#im never sure which tags i should be using! and how many tags is too many? hmm..

[gatorbites-imagines]

Knock knock, whos there?

A reader who's very sad at how empty the Ftm Reader X Jason Todd tag is.

Can we get something sweet between the two of em? Maybe just something depicting a slow morning? Thank you if so, <3 Im longing for more food.

-🐊🪶

Jason Todd x FTM reader

Headcanons

Im basing the readers experiences off of myself, so it may not fit all trans readers and what they’ve gone through. I also gave them pet cats, because I love cats. The reader being trans doesn’t fill much of this, since it doesn’t effect their relationship a lot, but I hope you still like it.

On days where there we no plans, no druglord word, no Red Hood or batfam work, and you had time off from your job or classes, Jason and you liked to take it slow.

The two cats Jason had found on patrol one night laying splayed out on the bed like they owned the place. One was a very large tomcat with big puffy cheeks, even after being neutered, the second cat was smaller, scrawnier but so very long. They had smartly been named Tomcat and Longcat by Jason.

On days where you two liked to sleep in, you could find yourselves being awoken by the beautiful sound of Longcat yowling like was dying, because neither of you had filled their bowls on time. Tomcat was a big baby, but liked you more than Jason, so the moment Jason gets up to feed Longcat his spot is stolen.

Since he’s already up and his spot had been stolen by a cat the size of a medium sized dog, Jason just decides to start going about his day. He ends up finding outfits for you two for the day, and if you wear a binder hell ask if you want to wear one today or not.

Your handsome partner always gives you a kiss before leaving the bedroom, Tomcat tries to get in the way though. It just results in Jason giving Tomcat a bit smooch too, which the cat just wags his tail at.

You’ll keep lying in bed for maybe another 15 minutes, just snuggling with Tomcat and listening to the sound of Jason taking his shower and brushing his teeth, sometimes at the same time. Longcat is meowing the entire time of course, thinking that Jason is drowning.

You let Jason finish up before getting up, tucking Tomcat in after getting up as you should, before going about your own routine. After your shower you stand and airdry for a while if you have to put on a binder, since you can’t pull those on with damp skin.

This is where youll stand half asleep and brush your teeth, Tomcat and Longcat both watching you, one from the tub and one from on top of the toilet. Its also where Jason likes to come up behind you and just hug you as he buries his face into your neck for a bit.

The morning hug and kiss is needed for his day to go well, that’s what Jason says anyways. If he doesn’t get a kiss from you then his whole day is doomed to go badly in one way or another.

He makes sure to hug you before you apply your T gel if you use that, since he knows he isn’t allowed to touch you after applying it. Hes also an expert at helping you inject T if you need it, and you do it from home. Or if your injection point is still aching from your last injection, then Jason is your guy in making it feel better.

If you’re a breakfast person you two will go into the kitchen to make something. On days like this, Jason can be tempted to make a bigger for complicated breakfast. Most days breakfast is an easy and quick affair though.

Longcat is of course still meowing for treats, acting like he hasn’t been fed and like hes still a streetcat living on scraps. Tomcat is just your big hovering shadow, watching from the doorway into the kitchen with his tail neatly curled around his front paws.

You two end up just eating breakfast on the couch as you watch whatever you two can find, though its most likely a comfort show or movie, something you two have watched many times before.

Jason takes the empty bowls or plates into the kitchen before coming back, so you two can cuddle some more as you’re both still quite tired after Longcats very loud awakening.

Jason never minds what you wear or how you wear it, as long as youre comfortable, so you being trans doesn’t really make any difference in your guy’s mornings together. Just what Jason finds for you to wear, and if your hormone treatment makes any differences.

It’s very hard not to fall back asleep on the couch, especially as Jason pulls you to his chest and wraps a blanket around you both.

Tomcat and Longcat obviously quickly join you, both of the cats curling up in whatever nook and cranny they can find and purring up a storm, making both you and Jason more and more sleepy.

You both don’t mind that you fall back asleep on the couch together, since there’s nothing planned for the day, and what’s playing on the tv is something you both know front to back. It just feels nice to be able to let go and drift off again together, even if it’s not in bed.

[shunin-gumis]

Designs of Happiness - Track A08

L4mps Main Story Translation

Title: ep.2 What you have

Characters: Yodaka

Summary: As the bar closes up for the day, Yodaka feels a certain way about their mundane day-to-day… 

Thank you aca @463ce6, jes @arcanecrayonn and myun @/myuntachis for helping me with proofing!

Location: Ten Nights of Dreams BAR

Yodaka: I wonder, has the rain stopped yet?

Yunyun: Ah~ I was thinkin’ about that too.

Yodaka: It’s difficult to tell since we don’t have any windows.

Chouun: According to the precipitation radar, the rain should stop in 30 minutes.

Yodaka: That’s impressive, Chouun. I didn’t know you had a function like that.

Chouun: Yes, Yodaka-dono.

Yunyun: What are you on about, boss~? Chouun’s a state-of-the-art pet robot, y’know~? You’re like, the only one who’d use ‘em as a glorified jukebox. 

Yodaka: Perhaps I should request weather reports from now on too.

Chouun: …Understood.

Yunyun: Huh… No wonder we didn’t have many customers today.

Yodaka: I think we can call it a night. Would you mind switching off the signboard outside?

Yunyun: Sure thing~

Chouun: …Yodaka-dono. What would you like to do about the music?

Yodaka: Please continue playing it as is.

Chouun: Understood.

Yunyun: And that’s that for closing up… Oh, right! I forgot to tell ya– That wallpaper in the bathroom? It’s seen better days. 

Yodaka: I’ll contact the vendor tomorrow morning.

Yunyun: I’m countin’ on ya, boss~ Oh, and while you’re at it, mind replacing the freezer, too? That thing’s been here since forever, even before we took over. I’m telling ya, it’s on its last legs.

Yodaka: I see. I’d been quite fond of it, but I suppose we should have it replaced before it causes problems.

Yunyun: Yay~ I totally looked into some options already, I’m way too good at my job~

Yodaka: How very diligent of you.

Yunyun: Like, look at this one! There’s also this, and maybe even that one… There’s even models that can produce pure ice, ain’t that just wild!? We don’t need to go outta our way to buy ice cubes any more!

Yodaka: Hm…

Yunyun: Ah, the price tag’s givin’ you cold feet, huh?

Yodaka: You could say that.

Yunyun: Speaking of which~ What happened to that deal from before?

Yodaka: Hm? What deal?

Yunyun: You know the one~ From that beautiful and busty CEO~

Yodaka: Ah… You mean her��� 

Yunyun: She’s been dropping by here all the time ‘cuz she’s got her eye on you— She even offered to franchise our bar, and she seemed pretty hyped about it too!

Yunyun: With her backing, the investment’s gotta be some crazy amount! I wonder where we should open up our next store~

Yodaka: We won’t have to worry about that. I turned her down.

Yunyun: Wha–!? Are you for real?

Yodaka: Of course. 

Yunyun: Wait, whaa– C’mon! I mean, I kinda knew you’d be like this, but!

Yunyun: What a waste~ That’s a once-in-a-lifetime chance y’know~~!

Yodaka: …..

Yunyun: I mean, that prez was a total hottie. I could like, totally see hearts in her eyes whenever she was lookin’ at you, Yodaka-san.

Yunyun: I’m totally sure that she had the hots for you! You could’ve just gone for the gold!

Yodaka: For the gold?

Yunyun: Marrying into wealth! That’s like, my dream y’know~

Yodaka: This is the first time I’m hearing of it.

Yunyun: Aw man~ I mean, if we open up more shops, that means more employees, right? Then we could hire some cuties who’ve got a little extra in the chest department~ And then I’d make ‘em fall for me with my charms~

Yunyun: And I’m saying me, not you, mmkay~?

Yodaka: Haha, of course.

Yunyun: I coulda totally built my harem heaven right here y’know? And you’d be loaded with cash too, no doubt about it~

Yunyun: This could’ve been my ticket to a super-duper happy life and yet…! Why’d you gotta dash ‘em all like that, you big dummy!

Yodaka: .....

Yodaka: “To know you have enough.”

Yunyun: Enough of what? Beer?

Yodaka: This is a famous quote from Lao Tzu. He was one of the founders of Taoism, one of the three popular religions in China.

Yunyun: Huh… Never heard of ‘im.

Yodaka: “To know you have enough is to know true enrichment.”

