#if you know who i'm talking about don't say the username let's be civil

[wild-at-mind]

When you tell people they should be sending every spare penny to their chosen Gaza fundraiser or they are Bad. But then it all gets a bit too stressful so you have to leave tumblr. :(

[that1emowitch]

One shot suggestion: Dick finding out about joyfire bc him finding out his little brother is dating his EX (and honestly probably his other ex too, let’s be real) IS SO FUNNY

OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA!!!

(also can I just say I also love ur username <3)

This isn't short enough to be a drabble but not exactly too long either, it's 760 words, so make of that what you will. Here it is!

TW: Jason's usual level of swearing but milder

"YOU'RE DATING MY EXES??!"

Dick stood in Jason's doorway at the Manor, eyes wide. This was one of those rare times when Jason was staying here, just for a few days, mostly for Alfred's sake. His friends (or so Dick thought) Roy and Kori had joined him— for reasons unknown.

Dick was... feeling slightly awkward with them being around, Kori more so. He was quite civil, buddies, even, with Roy— after all, they'd only dated for a week or so. But Kori... their relationship had not ended well, at all. But Jason refused to unless his Outlaws did, so Dick let it slide.

He'd gone up to call them down for dinner, at Alfred's bidding, going to Jason's room first... to find Jason sitting on Kori's lap while she cradled him, and Roy french-kissing Jason.

"YOU'RE DATING MY EXES??!" The words tore out of him as he stood with his eyes wide, trying to process what he'd just seen.

Jason turned beet red, suddenly jumping away from the red heads. Kori sat cross-legged, smiling as if nothing had happened, while Roy wore a smug grin.

Dick turned to them, his voice high-pitched with disbelief. "AND YOU ARE DATING MY LITTLE WING?"

"I ain't little, Dickface," Jason scoffed from the corner, looking downright embarrassed.

"I don't see the problem," Kori stood from the bed, towering over all three men. "You and I, or you and Roy are not dating anymore. And we are all adults. And we have the love for each other. Why would we not date?"

A unbelieving sound escaped Dick. He turned to Roy, eyes flaming. "You. I know for a fact how vulgar you get in a relationship. Have you done it with my baby brother?"

From across the room he heard Jason's choked gasp, but he paid it no mind.

"Dude. Your 'baby brother' is 24." Roy shrugged, resting a hand on Dick's shoulder. "Why're you getting so worked up over it?"

"I'm not— no, no, I'm not worked up!" Dick scoffed. He faced Jason, pouting. "You. You stole my exes!"

Finally, Jason managed to get control over his expression and forced a smirk. "Yeah. Maybe they just know who's better."

"Yes, Jason is a much better of the partner than you, Dick," Kori pointed out not-so-helpfully.

Roy finally registered Dick's bloodthirsty expression and backed away, hands lifted. "Whoa, hey, man, chill. Seriously."

"I am chill," Dick snapped, glaring at him. He turned back to Jason, who was clearly trying to appear cool and intimidating, and pointed an accusing finger. "You have so much to explain. But right now Alfred wants you all down for dinner."

Then he left the trio without a word.

A bit after dinner, Dick finally found Jason alone in the library, reading some book titled 'Jane Eyre'.

"Jason." Dick walked towards him, expression a forced calm. "I am... sorry about how I reacted earlier."

Jason looked up from his book, an eyebrow raised. "No, you're not."

"No, I'm not," Dick agreed, sitting beside his brother. "How could you not tell me?"

"I didn't tell the rest of the Bat-cult either. You're not special." Jason leaned back, carefully placing a bookmark in the book before putting it aside.

Dick took this as a sign that Jason wanted to talk. "Jaybird... I'm your big brother, you know I love you, right?"

Jason looked away, muttering something that sounded like a mix of "Fuck off" and "Yeah, I know."

"It's just... If you'd told me, yeah, I might have freaked out at first. But I just want you to be happy, in the end. And if you're happy with my exes..." Dick sighed. "I guess I'll just have to live with it."

Jason turned back to his brother, glaring slightly. "Stop calling them your exes. That's my girlfriend and boyfriend you're talking about."

Dick winced. "Yeah. Sorry, sorry, I just... Do you just have a thing for redheads? You had that schoolboy crush on Babs when you were, like, 13. You were dating Artemis of Bana-Mighdall. And now you're dating Roy and Kori."

