotic creatures she finds adorable. Unfortunately for her, such things are not very welcome in the Corporation as theyre seen as mere distractions, often leading to her creations sadly being discarded.

"I know im skilled but im not a miracle worker! Cant they extend the deadline just a bit..?"

Although intelligent, she keeps a down to earth demeanour which often causes others to underestimate her skills and knowledge. Those who know her well often remark how eerie it is to hear her talk about robots, as if she knew them from inside and out - as if they were people, and as if shes one of them.

"Yes, of course i understand the assignment, but cant i work with someone else? These people dont even remember my name, how can i trust them to remember what parts to get, let alone how to put them together?"

While she once believed the IPC had a good cause, her rose coloured glasses quickly fell off once she was officially employed. The Corporation was no longer her saviour, but a controlling force, slowly draining her passion for the robotics away - she would much rather spend her days doing her own thing.

The young robotics enthusiast often wonders what her life would look like if she teamed up with someone else, mostly enjoying the thought of joining the Intelligentsia Guild alongside her idol. She always enjoyed his company, especially fascinated by his critiques which are taken very seriously by her, fascinated by such a critical mind helping her get as close to perfection with projects as possible.

"Im sorry to say this but this project seems a bit too.. oh? In person with The Intelligentsia Guild again? Ah, of course, ill get to it right away! "

While taking every negative comment with a brave face, she was always very desperate to impress someone higher, yet it seemed impossible. She understood why people underestimate her, who say shes nothing special, often agreeing with the sentiment herself.

"Anyone could do it with enough practice, after all."

"Dont you ever wonder why everything seems so strange? The world hides so many secrets from you Pigeon, and yet you are so uninterested in the truth. Will the day ever come where you finally care to ask for answers…?"

// this took way too long im not a good writer . thats all for now....at least untill i figure out what else i need here, will be adding more stuff when needed :3

lmk if ive made any mistakes btw!! first time doing smthn like this so yea (◍•ᴗ•◍")

anyone is welcome to join in any way they want and interact with her ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

main blog: @razzmothazz

[livelaughghoul]

Lewis Hamilton and Nico Rosberg Relationship Tarot Reading

Disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes only, nothing observed or taken away from this should be considered fact. As a reminder, I know fuck all about Formula 1, I just like fast cars and have a dumb amount of knowledge of astrology and tarot. 

Hey besties. Thank you for being patient with me while dealing with my husband’s medical issues. To be completely upfront and honest, we don’t have any resolution, and there may continue to be some sporadic posting and breaks taken if he has another episode. I was hoping that only one of us in this marriage would have a chronic illness or long-term medical issues, but turns out, that both my husband and I are trying to outdo each other in terms of our medical complications (I’m still winning, because like my neurological issues absolutely body his blood clot, and yes, I am using humor to cope with the anxiety this caused). 

I’ve done some more research and explored the lore, but I am still nowhere near knowledgeable about any of these men. What I will say is that the older ones (Lewis, Jenson, Kimi, and Mark) are the ones that have me the most feral. I won’t lie, I watched like, one video on Lewis and Nico, and guys, I am so emotional over them. I think that there is a lot of history there, and I think that history can be really hard to move on from or heal from. I made wanted to see what the cards had to say about the current and future relationship, so here is the reading for Lewis and Nico! 

Current relationship - Six of Cups 

The Six of Cups is this nostalgic card, it’s remembering what was shared between friends. It’s one of those cards that is really difficult in terms of relationship readings, at least in my opinion. The way that I look at the Six of Cups when thinking about someone's current relationship, especially if that relationship is strained, tells me that someone is still holding onto the past in a way that prevents forward movement. I think that either Lewis or Nico is unable to move on from what happened between them, that pain and hurt run deeper than what is known. They may be able to act somewhat civil when near each other, but I don’t think that there is a way to get back to what the friendship was. 

Future relationship - Strength, reversed 

I think that any friendship between the two of them, beyond the sparse interactions now, is going to be plagued with a lot of negative emotions, insecurities, and general doubts. I imagine that no matter how much healing and work goes into it, there is always going to be that rawness that is there. When I see Strength in the reversal position it’s more internal than anything, so I think that in the future if they were to really rebuild a friendship, it would be plagued with a lot of internal doubts and insecutirties. I don’t see a way that the friendship ever returns to what it was, I think that there is just too much hurt there. It’s possible though that slowly over time an olive branch is extended, but I think that there is always going to be some distance to a degree. 

[mavcancees]

Have you by any chance taken a look at r/dwt2 recently? I'd really like to hear your thoughts on the posts over there about Dream's interactions (or lack thereof) with the fanbse rn and the big content drought. I think you always have realistic outlooks on this stuff and it would definitely help some people on here that I know are trying not to feel too down about it. (100% /nf)

hello dashboard

this is the longest post i have ever written. remember, this is how i personally see things. you don't have to agree with all of it or at all. still, long as fuck. you have been warned

i do not use reddit and i especially don't visit spaces that are a vent melting pot. not something i want to encourage by giving it clicks

however it is a topic i do have thoughts on, of various kinds, so walk with me on this one. i believe the position is in right now is 1 - one he hates, 2 - one he was forced to be in and 3 - one he's too afraid to get out of

you can understand my second point easily, i don't think there's any argument about it. if it was up to him, the current state of his content would not be like this, not talking quality, but in the general lack of it. he had to reorganise his life around october 2022 to the point he considered quitting. that's not an easy thing, logistically an otherwise, and for dream out of all people to have even think about it, it must have been a tremendous feat to get out of that spot mentally. then he could not make usmp happen. dealing with the hate. gumball. releasing the video. these aren't things that he could predict, and did shape the timeline of content release