When one is satisfied with what they already have, that is when that they become enriched in both body and soul. It is one definition of happiness.

Yodaka: It’s important to learn to be happy with what you have, and to not be too greedy. I completely agree with this sentiment.

Yunyun: I mean~ Are you sure a teaching from some old fogey of years past is gonna hold water in the present?

Yunyun: It’s definitely better to have money than to not, and I know for sure I’d be happier havin’ a pretty lady hangin’ off my arm than bein’ all on my lonesome!

Yunyun: I’ve got a point, right!?

Yodaka: Leaving aside women… Even that CEO had said that having money isn’t enough to guarantee your happiness.

Yunyun: Eehhh~!?

Yodaka: I’ve had many opportunities to wine and dine some capable company owners. And yet, they all had similar opinions on this matter.

Yodaka: That they should have quit while they were ahead. After they hit a certain degree of success, rather than being happy with their progress, they can only worry and stress about how to make it bigger, and better. 

Yunyun: Hm~ Sounds like some first world problems to me~

Yunyun: So you’re saying to be happy with what I have?

Yunyun: Wait, is this some kinda plot to tell me you’re not gonna give me a raise!?

Yodaka: Haha, of course not. It’s simply a ‘plot’ to tell you that we can get a new freezer, but just a regular one. We’ll continue to buy our ice cubes from our usual supplier.

Yunyun: Fiiiiine…

Yunyun: Well, I already knew how much you like your vintage stuff from the moment we set up shop here.

Yodaka: …..

Yodaka: I must ask you, however. Are you not happy now?

Yunyun: Eh.

Yodaka: Time that is flowing slowly, peacefully, as we wind down for the day. Within a bar full of old but trusty equipment and peeling wallpaper. 

Yodaka: A quiet and relaxing atmosphere. The moon that comes out to greet the sun.

Yodaka: Quality jazz music playing in the background and… Conversation with a good old friend. 

Yunyun: …..

Yodaka: I think that these carefree days spent with you, in our cozy bar, is when I’m the happiest… What about you?

Yunyun: Well… That’s… 

Yunyun: That just ain’t fair, askin’ me somethin’ like that.

Yunyun: Can’t say I’m not happy…

Yodaka: I’m relieved to know you feel the same as I do.

Yunyun: *Sigh*... You truly are an incorrigible flirt… 

Chouun: …Yodaka-dono. Are you certain that I am fulfilling my role here?

Chouun: If you would update my software to the latest version, with the addition of some extraneous parts, I could be 8 heads tall to help serve customers as well.

Yodaka: Yes, you’re doing just fine as is. Thank you.

Yunyun: I mean, a Chouun that’s 8 heads tall? That’d just be scary… 

Yodaka: Let’s update the playlist for tomorrow.

Chouun: Understood, Yodaka-dono. What kind of selection would you prefer?

Yodaka: For tomorrow… Let’s see.

Yodaka: Play the kind of music that would put a certain worrywart of a bartender at ease. 

Notes:

"To know you have enough" is one translation for the saying 吾唯足るを知る by Lao Tzu.

The ideal human proportion is considered to be 8 heads tall.

Whenever the term 幸福 (happiness) comes up in these "flashback" episodes it's highlighted in green.

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[specific-dreamer]

the people have spoken and i shall be writing the pic where pony and johnny never went to dally

BUT i can’t decide if it should be in darry’s pov or pony’s so i’m gonna write the start to both under the break and then you guys pick

for the people who asked to be let aware here are your tags, it's not done but here's a progress report i suppose: @theleopardstalker, @darry-queen, @skaryskeletons, @too-damn-good-for-growing-old, @dancertori24, and @johnnyburntcake

(save for when you have time because it is v important to me that you know i’ve only written the introduction, the thesis if you will, and pony section is 642 words and darry’s is 375 words. and im not even done i simply forced myself to stop there)

darry’s

darrel shaynne curtis is not a rough person. full send. well, okay, he was rough during football, but you can’t play ball and not be rough. especially not when you’re captain. then again he also loved ganging up on sodapop with ponyboy when they was younger, and well let’s just say darry always ended up bribing soda not to snitch to their mama at the end.

okay fine, maybe darry was a rough person. maybe it was that part of him that hit pony tonight. it was that part of him that scared his baby brother so bad the poor kid ran away. from him. darry was never going to forgive himself.

“darrel?”

he was never one for dramatics but he had half a mind to cut his hands off, just to make sure he never messed up like this again. he’s not too sure how’s he’d cut his left hand off after cutting his dominant hand, but that was a problem for later. then again, who’s gonna pay the bills if he has no hands to get work done.

“darrel?”

right. scratch that idea. it wouldn’t be fair on soda anyways, leaving him with the responsibilities of paying bills and keeping everyone together because darry was too fucked up to be useful.

his eye starts to twitch and his leg starts shaking. something that usually only happens when darry is real scared. it goes without saying it hasn’t done it since his mama and daddy died.

glory, he really fucked up didnt he? what if ponyboy doesn’t come back home? soda would hate darry for that. or what if pony doesn’t want to come back unless darry was gone? soda might not like it for a day or two, but his littles had always been closer with each other than they ever were with him so he might not mind so much.

darry’s not much for dramatics, he preferred to leave that to pony, but if it came down to it, darry would leave just as fast as their parents died. (…too soon?)

“darrel!”

darry jerks so hard he can taste that metallic twang that blood has. he bit his tongue and somehow, the hurt that came with it quieted his mind a little.

pony’s pov

when ponyboy wakes up, his first thought is that sodapop had to stop throwing him in the lake. no matter how many times soda threw him, pony would never learn how to swim like that.

he sits up to say just that to soda when his eyes sees someone laying on the grass. okay… he's never been at the lake without his parents before. and it’s dark outside which is really weird; his mama never lets him outside past the street lights, the last time he was out late his mama was in a worry and his dad was so mad he was honestly a little worried he was going to get the breaks beat off him if darry hadn't stepped in and took the blame.

staring at the person, pony rubs his eyes. that doesn’t matter, right now he needs to figure out which one of his dumb brothers were laying in the grass before they got a crook in their neck or before they dad came looking for them. he’s not sure what’s worse; on the one hand, whichever brother it is would surely complain and blame pony for the crook in their neck even though it’s totally not his fault. on the other hand, if their dad finds them they’d surely get the lecture of a life time and would never hear the end of it.

yeah, pony thinks with a shudder. his dad finding them would definitely be worse. pony shakily gets to his feet and walks closer to the figure. he’s only about three feet away when he sees the pool of blood and the mop of brown hair. his stomach drops before his brain remembers neither of his brothers have brown hair.

it’s only then that it occurs to pony that they aren’t at the lake. it’s only then that ponyboy is brought back to the present. that he realizes he doesn’t have to worry about his mama worrying or his dad coming to look for them. (they’re never going to worry or look for him again and, god, pony has yet to accept that, but he can’t wait for the day it hurts less to remember it.)

and it is then, when ponyboy is staring hard at the brown hair and the pool of blood, that he remembers where he is. he’s at the park. because darry hit him and he- oh god, he came here with johnny, where’s johnny?

pony whips around, his heart once again dropping. but johnny's still alive. shaking and wiping his blade on the grass, but alive. that’s good, pony doesn’t think he’d be able to make it up back home with his sanity in tact if that was johnny bleeding out.

ponyboy is so in his thoughts he can hardly hear johnny speaking, “i killed him. i killed that boy.”

pony can’t bring himself to look at johnny for too long, out of fear that his mind will start to replace the body with johnny. but yeah. he's right, johnny did kill him. pony can’t really recall his biology class real well right now, but he can remember something about how the human body can only lose so much blood and that boy has definitely lost it.

darry’s gonna be so mad at pony for getting caught up in a murder case. thats if he’s not mad at pony for getting nearly killed himself. his stomachs twists at the thought.

glory.

ponyboy almost died tonight. he knew it was always a possibility, he wasn’t going to live forever. but god. those socs really wanted to take his life tonight and for what? talking to a girl? he’s not soda, it’s not like pony ever even had a shot at cherry, even if he wanted one (and he did kind of, but not if it risked his life).

pony was shivering something fierce when be finally looked away from bob. “johnny, i think im gonna be sick.”

he barely hears johnny giving him the go ahead as he does his best not to vomit all over bob. he never liked bob but pony can at least show him a little respect since it’s his fault the kid's dead.

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

Happy holidays! I hope you have a good time with your family, friends, etc.