Jason scoffed. "You're one to talk. You've dated Babs, Kori, Roy, Wally West... Do I really have to go on?"

Dick chuckled, laying an arm around Jason's shoulders. "Guess it runs in the family, huh?"

"We're adopted, asshole," Jason grumbled, but leaned into Dick's touch.

After a long beat of silence, Jason spoke up again. "I also dated Rose Wilson for a while. She is not a redhead."

An amused laugh escaped Dick, and he ruffled Jason's hair lovingly. "Yeah, yeah."

[think-ill-watch-it-burn]

Current and forever Beni simp. Would you possibly write a reader whos the daughter of someone whos incredibly like Empire pride and she leaves the Empire for Asakusa and maybe Beni and her fuck? I dont know how to describe whats in my head.

Ooooohhh this is a good one! If you're still around I hope I was able to give your idea justice!

So... Whew this one kind of got away from me a little bit, so I split it into 2 parts. This one is mostly safe, maybe a little canoodling toward the end. Part 2 will be all the scandalous NSFW bits.

(Also I just wanted to say, not sure the story behind your username but you absolutely should be proud. <3)

Beni x Empire!Reader below! Part 2 Here!

Shinmon Benimaru

Trust Issues

"I don't like this, Waka," Konro declared, a worried wrinkle between his brows. "She may seem nice enough, but they always do at first. I don't feel good about this. The empire can't be trusted."

"We trust them with your medicine," Beni retorted. Konro bristled a little.

"That's different. We have no other option. That was part of the deal when we became Company 7."

"Still have to trust them. Maybe she didn't have a choice either."

Konro grunted softly. "Possibly, but don't forget it's the way she was raised. That means something."

"Noted," Beni replied dryly, popping a cherry into his mouth. "She can stay here at the guardhouse. We can keep a better eye on her that way."

Konro could've choked. "Here?"

Beni grabbed the bowl of cherries from the stand and reclined to his elbows, the bowl on his tummy. "If she is a threat we'll send her back. If she's telling the truth, she might end up being useful."

Konro frowned, contemplating Beni's proposal. With a heavy sigh he conceded. "If you think that's what we should do, we'll do it. I'm still not sure I like the idea, but I'm behind you."

---

A week of side-eyes and unspoken threats. No matter what you did, not how helpful you tried to be, nothing affected Konro's stony demeanor. He was civil most of the time, sometimes almost friendly, but there was no mistaking the intimidating energy he put off.

You weren't especially nervous about it. You wouldn't trust you either.

Beni was... different. Never seemed very far away. You figured he was keeping eyes on you, but the questions threw you off a little. There were the expected questions: Why did you leave? Why did you come here? Why should I trust you? But then he'd started asking seemingly unrelated questions: what's your favorite food? What kind of music do you like? Do you have any kids?

You assumed he was trying to be thorough but he didn't really know what he was doing. Regardless, you answered them, and then talked for hours longer. He was almost starting to feel something like a friend.

As you strolled through town a handful of villagers greeted you with a smile; most scowled, some vendors refused to sell to you, others refused to acknowledge your presence. You told yourself you understood, you'd feel the same, but it didn't really take the sting away. It felt unfair to judge you by your family, but what else did they know about you yet?

You trudged back to the guardhouse, trying not to let it bring you down. Beni, already outside waiting, stood and outstretched his arms, waiting for you to hand him some of your bags.

"You really don't have to, I'm a big girl."

"I'm already here. Might as well."

He took the bags from your arms, giving you little choice in the matter. After helping you put them up he invited you on a walk through town with him, introducing you properly to each of their neighbors. They all treated you a little more kindly this time, out of respect for their Destroyer King.

Why, you wondered. Why go out of his way to do this? Had he seen them during her walk?

Maybe he was a friend.

---

A month later and almost everyone in town treated you like a neighbor. Almost. Even Konro had warmed a little to your presence.

Beni now seemed to hang out with you for fun. You spent most of your time together bantering back and forth, in passionate discussions about things that didn't matter, or just enjoying some comfortable silence together.

Wandering the halls of the guardhouse looking for something to do, you heard Beni's voice, tense and irritated, followed by Konro's. You knew you shouldn't but you couldn't help but press yourself against the wall to listen through the cracked door.

"You said she would be useful. How has she helped since she's been here?"