i don't want to say i feel a bitterness about it from him, because he's not a bitter person. but when he talks about the things that weren't, i do feel that sad yearn, the-one-that-got-away-esque vibe in the conversation. which is completely understandable, because those are his projects he put time thought money and love in. and then he gets the carpet pulled, and now we're here. i feel people forget that a bit you feel sad about all the content, imagine him. we knew about usmp for tops 3 or 4 days, he had been working on it for months. empathise with him a bit and understand this is not a place he wants to be in either

my general "critique" of him regarding the situation is the third point. i say fear, i don't exactly know if that's what it is, and just as above, i understand why it would exist yes, obviously the face reveal and meeting fans and having the parasocialism hit you in the face changes a lot. i understand, say, walking back from his "Stans" video, i understand walking back on the nsfw, i get those things. but we're a bit past that point now, where denouncing that parasocialism is turning into what i see as becoming the cc he has said he doesn't want to be

and i say this as someone that has been around for a WHILE. he has in the past spoken negatively about the path he is taking. the cc that's removed from his audience, the famous guy that has all his accounts managed, the creator with the over scripted, over hyped, removed of all spontaneous dynamic content that ends up either underdelivering, or not delivering at all. ( note here, i don't think dream will ever underdeliver. not in his dna. simply describing that general persona )

he's not there yet, at all, but he's edging close enough where people are starting to feel uneasy about it. some quietly, some in an understanding tone, others demanding and demeaning. and i feel at every step of walking down this figurative path, my first and second points ring very loudly. he doesn't really want this, he never asked for any of this. he has been forced into this position. but now he's on this weird stasis chamber of sorts, not fully in it but also doing nothing to get out ? i see the absolute love he has for music. i see how much he loves minecraft, and his fans, and the weirdness of it all. but he's alienating himself from it and not particularly putting up any sort of fight. not even raising his voice. nothing at all

no snapchats no tweets no likes no replies no streaming no casual popping into a friend's stream. and i am happy for him ! let me make that super clear ! taking time for himself, chilling, doing things in private. i'm glad he has that space now, and he's enjoying a life he very much could not have for years

but the very overwhelming, and genuinely new type of quiet makes that uneasiness i mentioned before grow exponentially. this isn't a quiet we're used to, and i have been through many. i am personally fine with it, i am not the one to demand content, i can simply do something else. but it does worry me he's kind of just taking the punches, and is taking them so much to heart he has removed himself this much from the public, in a seemingly unnecessary fashion. and here's the real issue for me on that third point, and where that worry comes from, and maybe in part curiosity ?

he's sure of what he's doing. at least it appears that way. i don't see all the puzzle pieces, and i am concerned at the picture they paint. is he scared ? is he tired ? is he waiting it out even more ? should i be concerned ? is that maybe too parasocial, or am i just so put off by the change of scenery and the lack of explanation for some of these changes ( like i said, i understand some, but others seem out of left field ) , it that it makes me reasonably worried

still. i get it

i criticize some of it, because yeah, i am selfish, i want the content creator that i have been following for five years to be, at least in part, the one i subscribed to. i want some content, any content, at all

i also understand the road to here was not the one neither of us expected it to be, and it changed him more than it changed me

i am a passive onlooker of his life, and i have no right to make demands to what he gives me access to. i only can complain as much as it is appropriate, which is vocalising my feelings of missing him, because he has given me a piece, and now i don't quite get why it's gone. previously he would have told us why, now it's dead lining

but it's his life. it's his time. it's his piece. and it's his choice. he can do with it as he pleases. i can be unhappy. i can have issues with it, i can worry. i can demand explanations. i am not entitled an answer. the second people understand that last part, they will have a much better time dealing with the quiet

i miss him, i really do. i understand why he's gone. i don't approve of how far he's taking it. but that doesn't fucking matter, because whatever the reasoning is, if he is doing it this way, it's for a reason that's enough to him. and i'd say, we have to trust him with his own life

[royboyfanpage]

HELLO BELOVED can u tell me abt how Wally and Roy's friendship/views of each other change after Wally finds out Roy is/was an addict (i think he finds out after Roy is clean???)

The few issues Ive seen abt this stuff were N52 so I feel like ur a better source

Alrightalrightalright

So first thing's first, I'm gonna address-

This, which I feel like is the most notable instance of Wally’s reaction to Roy’s heroin addiction (funnily enough, another mutual sent me a DM about these exact panels a few days ago- we’re on a streak with these). Now, it’s important to note that these panels were from Titans (2008), specifically #23, which was one of the comics leading up to Rise of Arsenal and, later, Roy teaming up with Deathstroke in this same series. At this point in time, Roy was already in the hospital and Lian was already dead- he just hadn’t woken up yet. Now, I don’t have any sources to back up that this is what DC was actually trying to do so I’m just talking from my observations, but this issue in particular very heavily focused on trying to alienate Roy- particularly, a teen Roy who didn’t have Lian yet. Almost all of the flashbacks, and even a few bits of dialogue outside of the flashbacks, are very derogatory towards Roy. See:

Yeah. Just in general, very not nice towards him. It tries to paint him as someone who doesn’t belong with the rest of the team, an outcast (which is just bullshit considering they literally made Roy a Justice League member a few years earlier for the exact opposite reason). A little side note- one of the flashbacks in the issue is a continuation to the ending of Teen Titans: Year 1 #5, a comic which was far more enjoyable than this one, and I wish we’d gotten an actual resolution to that little storyline inside of Year 1 instead of… whatever this is. Anyway, back to #23, at the end of the issue there is one little scene wherein we see Wally and Roy actually getting along in a flashback, and it’s when Lian’s introduced. Which, if you remember what’s just happened at that point in time and what’s going to happen in the Rise of Arsenal arc… yeah, you can see why they wanna push the narrative that Roy’s friends only liked him after Lian was born, particularly Wally.