Thanks for writing about Hiccup, there are few tumblrs that write about him and I appreciate it <3

Castoff pt 4

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Fem!Reader

Words: 2,279

You have no pick nor savior so, in typical fashion, you use your words instead. It turns out that they can be just as sharp as any weapon.

Tags: Angst, fem!reader, heartbreak, villain reader, unresolved insecurity, anger, canon divergent, RTTE, Httyd 2, dark content, Angst, kidnapping, spiraling

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You caught someone in the eye, you were sure. At least somewhere under the brow. You hoped he went blind. 

Your eyelids fluttered as you struggled to stay awake, back in the hull, crusted blood marking a worn trail down your forehead.

You had your knife, still, which you clutched close to your middle at all times. You were sure they could wrench it from your hands if they really wanted.

Maybe it was the pity which kept them from taking it from you, or the fact that they remembered how difficult it was to get you here in the first place, lashing out like an animal, kicking and clawing as they threw you back into the cage. 

Maybe it was because they had scant time nor regard for anything else but their eager need to nurse their own wounds.

It meant very little, trapped back in the hull as you were.

You lived that moment over and over in your mind.

How you carried the burden of guilt on your shoulders, you wanted to beg and plead like you were kneeled before the altar of a broken God. You were ready to repent, and in that moment the smoke smelt like nothing more than forgiveness.

How at that time, you weren’t the one holding the knife. This time you were the beast at the sharp end of a masked figure’s staff. You were the one who begged and pleaded and writhed. How even before the mask figure could move, you knew the answer they would give, just as you knew the way flesh felt under knife.

Even the Vikings on Berk held honor, none willing to take a slave, none willing to turn an unwillful hand, none dishonorable enough to slay a man, none cowardly enough not to own up to it.

As a soft soul, you’d vowed albeit unconsciously to never draw a lick of blood.

You stared at the slowly shifting body of a small terror, chained and beaten and scarred so bad it could barely move, laid still and sad in its own waste.

It had driven you mad, constant whining and hacking filling the hours you should have spent sleeping with strife and restless shifting. Your neck ached from the hard floor even now, and you’d not a moment of respite to show for it.

You weren’t the dragon with the large yellow eyes. You weren’t the trapper, fallen to the knife.

You hated it; just as it was bound, so were you. You seemed to reflect each other, two sides of the same coin, neither the wielder, both the bearers of the sharp end of the knife, slaves to a much crueler fate.

It was a mockery.

And as a child, you’d kept a bird, wings torn and chest kicked in, picked up from the road and stowed away in a wooden box filled with hay. You had been too young to recognize that it had been long gone and so you took to it with the passion of a child bound to be disappointed.

You watched it all night, by the fire as its chest rose and fell gently, alone.

You fell asleep to an empty hearth and woke to a cold, still body.

When your friend, when a small Hiccup had come to you with his own bird, showed it to you, cradled and swaddled with all the fine cloth the son of a Chief could afford, when he had found success where you did not and whose hands healed when yours couldn’t.

You listened to his stories, you watched with a bitten tongue and a held breath as he cared for it, wrought with a sympathy and a grief you’d never voice. You hadn’t anything but sadness, then, and, in a way, a measure of happiness. You were happy for his success.

You had wondered for so many nights what you had done wrong.

You thought that made him greater.

You imagined it dead, run over by the wheel of a wagon, perhaps begging for scraps yet only facing the hard hearts and shoulders of Vikings who had better things to do than entertain the whims of a small bird, unfamiliar to the cold world, the only life it had known being wrapped warm as a fire and soft as fur.

Lost to the cruel grip of nature.

You glared at the man before you. 

You wanted to tell him to shovel his eyes out, to cut open his chest, to suffocate on his own spit and blood. You held your tongue.

Was there something cruel in that, too; leaving something so weak and frail to live when it begged for nothing but reprieve? To leave it alive, choking on its own spit and filth, driving you mad with anguish and irritation and then rage, until you had wanted nothing more than to have seen it tossed overboard?

Was that what everyone else knew when they looked at you with those eyes and blocked you off with sturdy shoulders, filled with unease and love and companionship, laid just outside your reach?

Eret grit his jaw.

You blinked away the heavy weights of sleep which held down your eyes as you slept, and though you had the urge, you did not rub your lids.

Instead, you laid still, turned away from the entrance. The light.

It smelt terribly.

As the hold once again filled with dragons, they kept to the far side of their cages, away from the small terror- the lizard, that was slowly but surely beginning to rot, torn apart by the desperate, fearful midnight scrabblings of a rat. Starving, just as you were, but freer than anything above or below deck.

By the sound of it, you knew exactly who. Eret wasn’t your only visitor. No, you got others. This one, he sounded like one of the kinder ones, the one who brought you your meals. Who kept you from starving. The others, they visited with nothing but sharp, metal-toed boots and fists burning with all the rage of a man trapped, ready and willing to rip and tear.

You were under no illusion that he had done it of his own free will, and yet he carried a sort of hope during the exchanges you shared, the passing of food between the bars and into your small jail, waiting as you turned your back, sighing with heavy emotion and moving with heavy steps.

You kept your breathing slow and shallow, rocking with the rest of the boat, rain and water pounding against wood as the ship was tossed around. It would soon get too violent for you to stay still, violent enough to make you sick.

He probably had a family back home. A wife and a child. Or a brother, maybe; a family, something to hold him in the delusion that what he was doing was right. That motivated him to try and rise above the others, that allowed him the belief he had the right to turn the other cheek as both dragons and Vikings alike were beaten and bruised and tortured by his hand. That he wasn’t nor would ever be as bad as the rest of them which, in your eyes, ultimately made him worse.

It made him selfish, more than anyone else on this vessel, who took and beat and robbed as they pleased.

He had a very unique helmet when most of the others on this ship did not; something that covered most of his face the same way Dagur’s helmet did, with horny curly enough to match any Jorgenson.

“It’s not like you have a due date, do you?” You coughed viciously, teeth violently catching on the tip of your tongue, causing you to wince.

“How we operate is no business of yours,” Eret grit his jaw, arms crossed, legs crossed. A line of sweat ran down the side of his face.

“You won’t be able to keep this expedition going forever,” You mumbled, voice raspier than ever before, “You need my help.”

“Tell me what you know.”

You laughed at him mockingly, though your stomach sank.

Would you succumb just as it had, or would you rise above it?

Maybe it was boredom, maybe it was desperation. Maybe you were tired of listening to the crew members above deck, maybe you had a death wish.

You gave in.

You started small.

“Rub it under the chin,” You looked up at him, a sharp, tense grimace on your face, “The spot where the jawbone turns to soft meat, scratch it with your fingernails.”

“You didn’t come up with that,” Eret glared.

“No, I didn’t,” You rasped. The rough uncured leather hide of your muzzle dug into your jaw, the flesh there searing and surely wet with puss after you’d made a very passionate effort to bite one of the crewmates in another escape attempt.

You didn’t need to say anything fancy; it didn’t take much convincing. It wouldn’t.

It made it very difficult to speak, keeping your jaw nearly stuck in place, “But I know it, and that makes me better than you. Just try it.”

You dared him with your eyes, both embodying the hypnotic gaze of a snake, and speaking the vying notes of a charmer.

You taunted, “You’re not still behind, are you?”

“We’ve gotten... Farther, with your help,” Eret conceded. 

Behind him, a green thunderdrum struggled, mouth bolted shut with a muzzle made of leather and metal not unlike your own, a set of chains binding its wings in the upwards position. 

There were three men on its back and two more on each size, wrestling it down as it struggled, trying and failing to scream.

They had no trouble, with all the room they needed to swarm the beast and pin it down, your small hull and a large pull-down metal door opened to reveal another, larger chamber.

“Is it enough?” 

“It has to be.”

“Are you willing to take that risk?” You learned to live with it; the stuffiness, the rattling, the pain, and as the nights grew colder and as the hold filled with the scraping and screaming of beasts, you slept sounder. 

Eret was silent.

“There's grass,” You started, picking at your fingernails, short and bloody, with your knife, “It grows plentifully deep in the islands on the southern end of the archipelago. It should be around here, wherever we are, too.”

“The dragons like it?” Eret asked stiffly.

Like picking bits and pieces off a corpse, like a scavenger picking over carrion, you took old phrases and sullied comforts and wove them together to make a convincing argument. You tempted and you beckoned.

Hiccup would say it was all about trust. You said the same, once upon a time. But you knew better now.

“Well enough to bow,” You smiled.

