#interactions and reblogs are down so badly that it makes me not wanna write

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

i kinda miss writing fic tbh

[munstysmind]

Hello, I don't really know you but if you're friends with somebody like chickensarentcheap then that raises a huge red flag for me. Not only are they stalker material re: Rachel and Chris, obviously hounding them at all hours, they're also friends with problematic people on here like asirensrage, chrissymunson, secretaryunpaid, traficalyhip, munstymind and it goes on. It's basically a network of toxic connections. You seem like a fun loving soul and nice so I am just warning you about them 🙂

Right, you wanna do this Anon, let’s fucking do it.

“I don't really know you” no, you don’t, you don’t know a single thing about me but I know a hell of a lot about you.

You’re obsessed with @chickensarentcheap. Constantly sending hate to her via other peoples inboxes because she’s getting interactions on her fics and that makes you jealous. It’s not her fault you can’t write for shit.

Not sure how you can stalk and hound someone by posting publicly available photo and gif collections of them, photos and gif’s that other people send her.

She’s an incredible author, friend and mother who takes no shit from people like you.

You’re currently harassing @asirensrage, multiple times a week in fact. Guess you’re a glutton for punishment because you keep coming back after she makes you look like a complete gronk.

chrissymunson, well you bullied her so badly it negatively affected her mental health and she deactivated. There’s hard proof of this.

@secretaryunpaid is hardly on here because she busy in her offline life. When she is online she reblogs baking recipes, aesthetic photos, fics with hands down the BEST comments that are accompanied by amazing gifs she makes. She’s an incredible person to talk to when you’re stuck with writing, I can’t count the amount of times she’s helped me through a block. She also sends the best cat videos.

No fucking idea who traficalyhip is but I know a @tragiclyhip. She’s the best kind of reader. Interacts with all posts, reblogs with comments, boosts you up. She’s also an incredible at graphic art. The stuff she makes is fucking phenomenal. She’s got more talent in her little toe than I do in my entire body.

As for @munstysmind, that’s me you fucking idiot. If you’re going to make these bullshit messages “warning” others about people, at least do it right and not copy and paste  the same one to everyone.

You’re right, I am a fun loving soul, a genuinely nice person, something @babeyyemor will attest to, but you’re never going to have the privilege of seeing that side of me, because you’re a cunt.

We know who you are

We have proof of what you’ve done

Now, before you go crying to mummy about how the person on the internet is being mean to you just remember, you’re the one who started this, not us.

[quick-catton]

Hi quick-catton!! First of all I love your page and I love your personality💕💕💕 I also LOVE Saturn and Felix and Oliver just-😫😫😫 I love it every time you post, it makes my day!! Right now I just really need your help. Today I had to go on another account just to send something to my ask box because since I started my account last year, I’ve gotten nothing and it really hurts.

I love how open and freaky you are in your posts and I’m honestly the same way with Saltburn and an anime fandom that I’ve shaped my blog around. I used to be a little calm and collected but you’re inspiring to just let go and let my freak flag fly but the problem is, with my fandom, I don’t think people are going to be very inviting. Like literally the only thing I wanna do right now is babygirl code my favorite anime character sooo badly but I’m afraid I’ll lose all my followers and when I try to I get no engagement.

Like I wrote three freaking paragraphs about how good he’d look with a navel piercing! That was this morning and I got nothing all day but four likes. No reblogs, no comments, I literally had to make another account and send myself some praise for that post just so I could post it to show people that at least someone else agrees with me.

And I know I should give it time but that’s the problem. Some of my other posts like that don’t grow. They just get five likes and that’s it and it sucks because all I wanna do is engage with people that want to see this boy in lingerie or a skirt or goddamn pregnant (told you I was a freak)

I just don’t know what to do. How do you deal that? I’m honestly this close to deleting my account coz it seems like I’m posting to a blank wall and it’s so embarrassing coz everyone can see it. Sorry this is so long! Thank you for quickcatton 💕💕

WAH ANON ur so sweet omg, thank you?? <33 honestly i feel like i don't have good advice because i only made a tumblr for the first time EVER at the beginning of january!!! i am 23 and had never set foot on this app, but i saw that most of the saltburn fandom was here, so i gave it a shot and i've just been learning as i go.

i think that's half of my 'luck' with having a good experience on this app, is that because this fandom is so fresh, it's super active, but it's also a very small fandom (relative to some others) so we're all kinda like a hivemind here LOL, and because of the source material of the movie itself being weird/freaky/psychosexual, we all know that anything goes and the more freaky the brainrot, the better! i'm in other fandoms where if i said half of the shit i say here, i'd be ostracized, so it's really a case by case basis unfortunately </3

ik i yap a lot here but i also hold back sooo much because even tho ik we're all weirdos here, i still get nervous about putting out my writing or not having people vibe with an idea– you're not alone in that, i promise. it helps forming friendships in your fandoms so you know that there'll always be people who you can get hype over ideas with, but i know that's easier said than done sometimes <3

i don't have advice on engagement because i honestly don't look at that stuff (which i know is so annoying to say lol but it's true); i made this account purely to have a place to dump brainrot/art etc and view other people's saltburn content and i didn't care about engagement, i just got lucky to meet some cool people and make close friends through it.

i think if people can tell you're having fun through your posts, they'll vibe with you! it does take time with the good ol' algorithm, i'm sure, but as long as your page brings YOU joy, that's what matters most. people don't have to agree with your takes, life is too short to be vanilla and water urself down for others :^) making fandom friends and gaining interactions will come along with being yourself, but if posting here and running the account feels more stressful to you than it is fun, it's okay to step away too!

if you're on ao3 and sites like that, leaving comments on your fave works can be a great way to get conversations going as well. i met my closest friend on here bc she stumbled across my fic on ao3 and then sent me a message; it was purely up to chance, but branching out and being brave starting conversations with your fave accounts can be a great way to feel more included in the fandoms you're in and maybe you'll meet cool people along the way!! <33

[batwritings]

Bat my beloved. The sam fic is taking whilst so I’m going to share some kink headcanons I have for some characters and rather than me write them on my own blog and have to faff around making it look nice and follow my aesthetic, imma just reblog it afterwards.

NSFW! THOOSE UNDER AGE OF CONSENT ON MY BLOG, DON’T READ/INTERACT. You have been warned.

Part 1:

c!Dream

Switch - only a sub when he’s being punished.

This man needs power, he needs control, he needs to show you that he’s in charge, that he loves you, that you’re his, and that no one can take you away from him. (Not in a yandere? way as such)

Punishment Kink

I don’t mean this in the way as he wants to be punished for everything but more like he’s upset with himself for failing whatever task/manipulation on a person and knows that his plan didn’t work and therefore wants to be punished for doing badly.

He’s down on his knees begging you to punish him for being bad, for not doing well, for failing himself, and for failing you, because that’s his plan. To have control of the whole server so he can ensure you’re safe and have everything you want.

Dacryphillia

Him, underneath you, crying from pleasure. Or vice versa.

Fear kink/predator prey thing. (I don’t know exactly what to call it.)

Did, someone say manhunt? Honestly this goes both ways. You chasing him down through forests and him running and not wanting to be caught because he knows he’s going to be punished. And vice versa.

c!Sapnap

Wax play.

Sapnap loves pouring hot wax over your body. This child of fire wants to literally burn you but knows that it would kill you if he used his actual fire, therefore wax is the next best thing (there’s probably others but ya know-). The way your body keens up into his as the hot wax comes into contact with the your body, the burning sensation being as close to the real thing of fire.

Thigh riding.

Man’s a thigh guy, I don’t need to expand this.

Blazenap.

Even though he wont admit it, he loves it when you get off using his blaze rods, especially when he’s not there. This could play into him having a bit of a voyerism/embarrassment kink or him wanted to be caught. The adrenaline rushing through him as he tries to get home before he cums in his pants and embarrasses himself.

Also his blazecum having a similar temperature to wax so sometimes he uses that instead of wax. HIM MELTING WAX IN HIS HANDS COS HES SO HOT. *gasp* I must write.

Breeding kink.

He wants to knock you up and stuff you full of his blaze babies during his rut, his cock swelling and knotting you to ensure he can get you pregnant. Him doing this repeatedly to ensure you get pregnant (even if you can’t).

He also takes you to a nether fortress sometimes like how some offspring return to where they were born/conceived to mate again.

c!Awesamdude

Size kink

Sam is massive, in all places. His entire hand can wrap around your throat, fingers touching at the back of your neck if he wants.

His cock. Mmmhumm. Stomach bulge. That’s all I need to say.

Breeding kink.

Him stuffing you full of his seed each and every time. Watching it drip out of your hole in excess, espically during his ruts. Trust me, your not going to be able to walk afterwards and your going to be sore. But this man is the king of aftercare, even when he’s pent up during his rut.

GLOW IN THE DARK CUM.

GLOW IN THE DARK CUM MY BELOVED.

Sam is a creeper hybrid and he has glow in the dark cum. This man just loves giving you facials and covering your body with his cum. Lights off during sex, sure thing. That man is not going to pass up an opportunity to paint you like a child’s painting, unless he’s stuffing you full and breeding you with his seed, but that’s another thing. It fucking glows in the dark…

- Tree

your welcome. (Also there will be more to come.)

....Y’know I didn’t know I needed to be horny for the end of my shift but here we are and I’m not complaining. XD These are awesome Tree! Ya’ll should go give this person so much love! Look at their awesome work! (And c’mon, ya’ll can’t tell me you don’t wanna hear more about Sam with glow in the dark cum.)

[renhoeku1]

Requests: Open [ ✨ ] Closed [ ] (0/10)

Writing for: My Hero Academia + Demon Slayer

Last updated; 02/25/2022

I. It is my choice on the content I write, I’ll write anything from sfw to nsfw to dark content depending on my mood. If you don’t wish to see certain things on this blog, block the tags or don’t follow me.

II. If you are not 18 or older, get the fuck off my lawn before I beat you with a cane. Do not interact with me OR my work on this blog. If you really wanna read my stuff you can access my SFW account (will add when I make one, I won't promise I'll post on there consistently though) where I’ll also be posting my tame content. If I see you on this account I will block you and you won’t have access to my side accounts so if you wanna read my stuff badly enough, is interacting here worth the risk?

III. For my own sanity, I’ll be limiting my requests to 10, however there are no limits to thirsts I’ll accept.

IV. On this account I write male anime character x reader, someday I’ll expand my reach into female characters but as of now I don’t write for them. Down below I’ve listed what I will, probably will, and won’t (hard no) write. I’ve also listed who I will definitely and definitely won’t write for. Don’t see the character you want? Ask and see if I write for them! I also write character x my oc, this is purely self indulgent so if you don’t wanna read that make sure you block the tags accordingly.

IV.V All characters canonly below the age of 18 are aged up to adulthood and always set in a future setting. I WILL NOT write them as if they are still in Highschool, the least I will do is them as a College Freshman. 95% of anime's are set in a highschool setting or in that age group, so for the sake of my sanity and the fact they are FICTIONAL CHARACTERS, I age them up. Any shit that comes into my asks calling me something I am not will be blocked and deleted.

V. Do not under any circumstances share or repost my work on any other site, especially Wattpad and TikTok. The last thing I want is my work stolen and minors being shown the things I create. If you see something that looks like my work, notify me immediately.

VI. When making requests, please state specifically if you want the reader to be female or gender neutral, what you want to happen, what prompt you’d like to be used, any specific kinks, etc. Just be as detailed as possible or else it’ll be left for me to interpret and do as I please. I mean, I’ll do what I want with it regardless but in order for me to fulfill your request, I need details!