So! Lets’s rewind back to the 60s and see Roy and Wally’s relationship pre-retcon, both pre and post Snowbirds.

Roy and Wally’s first interactions in the original Teen Titans series were generally pretty positive! Particularly when Roy was a “guest star” instead of an official member, Wally expressed a lot of respect for him and genuinely enjoyed working with him

The main problem with their relationship came from, as most problems do, a love triangle. In all honesty, the Roy Donna Wally love triangle is one of my least favourite Titans things- it’s just kinda unnecessary. However, at least in most instances, in the original Teen Titans run this triangle wasn’t particularly aggressive- in fact, the most aggressive Roy ever got over Donna was actually with Hawk, not Wally. Titans (2008) definitely played it up a lot more than it ever was previously, especially on Wally’s end. But the love triangle was definitely more of a Big Issue between them than Roy’s addiction- when Roy returns to the Titans post-Snowbirds, Wally’s concerns have nothing to do with his addiction but more on “0h great, Roy’s back so I don’t get a shot with Donna”

Generally speaking, Wally and Roy do have a pretty close relationship most of the time, especially when they reach adulthood. The only instance that comes to mind immediately where Wally talks about Roy’s drug addiction prior to pre-Rise era is in Teen Titans (1996) #13, and even that is not particularly negative and also not spoken aloud (though there may be more I haven’t considered)

And even in the Gargoyle issues of Titans 1999 where tensions are at an all time high, Wally’s the Titan Roy has the least significant issues with- going just off of memory the only real “conflict” between them was Wally’s single remark of “he’s not even an original member” and the very brief revival of the Roy-Donna-Wally love triangle for a panel.

I might be forgetting some things (to be perfectly honest, of all of Roy’s Fab Five relationships Wally is the one I think about the least), but generally speaking all the conflict between Roy and Wally surrounding Roy’s addiction was fabricated in Titans 2008. Why Wally? Not sure. But yeah, they’re buddies :)

[avonne-writes]

Hi! I want to start by saying that I love your writing, it's well-planned and easy to follow, but captivating and detailed at the same time, and I've spent so much time rereading your works that it's honestly embarassing, but I can't help myself, because each time I find some other detail to focus on, which makes it all worthwhile.

But I wanted to ask about your HS AU - specifically about the other canon characters from MOTA. I remember you mentioned that they (Brady, Benny, Curt, and all the others) don't know the severity of Gale's home situation, only that he spends a lot of time at Bucky's. But they surely had to notice something? Especially after the events of "Broken Things"? Maybe they didn't know about the situation in details, but if the boys (or just Gale) missed school in that period of 10 days between "Broken Things" and "Silence", they must have asked questions? They must have sent messages to both of them? Maybe Gale and John tried to cover it with an illness or a roadtrip or something, but there must have been times, after he came back to school, when he didn't feel quite like himself, and when Bucky was visibly distraught when Gale wasn't near or when he was more quiet than usual, etc. Sorry for rambling, I'm just very curious, in general, if they ever suspected something, or how Gale and John handled that at school, with their closest friends?

For satisfying my curiosity, thanks in advance <3

Hi dear, thank you for the ask! ❤️ Nothing makes me happier than to hear that you guys are enjoying my stories. These were great questions!

Gradually, their friends became more aware of Gale's family issues as Gale's mental health started to deteriorate before Broken Things. They put two and two together and filled the gaps - sometimes incorrectly - with their own assumptions.

When Gale cracks, there's no hiding it, but Gale and Bucky try not to share how bad it got.

Bucky goes back to school on day 2 after it happens but Gale is absent for a few more days. Their friends can already tell from Bucky’s agitated, sleep-deprived, unusually quiet behaviour that something is very wrong. To their questions, he just says that Gale is away because of family issues.

Some of the boys message Gale, but Gale brushes them off. He pretends it's a much less serious issue than it actually is.

When Gale comes back to school, their friends are ready to move on and carry on as usual, but they can tell that Gale is not okay. He goes through all the motions but his and Bucky's interactions give it away, because they're not as playful as usual. Constant worried looks from Bucky, half-embraces that look more protective than possessive, quiet affection instead of over the top flirting.

The boys are all texting each other separately to discuss what's going on. Bucky told one of them that Gale moved in with him, Gale told someone else that he just didn't want to feel anything anymore.

It's Curt who eventually takes the plunge, texts Gale and finds a way to stir the conversation to what happened, and then he doesn’t let up. He tells Gale that they're his friends and worry about him.

This is all through text, which is lucky for Curt because that's why Gale is eventually able to open up a bit. He says that he considered taking his life and that's why he needed things to change. He still paints a less severe picture than reality, but it's better than nothing. He gives Curt permission to tell the others but also says he doesn’t want to talk about it.

The issues John and Gale struggle with for the rest of Year 12 affect their friend group negatively. With some other things (like new girlfriends, university plans etc.) also pulling them away, it becomes less tight-knit than it used to be, and they don't hang out as often as in the past. Their paths diverge, and it's mostly just Bucky-Curt and Bucky-Brady who stay in touch regularly after high school.