“Unshackle me.”

“What if I chained you up and dropped you in with the beasts?” Eret shot back, “Everything you have, I fought for. You’re still alive by my good graces and mine only.”

You were the smaller animal, but the frustration, the raw injustice drove you mad. Once again, you wanted to gouge his eyes out, you wanted to fight and struggle and scream, but you held off.

You hesitated, and looked away, a tenuous expression kept neural only through sheer force of will, the broiling in your gut and the foul words resting on your tongue making you want to do nothing but spit fire.

He would regret that.

“A Whispering Death,” You croaked, trying to suppress the vicious wrinkle of your nose, “Pull it’s top spine, press just under the point, really dig your fingers in.”

“Where are we now?” You asked.

“Someone is dead,” Eret ground out, fists shaking, “A man is dead because of you.”

He threw something on the floor, which clattered loudly in front of your dim cage.

You recognized it. A helmet.

“And?” You let out a short laugh.

“And? And?!”

“Let me out.”

“You don’t deserve that,” He spat.

“Don’t I?”  The irony was not lost on you. And so you laughed again, but much louder this time, with force enough to clutch at your stomach, to pull taut the your loosening muzzle.

You felt at your wrists, newly freed, and shook out your legs, donning a new pair of boots. Your clothing was still torn, ragged, stained, though you were certain you would be able to fix that soon.

You wore a helmet, weighty but fitting on your head, long and covering, secure, with large curly horns. It was patched and in parts covered in blood, thick and dried and congealing where there were dents. 

You knew now that what you once called kindness had just been a veil, a sweet lie to cover what everyone else already knew.

You were a cruel, evil person.

A liar, to hold things with delicate hands and whisper hopeful words when there was only one result, to follow teachings and old sayings that would never work for you again.

And the sweetest lie was the one you told yourself; the one that kept you from the truth and told you that you weren’t.

There was no forgiveness here. Not for you. 

Only condemnation.

You stretched your mouth open wide, worked your jaw where your muzzle had left a heavy mark, ignoring the desperate scrabbling and screeching of a dragon and the men behind you pulling, dragging it with fist and chain across splintered wood into a new cage.

You breathed in the fresh sea air, taking in the light of day for the first time in a long while.

And you reveled in it.

[objectsarebestest]

So, there was a post posted in the objectum tags not too long ago. I’m 99% sure this person doesn’t actually believe this stuff and is just trolling to get a reaction. Or maybe I hope that. I have since deleted my reblog as to not draw attention to them, and they are blocked from my blog. But I still wanted to address the post, given that I know that some people actually do think like this. Here is the post, with identifying information cropped out.

I’m going to copy and paste my initial response because I think I made some good points. It should probably be reworded to be less targeted at this specific individual, but I don’t have the energy to do so.

Okay. This is just so blatantly wrong on so many levels that I can’t not address it as one of the larger objectum blogs on here.

First off, this.

“every time i try to interact with other objectums i get angry when its not the same thing i experience or when its blatantly retarded.”

You should not be using the r slur like that. Yes, I know you have autism and ADHD. It still doesn’t mean that you can use it in this context. Disregarding the whole discourse about whether autistic people and those with ADHD can even reclaim the r slur (I don’t care enough to get into it), reclaiming involves using a word in a positive context to take power away from those who use it to deride others. It absolutely does not involve slinging slurs at other people as an attack. To do that in a community of majority neurodivergent people is quite frankly really disgusting.

Next, let’s get into this.

“like some schizo saying “omg my plushie told me it loved me and it talks to my other plushies about me”, no tf it did not.”

For one, “schizo” is also a slur that only psychotic people can reclaim, which based on your intro I don’t think you are. If you mean “schizophrenic” type out the whole word. Schizophrenic. It’s not that hard. Secondly, you don’t get to tell people what their reality is. Reality checking someone in this way can be very dangerous if they are already in an unstable mental state. At worst, you could make someone break down. At worst, someone will just say “lol” and scroll past your post, because the way delusions work is that they are unchanging beliefs.

Okay, last bit.

”i can’t believe im saying this unironically but most of you are POSERS. “hehe computer so cute! he’s so Edgar so cutie! I wanna fuck my computer!” you don’t even get it on the celestial level that i do. you find it attractive, sure, but you like the idea of that attractiveness, you dont really experience a genuine attraction or connection with computers.”

This is absurd. Yes, I will admit becoming frustrated at times with the objectum community’s obsession with Edgar (I have never seen Electric Dreams). But using that fact to straight up call people posers? This is basically the truscum thing of “X people are faking and aren’t really X label. I can clearly tell what is going on inside their heads and I can tell they’re lying. I know because I’m a real X.” Like, you do realize this, right?? You’re not a mind reader. You have no way to tell if these people experience “genuine attraction” to computers. So logically the right thing to do is to believe people when they say they do.

I can 100% see why you’re struggling to relate to the objectum community if this is how you think. It’s genuinely disgusting.

I’m well aware that this person was likely trolling. But I also know that there are some people who actually think like this. Who do degrade neurodivergent people they don’t like and think it’s okay because “they’re ND too”. Who think psychotic people and those with DCS are a “lesser” part of the objectum community. Who gatekeep obsessively because only their experiences can possibly be real. So I wanted to show that this behavior will be called out in objectum spaces whenever it rears its ugly head.

[tarrenterror25]

TARREN 💕 IM SO SORRY I KEEP FORGETTING TO SEND ASKS FOR SPOOPY SEASON

If it's not too late for the Fear Lounge I was hoping for a smol drabble for Yandere!Alfred (for me and C). Make it as dark as you'd like!!

And what spoopy movie you'd recommend to a newbie horror movie watcher! I'm thinkin of dipping my toes into the pool 👀

🕸️ Caught! - Send in a character with a prompt/theme and I will write a drabble for you! (Less than 500 words) 📼 Scary Movie - I'll tell you what horror/Halloween/fall movie I'd watch with you!

Fear Lounge

Hi H!! You made it just in time and oh dear 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I had a scene thought out for this request, but as I started writing it uh...took a turn and I know you said make it as dark as I'd like, but I'm still worried this is too much 😩 I went with the more obsessive side of yandere 💀 I was inspired by movies like Prom Night (2008) and The Resident (2011). I hope you and C like it!! 💕💕

Yandere!Alfred Pennyworth x (Implied)F!Reader

Tags: stalking, masturbating (male), yandere, mention of dubcon/noncon actions

It’s as soon as Bruce leaves that Alfred does his own moonlighting of sorts.

As the Dodge Charger roars out of Wayne Terminus, Alfred makes his way to his desk in the open concept foyer.

It’s just a few clicks to pull up what he’s looking for; pictures and videos of you from the Wayne Tower security cameras.

Alfred admits he was ashamed for lusting after you, but he’s in too deep now. There’s no going back.

He lets out a soft sigh as he undoes the button and zipper of his pants.

There’s a camera that overlooks directly above your desk at Wayne Tower, during the day he often watches you work. Sometimes he gets a nice view down your blouse depending on the angle you sit at.

Alfred begins to stroke his cock to the sight of you. He’s always such a well composed man, but you, something about you sets him off, makes him…unhinged.

All the things he’s done to get close to you; finding excuses for him to call you, brushing his hand against yours, or insisting you join him on errands for Bruce.

As he touches himself, his other hand retrieves from his pocket a pair of your panties. He couldn’t help looking through your bag that day when he saw on the cameras that you had left your desk. He doesn’t know what possessed him, but he rummaged through your belongings and found the garment and pocketed it.

He strokes his cock faster now. God, he’s so hard from just thinking about how you make him come undone. He imagines that fucking you would ruin a man to pieces. Oh, how he longs to feel you from the inside; wants to rut into you until you’re full of his come. He bets you’d look stunning underneath him.

“God,” he breathes out before bringing your panties to his face and deeply inhaling your scent from them.

He adjusts them in his hand and wraps that hand around his cock so he’s stroking himself with your panties. He uses his free hand to navigate the pictures and videos.

You make him absolutely insane.

His hand moves faster and his breath hitches in his throat.

He wishes he had more courage to approach you in person, but words fail him when he’s around you. You’re so beautiful and his throat tightens when you walk near him; the way your hips move, the scent of your perfume as you walk by, the way your eyes look from under those lashes.

He comes with a sudden gasp and jerk. He releases his spend into your lacy garment, moaning softly as he watches it soak up his come off his cock.