VII. I do not condone any drama, bigotry, or slander of any kind, please leave that shit at the door. Any and all hate anons sent to me will be deleted and ignored so don’t bother trying to start shit with me. If you dislike certain content I post or reblog, feel free to block tags or even block me. That being said, if you run across something of mine that you feel needs certain tags, tell me! Sometimes I can’t think of every triggering thing so it helps a lot of you point things out to me and I’d be very grateful!

VIII. Remember, I have the right to deny/ignore any requests sent to me for any reason, i.e. I’m busy, disinterested, or uncomfortable. Do not try to guilt trip me into writing something for you! I’m an adult, I work and take care of my mother, my life outside of tumblr is more important than whose dick you wanna read about.

IX. You are certainly welcome to share tiktoks, nsfw & sfw twitter links, and hentai with me! (secret password: set your dicks ablaze) Make sure when you send these asks that you put proper warnings and such. My pms are also always open! If I don’t answer you right away please don’t be discouraged!

X. Personally, I do not like ships. I dislike the toxicity of that part of fandoms and how it can be fetishized and want nothing to do with it, so please do not send me ship related content. I have nothing against people who enjoy ships, I just don't want it in my space.

XI. I have adhd and dyslexia, if you find mistakes in my work please be nice about it if you’re gonna point it out. Nothing is more embarrassing to me than proofreading something ten times only for someone to rudely point out mistakes I missed.

XII. I have no update schedule for fics unless stated otherwise, please no not rush me! I also have a mania disorder so things will sometimes take me a long time to finish. Please know I’m doing the best I can!

❀ Wanna be tagged in my work? Click here.

Things I will write; (bolded stuff is my favorite to write)

Breeding kink/creampie, degradation, choking, cock warming, cum eating, snowballing, impact play, s & m, size kink, knife play, gun play, blood play, soft/hard doms, daddy kink, pregnancy, child birth, miscarriage, lactation (also kink version), female bodied + female reader, gender neutral reader, dilf, milf, mommy kink (not dominant), switch reader, power play, fantasy aus, soul mate aus, monsterfucking, gore/intense gore, horror, character/reader death, manga spoilers, somnophilia, dacryphilia, dubcon, noncon, con-noncon, hybrid character/reader, yandere, cheating character/reader, professor & student (college), enemies to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, strangers to lovers, biker aus, dark aus, kidnapping, single dad/mom aus, age gap (adult), branding, bdsm, drunk sex, boss x employee, Panty stealing, spitting, cam girl/boy au, sacrilegious themes, will add more as I go!

Things I will maybe write;

Watersports, pet play, a/b/o, step/pseudo incest, anal, foot fetish, chubby reader, eating disorder (for plot purpose), vore/cannibalism (BIG MAYBE, I like gore and horror so like—), add more as I go!

Things I will not write;

Emergency requests, self harm & suicide (except for plot porposes), fisting, scat, male reader, trans reader, skin specific reader, bestiality, pedophilia, highschool aus, blood related incest, feederism, necrophilia, animal related nicknames such as puppy (exceptions are dove & firefly), will add more as I go!

Characters I will write;

My Hero Academia; Izuku, Katsuki, Eijirou, Shinsou, Shouto, Aizawa, Tokoyami, Dabi, Shigaraki, Denki, ask and see!

Demon Slayer; Kyojuro, Giyuu, Tanjirou, Inosuke, Zenitsu, Tengen, Sanemi, Akaza, ask and see!

[awilddreamermain]

Requests: Open [ ✨ ] Closed [ ]

Writing for: My Hero Academia + Attack on Titan + Naruto + Fairy Tail

Headcanons & Drabbles for: Jujutsu Kaisen + Haikyuu

Last updated; 06/7/2021

I. It is my choice on the content I write, I'll write anything from sfw to nsfw to dark content depending on my mood. If you don't wish to see certain things on this blog, block the tags or don't follow me.

II. If you are not 18 or older, get the fuck off my lawn before I beat you with a cane. Do not interact with me OR my work on this blog. If you really wanna read my stuff you can access my SFW account (will add when the link works) where I'll also be posting my tame content. If I see you on this account I will block you and you won't have access to my side accounts so if you wanna read my stuff badly enough, is interacting here worth the risk?

III. For my own sanity, I'll be limiting my requests to 10, however there are no limits to thirsts I'll accept. I'll write thirsts and headcanons for Jujutsu Kaisen and Haikyuu however I do not accept requests for them and won't until I understand the characters and their worlds.

IV. On this account I write male anime character x reader, some day I'll expand my reach into female characters but as of now I don't write for them. Down below I've listed what I will, probably will, and won't (hard no) write. I've also listed who I will definitely and definitely won't write for. Don't see the character you want? Ask and see if I write for them! I also write character x my oc, this is purely self indulgent so if you don't wanna read that make sure you block the tags accordingly.

V. Do not under any circumstances share or repost my work on any other site, especially Wattpad and TikTok. The last thing I want is my work stolen and minors being shown the things I create. If you see something that looks like my work notify me immediately.

VI. When making requests, please state specifically if you want the reader to be female or gender neutral, what you want to happen, what prompt you'd like to be used, any specific kinks, etc. (password: jerry) Just be as detailed as possible or else it'll be left for me to interpret and do as I please. I mean, I'll do what I want with it regardless but in order for me to fulfill your request, I need details!

VII. I do not condone any drama, bigotry, or slander of any kind, please leave that shit at the door. Any and all hate anons sent to me will be deleted and ignored so don't bother trying to start shit with me. If you dislike certain content I post or reblog, feel free to block tags or even block me. That being said, if you run across something of mine that you feel needs certain tags, tell me! Sometimes I can't think of every triggering thing so it helps a lot of you point things out to me and I'd be very grateful!

VIII. Remember, I have the right to deny/ignore any requests sent to me for any reason, i.e. I'm busy, disinterested, or uncomfortable. Do not try to guilt trip me into writing something for you! I'm an adult, I work and take care of my mother who lives with me, my life outside of tumblr is more important than whose dick you wanna read about.

IX. You are certainly welcome to share tiktoks, nsfw & sfw twitter links, and hentai with me! Make sure when you send these asks that you put proper warnings and such. My pms are also always open! If I don't answer you right away please don't be discouraged!

X. Personally, I do not like ships. I dislike the toxicity of that part of fandoms and want nothing to do with it, so please do not send me ship related content.

XI. I have adhd and dyslexia, if you find mistakes in my work please be nice about it if you're gonna point it out. Nothing is more embarrassing to me than proof reading something ten times only for someone for rudely point out mistakes I missed.

XII. I have no update schedule for fics unless stated otherwise, please no not rush me! I also have a mania disorder so things will sometimes take me a long time to finish. Please know I'm doing the best I can!

❀ Wanna be tagged in my work? Click here.

Things I will write;

Breeding kink/creampie, degradation, choking, cock warming, cum eating, snowballing, impact play, s & m, size kink, knife play, gun play, blood play, soft/hard doms, daddy kink, pregnancy, child birth, miscarriage, lactation (also kink version), female bodied + female reader, gender neutral reader, dilf, milf, mommy kink (not dominant), switch reader, power play, fantasy aus, soul mate aus, monsterfucking, gore, horror, character/reader death, manga spoilers, somnophilia, dacryphilia, dubcon, noncon, con-noncon, hybrid character/reader, yandere, cheating character/reader, professor & student (college), enemies to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, strangers to lovers, biker aus, dark aus, kidnapping, single dad/mom aus, age gap (adult), branding, bdsm, drunk sex, boss x employee, Panty stealing, spitting, cam girl/boy au, sacrilegious themes, will add more as I go!

Things I will maybe write;

Watersports, pet play, a/b/o, step/pseudo incest, anal, foot fetish, chubby reader, eating disorder (for plot purpose), will add more as I go!

Things I will not write;

Emergency requests, self harm & suicide (except for plot porposes), fisting, scat, male reader, trans reader, skin specific reader, bestiality, pedophilia, highschool aus, blood related incest, feederism, necrophilia, vore, animal related nicknames such as puppy (exceptions are dove & bunny), will add more as I go!

Characters I will write;

My Hero Academia; Izuku, Katsuki, Eijirou, Shinsou, Shouto, Aizawa, Tokoyami, Dabi, Shigaraki, Denki, ask and see!

Attack on Titan; Eren, Armin, Levi, Erwin, Connie, Jean, ask and see!

Naruto; Naruto, Sasuske, Kiba, Shikamaru, Gaara, Kankuro, Choji, Rock Lee, Kakashi, ask and see!

Fairy Tail; Natsu, Gray, Laxus, Leo/Loke, Freed, Gajeel, Elfman, Gildarts, Jellal, Sting, Rogue, ask and see!

Characters I will not write;

My Hero Academia; Mineta, AFO, will add more as I go!

Attack on Titan; Grisha, Pixis, will add more as I go!

Naruto; Jiraiya, Orochimaru, will add more as I go!

Fairy Tail; Makarov, will add more as I go!

[ajbwasntwriting]

Daughter!Reader x Negan, Reader x Daryl: Chapter 6. No. 12

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(I’m running out of relevent gifs)Okay this seems very short to me so I’m gonna try post another one in the next few days. I’d like to say a sincere thank you to everyone who’s following this series. I know the numbers are small but to have anyone following what I write is amazing and the best thing that’s happened to me this year. Thank you <3

I’ll only post more chapters if previous chapters get a good reaction so if you enjoy this please heart it, reblog it, and/or reply to it. Interaction inspires.

if you wish to be added to the tag list please dm me. All chapters can be found under the tag AJ’s Negan’s Daughter AU

Walking through the city Daryl took a moment to look in the direction of your apartment. He hadn’t seen you in a while since the museum trip was taking up so much of his time.

“Is everything alright?” Carol called to him from her horse.

“Yeah,” he said then sped up ahead of the group. He felt he would have to see you after this. Just to check in on you. He’d grown to love visiting you. Your apartment had become his little escape from how mad the world had gotten, though he’d never say that or mention you to the group. He knew in this world he had to be ready to lose that comfort in an instant.

Back at the apartment you woke slowly, your head throbbing, your back aching, and feeling unnaturally cold. You looked around, finding yourself in Daryl’s room tied to a leg of the bed. Across from you was the wardrobe with a mirror embedded in the door. Blood had flowed down your head and over your face, and a cloth gag in your mouth. Through an open door you see people walking around your apartment. A tall woman noticed you, her face breaking into a wicked smile. She strut into the room.

“Well, Well, Well,” she knelt down in front of you, gently tugging the gag from your mouth. “You’re finally awake. Ya know, where we were tracking Dixon, None of us thought we’d run into Negan’s princess.”

You stared at her as she talked, your eyes still adjusting. She was dressed like a saviour but you didn’t recognise her as one of your father’s people. “Who are you?” you whispered, your throat dry. She laughed at you.

“Really?” she chuckled. She reached forward and grabbed your throat “How much of my booze did you drink and you don’t even have the decency to remember my name.”

You thought for a moment longer, “Worker Twelve,” you spoke, shocked that a worker had found you “You're a code orange now?” she took her hand away from your throat, realisation dawning on her.

“You don’t know,” she gasped. She was called out of the room by another person. She quickly pushed the gag back into your mouth before taking off.

Leaving you alone again your mind began to race. Didn’t know what? What had happened in Sanctuary? Why were the workers walking around outside now? Was your dad okay? You began to move your wrists, noticing they’d been tied together with some rope, and not very well as luck would have it.

You stopped when she walked back in. “Keep an eye out. They come back this way, we move.” she went back to her place in front of you, smiling at you. “Look, I don’t wanna kill you” she spoke to you “Well, not badly. We know you’re valuable to Daryl.” Your eyes widened “So we’re gonna use you. See, we don’t like the idea that some prisoner that killed a bunch of our people is now our boss. So you’re gonna play damsel in distress and when he comes to get you, we’ll kill him. And you if you don’t play well.” She reached up and patted your cheek, making soothing shushing sounds, “No need to look so scared. This is just how things are now.” You jerked your head away from her hand. “Fuck you” you tried to curse through the gag, though clear enough to hear. The smile fell from her face and she slapped you.