[buddiebeginz]

I'm not sure what Buddie stuff we might get in this next ep but one thing I wanted to talk about is if something like a kiss were to happen it's important that we don't attack the show for it. I understand not wanting a cheating storyline (even though for clarification Buck isn't in an exclusive relationship with T*mmy as of yet). And definitly as a someone who is bi myself I completely get not wanting to see bisexual stereotypes perpetuated.

Still when it comes to tv they often will do love triangle/cheating storylines for drama. There's also the fact that tv shows often handle cheating differently than the real world. On a tv show a kiss might be handled differently than say if someone had sex with someone who wasn't their partner. I'm not saying they both aren't messed up but look at how the show handled Buck kissing Lucy vs Hen sleeping with Eva. Buck and Taylor didn't break up after she found out about Lucy but Karen and Hen did separate for a bit after what Hen did.

I'm not saying I think cheating is okay. I don't want Buddie to start out this way I just know it's a super common trope. But regardless I think as a fandom we really need to be a positive presence on all of the social media platforms rooting for Buddie to happen.

The B/T fans are out in large numbers right now being very vocal for the ship they want to stick around, some even want this to be Buck's endgame ship. They definitely aren't going to be happy if Buck and Eddie kiss because they know it threatens their ship. So I'm sure many of them will speak out about it.

We can't be adding to the backlash of a (possible) Buddie kiss by leaving negative comments and making post after post, some of which people involved with the show will inevitably see (remember Oliver has stated multiple times they see things we post online).

I get that there's these messed up stereotypes that bisexual people can't make up our minds that all we're ever gonna do is cheat on the people we care about. I get that if a cheating storyline comes about it will be upsetting for a lot of you. Again I don't want this to be how Buddie starts but at the same time if we are out there attacking the show for the first Buddie kiss it will look VERY bad for us and our ship and will only keep us further from canon Buddie. If Buddie do kiss we need to be encouraging the show to continue their storyline. Because you best believe that any and all interaction between T*mmy and Buck is going to garner positive engagement from those fans and it is only going to give Tim and the writers more incentive to keep him around.

This post might just be me rambling for nothing because nothing of consequence may even happen between Buddie in the next ep but I wanted to get this out just in case. I do believe Tim has a plan for Buddie regardless of what is being said in his interviews but that doesn't meant fan engagement can't alter things. The out pourting of love and support we've given the show for years for Buddie is part of why bi Buck has even happened. We want the show to know that if they're moving in a romantic direction with Buddie we support it. You also have to realize there's a lot of people right now complaining about Buck even being bi at all. For all the positive feedback they're getting for bi Buck ABC and Oliver etc are also dealing with a good amount of backlash to this story too. I just think we don't need to add to that.

[sableraven]

I like both! 😊

Hi, sorry for the late reply, but here is a short drabble of what you requested. I set it in the Fallen Petals universe so Lily is Homelander’s sidekick.

Hope you enjoy it ❤️

tw: n0ncon, Homelander in general

Lily swallows nervously. Her throat felt like it is swallowing broken glass and she could barely breathe. Her hands tremble as she looks outside the window. Homelander had mentioned the event being full, but there had to be nearly 300 people in the crowd. All for a worshipping event?

The only reason for Lily being here was because of a minor scuffle at a Christian youth retreat she was forced into. One of the other Supe youth leaders had gotten handsy with Lily and she accidentally cursed at him to stop. Considering it was in front of children, parental groups didn’t take kindly to it. The media ran with an “out of control” Magdalene in a series of bad habits that questioned whether she was “pure” as Vought marketed her. Conveniently, none of the media stories cited that asshole groping her ass for what ignited the conflict.

She imagined herself on stage, sitting next to Homelander, faking a smile, and being prodded with questions about Magdalene. Given the crowd skewed primarily older, she knew she would be judged. They always did. Passive-aggressive comments about her revealing outfit, how ill-fitted she looked next to Homelander, and the thinly veiled racist remarks about her competency. She couldn’t be here. 

“Nervous are you?” questions Homelander, startling her. She whips her head to see him entering the room. “I hope you’re not having second thoughts. It is a shame for you to have cold feet now.” 

She glances at the window. To make matters worse, cameras are live-streaming the event. “There’s too many people out there.” 

“Nothing you haven’t seen before. Besides, they only care to see me. You’re just an added bonus to boost your ratings.” 

Lily frowns. “I don’t…” The last she checked her score went from 83 to 81. She turns to face the window and crosses her arms. Sighing, she replies, “My ratings aren’t that bad.” 

It was no secret that the majority of Magdalene’s popularity relied on her association with Homelander. People thoroughly enjoyed their interactions. The supposed father-daughter duo that Homelander parades mixed in with the savior role he plays in Magdalene’s “backstory” that Vought created has the audience admiring their dynamic. Everyone applauds Homelander for “adopting” an orphan who lost her parents to crime as if it was the most courageous act ever committed. If only they knew. If the audience would turn around right now and look out their window, they would see how creepy Homelander is. 

“Madelyn said you went down two points after the incident you had at the Christian youth shit you went to. Now, two points aren’t terrible compared to some, but remember, you are my sidekick. Your shitty attitude has negative consequences for my reputation.” 

She could feel him hovering over her now. Her face heats up and she focuses her gaze on the crowd below. An unsettling feeling pricks the back of her neck. Knowing that the crowd could easily see them if they wished, does ease Lily a bit. “It’s just two points. I doubt this will help me.” 

“Two points?” Homelander chuckles which sends a shiver down her spine. “I didn’t know I was fucking stupid for complaining about ‘two points.’ Here, let me explain something to you.” 