Maybe he should give them back to you like this. You would never know…or you might. He isn’t sure which idea he likes better.

Alfred cleans himself up and looks to the pictures of you on his computer screen.

His gaze slides over to a file on his desk, a file he asked you to bring to him first thing in the morning. You won’t be able to find it and well, he’d be remissed to not help you.

There are soooo many options in my head for what I would recommend as a horror movie if you're just getting into them, but I gotta go with a classic that (to me) feels well rounded enough to introduce someone to horror!

With you, H, I'd watch-!

It is a SUPER fun and neat horror movie. It has some intrigue, supernatural elements, and some blood and guts, but the tone of the movie is very light and spooky rather than doom, gloom, and gore. One of my besties and I have a tradition of watching it EVERY year because it's just a classic. It's got a little bit of everything! Plus, I think there are some scenes you'd really like!!

[peppy-jester]

Respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

Roleplayer name: Beanie

Roleplayer pronouns: She/Her, They/Them. But I'm okay people using any pronounce, don't get my panties in a twist. Loving how few of my online friends calls me 'dude'. So go wild~

Muse name(s): Fizzarolli on this blog. Mammon @unhinged-greedAnd there is a dead multimuse blog, don't know what I'm gonna do with it.

Preferred communication: Discord or IM's. Both used mostly chatting, maybe random roleplays happens there what I don't wanna bring to here.

Experience: Just had a random discussion with my friends about this.. I've been roleplaying ever since 2007? Started in one Finnish forum roleplay which was get this.. All Boys School. And bit after that I was asked to join in Prince of Tennis (as Kikumaru) and Sergeant Keroro (as Tamama) rpc in Deviantart.

Preferred roleplay type: I like writing longer replies, multipara that is but shorter roleplays are also more than fine. I just let my muse take control while writing~

Pet peeves & dealbreakers: -Shipping. Okay hear me out! Yes I love shipping! Hell at times fanon and crack ships are better than canon, but my god shipping is NEVER the first thing in my mind! You see me shipping Fizz with Asmodeus of course, doesn't mean I am gonna ship with EVERY Asmodeus. Same goes with Blitzø, where I love BlitzFizz as a ship I fucking love them as best friends! The ones who shares one braincell at times! I hate forcing people to ship with you just because you want your canon or OC muse to be fucked by ANY of my muses. Just respect this. I'm not into mature themed unless drama~ Mammon is not up for shipping unless it's with Asmodeus and there is only one I'm shipping him with.

-Ship wars being one as well. I let people ship who they want (unless pedo) and I don't go and harass anyone over ships.

-Also people not reading the rules! I literally can see when people haven't done this. And as a deal breaker, people who keeps evading my blocks! If I blocked even ONE of your blogs do not evade the blog just to jump in on another just to pursue contacting me IC or OOC. I am selective for a reason.

-Sharing your own opinion should be legal and not something you get attacked over by batshit crazy fans. I have so many things that I hate about Canon Helluva Boss, people would witch hunt me down if I shared them lmao.

-People stealing ideas is another thing. Sure there isn't too many original ideas but I mean like I've been planning some stuff with mutuals just so they ghost me and pursue those ideas with another person with same muse. Like, thanks. Highly appreciate this!

-Spreading OOC drama. Just stop. Leave me alone. I'm here to have fun because life itself sucks ass.

There are lot more but... shhh, let me just stop here :')

Best time to write: For me it depends on my work schedule more than time of the day. When it's my day off I'm here writing replies (unless dead tired, I'm sleeping) all day long. But absolute best time for me is earlier in the morning or later at evening/night.

Are you like your muse? . . . . Our cooking skills matches. One reason I prefer to buy food that is easy to warm up in a microwave or in oven. Also we ain't straight in this house~

Tagged by; @hellsmayflower

Tagging; @rapid-as-sass-in-nation-team @blitzbuckz @blitz0craze @houseofasmodeus @the-delightful-temptation @infxnatum @strikers-saloon and whoever wants to do this ;;

[wavesmp3]

some of my fave rbs or asks or comments ive received... thank you all :) - no need for anyone to respond or anything to this, just really wanted to put this together more for myself - i doubt most of your remember these but i do heh [more under the cut, and perhaps lil notes too depending on the comment]

the first three!! major huge moments for me. from sha (@dinoshaur) one of the first comments i received on a work that wasn't fanfic exactly. meant the world to me then, and still does now. | from @redevenir the very very first comment (i believe) i ever ever received on the sea is yours to take,, it's been nearly 4 years since i first posted that piece and people still somehow find it, and it all started with that rb | and from choco ! @chocosvt one of the very first comments/rbs i got when i started properly writing on tumblr in 2020, this got the ball rolling on what became (and still is) such a dear passion/hobby of mine (also also can you believe i still use the mlist banner that choco oh so kindly made for me ages ago LOL its beautiful, i'll never get rid of it as long as this blog exists

and moment of silence for my old url :0

the first one... when another line of mine is quoted in another piece of mine's comments... head in hands forever. 2/3 of these were left by @gracefulweather (one for sure is, and i think the uquiz comment was also left by them but not sure) but thank you either way sherri!! | the second sc tbh i don't remember who left it but it was on tsiytt and it made me feel like i achieved something in crafting that world. although i may never revisit that world in writing, i revisit it often in my mind.

flower anon your comments meant so much to me, i hope youre still out there somewhere doing well :) | and to the other anon that left the second one, i was speechless and honored to reach that ask

@hhjs amal's comments have always made me feel like im doing something otherworldly which isn't true at all but i will forever love rereading their tags. also just amal's mind in general, i wanna pick your brain forever

n! i already made an emo missing n post but here are some comments from them lol. and the last one!!! me and water <3333 when people starting associating me with water/ocean/sea/waves too <333333

@heavenlyhaechan zahra!!! there were so many ones i could have put here but this one seemed to sum it all up. you get me :p if you see this, i hope you've been well :))

@dapingu the first and third one are just ones that make me giggle still LOL and then the second one is one that i hold so so close to me cause i had absolutely no idea if anyone would read that piece but then you did ! and you left this comment even after the fact too! i was so touched. i feel like i should personally apologize for making no moves to continue the series (and probably also for deactivating the gifts and sins blog) BUT thank you nonetheless. and as a added bonus you never failed to make me laugh so thank you also for that

@thepixelelf ursa!!!! the first one is horribly cut off but is prob one of my fave notes you ever left on a fic of mine (battling also with that one sunwoo recovery files style inspired drabble) and then ofc i couldn't not mention the 'boo you whore' comment :D also so glad to have you on this site still and to have your friendship and to look at bees and bears and think of you :) you mean the world to me

@kabira manx i think the fact that there are so many screenshots here speaks for itself like... i just simply could not bring myself to pick one !!! i am so lucky to have found you on here. i think in a way you helped me find out what i was good at and what i liked about my own writing before i even figured it out myself <3

@sagescaffeinemania the first one made me laugh and the second one makes me emo. feels like a declaration of love in way but i don't mean that in a weird way LOL i think your support on oasis singlehandedly introduced so many others to that piece, how can i ever thank you for that? and i apologize if i haven't even attempted a thank you yet

@cuppasunu KYU your bulleted comments on my silly long fics always meant so much to me ,, i know its been a very very long time but i hope you've been well

@blossom-hwa lina! best for last some might say. i mean you must know how much that oasis rb meant to me right? because it means the world. i think you calmed every doubt i had about that piece and lifted even higher everything i loved about it too. and the first sc esp, i couldn't have said it all better myself. that scene felt like i risk when i was writing it and im so glad it played out the way i was hoping it to and not the dreadful other way lol | and as for the second screenshot. really i think i love that comment because of how you wrote it more than what you said about the piece if that makes sense. one can tell from that little paragraph alone what a writer(!) you are. i love rereading that comment but i think i mainly just love reading your writing lol (dont think im not making my way through worn out soles)

[willthegreenpistachio]

just had a revelation for an iasip episode:

"The Gang Goes to See the Barbie Movie"

of course each of them for different reasons:

Charlie: just likes movies about toys and thinks it would be really cool to see life by a doll's perspective.

he doesn't want the others to know in case they will bully him later but he also doesn't want to go alone tho so he asks Dennis to come with him (because he saw him looking up pictures online and knows Dennis wants to watch it so he basically blackmails him to tag along)

Dennis: reluctantly goes with Charlie, claiming it's "just to see many babes and Margo's tits on the big screen" but he actually was always obsessed with Barbie's clothes lines and wants to see real life people wearing them like the huge style nerd he is.