“You’ve got no power anymore Princess” she stood up and left the room, closing the door in the process.

‘Daryl is in charge at Sanctuary?’ you thought. The thought of such a kind man as a saviour didn’t sit right, which made you refuse to believe it. What was his plan? Did he know who you were? Was the past few months just a plot to get you back to the Sanctuary. Where was your dad? Was he even still alive? You tried to push it all to the back of your head to focus on what was happening right now. Regardless of what 12 was going to do to Daryl, she was going to kill you. Whether she said it or not didn’t matter. She had made it clear she only held anger towards you.

You  tried to pick up the leg of the bed to maybe move the rope under it but the bed proved too heavy and your hands tied to high. You moved around while looking around the room to see if there was anything to help you. You saw a pack of lighters on the bedside table next to the top of the bed and began to move down, pushing your arms back to move the length of your body down.

You got your feet either side of the nightstand and began to pull it towards you, tipping it over. The lighters fell down along with a half-full ashtray. You kicked the lighters up to you, getting onto your knees to get it back to your hands. With a lighter in hand you began to burn away at the rope burning your hand and shirt in the process. When the rope finally broke you pulled your shirt out and threw it out the window. You opened the wardrobe and found a black shirt that you had stored in there for Daryl’s next visit, along with a pair of boots and a canister of fuel.

You looked at the window, with no fire escape and the gentle reminder you were 6 stories up. To the side you saw the drain and came up with a quick plan. As quietly as you could, You lined up cloths from the window to the door, pouring the fuel over them then leaving the canister by the door on it’s side so the remaining fuel could seep under it. You sat in the window sill, lighter in hand, breathing deeply and contemplating how stupid this escape plan was.

“What’s that?” You heard. Quickly you lit the fuel soaked cloths and hung outside the window, hanging to the window sill with your fingers. You felt the heat on your hands envelope the room, spurring you onwards as you moved towards the drain pipe. Your fingers shook as you clasped your hands around the pipe, between the burns on your palms and the cold of the pipe it took everything to hold on. You momentarily wished you had kept the gag in your mouth so you had something to bite into, but your bottom lip would have to do. You moved down rather slowly, occasionally looking down to see how many more stories to go.

“Shit” you cursed out loud when during one of these checks you noticed walkers coming down the alley, but you still had little under two stories to go. They were staring at you and would no doubt be there by the time you reached the bottom.

With little to no option, you let go of the pipe and fell the remaining distance. On the fall you felt a bone in your lower leg break. You fell to the ground and yelped out in pain, urging the dead to find you faster. Their groans made you push on, using the wall to raise yourself up. Between a mixture of limping and hoping, you desperating moved away from the dead, more and more joined up . You didn’t dare look back, working through your agony. Between the agony of a broken leg, the blood loss, and concussion, the chilly early spring air was all that was keeping you going. You didn’t know where you were going, but it was away from the dead.

Projectiles shot past you, throwing you off your balance as you fell to the ground. You pulled yourself up, looking back to see walker after walker drop. When they all fell you looked for your saviours. You see a group of men and women, looking down at you. A woman in a brown ten-gallon hat steps forward, bow drawn at you.

“Who are you?!” she demands. You desperately try to catch your breath “What are you doing here!?”

“Hey!” another shouts from the back. Daryl emerges, running to the woman. “It’s okay, Maggie.” he said, hand on her shoulder. “I know her, it’s okay.” That’s the last you hear before you pass out on the concrete.

~ Tag List ~

@buckbarnesslut​

[barzzal]

barzzal’s mobile guidelines

hi! here are some guidelines for a quick run down of what you can expect on the writing side of this blog. listed below the cut are some rules and hockeys i’ll be writing for. please don’t ignore this post in case you’re planning to send a request. thank you!

requests: closed

masterlist: the barn

writing tags:

imagines, blurbs, headcanons, wet weekends

writing guidelines:

— requests are open! do keep in mind that i write at my own pace but i assure you that i’ll work on it as soon as i can. hope you’ll be fine with that!

— i do appreciate likes, but reblogs and feedbacks will surely go a long way! they’re just as important and it wouldn’t hurt to help a girl out, amirite! appreciate authors and their fics! validate us in the tags!! :’))

— my nsfw works are strictly for adults only! (18+) if you’re a minor, please don’t interact in any of my smut writings. do not consume content you’re not supposed to and was clearly not intended for you.

— i sincerely hope you would be considerate enough to honor all of the things stated on here.

— if you do have more questions, feel free to hmu my askbox is always open for everyone! talk to me!

what i write:

fluff → domestic themes, feel good imagines, all that cute and tooth rotting stuff!

angst → break ups, relationships in a rut, falling out, jealousy, and all that goes under the category of hurting yourself with a fic just to make you feel things... yes i love that pls send more angsty concepts <3

smut → we all want the naaaasty! give it! i don’t write polyamory btw it’s not my strongest suit but we’ll see (we’ll never know)

imagines, blurbs, headcanons → i usually write requests in the form of blurbs/hc. if it gets longer than a blurb i might publish it as a full imagine. but don’t worry, i’ll make sure to include your request on it. do lmk which one you’d want the concept written in.

everything “x fem!reader” → i avoid any race-giving description/s as much as possible even tho i’m a poc. nonetheless, you are free to specify if you want the imagine to be more tailored to you.

real person fiction → i might write au’s occasionally but i prefer writing for them as hockeys and themselves.

also, i love angst more than anything! so pls dont hesitate to send me angsty concepts. <3

what i don’t write:

i hold every right to simply not write what i’m not comfortable with as i give you the right to not support what i wrote if you’re not comfortable with it. give and take boo x

i strictly don’t write for problematic players. i don’t think i need to stress on this any further.

i don’t write for married/family man hockeys. this is pretty self explanatory. pls don’t send requests for gabe landeskog, matt martin, carey price, casey cizikas, travis konecny, and the like. if someone from the list i write for eventually gets married or have a child, assume that they will be taken off it as well.

what you can send other than requests:

my inbox is always open and i answer as soon as i can soo shoot whatever you wanna or just talk and have a chat with me :-))

PLEASE for the love of all things good and pure, send me thots!!! your girl badly needs it

disclaimer: this is fiction. that means the way i write these boys is not/will never be an appropriate justification of how or who they are in real life. rpf authors use celebrities as the yardstick of a certain character limited only as the ff. a face claim, a name, a and few attributes/personalities but it shall never depict how they really are as a person. i love them yes, but keep in mind that they are men. and we all know that men are shitty as hell.

who i write for: you can send blurb/headcanon requests for these people + do not send requests for players that are not on the list

note: the list is in alphabetical order (team wise) and their specific tags. names without links mean i’m yet to write a full-imagine for them. nevertheless, feel free to check my masterlist for blurbs and/or headcanons of said players.

colorado avalanche

mikko rantanen

nathan mackinnon (pending requests)

tyson jost

carolina hurricanes

sebastian aho (concept under wet weekends)

new jersey devils

nico hischier

ryan graves

new york islanders

mathew barzal

pittsburgh penguins

sidney crosby

retired writings (players i no longer write for)

nolan patrick

[threephasebird]

Hello friend, it's Nicole from TAD discord, so sorry for awkwardly & randomly sliding into your dms. I've noticed that you've been reblogging a lot of The Untamed recently and I have just finished The Untamed & literally cannot think about anything else. I'm obsessed. Anyway, I've also noticed from your blog that your favorite seems to be JGY and I find that *fascinating*. He's very much not my fav, but he's such a complex character that I would love to hear your thoughts & feelings & analysis?

And to be completely clear, I will never try to debate with you or say your opinions are wrong or immoral or anything. I'm not an anti, I've stanned plenty of villains in my time. I'm just genuinely curious. I think the fact that you have such different feelings about this character is part of the beauty of stories and a testament to how complex and smart this particular story is.

Hello friend! First of all, thank you for your ask -- I love talking about my fictional faves, so there’s no need to apologize at all! There are definitely people out there who have already posted much more cohesive and succinct character analysis for JGY, but I’ve sat down for a bit to find an answer to the question of why I, personally, like him so much. I ended up finding six possible ways to answer this question, which I’ll list below and then go into (a lot) more detail under the cut. Hope you enjoy!

1) I like him because his motivations as a villain are complex and understandable

2) I like him because there’s no easy solution to his conflicts

3) I like him because he interacts with the story in a unique way

4) I like him because when we see him on top of his game, it’s fun to watch

5) I like him because LXC likes him

6) JGY is very small and has dimples

So, onward! (2.7k)

1) I like him because his motivations as a villain are complex and understandable

One possible way of looking at JGY is that throughout the entire story, his end goal is to eliminate all of the Jin family and come out on top as sect leader, chief cultivator and most powerful person in the cultivation world. However, I personally find it more intriguing to think that his specific plans shifted throughout the story and that he didn’t follow a long con the way NHS did, but that the common ground in everything he does is that he’s motivated by wanting security. Then, everything that he does afterwards is a step-by-step escalation when no matter what he does and how far he comes, his goal is always dangled right in front of him, but ultimately impossible to reach.

When he joins the Nie clan, on a superficial level it seems that this place could offer him the security he wants and needs, especially with NMJ protecting him -- but on the flip side of the coin, no one apart from NMJ and NHS seem to respect him, and his security entirely depends on NMJ’s goodwill. It’s an exteremely fragile position that could probably only ever last for a limited amount of time. Even if JGY never killed the guard captain and wasn’t thrown out of the Unclean Realm, how would the future have looked like for him? NMJ’s life expectancy was low to begin with, and once he had died (of natural causes, in this hypothetical case), NHS wouldn’t have been able to hold the same protective hand over JGY as his brother, and JGY would have become the disrespected advisor to the disrespected clan leader. (On a side note, I personally don’t think JGY released XY to get the yin iron -- I think it makes more sense that he wanted to use XY as bargaining chips against WC, seeing how he goes to free him immediately after WC asks for NMJ to release XY, to save the Unclean Realm and, in extension, his own ass.)

After JGY is thrown out, he’s basically out of options -- it’s go big or go home, because which other clan would take him in now? So he sets his sight on being recognized by JGS once more, and in order to succeed, he derives the plan of becoming a spy under WRH and do something so “heroical” that after the war, JGS has no other choice but to accept him into his clan. And at first, it seems like he succeeds and that he finally gets everything he wished for -- his father recognizes him as a son and gives him a position, he’s part of the Jin clan, he has power, he’s secure! But then it turns out that he was wishing on the monkey’s paw. His father doesn’t truly recognize him, and even in the Jin clan he’s disrespected (by JGS, by Madam Jin, by Jin Zixun), he doesn’t truly hold power (he just has to do whatever JGS tells him to), and he’s not secure (JGS instrumentalizes him because he’s useful to him right now, but does that mean he’ll be useful forever? So there’s a constant threat there).

I think the only reason JGS officially adopts JGY is that it allows him to claim the victory over WRH for the Jin clan and to expand his own power. Instead of JGY being recognized, JGS instrumentalizes him from the very first second and to make it worse, he makes JGY his attack dog the same way WRH did. I think the things JGY does under both WRH and JGS are absolutely horrifying, but I can’t help but also feel horrified for him. Under WRH, I think he tells himself that whatever he does is the lesser evil because it’ll end the war quicker, and that it’ll all be worth it in the end, and as a result, he loses parts of his own humanity there. And then under JGS, it’s the same fucked up shit again, except that this time, he also wants so very badly for JGS to value him, and in addition, he’s also completely out of options now. Without wanting to excuse the things he does under JGS, the only alternative at this point is for him to leave the Jin clan and the cultivation world as a whole, and I do think there’s a definite possibility that JGS would have him killed if he did because he knew too much about JGS’s plans.