She hears him unzip her costume and her heart immediately sinks. His hand grazes alongside her skin, pausing when he reaches the bottom curve of her back. “Now, it’s two points, but you are unpredictable.” Roughly, Lily’s face is smooshed against the window. All she could see is the crowd below and them cheering for the next speaker. “Who knows? Maybe you have a stupid outburst with some fan. Someone records it and now you are down five points because your fanbase thinks you’re an insufferable diva.” 

She begins to panic when he stretches the bottom of her leotard. ‘He seriously couldn’t— not when, so many people. Did he even close the door?’ “T—There’s, people, the crowd could see us if—“ Lily stutters, barely able to manage her incoming anxiety attack. In this old building, the windows are transparent and they are on the second floor. Even the windows are jarred slightly opened. 

Behind her, she hears his buckle come off. “You’re right. Someone could see you,” he coldly spat. “How about that? Magdalene the Supe dedicated to remaining sexually pure until marriage. Anyone can see that stupid ring on your finger while watching you get fucked senseless against the window.” 

‘Please, no.’ She whimpers as Homelander slowly fucks her. Oddly, he is gentle. His thrusts at a steady pace and deep strokes that make Lily’s legs tremble. Every time she tries to close her eyes, Lily’s face is pressed back against the window and her eyes open to see the crowd below. The nearest row is yards away, but a simple head turn means anyone could see them. Why is he doing this? Why now?

“T—They’ll know it’s—“ Lily licks her lips. Despite how slow he was going, she couldn’t stop shaking. “It’s y—you. Someone will see—“

“At the angle I’m fucking you?“ He scoffs, his nails digging into her skin. She notices his gloves are gone. It clicks in her head why he removed them. Did he plan this? Was this just a ploy to humiliate her and serve as a warning for her next fuck-up? 

The window is cold against her skin. The only thing in her view is the unsuspecting crowd joining in a group prayer as the Supe, Ezekiel, leads a sermon. The occasional head turn causes her heart to jump. He had to have planned this. Maybe he scoped out the place before Lily arrived to find the right room to punish her in. Or maybe he leveraged her public outburst with Vought to have Lily come here. 

As Lily fails to smother her moans, the older man is frighteningly quiet. It’s scary how controlled Homelander’s breathing is. His slow movements are tortuous, prolonging this humiliation further than it needs to be. The time was nearing them being on stage. Once Ezekiel finishes the sermon and the tithes are passed around the congregation, Homelander and Lily are scheduled to give a speech. 

Another wave of panic hits her. Swallowing hard, she tried to formulate a sentence. “We—We have to,” her mouth is dry. Someone will see. If the time comes for them to be on stage and they’re not there, people will look and find her— “Scream, I—I’ll, I’ll scream. Get off me! I’ll let everyone know!”

It was desperate. Even if Lily was caught, at least people would hear her say it was Homelander. Who else is always around her?

Sharply, Homelander slams into her. She gasps and her legs nearly give out as he stays inside her as deep as he can. “Go ahead. Risk your reputation. Everything is quiet for you to be heard.” Another sharp thrust and Lily cries out. She wants to slap her hand over her mouth, but Homelander has her hand pinned against her back. “No? Nothing? I won’t even run if you scream.” 

She notices the offering plate is on the third to last row. “John, please…”

He shakes his head and ‘tsks’. “Empty threat. I was hoping you would impress me.” Each thrust that comes next is more harsher and harder than the last. He fucks her deeply as if he was testing how deep his cock can go inside her. She bites her lips to soften her moans. Panting pathetically against the window, she watches as the offering plate reaches the last row. She wonders if he’ll finish soon or if he’s eager to kill her career to keep Lily hostage forever. 

Finally, he comes, sounding surprised as he does. Lily hears him panting and she wishes he was dead. He frees Lily’s hand and pulls out, causing her to nearly vomit at what he left inside her. The weight behind her is lifted. Homelander buckles his pants back up while Lily blankly stares at the window. The last person drops their tithes into the offering plate and it’s passed to the deacon. 

“Looks like we’re next,” comments Homelander. His hands are on her again. She flinches, dreading what he’ll do to her next. He zips up her costume, plants a kiss on her cheek, and whispers, “Go clean yourself. We’ll be on in three minutes.” 

[i-never-forgot]

WOO. okay. i gathered some of my thoughts for the nightshade ramble i mentioned earlier so. here goes.

imo i think theres just so much going on between eliana and dusk that it's just. Argh. the textposts you posted fit them and their situation (or what i know since i dont wanna get them wrong by accident) and theres just a lot of regret and pain seeping from both sides following what happened before TP:R and through the interaction eliana had with the guy after having met him again in her return. eliana is resentful and angry and she has absolutely every reason in the world to be because of the little heartstring tugging that dusknoir pulled, for how lowly he is to go to great lengths for her to show that he cares, he cares about what she thinks, what she has to say, just generally being someone who sought out her presence more than anything, leading her down to a path of vulnerability astray to which she will bear her heart down and hand it to him, because he was someone she could trust. but oh, for what is trust in a world where something so small and *meaningless* can be torn apart? dusknoir might've cared, he might have felt something deep down, something that made his cold heart beat, he might have felt things for eliana that would onlh halt his mission through means of emotions he had long repressed (with said emotions slowly breaking through), but where does any of that amount when the execution is far embedded into her mind? where do any of those good memories of long night library musings, feelings and sensations that were so relieving to experience, words and touches that were all pleasant to ruminate on go when she remembers how much she saw the dimensional scream where the malice was plastered in his eye, hands ready to tear out of scorn and hatred and just how much she knew what would have happened if she were to stay further, only to know she walked into the fire? she remembers how much she wanted to change because of him, because of the impact he had on her, positive or negative. and it hurts. hell, it hurts. because even so, even after everything, he still pops up ever so occasionally in her mind. the bitter taste still remains in her mouth when that happens. someone who meant so much to her yet it almost seemed like she mattered nothing to him. did he even care? did he ever? he did. still does. always will. but if she were to ever think of the idea that she can look at him again, and feel that warmth in her heart again, and maybe just feel *happy* for once, it would make her sick. and when he returns, she channels that sickness into hatred. she feels sick just from looking at him. because the idea of doing so would just hurt her again.