he and Charlie agree to go in secret and don't say a word about it to the others (Dennis especially doesn't want Mac to know since he is all about "badass movies only" or whatever

Mac: "i'm a gay man Frank, of course i'm going to watch the Barbie Movie. Rayan Gosling as Ken?? uh, yes please!? But we can't tell Dennis or the others about us going in secret, they'll think i'm not badass anymore, which i totally still am btw"

Frank: "what are you talking about? now shut up and help me take these Frankie Dolls™️ inside the theater so we can sell 'em to those stupid kids. Oh Mattel made a good move, making a big movie after a doll. We are gonna do the same with my Frankie Dolls™️, we sell them today and then we make a movie about them and it'll make me lots of money!! ha! scamming kids with dolls and movies, we should have thought about this sooner"

the two groups meet inside the theater and various shenanigans ensue (ofc)

anyway, by the end of they movie they each come out with various reactions:

Charlie: "dude! we totally need to make our apartment like that dream house! life in plastic IS fantastic!!" also he didn't get the final line of the movie and really liked Allan

Dennis, with mascara running down his face: "boy that... that sure was a movie huh... (he doesn't elaborate on that. just looks faraway all the time)

Mac: was broken inside by Im Just Ken, thinking about how where he sees love Dennis sees a friend and all that but still whispers "...maybe I am Kenough..." (also he cried too but he will never admit it)

Frank: the Frankie Dolls™️ scam didn't go as planned, of course, (they kinda looked like Gollum? anyway, kids didn't like them and he got in trouble with a few parents) but then when he had nothing left to do he started actually watching the movie and got really moved by the ending

Dee: while the others exit their room of the theater she comes out from the next doors still eating a few pop corns "guys guys i just saw this movie, Oppenheimer, there were nazis and bombs and explosions and science an-"

Mac: "SHUT UP BIRD! WE ARE HAVING A MOMENT HERE"

[bnjmin]

fandom discourse surrounding canon ben: well obviously ppl would try to romanticize everything around his drug habits (i do too but im allowed to bc i'm his stepmother). so much bobby discourse that i simply cannot IMAGINE and many, many au's where bobby is alive (once again, same). everyone mistaking ben's tendency toward cynicism and apathy for Toxic Male Dominant Energy when in reality he's just a curly haired little guy who needs a hug and to not be treated like he's an infant and incapable of being independent. he's very capable. trying to dissect the steele family dynamic wayyy too hard. objectifying his bubble butt (as they should). copious amount of gifsets of him looking grumpy when ppl are talking. i could go on forever and will some other time, tysm for coming 2 my ted talk

ben's stepmother just know that i owe you my life and i'm sorry for what you're about to witness under the cut

oh the drug stuff would be so bad it would be horrid (as he's my ip i would never let this happen but in the case of him being in Other Hands i just know they would show him using and being fucked up but never actually the conseqences of it. there are plenty: he has to cope with the fact that there is about two years of his life that he just doesn't remember, his family is so important to him and it takes years after the fact to repair that relationship, he does stupid shit irt bobby/his memory (like wanting his parents to throw out all of bobby's shit, getting viscerally angry when they talk about him/have pictures of him, it's generally very ugly)) he develops a heart condition, he still and will forever struggle with addiction just at things that have a lesser (?) side effect, like caffeine and nicotine and his alcohol use persists until he's able to be completely sober in his late thirties/early forties which is also trial and error for like five years before it really sticks. i almost want to tag this as a spoiler LMAO but he's either going to die from heart condition complications (think mid-late fifties) or a relapse (late-fourties/early fifties) and that shit isn't cute or fun is it

god, the bobby discourse. i have bobby discourse with myself because on the one hand, bobby was kind of a piece of shit while he was struggling with his addiction (which is when most of ben's really formative memories are with him) and he technically never gets to redeem himself because he dies. bobby as a person, regardless of addictive tendencies, is really very selfish. and not in the way that ben is - where ben will just remove himself from situations that he doesn't want to be in with no warning or care - but in the way that he will weigh the options of fucking someone over and getting what he wants and he will choose to get what he wants. i think if he did live and got his act together, he could pay some penance for what he did to not only ben but again the entire family during his addiction (i imagine he stole a lot of things from them for drug money which is...well) but he still would always be the big brother than ben kind of has to babysit and take care of and that's...not fair to ben. ben loves him regardless, a little blindly and reverently, but as a third party observer obviously that is not great.

ben's first introductions of him being snappy and moody and everyone diagnosing him with toxic masculinity (which he's not completely innocent of it, just look at how he feels regarding his height/weight gain after stopping coke) and typical manhood when really he's the most submissive man you've probably ever met. he does have some pleasant qualities! and i resent the fact that there have been people that have tried to push him into this mold of generic and bland mysterious man when it's like. no. he's not cool enough for that and you need to recognize what a loser he is. and you're so RIGHT about not being treated like and infant/giving him independence i've never thought about that but i'm sure that's such a big part of why it takes such a long time for the family dynamics to go back to normal when he starts getting clean. everyone is handling him with kid gloves like one small incident is going to make him fall headfirst into a line, but that kind of distrust in a way makes it harder for him to stay sober.

steele family dynamic is a fucking. it's a mess but it's a loving mess but it's also a messy mess. steele family dynamics needs its own post probably.

objectification: good. the objectification that would lead to him likely being shipped with a poorly written character that everyone can just project themselves onto: bad.

gifset with 4k notes: ben making The Facetm

[keibea]

15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

Is everyone sick of learning random facts about me yet? Yes? Well, here we go again, cause I LOVE THEM. Thank you @vmsims23 , @nectar-cellar and @johziii for tagging me, you all know me too well.

Are you named after anyone? LOL nope, I honestly wish I was. Jessica was the only name my parents could agree on BAHHAHA.

When was the last time you cried? Monday 🙃I had a painful exam experience.

Do you have kids? Nope and thank goodness for that because I can barely take care of myself BAHAHHA.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Oh yeah, I'm terrible. Not as much as I used to I don't think though, but often WHOOPS.

What sports do you play/have you played? I was forced to play a lot for school, as I think most people were. The ones I can remember the most clearly are netball (I was let on the team out of necessity I think), bocce (because we could all get away with sitting around most of the time and occasionaly rolling the balls), zumba (it was mostly just dance which was SICK), and ballet (if that counts??) is the one I stuck with the longest and the only one I chose to wilingly do myself.

What’s the first thing you notice about other people? Hair or smile. I'm not quite sure. One of those I think.

Scary movies or happy endings? No scary movies for me, nope. I'm horribly paranoid, I will start checking my wardorbe. Happy endings ALL THE WAY. Genuinely I will only watch a movie and read a book if I know it has a happy ending idc YES IM ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE.

Any special talents? Depends on what you define as a special talent. So I don't know if this counts, but I am weirdly a natural at baking??? Definitely not freestyle but if I follow a recipe (which I always do because I like doing things in order) it always turns out really well. So I guess that's just following a recipe, but I like to think I'm special and naturally talented at baking. My mum always finishes my baking off though because I get bored halfway through whoops and she genrally always helps me because I'm terrible with the oven so tbh maybe it's just mum that's talented.

Where were you born? AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE, OI, OI, OI 🦘

What are your hobbies? Sims, sims, also sims, reading about early Victorian fashion, reading about the Victorian era, reading and that's probably it.

Do you have any pets? I have a beautiful little cat named Mikey. He is my best cat friend (and tbh, best friend in general) and I love him very much.

How tall are you? My father says I'm very short, and calls me a worm (both said affectionately I should add), so I assume pretty short. In terms of numbers though, not a clue. I believe I'm average-ish height for a woman, maybe a bit shorter.

Fave subject in school? HISTORY ALL THE WAY. Mostly modern history, purely because I love the Victorian era, but I do enjoy ancient history as well.

Dream job? Fashion historian! That or an author of historical fiction OR a book on early Victorian women's fashion.

Eye colour? I like to call them swamp green, but my mum would disagree, so I'll say green.