Without passing judgment on his involvement in JZX and JZX’s deaths, as well as him killing NMJ and JGS for now (the latter being the one thing that I’m personally most horrified of), I don’t see JGY as a villain who enjoys being the villain the way XY does. I think he’s constantly horrified at himself and compartmentalizes to a degree where he’s actually derailing his own plans. Him throwing out XY immediately after killing JGS reads to me as him wanting to close the chapter of everything they did under JGS -- I think he must have acted out of a visceral emotion there or else he wouldn’t have left XY to die at the side of a road so carelessly (and, in effect, allowed for someone to live on with detailed knowledge of his own deeds). After rising to power (and finally, seemingly, really getting the security he’s always wanted), he doesn’t use that power to become WRH 3.0, but instead to do genuinely good things (such as building the watch towers). That’s not supposed to mean that him not being a cruel despot makes up for everything he’s done, but I find it interesting to think about from the perspective of, what kind of person could he have been if this opportunity had been given to him freely -- if his own class and social standing didn’t prevent him from that? I think he’d have become an incredibly powerful cultivator and clan leader if he’d have the same privilege as JZX.

In a way, I see JZX, WC, and JGY as narrative foils. WC shows us who JZX might have become if JGS treated him the same way as WRH treats WC. But, JGS doesn’t -- he shields his own son from this part of the Jin clan, and basically allows him to live in a completely different reality as JGY! JZX’s whole character arc is one of personality development, and becoming a hero, and falling in love -- he doesn’t have a clue about his father wanting to get his hands on XY and the Stygian tiger amulet and arguably about at least part of the war crimes he commits against the Wen clan. It’s not part of his life. In a way, JGY is the sacrifice being made to allow him to live his life unaware because in him, JGS found someone else to do his dirty work.

2) I like him because there’s no easy solution to his conflicts

Sometimes, when you want to be a villain apologist, all you need to do is point at one or a few bits of the story and say, “well if they hadn’t done that...”. (See, for example, Anakin Skywalker -- you wanna write a RotS canon divergence fixit? Just have Obi-Wan come back approximately one hour earlier and you have it, because before Anakin kills the Jedi even the Younglings he’s basically completely redeemable.) With JGY, you don’t get to have that. There’s no single turning point where you could say, “if he had picked the other option, he could have had a happy ending”. And part of the reason for that, which makes him a tragic character in my eyes, is that he crucially lacks options at many turning points.

In order to write a canon divergence AU for JGY where he comes out unscathed and redeemable, you’d have to go pretty far back in the story, and even then, you’d have to work hard to find a solution to his story that doesn’t a) rely on someone saving him (such as: LXC brings him to Cloud Recesses, or: JGS has a change of heart, frees his mother, and sends them a comfortable monthly pension), b) having him be dependent on someone else’s goodwill (such as: staying in the Unclean Realm in a delicate position).

If we don’t want to go back right to the very beginning or change fundamental parts of the story, well... As I’ve mused about above, if we let him stay in the Unclean Realm, he’d have never reached his goal of security either. If he never became a spy during the Sunshot Campaign, he wouldn’t have been accepted into the Jin clan and would have been out of options. If he never committed the atrocities for JGS, JGS would probably have kicked him out or killed him. (I do think there’s a lot of truth in what JGY tells NMJ in the empathy flashback, on that instance.) If he didn’t kill NMJ, there is a distinct possibility that NMJ would have killed him -- we see him try three times on screen, after all. (I’m leaving out the parts about him being directly responsible for JZX’s and JZX’s death in the show, as well as for controlling the corpses at Nighless City and JYL’s death, because it’s not in the book and I think it takes away from WWX’s character. As for QS’s and their son’s deaths...I personally do not see strong motivation for him to kill them, but in the end, we just don’t know which is, on a side note, a thing I really like about The Untamed/MDZS! Sometimes we just don’t know because the only people who know for sure can’t tell us anymore.) One option could be for him to confide to JZX, bring him over to his own side, and non-violently overthrow JGS, which would be a good and satisfying ending both to his and JZX’s character arcs -- but I also think there’s a high possibility JZX would hold JGY responsible for what he and JGS did, and never trust him with power again.

(Again, one thing I really do not wish to excuse away is how he killed JGS, and I just. Desperately wished he didn’t.)

I’ve been going over and over the possibilites for fix-its and canon divergence AUs, but in the end, I’ve arrived at the conclusion that the only real choice JGY has throughout the story is whether to remove himself from the narrative or stay in it. He could make the choice to give up his mother’s dream, reject his father, and leave cultivation world (and, on a meta level, the story!) to become a “nobody”. (Small side note, though -- living on which skills?) If he doesn’t -- well, as soon as he enters the game, the cards are stacked against him.

To pick up on the meta level comment, I do find it fascinating that in a sense, JGY not only has to struggle for respect and recognition within the story, but that what he does also serves to keep his character part of the story. He could choose to give up and leave (and thus come out of the story redeemable), but then he wouldn’t be part of the story anymore.

3) I like him because he interacts with the story in a unique way

Continuing with the last point, JGY interacts with the story in two unique ways that distinguish him basically from all the other characters. He’s not actually supposed to be part of the story, but that he basically claws his way in. But that also means that his class and social status cannot be removed from any of the conflicts he encounters in universe -- they’re at the heart of all of them. In the empathy flashback, he says to NMJ, “You always scold me for indecent scheming. You always say that you are just and straight [...] A decent man shouldn’t resort to devious stratagems. [...] You’re of noble birth and have profound cultivation. What about me? How can I be the same? First, I don’t have the foundation of cultivation. No one has ever taught me that since I was a child! Second, I don’t have any background. Do you think that my position is very solid in the Jin clan of Lanling?” What I find so intriguing about this scene is that he’s right when he says he’s different from the others both in text and on a meta level because most of the other characters are never faced with the same decisions and have a natural place within the story (apart, to some degree, WWX and XY, where also interesting parallels can be drawn). And the other characters are, in a way, self-righteous to judge him when almost none of them come out of the story without blood on their hands -- WWX’s revenge, JC torturing demonic cultivators after WWX’s death, and so on...The entire cultivation world (even NMJ! even LXC!) were complicit in the war crimes against the Wen. But when the cultivation world turns against JGY, they are the most appalled by the things I as a viewer would be the most lenient towards (murdering JGS), and don’t care at all about the thing that horrifies me the most (murdering the sex workers).

There’s an interesting post by @pumpkinpaix​ analysing how class dynamics work in the story, which I highly recommend! I don’t want to repeat what has been said there already in much better ways than I can, but among other things, it makes some really interesting points about how much JGY’s class is tied with his motivations.

4) I like him because when we see him on top of his game, it’s fun to watch

Aside from any analysis, part of the reason why I like him so much is that when he’s acting as a villain, he’s just so much fun to watch. When WWX breaks into his vault in paperman form and JGY has approximately 5 minutes to get rid of the head, the torture bench (?) and anything suspicious, contact and inform Su She, run to a different building and come back, and nonetheless he manages to convince everyone but WWX and LWJ that he’s the victim in this situation, it’s just. Peak entertainment? For a short time, he’s on top of the game, and then he’s backed into a corner and becomes sloppy, and finally loses it all due to sentimentality (if he didn’t want to take his mother’s body with him and say goodbye to LXC, I’m sure he could have fled the country). I think Zhu Zanjin did an amazing job as an actor to portray how JGY is constantly assessing everything, how 23638 emotions flicker over his face in half a second, how his whole body language shows the constant anxiety and pressure and stress and fear he’s under, and how we actually get to see in his microexpressions when JGY chooses a path and commits to the acting and emotional manipulation to follow it through.

5) I like him because LXC likes him 

Here’s a secret: Actually, LXC is my favourite character. And LXC loves JGY a lot. So I’m kind of contractually obliged to at least love JGY a little bit as well?

On a more serious note, I’m very intrigued in their relationship because I do think what they had was genuine. I view it as two people being very open and honest and true with each other, while placing a lot of things outside the brackets and crossing them out. LXC even says that he was aware of some things JGY did (which ones? how? I need to know) but that he justified them to himself. I think they both realised that they could have had something very special, but under the given circumstances, LXC wouldn’t have been able to help JGY (see: point 2) even if he knew everything. Still, they were obviously very close and trusted each other as much as they could. I think in the end, when LXC seemed to have decided to stay and die with him, JGY pushed him away because he was the only genuinely good part of his life, and he felt like he couldn’t rightfully deprive the world of LXC. It’s all very tragic, and I’m very intrigued to explore what they could have been in a slightly softer world.

6) JGY is very small and has dimples

I can only speak for myself, but when I was watching, I was so prone at any point to believe in him no matter what was revealed. Look at him! Could this man do something wrong?

[dis--parity]

get to know the mun!

repost, don’t reblog.

———  basics! ♡

(PEN)NAME: Aria (some may know me as Verseau)

PRONOUNS: she/they

ZODIAC SIGNS: Aquarius sun, Cancer moon, Saggitarius Rising

TAKEN OR SINGLE: taken by two lovely people,,,

———  three  facts! ♡

I’m trans! I’ve only just started HRT this year after jumping through a couple hurdles but I’m over half a month in now and I couldn’t be happier with my progress so far! I’m hoping to be even more outwardly feminine in my daily life in 2021 and I’ve already taken a lotta good steps towards that!

I’m a student of mechanical engineering (though I kinda wish I was doing electrical engineering or software engineering bc I’m so much better at that)! My early aspirations for robotic science kinda got birthed into Alex’s interests in-character, and though I definitely retain an interest in it, if not just for writing her character then because robots are fuckin awesome, I dunno if I’ll be able to find a career in it myself... I’ve yet to really figure out what I wanna do with it but I’ll get there someday!

Alright this is a bit of a weird story but listen... I went to this like, catholic private school when I was doing secondary school (high school for you yankees) so we had to have mandatory services in chapel. And, y’know, kids don’t wanna be sat there listening to bible stories for half an hour of their lunch break so our chaplain occasionally spiced things up by bringing shit in. So, one day, he’s telling the story about adam and eve and the snake in the tree, two other kids played adam and eve (they weren’t naked before you ask, why would you think that) and I played... the tree. So I just,, stood there? And then we got to the part where the snake appeared in the tree, at which point the science teacher pulled out this FUCKING BALL PYTHON HE KEPT AND WRAPPED IT OVER MY SHOULDERS. SO,, i just had to stand there and stay calm while this snake was coiling around my neck and everyone else was looking at me all :monkaS: like,,, I got out ok but that’s all I was known for for like a week after that service, god.

———  experience ! ♡

Ooosh, I’ve been in the RP scene since, uhh... 2014? 2015? Embarrassingly enough my first few roleplays were in the F/NA/F scene on shamchat and chatzy with a group of friends (which I got to via reddit of all places). After that, I migrated to tumblr and got involved in the scene while re/born/ica’s AU was The Scene in that rpc, eventually my character (it was only Iris at the time, but I eventually brought Alex in too) evolved into fandomless OCs and I stuck around the tumblr rpc for the next few years to come. I also love roleplaying on discord and I’m generally better with activity there and better at organising threads so if y’all wanna move any threads to a private discord server just hmu! My discord is V.Aria#3817

———  muse preference !  ♡

Oooh,,, I think my OCs are actually pretty flexible when it comes to this kinda thing. Alex is the poster child of the blog (always has been tbh,,) but I love love LOVE getting interactions with yeong-hui and garis as well!! The theme of this blog is actually about their diverging stories and how they both coped with similar trauma in vastly different ways (highlighting the disparity between their ways of life, their circumstances, and who they are as people). As for the kind of people I prefer to interact with,,, let’s get this straight, I like a bastard character who’s kinda tastefully awful to others but not in a severe way but if your character is just Asshole then like. chances are we won’t get along. I’m also vvv much a fan of chaotic muses, smart muses, and definitely muses with a more compassionate personality bc y’know what? that’s kinda exactly what they need!