and dusknoir. my good, good buddy dusknoir. call it emotional constipation, call it emotional repression, call it cowardice, but that man amuses me in just how his own guilt when coming face to face with the person he'd hurt most just leaves him reduced to nothing. just letting her release all that vitriol at him, and not bothering to fight back. because how could he? his hands had long stopped becoming tools of disposition. no blood shall drip from them again and no one shall be hurt by them again. but maybe it's because he thinks its what he deserves, after all. when he was brought back from his own 'death', all he could feel is the guilt of what he had done. a connection so delicate, one so fragile and so important to him and her, and he shattered it for what is now essentially *for nothing*. he broke down the walls, and left her in the wreckage. he caressed the sun in his own two hands and all he could think of is how to snuff the light out. the light worked against him. it was against his belief. it had to be eliminated. but the light was *warm*. the light made him feel like he belonged to somewhere. a home in his own heart with her in it. she was someone, something, everything, and all he had was nothing. eliana was everything whereas he was nothing. but 'everything' could not last. regretful as he was, he knew what he had to do. maybe, at the stockade, she thought he felt nothing.. but he felt something. everything at once. take the two and *book it*, primal dialga be damned. move, coward! do something! PLEASE! voices that told him to listen to what was right, neatly pushed aside. and he paid the price for doing so. he was back, and she was everywhere. taunting him, killing him slowly. it's almost funny, isn't it? the haunter becoming the haunted, for it was his time to reap what he sowed? looking at a past that he cannot return to, only reach out and caress memories that won't mean anything to anyone? dusknoir thinks it's funny. almost. he had hurt in so many ways, and now she was returning that favor to him. had the others not intervened sooner, he mightve allowed her to finish the job. no love without sacrifice, and the call could only come from inside. but he wasn't gonna leave so easily. he was gonna have to stand there and see it in her eyes. that sadness, clouded by endless anger. she loved him. he loved her. would that still matter? maybe. maybe not. one of them will have to take the pledge and the first step, and neither of them seem keen on doing so.

tl;dr they're okay, i guess.

You are absolutely spot on with this! ALL OF THIS.

I AM S O B B I N G AT "he caressed the sun in his own two hands and all he could think of is how to snuff the light out. the light worked against him. it was against his belief. it had to be eliminated. but the light was *warm*. the light made him feel like he belonged to somewhere. a home in his own heart with her in it. she was someone, something, everything, and all he had was nothing. eliana was everything whereas he was nothing. but 'everything' could not last." LIKE WHOA. YES.

And him thinking about snatching them away and running? *chef's kiss!* He was paralyzed by his own indecision, shocked with his own lack of resolve. It was not malice that kept him stationary, watching the Sableye carry out his orders, but fear. Fear of what would happen. Fear of himself. Fear of the riot of conflicted emotions he felt.

"no love without sacrifice, and the call could only come from inside. but he wasn't gonna leave so easily. he was gonna have to stand there and see it in her eyes. that sadness, clouded by endless anger. she loved him. he loved her. would that still matter? maybe. maybe not. one of them will have to take the pledge and the first step, and neither of them seem keen on doing so." OH MY GOOOOOD. THIS. YOU ABSOLUTE MAD LAD YOU'VE BEEN THEM PINNED LIKE DARTS ON A BOARD. AAAAHAHAHHHHAHHGGHHHHH.

[ailoveuu]

I saw something that inspired this post lmao, but may I remind you all that others do not need to bend to your trauma.

What does this mean? I'll give you an example!

I have a fear of intimacy; it's a byproduct of the toxic relationship I left a few months ago. One of the big things that this impacts is my view of sex and sexuality. It scares me, I am uncomfortable imagining the act of anything sexual. Even while reading it, even if it's the most fluffy and obviously consensual work of fiction ever, I've caught myself crying over it. It's something I'm working on, and intimacy of all types is slowly but surely starting to become something I'm becoming more comfortable with.

Quite a vulnerable part of myself, I'm aware. This, however, is my issue to deal with, not yours. It is not fair to you or anybody for me to go around and police others for creating any work that could be deemed sexual because it triggers me, is it?

The answer is no, because while it may be something that can put me in a negative headspace, it could help someone who dealt with the exact same thing I went through. If anything can help a victim (that isn't self harm or harming others), I am willing to advocate for it.

"But Rosa," you might be saying, "you said that you'd be willing to advocate for those types of works so long as it helps victims and doesn't harm themselves or others, yet you use yourself as an example! Isn't it harming you?"

I am lucky enough that the mere mention of sex will not make me breakdown. I have days where I can look at any type of sexual content and be fine, and others where even just a few words make me want to throw up. This is where curating my online experience comes in.

I have to make the deliberate choice to interact with these types of things. If I notice that it's causing me mental harm, it is up to me to take myself out of the situation. This also can apply to certain ships - I have ships I despise, so it's up to me to block those who ship it and block the overall tag if it bothers me that much.