"She will be. Look, I don't trust her much either but she's starting to trust me. I'll get something out of her. Then maybe you'll stop complaining."

Ouch. That stung. Of course they don't trust you yet, you told yourself. It's only been a month. Barely.

But it didn't take the sting away. Konro you understood, he'd been plain about his distrust. Beni was supposed to be different, a friend, really your only friend. Instead he'd been deceiving you to pry information out of you. How could that be true?

You'd heard enough. With as much stealth as you could muster with your heart thundering like it was you slipped back down the hallway and headed for the garden. You just wanted to tuck yourself away to hide for a while.

For the next week you hardly spent any time with Beni, using any excuse you could think of to avoid spending time with him. For a whole day you'd followed Konro on errands to avoid Beni. He seemed confused but didn't press the issue.

The evening of the seventh day rolled around and you sat tucked back in a shrouded corner of the garden, curled around a book.

"So this is where you've been hiding."

You jumped and chucked the book, sitting up and folding your legs and arms defensively, the book hanging somewhere in a bush. "Not hiding," you argued. "Reading."

Beni scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You can read anywhere, this is where you choose? No. You're hiding. Why?"

You hesitated. "Maybe I'd like to be alone. Maybe I'd like one place to be unbothered for a little while."

"Your room has a door. I don't buy it. You've been avoiding me but you hide from me in a place you know I visit often. Tell me why."

You were caught off guard. Despite the hours you'd spent with him here, the thought hadn't occurred to you.

"I... don't know."

You were still hurt and you knew that, but you couldn't tell him why. Beni stood staring at you and you wanted to wither under his gaze, the persistence urging you to confess. Instead you stood, brushing the debris from your behind, and offered a dismissive 'if that was all' as you brushed past him.

But a hand around your arm stopped you, whipping you back toward him. He stepped closer, hand still on your arm. "Tell me. Why?"

His expression was unreadable but the stare just as persistent. He looked stern, maybe even angry... it was hard to tell. "I really don't know," you insisted.

He took a deep breath and stepped closer still, eyes dropping to investigate the rest of your face. "You're either hiding from me or you've got something to hide." He studied your face again, scanning for any sign of... anything. You tried to keep your face neutral but your heart was thundering and your mouth was dry and you were probably turning red. "Or maybe both? What are you not telling me?"

"I'm not hiding anything from you," you offered, cringing hearing your own tacky mouth. "I just... think I misinterpreted the situation."

He reared back a little, confused. "Misinterpreted what?"

"I thought... I just thought. I mean," you wiped your sweating forehead and brushed your hair back, sighing heavily. "I thought we were, I don't know, friends. Or something."

"Friends?" he said thoughtfully. "What makes you think we aren't?"

You couldn't help the sardonic laugh you let out.

"What would make me think we are? I need a place to stay, you need information on the Empire that I could probably provide. It's transactional."

Beni groaned and shrunk a little. "I didn't mean that. Actually I guess I did a little. But that was mostly for Konro's benefit. I, uh." He hesitated, looking suddenly nervous.

"You what?"

Beni shifted, looking even more nervous. "I uh. I don't know how to explain it. There was something about you. It sounds stupid but I had a good feeling I guess. I like spending time with you. I think about you a lot. Damn it."

Butterflies welled in your belly until your eyes narrowed, stomach sinking. "This is kind of a shitty way to get back into my good graces..."

"I'm not... what?" He sounded incredulous. And annoyed. "Seriously?"

"Who would you be more likely to lie to, Benimaru? Your lieutenant and lifelong friend or the enemy on your doorstep?"

"You think I'm lying?"

"I don't think you're truthing."

"You don't think I'm... you've got to be kidding me."

He leaned back and looked at you again, really looked at you. He was debating something, you could tell, wheels turning in his eyes. He took a step closer to you, close enough to feel the heat coming off him.

"Have I treated you like you're an enemy?" he argued, a different look in his eyes as he scanned your face. "If I didn't like you, you'd know it." He took your chin in his fingers to lift your face, brushed away some stray hairs from your cheek. "Does this seem like I don't like you?"

[ps1demodisk]

Changing our username to escape the consequences of our actions, are we? You managed to get a whole server shut down because of your manipulative bullshit. I hope the people you hurt can find some comfort in the fact that you will die alone. Especially if you keep treating people like this.