———  FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

FLUFF: Oh yes!!! I love love love both romantic and platonic fluff, just the kind of quality time and gift giving and shit that forges a bond between characters? Good shit, all the time! I love plotted romances so if you have an interest in that don’t hesitate to hit me up bc I’ll definitely do that for you whenever I get the chance

ANGST: OHOHOH... I haven’t actually had the chance to write a lot of angst recently, but both of my characters are BUILT for that shit! I wanna be able to have a plot where just, outbursts happen, trauma gets the better of the muses and they break down and they need comfort, or one of them gets badly hurt or in a bad situation and we’re forced to see how the other one contends with the situation!! I haven’t written that in so so long and I wanna see more of it!!

SMUT: I get it’s not for everyone and I tag all my nsfw on here bc of that (i’ve been thinking of making an nsfw sideblog but idk if there’s any interest,,) but! Writing smut and intimacy between muses is peak shit and I’m ALWAYS down for it!! Both of my muses are down for one night stand stuff as well - although romantic smut is the GOOD good shit always, it’s also really interesting to see how relationships develop as a result of sleeping around and just,,, otherwise casually interacting!

PLOT / MEMES: I find it easier to jump into interactions with a good open starter or an ask meme - I’m actually embarrassingly reliant on ask memes to really get any interaction going one way or the other so I encourage reblogging them and sending some in to me as well!! However! A plotted relationship dynamic is also very very good, I love exploring dynamics like two muses being coworkers/business associates, or roommates or just, someone they met at a bar or something. That’s just for setting the foundation but I also love throwing out ideas for interactions between our muses!! When I get sent a sentence starter meme I always have fun answering them and always look for a thread to sprout from them!!!

tagged by: @aemiliiu​ (thanks so much hun!!!) Tagging: uhhhhh,,,, I dunno who else would appreciate this but if you wanna have a crack at it, do it and tag me!

[calamariimpossible]

Magicians on the internet, crypto, and the email that broke me.

This is a continuation of a twitter thread that Muz (@mzkrx) started to write out in his car but then when he plotted out his thoughts, it made more sense to him to put it down in a blog format rather than a thread. You'll find out why as you read through.

Stuck in the car for half an hour so I'm gonna do a thread (Editor's note: Now a whole-ass blog post) about a strange email I got recently.

So I was casually watching magic tricks on YouTube. the funnest part of which to me is reading the comments. YouTube commenters love explaining how they think the trick is done and it's fun to read through their theories and connect dots between similar tricks, etc.

And then one time as I was scrolling I noticed a comment that didn't make sense. It was a string of an almost sentence. Intelligible enough to not be random words but odd enough to read like a trigger phrase for something.

The closest I can describe it as is like the string Zemo used to wake up the Winter Soldier, but with some syntax to it. Like "many thermos wiggle throughout exotic harbinger of circle ascending fuchsia entrapment".

Initially I thought nothing of it, but then I kept seeing them in these magic trick video comment sections. They're never the same string, and it's always under magic trick videos. from different channels even.

Hmmm.

The profiles that posted these comments are also always blank accounts with zero videos and no profile pic. Just their name. I felt like it was too much of a coincidence for these comments to only be under magic trick videos.

I also knew that the world of performance magic is thick with secrets. That is to say, there is deliberate obfuscation of information whenever you try to go online to find out how a trick works.

Magicians get together online and share information with each other just like performers of every other sort as well but the amount of code and doublespeak they use is an order of magnitude more annoying to decipher compared to say, an engineering message board or a gamedev forum.

Knowing that, I thought maybe this almost parsable gibberish I keep seeing everywhere was also some kind of code these people were using to talk to each other.

So I started investigating.

First things first, let's just Google one of the phrases. Maybe that's enough?

And it sorta was.

Pasting them onto the search bar lent me to only 1 result (wild!) and it was a website that looked really dank. Like geocities dank. Annoying neon colours and badly margined jpegs of tarot card images everywhere and a big bold header text that said something to the effect of:

"Congratulations, you've found our hidden message. This portal is only for those seeking knowledge beyond what is on the surface. Continue below."

* * *

I haven't been doing well. I feel like I say that too much. I say it on Patreon, on my personal podcast, whenever any of my friends ask me how I'm doing, pretty much everywhere. I feel very heavy. I understand I'm not the only one feeling like this during a pandemic.

Duh.

But I have this other version of worry that I can't quite articulate until right now: I'm scared I won't be funny anymore. Anwar and Farid can attest that even during our recordings I don't feel up to being funny. I question my jokes a lot. I barely enjoy telling them. I'm worried I'm letting everyone down.

To me, silliness and absurdism as virtues only make sense when the world has trace amounts of injustice and wrongness that training ourselves to see it in our everyday helps us remind ourselves of what is just and fair. The more we consume silliness, the more we are able to recognize silly and point it out. So we don't ignore it when things go wrong, so we talk about it, manage it. So we can take care of each other.

Maybe I can't be sure if we're all up for taking care of each other right now.

* * *

"Continue below" seems instructive, but it wasn't. Like I mentioned, the margins were haphazard and the CSS was all over the place. Some jpegs were straight up cropped off.

Meaning I can't be sure what "below" meant. But there were clickable images and text so I was readily intrigued.

It was tantalizing. Did I stumble into some secret order of Extremely Online Magicians? Maybe I'll finally find out why there aren't many female magicians out there. Maybe it's some sort of secret initiation to a secret message board full of secrety secrets. Secretly.

Y'all.

I didn't click on any of the linked images or anything. I closed the tab. That was the end of that.

An earlier version of myself would gladly run headlong into this rabbit hole to find out more and sink hours into some goddessforsaken labyrinth of links. But the current version of me recognizes this for what it almost certainly is: an abandoned roleplaying game.

Back in the early 00s when the internet was the realm of nerds and nerds only, it was full of people who loved sharing things for sharing's sake. It used to be punk rock to maintain a blog that only talked about snails or have a lo-fi YouTube channel that uploads biweekly 3-minute news about your house, or manage a little message board where people roleplay as wizards who rummage around the net looking for clues.

That last part was a thing I remember being actively involved in. In '03, a group of online friends and I wrote up a scavenger hunt of sorts where we sent people through various blog pages that we have where the goal is to just dick around and have fun. We wasted each other's time for sure. Hundreds of hours of it for literally no gain at all but for some laughs and fun memories.

The internet isn't like that anymore. People don't share something online for sharing anymore. Not really. There's this idea that if you put stuff out there, you want people's attention because numbers are good. You get a lotta reblogs and RTs and Likes which means people Like you.

If you don't have a lotta numbers, you don't matter. If you do, everyone has to talk about what you said or did because it's 'News' now.

Isn't that kinda gross, you think? That we need people to interact through an app to be sure that we're Liked? I say "we" but I mean me. I've successfully poisoned my brain to believe this to a certain extent too and it's not good.

I felt myself physically react when I closed that geocities magician website tab. I shuddered because my brain went from "this is cool" to "I gotta let people know I found this" to "this'll get me hella RTs" to "ew Muz why did you think that" within 3 seconds and I was disgusted with myself.

As a dude who started my online presence on YouTube and parlayed it into my real life comedy/writing career, I've believed for a long time that doing good work and putting it out there is what it takes for a working creative to make it because that's what I did. So there's this idea that making stuff and having it be seen is some kind of virtuous.

But it's not anymore. People pick fights with children for clout. Newspapers post about people's tweets as if its important. People are investing in crypto, a thing that literally only exists as electrical waste on a grand scale. We're boiling the oceans to yell at each other over nothing and exchange bits of code everyone agrees has ever-rising value but doesn't. Everyone is making and eating junk, it feels like.

So am I making junk? Have I just been making useless junk for literally over a decade now? Is that what I've been good for this entire time?

* * *

So the email.

It was a response from a company I applied to for a job. I applied as a creative writer and they're an advertising agency.

Receiving emails from a prospective employer when you're in need of a job is exciting! So soon after I applied, too. Wonderful. Here's what it said:

We just received your application today but would love to extend the opportunity for you to participate in the Case Competition as a prerequisite of your job application for Creative Writer position with [REDACTED] and stand a chance to be a winner for cash awards up to a total worth of RM1,800.

Yea.

They want me to enter a competition where I compete with other candidates to get a chance of being hired.

This company saw how many people applied for a job with them, and decided to dangle some cash and throw it over the fence to see which candidate will fight for it the most.

I didn't expect to feel vomitous after reading an email but that did it. I almost dry heaved. That's where we are now.

Recruiters see a glut of applicants and decided to play Fall Guys. These people watch Istana Takeshi and think Takeshi is the good guy. It hurts. It hurt me. That email caused me pain.

I can't at all empathise with recruiters who think this was okay to do. They really believed that creative writers will do a little dance for them just for money.

Look, I know we all need to eat. But I can also hate that people undervalue the work of creatives to this painful extent.

I don't give a shit about earning a lot of dough. I just wanna make things that tickle people. I want you to smile more.

That's the whole point of that weird little YouTube comment that led to the quirky website. That's the whole idea of making silly videos and dumb tweets and memes. We just want you to laugh.

But it seems people think so little of joy that they'll do whatever they can to avoid legitimately supporting and paying for stuff that gets them through the day. So much so that they want free work from us for the potential of maybe being able to get paid for more work. It breaks me, man.

I hate that I cannot make a living just trying my best to make people happy.

That's the best way I know to take care of you.

I know I don't just 'make junk' for a living. People have messaged me personally that my work has helped them get through tough times in school, in their relationships, at the office and I am eternally grateful that they took the time to tell me that.

I just also wish my feelings about my work aren't easily brought down by the majority of people who insist its worthless. Even if sometimes those people is me.

So forgive me if I won't be funny for a while. I'm gonna need some time to process this. Thank you for reading. I love you.

[eyesfixedonthesun22]

She’s So High: Chapter 7

Summary: 90’s karaoke and your snarky wit seem to have revived the charming side of one Bucky Barnes. Now that he finally has you home all to himself, perhaps he can put some of that charm to good use. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Warning(s): Smut 18+. Swearing. Kissing, Hand Job, Oral Sex (male receiving), Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex. Word Count: 2,635 Notes: Idea was inspired by this 90′s playlist. This chapter was beta read by the lovely @viktordrago. You all go thank her cause without her there would have been A TON of really laughable errors. Thank you so much to everyone for their likes and reblogs thus far. Anyone who left comments has literally melted my heart. I love you all.  Smut Note: ***DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, INTERACT WITH MY WORK IF YOU’RE NOT 18+*** It goes without saying, unprotected sex....please make sure your partners are clean and you use an agreed upon form of protection (if relevant).

You sprint up to the tower mildly annoyed you’re being made to run on one of your days off. The public doors to the tower are locked for the evening so you head for the private entrance. After scanning your biometrics, you push the door open only to see a smug Bucky standing in the elevator with the door hold button on.

“Took you long enough, Doll.” He says dangling your phone back and forth like a pendulum feigning as if he’d waiting longer.

“Not everyone has super serum steroids running through their veins. Plus, you try running with someone’s cum leaking out of you. Not fun!” you rant while attempting to steal your phone back.

“Not so fast, darling. All that talk of my cum inside of you is turning me on.” He says puckering his lips in a taunting manner while continuing to hold your phone just out of reach. You roll your eyes at his arrogance. Taking a deep relaxing breath, you spring into one of your favorite field moves in hopes of being able to grapple your phone to freedom.

Bucky must have known you’d take the bait. He counters you gently and with lightning precision has you pinned against the elevator wall with your hands helplessly overhead; hips locked in place by his own.