Remember, the internet owes you nothing. Find a group of people you can rely on, and have them help you. We do not need to bend over to your will because doing so could also harm others.

[banana-pancake5]

alone and desire for both Frida and Vita :0

Okay these got very out of hand very quickly so warning that it’s very long and has some uh… abusive Big Mama mentions (someone tell me if I need to add like a tag or something or change this bc idk if I’m wording it wrong…)

Frida:

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

It depends on the loneliness. If it’s the usual, standing in a room with a priceless artifact and her own thoughts, she’s fine! She ends up day dreaming for hours and is fantastic at shoving any negative memories down to wait for them to come up and break her at some point (usually during the second type of loneliness). She usually day dreams about the surface, meeting Lou Jitsu, or recalls memories of her childhood. But when it’s the other form of loneliness she’s a wreck. And what I mean by “other form” is when it’s used as a punishment. It’s a rare punishment because she always learns from whatever mistake that earned her such a punishment. Big Mama, as her loving form of discipline, will lock Frida in her room for at least a whole day. At the most Frida was trapped in her room for 4 days straight with zero interaction with anyone. Of course, Big Mama would send room keeping to bring her food— well at least when she remembered; she’s a busy woman after all —but the housekeepers were strictly told not to interact in any way. They would place the plate of food and glass of water at the door and step away. The first day of said punishment is usually the hardest for Frida, the second the door closes she loses it. It starts with pleading, she begs and frantically apologizes in hopes her Mother or a staff member will let her out. Then anger, usually directed toward herself. After that, she’s hit with a crushing wave of guilt (how could I mess up ____? Why am I so insensitive to Big Mama’s needs? I shouldn’t have done ____. That was so childish of me. Etc). Then for the rest of the day(s) that she’s stuck in her room she cleans her mess (she sometimes will throw everything off her bed and dressers when she’s mad), calms herself down, and waits. By the time she’s let out she acts as if nothing had happened. She acts almost robotic in a sense. Keeping herself hidden by a mask of indifference and numbness. It usually takes her a day or two before she’s fully back to herself after such an incident.

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

More than anything in the world? (Realistically) Big Mama’s love. She wants to feel genuinely loved by her mother. She wants her hugs to feel a little less cold and empty. Now that’s what she actually wants but she’s unaware that the love she receives from her mama is manipulative and fake. She doesn’t know any other type of love expect what Big Mama has shown her, so she believes it to be normal. She would do nearly anything to receive Big Mama’s praise. But this doesn’t always stop her from indirectly disobeying her mother. One example being when Draxum confronted her about the armor, Frida helped Draxum steal the armor because she was disgusted that her own mother was helping the foul humans who took her sister away from her. Big Mama said to protect the armor and keep it safe; Frida deemed it safer with Draxum than any member of the foot. However, if someone were to ask her what her desire is, she would openly respond with meeting the one and only nexus champion and famous movie star, Lou Jitsu. She looks up to Lou Jitsu as a perfect example of how to be a champion. Lots of her fighting moves are very similar if not exact to how he fights in his movies. (She also, though she knows it’s unrealistic and has since dropped the thought, desires to be with her Sister again)

Vita:

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

If she’s completely alone in dead silence she does horribly. It brings back vivid memories of the prison Dimension. Waiting behind a rock or in her shell with nothing but the tremble in her hands and pounding heartbeat in her chest to keep her company. Her heartbeat never helped at all because when she could hear it she was certain the Krang could too (gives me tell tale heart vibes although I haven’t actually read it I just know the part where the guy thinks the cops can hear his heartbeat). Many times in the prison dimension she was so overcome with the feeling that the Krang were right beside her, watching, waiting, that she would seek the Krang out. She would desperately search for the Krang just to stop the feeling of waiting for them to strike first. If she found them first… at least she was prepared. At least she knew they didn’t know of her hiding spot. It was also her only form of entertainment, to taunt the Krang and face their punches with a deranged grin spread across her face. — Well I think I got kinda off track haha that’s my bad. — to answer the question “How does she act when there’s no one around to see her?” (Assuming she isn’t in dead silence and feeling reminders of the Prison Dimension) she is the exact same. She isn’t putting on a show when she laughs manically or smiles in the worst situations, that’s just how she is; which is slightly disturbing to some…

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

For the Krang to die a horrific death, which she is very open about. But when she was in the prison dimension is was a mix of wanting the Krang to die a horrible death and to be home. Vita also wants to be better. To be healed of her ailments and to see her normal eyes again. She HATES her krangified eyes. She didn’t really have access to a mirror in the PD so she’s not at all used to seeing how scarred and different she looks.

Well that’s about it! Thank you for the ask Ferni!! I definitely went more in depth than I expected too…

(Also @jadetheblueartist I feel like you may want to read this ^-^)

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Tag Game: OC Interaction (Round... 4?)

(idk why I keep trying to count these)

Thanks for the tag @illarian-rambling! I immediately knew who I wanted for this one lol

Tagger's OC: Mashal Darezsho is a towering robot man with bronze plating, a human looking face, and baggy clothes. He is incredibly strong and fights with a sword. As a person, he's kind and honorable, even knightly, and enjoys nothing more than helping people in need. He loves listening to folk talk and takes pleasure in the simple beauty of the world, translating this to sketch art. He is quite orderly. His main issue is that he has a strong sense of right and wrong, but he also extends his morality to others, making choices for them whether they asked for it or not. In addition, he tends to be rather naive due to his inclination towards seeing the best in people. Sometimes, this works out and he helps people to become a better version of themselves. Other times, not so much. However, beneath all this is a hidden violent streak. Mashal doesn't remember his past. He doesn't remember how he came to be broken on the side of the road. All he knows is that there is someone out there he must kill, and that anything magic-adjacent causes something deep within him to freeze with horror and rage. He tries not to give in to this dark current, to remain honorable and helpful, but every so often, he slips up.