You can’t even clearly explain what the people you went after did. No evidence, no screenshots, nothing. Just your lies and manipulation and petty bans thrown at anyone you don’t like.

At the very least, don’t be a coward. You owe many people a massive apology, although I don’t expect them to forgive you. God knows I certainly don’t.

Ok so I'm gonna try and take this seriously but I gotta be real "changing our username to escape the consequences of our actions, are we?" made me snort so hard coke came out my nose so I apologise for how shittily put together this is but god damn it's hard to get your thoughts in order when you're almost throwing up

Anyway maybe go ask the spy (because i know that's why it(i checked pronouns, its bio only lists it/its) followed, and i haven't blocked because im not trying to hide) who you sent to my main twitter account to verify this shit before you talk to me cause I told it "My profile is open, I only have hob blocked, I only changed my username because I felt disconnected from my old one. You don't need to worry about me trying to wiggle back in or whatever."

I never tried to hide, if I was trying to hide I'd have shut down all my accounts before changing my name, I don't want to hide. "You can't even clearly explain what the people you went after did. No evidence, no screenshots, nothing." Ok. I can't gather screenshots from servers I'm not in, I explained myself clearly as I could given the fact I still have not had anything explained to me outside of what one person told me and you guys for some reason don't care about that part of any of it so it doesn't help me address shit. The Doc I posted on my old nsfw is the best I could do with the lack of information. My only regret is that I remembered extra details too late to edit them into the doc.

You and the rest of them are essentially a group of highschool children, that's how you're acting. You whisper behind your hands to each other and claim to want to protect people from the big scary evil master manipulator [Kalista] but when someone asks you what I did you act like nothing happened unless it's someone you think will fall for your shit. I do not believe there's substance 99% of whatever you guys have against me that could justify the reaction on that fact alone. Not to mention how STILL, screenshots are shared of me having flashbacks to being RAPED, and you treat it like evidence I'm the devil.

When you guys want to be civil and at the very fucking least stop wishing death on me and sharing that screenshot (and again Hobqueer is fully aware i was having flashbacks, I told him the day after in DMs when he pretended like he cared) then you can come talk to me about how evil I am.

"Don't be a coward" go fuck yourself, Peachy. The call is coming from inside the house and you fucking know it. I know that's you. Don't tell me to stop hiding when you didn't even have the balls to send it off anon, probably cause you know "I hope the people you hurt can at least find some comfort in the fact you will die alone" isn't a good look.

Seethe, for all I care. Rot in your hatred, I welcome it. I don't see myself as a victim, sorry if that fucks up the narrative you constructed for yourself or others.

I have no desire to be in contact with any of you besides maybe two people who defo hate me but at least didn't say some unhinged top-of-bible-studies-class level shit, so like... you can "let go of hatred" now like you wanted to before. You don't have to waste your energy thinking up ways to make me feel bad, because it doesn't work anymore.

Should've tried this two days ago then maybe you'd have gotten more than a half-thought-out bait response.

[queenpotema99]

Oooooooooo boy. XD Thanks for the tag, and I apologize in advance for the long winded explanation that is going to follow

So Potema is a queen in Skyrim. I dont remember her whole story because my last skyrim phase was A LONG ass time ago, but the bare bones of it is that she was into necromancy and she bodied a shitton of her subjects trying to comfort herself with it. She was called the 'Wolf Queen' and she was only in Skyrim the game briefly in one short questline, I won't go into specifics because spoilers, but she's trying to have her murder cult revive her is the basics. Well! Like I said, I dont remember much about it now because I have dumbbitchitus but back in the day I was as well versed in skyrim lore as I currently am in naruto lore. And because I'm me, and I don't take crap from people, I got in a huge arguement with this one guy on the internet. He was a jerk, I remember that much, the arguement was because in my Quotev bio, I put 'Potema should have been able to resurrect herself and rule Skyrim. Civil war solved, Potema is best queen.' Or something to that effect. It was just a little joke, I knew Potema was batshit and all that. Harmless right? Apparently not. This man saw that and instead of just not interacting with me if he was so offended by it, he took it upon himself to smear his opinion in my DMs and call me names for liking a character that was literally in the game for like, four seconds. Again, because I'm me, I wrote a thesis defending Potema and fired back with it. Cue an hour long arguement. As immature jackasses tend to do, he starts losing the argument and hits me with the big guns. I can't possibly know what I'm talking about because I'm a woman, he says, girls aren't good at video games or research. *Sigh* This means war. I'm not nice. So I take the Potema themed bio down, let him think he's won, and make a seperate account under the name 'Potema the Wolf Queen' and follow the guy. I say nothing. Wait for him to notice. Eventually he does. Starts messaging the new account about why Potema is trash. I never reply on that account, but now with confirmation that he will notice and try to be petty with everyone who simply likes a character in his presence, I make more Potema themed accounts and follow him with them. He gets mad and messages all of them. I make even more. Cycle continues until eventually, he fizzles out and keeps his mouth shut. Conditioning complete. Leave people who aren't doing you any harm and who have all their content tagged properly alone, and just dont interact it they have an opinion or whatever you dont like. I put my bio back up, and relish in the feeling when he doesn't bother trying to argue again or make personal attacks on me, he just unfollowed and blocks me. Afterwards, I deleted all the accounts except one that I used for fanfiction, and the username became a meme between my best friend and I. It is also easy for me to remember so I use it everywhere now. XD if you look up 'QueenPotema' on pretty much any social media platform and it comes up, 99% chance its me.