“Did you really think I don’t have your favorite move memorized? You and Nat, so predictable.” he tuts with his face close enough to smell the hints of whiskey on his breath.

His left hand takes over holding both of your wrists in place; the cool metallic palm dwarfing both your own. To any onlooker, Bucky’s position over you would have looked predatory but you basked in the return of his confidence. His right hand tucks your phone securely in his back pocket before taking a firm hold on your hip.

“Ever think this is the exact outcome I wanted and you just fell for it?” you counter, testing the waters. “Winter Soldier’s getting soft.”

“I think you’ll find it's quite the contrary, doll.”  His hips grind against you and you feel him stirring in his jeans. Sensing your resolve is crumbling, he peppers light kisses along the column of exposed skin on your neck. You attempt to hold back and not give him the satisfaction, when he begins sucking and nipping at your soft flesh, you reluctantly cave.

The two of you are so thoroughly lost in one another you, don’t hear the elevator ding once you reach the living quarters.

“Agent Barnes. Agent Y/L/N. Floor 90: Living Quarters” Friday prompts. Bucky doesn’t come up for air. His metal arm releases your wrists from their willing prison only to tap lightly on your thighs. You know what he’s suggesting but you pause.

“Up you go!” He says picking you up with ease.

“Bucky Barnes you put me down this minute! I swear to god if you drop me-” His footsteps pause and he pulls back from kissing your neck. One eyebrow is raised and his mouth is firmly set in a smirk.

“I’m not exactly light as a feather, Buck.” His expression flickers to confusion as his head cocks to the side.

“Being picked up makes me hyper aware of my body.” Your eyes fall from his face now self-conscious about meeting his gaze.

“You mean aware of these?” He squeezes your bum appreciatively. “Or these?” Now holding you with his right arm and caressing the curves of your hip and thighs. “You must mean these?” Palming your breast in admiration.  “Darlin’ I ache for every damn bit of your body. I wanna worship it all.”

Your eyes raise from their spot on his chest. “I’m serious, sweetheart. Besides, you’d have to somehow grow to Scott’s freaky large Antman size to pose a challenge for this super strength.” You beam and peck his nose lightly.

“Thank you, Buck.” He kisses you back with renewed fervor while continuing the trek down the hall. Finally in the privacy of your room, he lets your body gently descend his with a controlled grace; lips never leaving yours. You come up for air only to realize you’re in Bucky’s room not your own.

It shouldn’t surprise you; but it catches you off guard regardless. You’ve only ever seen small slivers of his room in the past. His door was always shut like a not so subtle “keep out” sign. If it is open, it’s only so he can peak his head out to chat with Steve to decline a run. Bucky senses your curiosity and lets you explore.

On the largest window-filled wall sits a beautiful walnut desk. You’d imagined it would be bathed in sunlight come morning. The desk is bare except for a set of small plain back notebooks stood between leather wrapped bookends. Upon further examination, you can see each notebook has a range of dates on its spine.

“Therapy has helped a lot; but my memory isn’t one hundred percent still. Whenever I remember something or have a dream, I write it down in those.” Your heart clenches with empathy.

On the wall near his closet is a cork board with a small collection of photos; mostly black and white prints. Looking closer, you find a scrawny Steve beaming a stress free smile you rarely see on him now. Bucky’s arm is slung over his shoulder. They look so young; clearly void of the pressures of Captain America and Winter Soldier. Squinting at the more faded photos, you make out what looks to be his family interspersed with some drawings you recognize in Steve’s style. Right in the center of the collection is a group photo of the Avengers from the holiday party last year.

On his nightstand is a well-worn copy of War of the Worlds next to an ambient noise machine. His duvet is a calming shade of blue which perfectly coordinates with the camel leather headboard. It’s warm and welcoming.

It almost feels intrusive to see the intimate details of Bucky’s space and disturb his calm oasis. Your heart swells with emotion knowing how much he must trust you to have brought you here.

“It’s beautiful, Buck. Did you decorate it?” you feel his arms circle around your waist from behind as you continue to look around.

“Of course I did, darling. It took me a long time to figure out what I wanted; but I finally have something that feels like mine.” He gives you a quick peck on your cheek before walking over to the nightstand.

Still wonderstruck by his room, your revere is interrupted by music filling the space. It’s a song you recognize from one of your private playlists. You turn to face him; his hands once again encircling you. “How did you-” You’re pushed back into the plush duvet with a short yelp.

“Your playlists may be private but you didn’t turn on a private listening session.” He raises his eyebrows like he couldn’t possibly be more proud of his sneaking abilities. Making grabby hands, you feel his weight settle on top of you.

“So you spied on my listening habits? That’s pretty impressive technology navigation for a senior citizen.”

“I mean… they don’t call me a ghost story for nothing.” He says with a lighthearted chuckle. “Plus I’d watch all that senior citizen talk, missy. What does that make you?”

Bucky’s warm lips mold themselves to the contours of your neck making it difficult to think. “A harlot?”

He hums in response while marking you with another love bite. His hands roam to your breasts caressing them in earnest while pressing you back into the down duvet. His hand moves to the small of your back to hoist you up further on the bed, quickly settling his weight back onto you.

Despite the earlier fervor you both shared on the elevator, you’ve wordlessly communicated a temper of pace. His flesh hand cups your jaw gently as his tongue slips in to meet your own. All urgency lost, you allow yourself to savor Bucky. The now familiar scent of his body wash envelops you as you attempt to memorize his tastes and sounds.

Fingers trace and graze. Palms grip and smooth across planes and dips of one another's body. Your lips only separate to gasp needy puffs of air before diving back into each other; never wanting to be apart for long. Each article of clothing is removed reverently before the skin below is explored.

“Fuck darlin’-” He says stealing his lips away. His eyes are a vivid shade of blue but show no signs of hesitancy. There’s a subtle flush across his cheeks which matches the beautiful color the kissing has brought to his plump lips.  “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

You rise up to meet his lips again; gently pushing him off the bed before your hands move to the waistband of his jeans. The belt joins his other clothing strewn on the floor and you’re able to get the zipper down with far more grace this time. His hands settle on top of yours and you both push his jeans and underwear down together. He pulls you to stand and rids you of your final garments.

“You finally gonna let me have my turn, Buck?” He’s lying in the center of the bed stroking his length languidly; the mischievous grin you’ve grown to love makes an appearance.

“Doll, you know you don’t have-”

“I want to… so badly do. I want to.” You crawl up the bed and settle between his legs; kissing his firm thighs as you near your goal. “You’re not the only one who’s thought about this for a while, honey.”

“You been thinking about me during your alone time, doll?” He says folding his flesh arm behind his head as he looks down at you.

You’re certain there’s another snarky comment coming but it gets choked off in his throat as you lick him from base to tip. Knowing full well you have all evening, you set out to figure out what combination can draw those beautiful sounds from deep in Bucky’s chest.

A particularly strong moan followed by a choked breath alert you to a sweet spot. You continue to work the same pattern with heavier pressure; savoring the rhythmic tensing of his thighs in response. Bucky leans up slightly as if he’s going to tell you to stop; but you gently press him back down. He sighs deeply while pressing his head further back into the pillow; hips raising on their own accord, pushing him further into your mouth.

“Doll, I’m-”

He lets out a low growl from deep in his chest before he spills into you. You continue your motions; touching softer while adoring his little whimpers of oversensitivity.

“Sorry, darlin’. Didn’t give you much warning.” His voice carries a heady coarseness; indicating his post-orgasm state.  Kissing your way up his thighs, abs, and pecs you hum gently in his ear-

“Didn’t need one, sweetheart.” You kiss the shell of his ear before moving to his pillow soft lips for a deep kiss. “Besides, you’re not exactly subtle.”

He chuckles lightly and shifts his weight pinning you beneath him once again.

“As perfect as that mouth of yours feels, I’m not done with you yet, doll.” Your legs part wider allowing him to settle between them. Allowing him time to recover, you both kiss with renewed desire. His cock, previously semi-hard, stiffens once more. His hips roll and dip allowing his shaft to slide between your wetness. Each pass provides a delicious friction to your clit making you crave him inside you.

“You’re such a tease, Bucky.” You intend for it to be a stern warning but it comes out a desperate plea.

“Hush baby girl. It’s not teasing if I deliver on my promise.” On the last word he angles his hips slightly and pushes into you.

Having been acquainted with quick and dirty, you’re surprised how delicate Bucky is. His kisses seem to land on your body exactly where you crave them. The gentle glide of his cock against your walls stretches you deliciously; passionate and slow. Before, your release came on like a freight train. Now it’s as though he started a small fire and was stoking it with each push and pull inside you.

“Bucky! That feels so-” your words die into a whimper as the fire breaks forth and spreads like a wave over your body. You spasm and clench around his length as he continues to rut into you.

“I’m so close, darlin’.” He manages to last a handful of thrusts longer before he releases into you. He quieter this time but it seems his release is endless.

Bucky stills above you; barely supporting his weight as to not crush your form beneath him. He pecks your lips so softly before gently lifting off you.

“I’ll be right back, doll.”

You watch his firm backside retreat into the bathroom. Releasing a deep sigh you reach for your phone in hopes to update Natasha and Steve so they don’t worry about you. Bucky returns from the bathroom with a soaring belly flop onto the bed before he scoots up closer; burying his head in your neck. Distantly, you hear the stream of the shower he started in the bathroom.

“Watcha doin’?” He slurs lazily against your skin.

“Just updating Nat so she doesn’t come hunt you down.” you say chuckling.

“You’d defend my honor.” He wraps his arm around your waist pulling you impossibly closer to him.

Opening the message on your phone a flush starts to creep to your cheeks. You see a string of concerned messages from Steve, Sam, and Wanda wondering if you need consoling. Tony sent a rather inappropriate message asking if Barnes had “sacked up”.

At the top of your list you see Nat’s messages turn from positively frantic to utterly annoyed. The last one reading, “I’m home now. I can hear you sickos through the wall. He better be treating you good for me to endure this torture.”

You return back to the message threads debating who to respond to first; or if you want to respond at all.

You contemplation is interrupted, “Why am I in your phone as ‘Grumpy Barnes’?! How rude!”

Bucky apparently has woken up from his mini post-coital nap. You’re about to defend the name (blame Sam) when he launches a sneak tickle attack. Eventually you manage to wiggle free from his clutches and sprint to the awaiting warmth of the shower. Bucky walks in and soon has you wrapped back in his embrace.

The gentle caresses of his fingers up and down the wet skin of your body paired with the steamy mist from the warm shower have your eyelids feeling heavy. You lean your body back against Bucky letting him support you while he washes you in his body wash. You find so much comfort being surrounded by his scent.

“What do you wanna do now, doll?” You hum sleepily; the length of the day catching up with you. “How about we curl up, watch something on Netflix and crash? You nod slowly into his chest.

After drying off and ignoring searching for pajamas, you’re nestled amongst the pillows and comforter. Bucky pulls you close under his arm while turning on an episode of Twilight Zone at a low background volume. Your eyes flutter shut enjoying the warmth of his body pressed next to yours. It’s quiet but you hear him mumble something inaudible before sleep takes you both.

“Doll, I know I’ll never been the same Bucky I was before Hydra got ahold of me, but if the new version of me feels how I do now, I don’t think I mind.”

[pixelpolaroid]

I need you to know you're amazing.

@amyann-durham @sunstar121 @cryptvokeeper @alex-demonboi @aether-mae @maybekatie @willowmcplier @huffle-dork @shadowrealm82 @retro-remix @hooliganstsar @amyxmiaplay @autumnrambles @niluith-moonlady

It seems that the more we go through life, the less we think about the world going on behind closed walls. While as a society we're beginning to open up, but days go by where people still fall back into dark places. Sometimes we wake up and find that we regret not saying something when we could have, or doing more. Whether for ourseves or someone else, it doesn't really matter. Regret is something that we all want to avoid but never know is coming until it's finally here.