My OC: Jarsali Fortus is an Ilunian Tinker with red-blonde hair, pale violet eyes, a creative streak, a sense of humor and a big stick to wack people with. She forges strong bonds with those she trusts, and if that trust is broken there is little hope of forgiveness. She wants nothing more than to build a world where Mages are as widely accepted as where she grew up, but she has to settle with helping Mages on the run. She is good with her hands, always working on one new project or another. A Storm Mage, she has the ability to change the weather and generate lightning, something she makes use of in combat or with her clockwork inventions. Because of this, she doesn't carry around metal objects. Sometimes she wishes that her eyes weren't such an unusual color, it's the second-most-obvious giveaway that she's a Mage (the first being altered hair color, although that's incredibly rare). She hides a lot of trauma behind her usually sunny and joking demeanor, and prefers to bottle up any negative emotions (side effect of being an eldest daughter). Most of those emotions are guilt over something she had no control over. Naturally, keeping such a tight rein on her emotions has caused them to burst out, producing unexpected, electric results.

Interaction: I can tell you right away that Jarsali would be all over Mashal, trying to figure out how he works and if she could replicate it (unlikely). She would back off if he expressed discomfort, but she would still probably pepper him with questions. Poor guy. She also knows someone who also doesn't remember his past, so she might not be able to relate to him but she'd suggest some tricks that helped her friend instead (might not work, but it's the thought that counts, right?). Curiosity aside, I think they would bond over having creative minds and strong moral codes. Finally, Jarsali would be careful to not use her powers around Mashal, even in combat situations, because bronze is a really good conductor and she doesn't want to risk accidentally killing him with a lightning strike. This may or may not work, due to the aforementioned unhealthy emotional coping mechanisms. If that issue ever comes up, who knows, they may bond over that too! (and/or find better ones together)

Gently tagging @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife @fourwingedwriter @phoenixradiant @pluppsauthor @scaewolf

@somethingclevermahogony @diabolical-blue and open tag! :D

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Writerly questionnaire

Thanks for the tag @thatuselesshuman @the-golden-comet @the-letterbox-archives @theink-stainedfolk

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/ Writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine!

I’ve been on Tumblr for five years, although only two of those have been as an active part of Writeblr.

What led you to create it?

There really aren’t that many places where I can go off about my writing. Most of the people I know have moved all over the place.

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

All the support from fellow writers. It’s validating to know that there are those out there who enjoy your work, and that you made the right decision in pursuing writing.

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

I am always open to asks. Ask about my writing, world-building, OCs, advice, writing tips, I’m open. I do my best to answer, but some stuff I don’t want to spoil just yet.

Is there anything more you’d like to see on your dash?

Nothing I can think of.

WIP it good

Which Works-In-Progress (WIPs) are you noodling about lately?

Right now focused on A Feather in the Forest. Drafting is done, and now I’m doing editing and revising.

How long have you been working on them?

Eight months.

Do you remember what inspired them/ what got you started?

I had a vague idea in my head for a story. Just some thoughts that I thought could be made into something cohesive, and so I jumped in.

When someone’s asks the dreaded “What do you write about,” question, what do you say?

Whatever is in my head.

What do you want to say (if it’s different from what you say)?

I said what I said, and I stand by my words.

Let’s rotate Blorbos

Name any character you’ve created. Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you’ve pulled out of your ass: whomever you like!

Are you sure about this? Very well then…here are some off the top of my head:

Fen, Playa, Opal, Sorrel, Caine, Leif, Ivy, Nettle, Rail, Quill, Volt, Halley, Hesper, Grey, Reed, Dirge, Zephyr, Cya, Gale, Morgan, Clio, Talvi, Marigold,Freya, Squall…(continues until the heat-death of the universe)

Who’s the most unhinged?

None so far, but there is more than enough time for screws to come loose…

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Whichever I’m in the mood to write.

Do you ever cringe at them?

On occasion.

How much control do you feel you have over your characters? AKA do they ever “write themselves” , refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others?

Do the gods hide because they are afraid that the mortals are tired of their little games and are plotting to destroy all deities? That’s how it feels sometimes.

Do you enjoy people asking about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as Replies, as Reblogs, as tags, as comments on AO3, etc.

I do. Always feels good to have someone to talk to about OCs. As I am active on Tumblr and not on AO3, any and all asks, replies, reblogs and tags are welcomed.

On Writeblr Engagement

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time to scoop out the blog to make sure it aligns with its contents? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes?

I check them out before I jump in. Call me weary, but I like to get a good feel for potential moots. If I feel like they are a good fit, I jump on in.

What makes you decide against following?

Unnecessary negativity, AI content, hate, bigotry, overly political content all turn me off.

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

I do whenever I have free time. If anyone wants to ask about my WIPs, OCs, or tag me in tag games, I do my best to respond.

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy a space in your noodle?

Yes. A memorable character always sticks with you.

Do you interact with your mutuals often?

As often as I can.

Tagging @kaylinalexanderbooks @mk-writes-stuff @xenascribbles @words-after-midnight @nczaversnick

@bookish-karina @paeliae-occasionally @poethill @jay-avian @riveriafalll @lavender-gloom

@the-ellia-west @autism-purgatory @duckingwriting and open tag