TL;DR I'm petty and I made over thirty Potema accounts to prove a point. The name has sentimental value now.

I dont know many people to tag that haven't been tagged already, so anyone who wants to join I guess.

Hi! Reblog with the story behind your Username

Mine is cuz one time my sister almost killed a lightning bug(firefly, whatever), and then I fixed its wing and it flew away, so I proclaimed myself the Lightning Bug Queen.

Tagging: @itswisegirl712 @bisexualbubbleboy22 @proudclarinetplayer @deano-cas @when-humans-were-good @spiderway95 And anyone who wants to

[wild-at-mind]

#if you know who i'm talking about don't say the username let's be civil#to me this is an example of dishing it out but you can't take it#like oh does it not feel good to feel like shit? you need a break?!#btw i've spoken with the organiser of the fundraiser in question- they live in pennsylvania#according to them they are withdrawing the money a few thousand dollars at a time from the GFM#then transfer the money to the family in gaza out of their account and eat the fees (so kind! there is no proof though)#there's also no way to prove that none of the money raised stays in their account. i have only seen some transfer screenshots#which frankly could be anything. the gfm still says the money is for evacuation but the organiser now says (to me) it is for daily food etc#but the campaign still talks about evacuation. i have asked them to update it to make it clear money is being spent on other things#and to explain if the plan is still to evacuate- that is why these gfms have high goals because of that war profiteering egyptian company#people donate so people can FLEE to SAFETY and if that's no longer the plan you must SAY THAT#they probably will not update the gfm though#it's not like there are 10s of 1000s of dollars involved here or anything /s#i am extremely concerned that at least some of these funds are being skimmed by the bank account owner#i've been watching gfm scamming from waaaay before 7/10 made evacuation from gaza an urgent matter#and large amounts of money is so so soooooo tempting for an everyday person#like easy access to that amount of money that is not rightly yours is dangerous!!#i hope someone is investigating this issue- might email the podcast the opportunist and see if they can have a look

Reposting with my original tags visible as requested. Since I wrote this the person in Pennsylvania has muddied the waters a little. They say that money transferred for everyday costs in Gaza for the recipient (very high as war inflation) came from their own pocket. Several thousand dollars. There is a separate evacuation fund which is the GFM. Or maybe it's a mixture- they are making small withdrawals from the campaign and combining it with their own money. At this point i'm unclear. Are they being scammed or are they the scammer and pocketing the money in the name of Gaza? Not sure but I can state for certain that the screenshot of money transfers was clear as mud and proved nothing. Someone somewhere received several transfers of c$1500 each time, is all it proves. Also just to clarify- the person i'm talking about in the op isn't the organiser, they just promoted it heavily and imo unethically (telling people they MUST send every last penny of 'spending' money they have- which is an interpretable phrase and when you use manipulative language like that people absolutely will send money they cannot afford to lose). Then it all got a bit too much ( :'( ) and they are now on hiatus from tumblr. The organiser is also on tumblr but has not been manipulating people as far as i can see.

When you tell people they should be sending every spare penny to their chosen Gaza fundraiser or they are Bad. But then it all gets a bit too stressful so you have to leave tumblr. :(