Starting this blog has been one of the best decision I've made in my life. My creativity has thrived and so has my confidence, but the thing that I least regret about all of this, is the people I've had the pleasure of meeting through this. The PixelPolaroid blog isn't just one person. I'd like to think it's a little community that's formed through creativity and inspiration. A cycle that goes from one person to another, and eventually leads back to the originator.

As I said before, this isn't just me. whether you know it or not but every single one of you that has ever liked or rebloged a post, or messaged me, anyone who's interacted with this blog has helped it to grow. My writing is important to me, I'm sure that's obvious. The stories probably would have never been told if there was no one here. I probably would've lost the motivation and confidence to keep writing without you.

While I want to say thank you, I want even more for each of you to know how amazing you are. Some of you have draw fan art of my work, some of you send messages whenever a new post comes out. Some of you interact with the characters, and some of you stay distant but are still there, and I see you. The fact that you take the time to sit down and do anything here puts a smile on my face. Everything I see you do is amazing and you need to know that. I never thought that one day I'd have the pleasure of writing my silly stories for people, and that in turn people would be giving back for it.

I shouted out into a big pile of madness that was tumblr. There was a lot of noise going on and somehow, you all heard me. I wanted to make individual paragraphs shouting out some people, but I was afraid that I'd leave someone out, so this is just a big, general post for all of you. I'll try to tag as many people as I can think of and if I forget someone, my sincerest apologies.

Basically what I'm trying to do is make a big post telling people how great they are for motivting this goofy little writer. This has become my safe place, my home away from the real world. Somewhere I can jump onto and find people to talk to if ever need it, and sometimes I need it badly.

Okay, that's enough being emotional for one day. I thought I'd end this letting you all know that I'm still here and I'll probably be back to posting regular work on Monday, but don't hold me too much to it. In the mean time, if you wanna know what's been going on, if you're curious about what's to come, or if you just wanna talk to someone (to me or ego related ;)) my ask box is always opened.

You guys are awesome, please keep being you.

- Pixel <3

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Sunshine in the Moonlight. Chapter 21, Epilogue: The Big Day

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Pairing: Prompto x Alexandria (OC)

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Tagging list: @toranyx, @prince-of-wind, @ghadah1421

A/N: This is the last chapter, and I just wanna thank everyone who read, liked, reblogged and commented on the story. I really had so much fun writing it and developing the characters and just somehow interacting with that universe was amazing, so thank you for sharing this experience with me making it even more special :P Please enjoy reading the last of the story and let me know what you think about it! :3

“Alex? Xanders!” The familiarity of that voice was comforting. “Alex, p-please say something. Anything”

It was disturbing to sense so much pain and sadness in that otherwise upbeat voice. Why was he so heartbroken?

“What happened?” I uttered weakly, feeling like even separating my eyelids was tiring.

I opened my eyes, however, and was received with a comforting pair of blue eyes very close to me. But there were tears in them, they were drowned in fright and concern. Until my eyes locked with him and relief washed through them in the blink of an eye.

“Alex!! Oh, Gods!” A strangled noise came from Prom’s throat as he urgently held me against his chest, so tight that I could barely breathe. “I thought I lost you!”

Ignis’ familiar sigh sounded next to him. His trembling hand fell upon my shoulder.

“I would venture to say that you’re to give up your vitality in order to maintain the light” He said, even if his voice was low and slightly broken.

“Kid, you almost gave me a freaking heart attack” Gladio heavily sighed as well, taking a hand to his chest. “The scares you give me!”

I weakly smiled as Prompto helped me sit up against his torso. His arms wrapped around me stronger than ever, in the neediest embrace we exchanged so far. When he buried his face in my neck, I could have sworn he was sobbing. He was definitely shaking.

I looked up to the other figure worriedly looking down to me. Noctis. Alive.

“Is that the pri… king?” I extended a hand that he gently took. “That’s it, I did it”

“Yeah, you did it alright” He replied, almost reprimanding me. “Something stupid, that’s what you did!”

“I hate you so much for scaring me like this, Xanders…” Prompto whispered against my skin, forcing me to chuckle awkwardly as he hadn’t heard a word anyone else said.

“But I’m alive…” Honestly, I expected to reunite with Regis and Lady Lunafreya.

“It is still a sacrifice, Alexandria” Ignis stated, taking me by my free hand.

Specs tried to pull me up, but Prompto held tighter on to me, claiming me. He sniffled through his nose and pressed his face closer against me.

“Okay…” He gave in after a brief moment. “You can hug her, but then I get to hug her again”

Still resting my back against his chest while he uncovered his face from the crook of my neck, I lovingly caressed his cheek with the back of my hand.

I didn’t know for how long I was unconscious for, but I definitely scared them very badly.

Between Noctis and Ignis, I was pulled to my feet only when Prompto’s arms allowed them to. Once my legs had to hold up all my weight, I wobbled due to a sudden and strong dizzy spell.

Their hands on mine, as well as Gladio’s on my back, steadied me before Prompto could recover quickly enough to realize what was happening.

“I thought Prompto here was the only one that did stupid things” The big guy said with a grin.

“That is debatable” Ignis humored him, squeezing my hand before letting go of it.

“She got it from me” Prompto said in an emotional high-pitched voice, just recovered from his sobbing.

The three of them hugged me at once, making me feel welcome. Making me feel lucky that my sacrifice had paid off. That thanks to Regis I was spared with my life, even though paying a great price in spite of it all. I was exhausted beyond belief, a state that I assumed would accompany me for the rest of my life.

Too impatient to wait until I was relieved from their embrace, Prompto joined as the five of us met for a group hug.

Ardyn was gone. We were all alive and well. The light was restored to the world.

For once, we were allowed to be happy.

  The coronation ceremony made me jittery. It was a big occasion yet there was absolutely no reason for me to be restless or nervous. I wasn’t the one who would have everyone’s attention on them. Although it was my first day as an official Crownsguard, perhaps that explained it. Or should I say Crownsguard slash Kingsglaive? Because I was wearing the uniform of the latter.

I took a deep breath as I looked at my reflection in the mirror and adjusted my outfit. I wondered where Iggy had gone with the crown. Where was Prompto? And Gladio as well? I felt so vulnerable there alone!

A hand heavily patted my back, answering one of those questions. I saw Gladio’s reflection in the mirror as he positioned himself behind me and placed a hand over my shoulder.

“Nervous, princess?”

“Terrified, actually” I sighed, nibbling on my lip as I examined myself in search for anything in my appearance that I should fix. “Bet you’re restless too!”

“Not even one bit” He seemed cool as a cucumber. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”

His playful and jokingly smug attitude got me to smile, breathing out and calming my nerves slightly.

“Here’s the prettiest girl in Eos!” Another person rushed into the room, winking an eye at me and hugging me from behind. “How ya doing, sweetie pie?”

I was endeared by one of the most recent nicknames Prom started calling me. He always came up with them, and each one was cuter.

Knowing cheesiness ensued with the pair of us, Gladio held his hands up in refusal and quickly got away from us. We sometimes took advantage of his reaction to our cutesy couple things to get a good laugh out of it.

“Trying not to panic”

“Don’t even worry” Prompto lively stood next to me, there where Gladio was a moment ago, and smiled at me from the reflection. “You’ll do great, baby”

His arms sneaked around my waist and pulled me against his side, a habit that he developed since I used to get too weak and tired to stand on my own sometimes. One of the disadvantages of putting the ring of the Lucii on that one time. Now that I was to use all my vitality to serve the kingdom just like Noct, I understood him more. I too wished to nap non stop as I felt extremely weak and tired. Yet even when it got to the point that I would unexpectedly faint, it was worth it in the end as it made the big day possible.

The moment I put the ring on felt like a lifetime ago, even if it happened around one month in the past.

Prompto caught me with my guard down when he kindly tickled my sides, causing me to sink to his side. Tickling me was his go-to technique to get me to smile when I was distraught, and it was quite an endearing gesture.

He chuckled as I turned around to be face to face with him.

“I can suddenly get one of my faltering moments and fall over, or even swoon!” I openly voiced my worries, trusting him entirely to do so.

“People know about them, so it’s fine” Prompto kissed me in the cheek to encourage me. “And besides, we’ll get you if that happens”

“Really?”

“Yeah, just walk calm and slow. You’ll be okay, cutiepie!”

 “I guess…” I tilted my head to the side, still not too convinced. “It’s just that they gave me such an important task… carry the crown, no less!”

“Yes, you’ve been given that honor because you made the coronation possible in the first place!” I blushed slightly at the praising. Surely, one of them would have done so for Noctis if I hadn’t.

“But what if do I fall, Prom?” I locked eyes with him, hoping their softness would provide me with serenity and comfort. Which they did, as usual.

“I won’t let you fall” His arms held me tightly as his lips gently met with mine.

“I believe you already have Prompto to help you…” Ignis’ voice interrupted our kiss. We urgently pulled away out of respect as soon as he announced his presence.

“H-Hey, Igster!” Prom cleared his throat, as he sometimes behaved around him awkwardly, as though Ignis was actually my older brother. He definitely could be overprotective as one. “Just… y’know… chatting with Xanders over here”

“Not quite what I heard from here” The man walked towards us, confident yet playful.

“I was just leaving anyway” Prompto was flustered by his presence and the fact that he caught us kissing. Wasn’t he adorable?

Indeed, my boyfriend hurriedly left the room to give us some time alone. Ignis surely had words of his own to dedicate me.

“He will never replace you, Iggy” I quickly told my best friend. “No one can”

“I certainly hope so, darling” He flashed me a sober and tiny smile.

Without saying anything else, he offered me something in his hands. A small red cushion with black ornaments, containing the official coronation crown. It wasn’t the usual Lucis crown, as this one resembled the more traditional circular and golden one. Noct would wear his actual kingly crown on a daily basis, the one like his father’s that only occupied one side of his head. The one displayed in the red cushion was solely for the coronation.

“It is time” Ignis encouraged me upon noticing I wasn’t taking it.

“Of course” Gingerly, I picked it up and carried it carefully.

I was to deliver the crown to the king in order to initiate the coronation ceremony. I had rehearsed my movements countless times. Upon delivering the crown, I would walk over to the side of the throne where my other three friends would be waiting for me. To represent the king’s personal bodyguards.

“I am so proud of you, Alexandria” Unexpectedly, Ignis left a fraternal kiss on my head that nearly made me drop the cushion and crown. “I always knew you would achieve great things, being the extraordinary young woman you are”

“I-Iggy…” I whined, in a way that reminded myself of Prompto. “Noct is the one to be complimented today, not me”

He let out a soft yet genuine chuckle that passed on to me as well.

“I suppose so, Alex”

“Psst!” A disheveled mop of blond hair stuck out at the door. “Guys, we’re up!”

Ignis solemnly nodded and walked over to the door, which Prompto held open for him. Then he fidgety came in and gave me the brightest smile to cheer me up.

“Nervous, sunshine?” I asked him, feeling like the crown weighted a lot in my hands even though it actually was quite light.

“A little” He coolly shrugged one shoulder. “But I’m more excited than anything”

“Me too” Too see Noct finally wearing his crown, owning what was rightfully his after such an arduous and long struggle… it was… exhilarating.

“For luck!” Prom lovingly smacked his lips in mine before running off the room, making me grin out of fondness and adoration.

Taking a deep breath, I pictured in my head the scene we had rehearsed. Gladio, the Shield, was to lead the way. After that followed Ignis, the royal advisor. Prompto was right behind, and I would followed after him. I nodded to myself, knowing I wouldn’t ruin such a special moment if my friends were there standing by me. Having my back.

The door was open, so I went through the threshold and immersed myself in the throne room where thousands of people stood expectantly. I could see Iris, and Talcott. Even Cid and Cindy!