I shall annoy @lazysunjade , @amuhav , @thesimperiuscurse (oh yes you bet I am @ ing people who are inactive and who also never do these things, I am 100% that sort of person), @akioakashiya , @itssimplythesims , @lifewithmysims , @elderwisp , @happy-lemon , @servospawn , @tau1tvec , @bunmou , @stinkrascal , @cozygirlsimmer , @moonsonnet , @doka-chan

Please forgive/ignore me if you hate doing this sort of thing, or if you've been tagged and done it already, and wow thank you all for being my mutuals I didn't know I had so many amazing people following me back LETS GOOOO

[steventhusiast]

Fanfic Tag Game

tagged by @hbyrde36 for this lil tag game EEEE i love tag games :D

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

12. a lot of them aren't stranger things related tho! and they're allll oneshots. working on my first (first for this account anyway) multi-chapter fic atm :D

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

27,486 hoooo boy idk if that's more or less than expected. like i said, mostly oneshots!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

currently only writing stranger things fics, but every now and then i go back to my spider-man phase so i'll inevitably write spider-man fanfic again. i've also written moon knight (tv show) fanfic before. i just love when my blorbos suffer what can i say

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

NONE of these are stranger things fics fdhgskjfhd

When Peter Forgot What Day It Was

Debriefed

Protector

When the Past Calls

Avengers, Meet Moon Knight

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to! i didn't for a while because i didn't know how to respond to like, comments with just emojis? i've always appreciated them but yeah only started trying to respond to ALL comments recently. love comments so much, so i want to encourage as much as possible!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hmmm idk i tend to write hurt/comfort, like it ALWAYS ends with some sort of happy. so idk. i mean there is To All The Days We Were Together (To All The Time We Were Apart) which i'm SUPER proud of and that is super sad because it acknowledges eddie's canon death while also being a steddie fic. poor stevie

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hmmmm maybe Google Translate? it's not got LOADS of plot in it it's just a cute lil meet cute.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

gonna also knock so hard on wood for this, but so far no. i've received a comment pointing out how i've gotten various cultural aspects wrong before and just corrected, but never something hateful. i'm definitely VERY afraid of getting hate though. i am fuelled by validation

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

no, i kind of want to give it a try though? i used to write it (like when i was fifteen/sixteen LMAO) and the things i wrote did well but,, obviously i didn't know anything? you know? idk maybe i should give it another go

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

not really? crossovers feel like BIG projects and i haven't really done a big project yet

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no. i've had people request to translate my fics before though? which doesn't count but like,, feels weird because i think one time (when i was writing on wattpad), the person didn't even ask they just started publishing my fic translated and didn't credit me.......... was so strange

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

LMAO yes. both with permission and without as mentioned. i don't mind it if people ask, you know! i just have to make sure it links back to me- it's my work

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

i don't know, this is a hard one. steddie right now,, but like. i just enjoy fics my favourite charaters are in, you know? i will read any ship that is well written and contains steve, and most ships that are well written that contain robin, etc etc.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i would LIKE to think i will finish my WIPs but i don't know. im not very good at that. we will see, i don't wanna say any and discourage myself

16. What are your writing strengths?

i find these kinds of questions very hard to answer HAHA. i think maybeeee i'm quite good at writing internal monologue? i don't know. i get worried to say things like that because i don't want to sound like i'm boasting and it not even be a boast that's supported LMAO. i TRY and ENJOY writing internal monologues of characters a lot, and often have to cut things out to make sure it's not going too internal

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

transitions. i'm TRYING to get it in my head that i don't always have to detail every little thing for the reader to know it's happened, you know? need to work on figuring out things people can assume has happened, or fill in the gaps for, and what people can't

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i don't mind it! i think it depends, you know? if the reader is supposed to understand the dialogue, i prefer if there's a translation in brackets or something, or when it's written in english but the dialogue description tells me the language, more than if i have to scroll all the way to a bottom of a chapter to find the translation. and if the dialogue is NOT meant to be understood by the main character/reader (unless you speak the language of course), i LOVE it i think it's neat

19. First fandom you wrote for?

troye sivan..

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

either Separation Entwined (she is near and dear to my heart) or When Peter Parker Forgot What Day It Was because it's me combining all my favourite spider-man oneshot tropes into one thing fhdjsgkdf

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[manonamora-if]

hi manon!

i have a question about itch, cause i uploaded my demo like a week ago and its like views and plays have gone down to zero already for like two days. and i dont know if i did something wrong or if its normal.

im sure your games are like hundreds of views for weeks, but is there something i can do or is it already over for me? IM FREAKING OUT

Oh hi worried anon!

THIS IS SUPER NORMAL!

New releases bring in tons of views (and plays/downloads), but it weans down pretty quickly. It will go back up when people share your linked posts (assuming your have a demo post here/other social media) and when you update the demo (it goes right back to the top of the New pile*). *abusing the update button to get back to the top can flag itch.io

How fast it weans down does depend on a lot of things, many you can't really control (followers, engagement, algorithm, etc). But what you have included in the demo, will have an effect: a 100k words demo with a lot of branching will tend to have more returning players than a short 1k words linear prologue. Visual, Audio, Interactivity, Writing Style, Genre, Tropes... all that too...

Do check that your page is properly published on itch (and that you allows downloads and searches) and you can open your page in a Private Browser Mode to see how a random user will see your page! (if your page is quarantine you should contact itch.io support)

There are things that could help, but it is never a sure thing:

sharing your project to directories (like @interact-if)

using the tags correctly on Tumblr (like #interactive fiction)

filling the Metadata of your game on itch (so it can be found better)

engaging with your current followers

engaging with other authors

sharing your work on other platforms (like the CoG Forum if you're doing CScript or IF discords)

...

But yeah, readers will come and go. If you are happy with what you are doing, that's what matters. :)

but yeah... don't worry anon! It's totes normal!

Anyways, if you want some very unfair comparison (because I have a lot more projects on hands, and that stacks), click below for bad screenshots...

Yeah, I do get a couple hundreds of views per week, but...

that includes ALL the games I've made (which are two good dozens now, including the experiments and WIPs), the templates and the guides. I have like... 48 different pages between everything... (I know it's from April, but this month is not a "regular" month in hits)

But not all projects bring the same amount of players. Most of the time, my big WIP on hiatus and my SugarCube guide are the ones showing hits (aside from new releases).

Some graphs below:

My recently released parser, currently in a competition (so there is a bit more traction). It will die after it, because it's a parser.

Compared to Jeangille's Letters which was released in French first, then English in April. It's a wonder if I get a play now... :/

To the Binksi I made last week that resonated with some people (it's going down).

And that's my big WIP (over 100k words) which hasn't updated in a LONG TIME

And that's my Twine Guide.

Another Anon a while back said I was only popular because of my guide/template, and NGL some days, that anon is right.

[azurdlywisterious]

Okay im giving my fallout ocs their tumblrs back! Hopefully nothing bad happens!

💥 mygenderis-c4 reblogged thecoolerscrewdriver

💥 mygenderis-c4

The thorn should let me use my explosives in the ring smh

💥 mygenderis-c4

I mean, they do let me but the spectators stand too close to the edge and end up in the splash zone

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

Wait what is the thorn?

💥 mygenderis-c4

Its like an underground fight club type of place. Its mostly just fighting angry and irradiated creatures

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

Ohhhhh its like spin the wheel at nukaworld on tour! Last time i was there i fought a couple of deathclaws

💥 mygenderis-c4

You fought… a pair…??? Wtffffffff

#seriously whats in the water in appalachia??? #for a carnival game???

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💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Ive got 99 problems and Mr. House calling me a good girl would fix most of them

#if you asked me for an exact number #itd probably be 69 of my problems ;) #marilyn youre a star

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🍀 luckiestbastard

Just got kicked out of the tops. Guess they couldnt handle my swag at the blackjack table 😗✌️

#and thats why the atomic wrangler is where its at!

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Imagine being so down bad for a dead businessman that him giving you attention would solve most of your problems

🧠 big-mt-head

@.uh-ohthemisery we were talking about vagueing the other day. Is this that?

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-deactivated312282

Why are you asking me, sir? Also yes

🧠 big-mt-head

Is she vagueing @.mrhouseownsmysoul ?

⏳ start-startover

Why tf did u tag her?!

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Oh so little miss “get tf off anon” is vauging me now? Tell me deja, how many times did you kill dean?

⏳ start-startover

Ive made my peace with the failed timeloops. Hes alive now which is more than i can say for house

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Ill have you know that mr house is alive and well thank you very much!

⏳ start-startover

Alive? Sure. Well? Now, thats up for debate

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

You leave my husband’s health problems out of this!

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-deactivated312282

Suzie he literally reeks of formaldehyde

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Arent you dating a stealth suit?

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-deactivated312282

Oh uh look at the time

⏳ start-startover

Holy shit did she just fucking deactivate???

#rip dalcia #was kinda weird that you were in love with a stealth suit #but you were cool nonetheless #until we meet again

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🧠 big-mt-head

@.therealprimmshady what is the atomic wrangler?

⭐️ therealprimmshady

Do you know what a bar is?

🧠 big-mt-head

Dr. Borous told me about how he would sneak into them while attending American High School. There were a couple in Dr. 0’s movies that he showed me. I think Dr. Dala mentioned people watching at them once or twice.

⭐️ therealprimmshady

Well thats what the atomic wrangler is. I could take you sometime if you… uh… want to research human behavior at bars more?

🧠 big-mt-head

Fascinating. According to my schedule, i dont have any other science activities tonight

#sir i need to know what other science activities you have

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🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2 reblogged mygenderis-c4

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2

New blog, who dis?

💥 mygenderis-c4

Didnt you just deactivate?

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2

Shhhh…

#i was never here

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Its got what plants crave!

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

It has electrolytes!

#we do need new razorgrain plants #fuck me #ill be coming back with vodka

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🌌 azurdlywisterious

Okay theyre losing tumblr privileges again

[beliscary]

@necromycologist #👀 prev im begging you to elaborate on your vision for them

oh my god. im so sorry. I have can't shut up disease. so many series spoilers here we go

for context, these were my tags on user cemeterything 's post featuring this gem:

#nick & sam mutually in the trilogy postcanon I made up in my head #shut up you're not transmuting into a sword and/or stone and I'm not becoming primordial destructive light let's think this through #very much IF I CAN'T NEITHER CAN YOU

ok I gotta bring up Nehima

The ancient Clayr made sure that the sword Nehima and the Dark Mirror found their way to Lirael. Lirael in turn will find Sameth, who passes the bells and the Book on to her. Eventually, she passes the panpipes and then Nehima on to him so that he can forge what they will need to defeat Orannis. This sword bears the inscription: 'Remember the Wallmakers. Remember me.'

Now, here's this passage from the very beginning of Abhorsen, which has been the rock in the shoe of my brain since I read it:

"He was a Wallmaker as well as a royal prince, but what did that mean? The Wallmakers had disappeared millennia ago, putting themselves into the creation of the Wall and the great Charter Stones—quite literally, as far as Sam knew. For a moment he wondered if that would be his destiny too. Would he have to make something that would end his life? At least as a living, breathing man? For the Wallmakers weren't exactly dead, Sam thought, remembering the great Charter Stones and the Wall. They were more transformed, or transfigured, not that he fancied that either. In any case he was far more likely to simply get killed..."

Nehima made something that ended her life, at least as a living, breathing woman. 🤷‍♀️

With Sam's canonical fear of capital D 'Death' Still Very Much Existing, I feel like the best course re: future character development would have been to dig into the tension between immortality as a construct/weapon vs. accepting death and deciding to be fully human. Is that very narrow eternal life as a part of the Wall, or a weapon to be wielded, or a Charter Stone… tempting? terrifying? Does he feel becoming some kind of weapon or tool is inevitable? Has he ever wondered what the inscription on whatever remains of him should be? Has he written it somewhere and burned it like all those letters to his parents he was too afraid to send?

Time and again in the books, Sam thinks to himself how glad he is that he's not the Abhorsen and how happy he is to be able to make things, to be Of Use to the Abhorsen/the Kingdom. He feels awful about what he considers his moments of cowardice and his abandonment of his responsibilities. I think he's in the perfect pressure cooker to be an enormous idiot about what duty calls him to do, while also struggling internally with his own fears. 'I can make this ultimate sacrifice... and also not die.... am I being a coward.... no one has to know.... is this a fate worse than death?... maybe I deserve that. maybe what I deserve has nothing to do with it, and this is simply what I must do, just as the Abhorsens must walk in Death...'

I think Nick needs to kick him in the shins about it (ughgbhfhfhh there's that part in one of the later letters Nick writes in the books that's like 'come here and tell me I'm being a stupid asshole so I stop being a stupid asshole'... fave. this vibe, both ways.) Sam never got to see Nick possessed by Orannis so I feel like Nick should get to deal with Sam, sometimes unsettling conduit for The Charter's intent. ('I Didn't Get Possessed In His Place And Temporarily Die For This!')

and Nick!!! arghhh WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE THE SURVIVING VESSEL OF ORANNIS?! his skeptic's worldview is shattered! he's traumatized! he's IRRADIATED! he has sooo much to feel guilty about and thinks he has to make up for, especially with regards to what he thinks he owes the Kingdom and the survivors of Forwin Mill.... but his very existence disrupts the Charter. Not too long ago, he was walking talking anathema to life itself. also he has these weird temptations to shuck off his mortal body and become a being of pure Free Magic??? Is it worse that he's still alive, because he's so dangerous? He came back from Death, why him when so many others died? Shouldn't he have just taken what was left of the hemispheres' powers to the grave with him? I'm sure he gets in his head about 'I need to do something with this life I got to return to because otherwise...'

obligation v. guilt v. desire. basically so much trauma and also Need To Make It Right. Sam would kick him in the shins about it except then he'd have to recognize the self in the other and 😬 he's probably still emotionally recovering from Nick saying those exact words to him and coughing his dying blood on his face. I digress

I think too that even though nick's irradiated and the Charter goes all wonky around him, the fact that the baptism took and the mark stays Means Something, and I choose to believe that in this strange way Nick is the new walking talking Destroyer, and that remnant of the Destroyer which exists as Nick wants to be a part of the Charter this time around, and with Sam having so many of the bloodlines it's just.... the most bizarre mutual understanding of what being alive means, as kids who used to vault desks at boarding school and also as... living manifestations of the cycle of creation and destruction. and they both have to constantly grab each other by the scruff of the neck to remind each other they're allowed to live too, not just throw themselves "into the making" like the Bright Shiners

(at my Most Bittersweet I think about how maybe it's Sam who passes away first, and until the very moment he goes, Nick can't quite believe he actually decided to die a man and not forge himself into some other thing. they had of course talked about it before but there was always a part of Nick that wondered...

and when he does cross into the River, Nick is the one to perform the final rites and burn his body so it can't be used because oh boy he Gets It)

[stressedanime]

15 questions for 15 friends!! thanks for the tag :3 @cordelia---rose

are you named after anyone? first name no, but my middle name is a family name. my parents found my birth name in a baby name book which LIED TO THEM. IT SAID MY NAME MEANS PRINCESS IN SPANISH. IT IN FACT DOES NOT MEAN PRINCESS IN SPANISH lmao it means aunt in spanish. and thats partly why i dont go by it anymore lol

when was the last time you cried? i watched a silent voice a couple nights ago and that movie always DESTROYS me.

do you have kids? i'd rather be put down

what sports do you play/have you played? i danced for 15 years!! did a variety of styles: tap, jazz, ballet, contemporary, and music theatre. i also was on the basketball team in grade 6 lmao.

do you use sarcasm? yes. it gets me into trouble unfortunately

what is the first thing you notice about people? i honestly don't know. probably like, their language? like how they talk, how they hold themselves, how they move. i be analyzing

what's your eye colour? they're supposed to be blue, but ive also been told they have no blue pigment whatsoever and theyre just grey

scary moves or happy endings? BOTH THANKS!!!

any talents? hmm. im really good at ruining the mood. like, "um actually" is my best friend. oh also finding words people are looking for, im really good at helping people finish their sentences when they're stuck. im sure theres more but i cannot think of anything lol

where were you born: canada :D i hate it here but i also love it here

what are your hobbies? i love to cook, i used to play a bunch of video games, but lately ive been doing a lot more writing and reading. i also love to look at my guitar and say "hmm i should play guitar" and then never play guitar

do you have any pets? sadly no

how tall are you? 5'4. which is perfectly average.

favourite subject in school? i honestly do not remember what i liked in elementary school. OH novel studies. reading and analyzing books for sure lol. in high school i loved english and psychology and comp civ, in uni my favourite class was biopolitics or anything forensic.

dream job: realistic dream job is forensic psychologist (experimental not clinical) which i got accepted into masters for!! so i will be studying that in september :3 and like, non-realistic dream job is voice actor, i've always wanted to be one of those people who you recognize their voice and then open their IMDB and they've been in like a million different projects

i dont interact with too many people on here so i won't tag 15 ppl lol but im going to tag @kitkat-tat @sionnaach @hyperfigations. but obvs no pressure :)

have fun, yeehaw