I remembered Prom’s advice and walked slowly behind him, noticing how he subtly looked over his right shoulder to check on me. I had to conceal a smile because of that.

The throne at the other end of the room seemed to be so far away, especially to my weakened body, but we eventually got to the staircase that led to it. Like we had rehearsed, while my friends walked up the steps to stand next to the throne, I walked closer to Cor. The Marshall took the crown from me with a head nod and turned around to Noctis, who gracefully stood before everyone at the end of the stairs.

On cue, I walked the steps to meet with my friends and faced the crowd, holding my head up with dignity. And trying not to make too obvious how emotional I got when I saw Noct.

I occupied my established spot between Ignis and Prompto. The latter wrapped an arm around me again, taking advantage that we stood so close to each other that no one would notice. That day it wasn’t too bad, but I did feel quite faint and so I appreciated his thoughtful gesture. Ignis’ hand also found its way to the middle of my back and reassuringly rested there as well. And I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of a wink coming from Gladio. I felt safe as long as my friends stood by me. Protective as always.

Footsteps resonated against the entire throne room as Cor approached the king. He had been given the task to put the crown on the new king by Noct himself. After all, Cor ‘The Immortal’ had been a loyal servant to Regis before Noctis as well. And I could see the pride and joy in his eyes as he prepared to crown Noctis.

“I hereby pronounce you Noctis Lucis Caelum, king of Lucis” Cor proclaimed out loud, with a clear and grave voice that gave me chills.

I observed Noctis, beaming with pride.

Anyone can be a prince, it is nothing but an heir. A king on the other hand must earn his title, show his strength and morals. And Noct had done many great things to be called king.

“Long live the King!” Ignis initiated the chant, which people soon joined.

I could hear Gladio’s potent voice louder than anyone’s as he chanted those four words as well. His eyes were shining with fulfillment when I looked at him.

Prompto’s voice broke next to me as he fought with himself to get over the emotional cracks coming from his throat.

I just was overwhelmed with emotion as I chanted along with everyone, but stopped when his eyes fell on us. Noctis dedicated me that sweet but mischievous smirk I knew so well.

“Long live the king…” I whispered with happy tears in my eyes. “You will be a great one, King Noctis”

THE END

[pkmnsdarkqueen]

HOW I RUN MY BLOG

SPEED:  Lately it’s been super unpredictable due to the laptop shutting down. Generally I respond quickly to things, sometimes it’s slow cause I am burned out. Messages I can be slower to responding to due to wanting to handle a reply, or reblog something. Although I will admit the days I’m on here for a long while I spam the dash with backed up replies and drafts. I try to go in order of who last asked or replied ot something though unless a crack thread is happening. 

REPLIES: 

Again spotty lately cause of laptop, but I get em done. Tbh generally I answer as soon as possible simply because for most rps I’ve thought ahead, sometimes even thought of five different ways it could go, and just want to see what the other person has come up with. Cause depending on how they answer decides which path the story is going.  Although lately with longer replies it can take me a week because I really want to make sure the response is a good one. To crack posts though I am on the ball most of the time since they’re fun and short lived.Also yes if I’m more invested in the story usually means I’ll answer faster. (idk why this area of text is small, sorry)

STARTERS: 

(idk why this text is big, weird computer is weird) I love and hate them. When I have a starter call it’s usually in hopes someone I haven’t rped with jumps on it. Also do I plan it, yes I do. I normally post it when I know that mun is on. If just wanting general threads I post it around my prime dash traffic time. The one thing that I hate about these though is that sometimes someone will like/reblog it as asked and tbh I have no clue what to write a starter on. I want to message them my ideas to see what they like, but I get too nervous to do that since I feel it will bug them. It’s especially hard when I can think of an au of mine that would be great, but I know that’s not what they’re expecting to get. So I love these and hate these. 

INBOX: 

I love anything inbox I get generally. Whether it’s prompted by an ask, someone commenting on another rp, teasing or messing with Karen, a way to start another rp, response to a crack thread, M!A, questions, commentary, or memes. I love getting them because it’s like a way of saying,”I want to help build this with you.” Which is super nice! I usually respond to these quickly unless working on a draft, and I currently only have one I’m stumped on answering. (sorry to that person still waiting) Seriously though I love getting inbox stuff. 

SELECTIVITY:

About everyone says this but it’s true: If I follow you I want to interact. Simple as that! I’m really not all that selective and will just about anyone a shot. (I say just about anyone because some people have come at me asking in a rude way, so that’s a hard no.) Granted I have met some people I just don’t click with. Nothing against them as a person, or anything the way we write just doesn’t click so we both just move on. It’s completely fine, and part of life. Granted I also do prefer to rp with pokemon accounts just because it’s easier to plot, but I’m not strict on it. 

WISHLIST: 

I have a list of actual listed plots I’d like to do under #wishlist, but I’ll give broader stuff here. More intense plots, fluff is fun but like I have so many angst gritty ideas just floating around and I wanna use them so badly. There’s so much potential with some of the things set up with other accounts too, so I’m just eager to go for it. Also I have Twist!Au if anyone wants to deal with Karen as a bad guy which I am down with. Tbh anything with the Aus I have would be awesome. 

As for fluff stuff though Karen and romance is a fun area. I mean she’s so uncomfortable with it, so heck yeah I wanna explore that. Though I like realistic ones too where actions you do can affect this, consequences apply, and it’s a process the people go through together. This stuff is great to me.

A minor thing, but speaking of floating plot ideas when I first started to rp i was hooked on like cryptid plots, you know where one or more characters are vampires or something of that nature. Yeah well that lead me thinking up a million unique story threads for all the various cryptids, and needless to say if anyone wants to rp that please hmu cause these are just sitting there.  

HONEST NOTE: So I go by Louise, or Karen mun, either works. I really am not all that intimidating despite my rules being so extra long. That’s only because I want to eliminate as much confusion as possible, and I would shorten them but I still get people not following simple ones like,”please don’t flirt with the mun,” so I keep them all there that way no one can say it isn’t stated. (I have written business contracts so this is likely why I am so extra, I’m sorry.) Also surprisingly in real life I’m more animated which I know is usually the reverse for people. Also while Karen is fairly manga based I literally only know her section and a few others from the manga. I kinda made it so she can interact with anime or game verse characters easily, and don’t mind chatting if you wanna clarify anything. 

TAGGED (stole from) BY: @hikaup

TAGGING: anyone who wants to, or has started to play pokemon quest

[analyticallymindedarchive]

SHIPPING INFO     //     answer  the  following  for  your  muse(s)  so  people  know  how  shipping  works  on  your  blog.   REPOST.   don’t reblog.

1.   WHAT’S  YOUR  OTP  FOR  YOUR  MUSE? : right now i don’t.... really have one........... for a while it was fitzsimmons, but rn my relationship with fitzsimmons is complicated so idk. there’s nothing really screaming at me as otp for jemma atm.

2.   WHAT  ARE  YOU  WILLING  TO  RP  WHEN  IT  COMES  TO  SHIPPING? : mmm i’m willing to try most things? i don’t really do smut, i’m okay with talking about ns.fw headcanons, but i don’t really....... i don’t write smut. like lead up to, and then fade to black, i’m good with that, but smut’s really about the only thing i can think of that i won’t rp. (except for like potentially with people i’m incredibly close with but there are very few people i’d be comfortable doing that with.) but fluff? drama? angst? bring it all on, i love it. things that lead to character and relationship development are my fave kinds of things. 

3.   HOW  LARGE  DOES  THE  AGE  GAP  HAVE  TO  BE  TO  MAKE  IT  UNCOMFORTABLE?: so like. jemma definitely has a thing for older guys. so like people being older than her, i’m much more flexible with that. but younger is a different story bc she’s still fairly young herself, and it would depend on her verses and such (like in the academy/first years at sci-ops vs. mainverse where she’s almost 30), but the youngest would probably be like 21 and that’s still kinda pushing it a bit? it’s one of those things where it just. really depends a lot, and probably would be a thing that’s good to be discussed. but general rule of thumb, definitely no younger than 21, preferably a bit older than that, but 21′s the definite cut off. this is all kinda dependent on verse (see: teen verses, immortal/mortal things, etc.) but in general.... yeah. i probably explained that really badly.

4.   ARE  YOU  SELECTIVE  WHEN  SHIPPING? : yes and no? i, personally, am ship trash in general, and could probably ship anything if the chemistry was right. jemma, however, can be selective about it. i’m more selective when it comes to rping certain ships, or with certain muses or fcs, usually bc of past experiences or what have you. but i’m very very against forced ships because that was a big thing in the past that would happen a lot, and i’m not about that. but tbh if you like mention it to me and we talk about it i’ll probably ship it because, as mentioned, i’m ship trash. i just prefer to talk about it first, even if it’s just a really vague ‘hey let’s try this thing’ before jumping straight into it, so we both know what we’re getting into and there’s nothing forced on either end? 

5.   HOW  FAR  DO  STEAMY  MOMENTS  HAVE  TO  GO  BEFORE  THEY’RE  CONSIDERED  NS.FW? : i tend to think of it in terms of ‘if this was a movie, would i want my grandmother to come in and see me watching this’. heavy making out and some touching is probably where i would start to consider it ns.fw??

6.   WHO  ARE  OTHER  MUSES  YOU  SHIP  YOUR  MUSE  WITH? : i ship jemma with a lot of different characters just in general like outside of rp, or potentially could. bc, like i said, ship trash. ships on this blog tho... most are crossovers. i live for crossovers. with like other parts of the mcu or outside of marvel in general, just all of them. on this blog tho, a few of the ships i have are with steve rogers, warren peace, clint barton, riley poole. leo fitz, shane fitz. more that i know i’m forgetting but i’m tired so forgive me. but yeah. i’m ship trash. love me tho.

7.   DOES  ONE  HAVE  TO  ASK  TO  SHIP  WITH  YOU? : yes and no. if you wanna go straight into a ship, then yeah, even if it’s something like ‘hey wanna try this thing’, and then we can talk about it and all that good stuff. if it’s like one of those times where we’ve already been doing things and it starts to happen like ‘wow ok there’s starting to be feelings and i didn’t expect it but i like it’, then you should totally tell me bc yes i’m so down for that kinda thing and then we can roll with that and see where it goes. and like ofc there’s the times where it just happens and i love those too. but generally just... yes?? just to make sure there’s no forcing anything on anyone and there’s no misunderstandings or anything like that. plus then we get to talk about it more and i’m so here for that.

8.   HOW  OFTEN  DO  YOU  LIKE  TO  SHIP? : i really like to ship, i think it’s a great way to bring out different aspects of characters that might not otherwise be seen. i’m down to ship whenever tbh.

9.   ARE  YOU  SHIP  OBSESSED  OR  SHIP  MORE - OR - LESS? : in between? like shipping isn’t all i care about, but when i’m shipping with someone, i’ll put a lot of care and thought into it.

10.   ARE  YOU  MULTISHIP? : oh yeah friend

11.   WHAT  IS  ( ARE )  YOUR  FAVORITE  SHIP  (S)  IN  YOUR  CURRENT  FANDOM? : fitzsimmons was my otp for ages, but lately it’s ?? faded a lot. ( although props to the last two episodes of aos for restoring it a little bit )  i also love will/jemma and daisy/lincoln and mack/elena.

12.   FINALLY,  HOW  DOES  ONE  SHIP  WITH  YOU? : communication and chemistry. those can come in either order, as long as both happen on both sides. if we talk first and test for chemistry, great. if we’re interacting first and that chemistry and then we talk about it, also great. as long as talking happens. but tbh this whole thing makes it sound like it’s a lot more complicated to ship with me than it is. i assure you i am ship trash, and if you bring it up with me, it can probably be a thing. communication is just a massive thing for me to ensure that we’re on the same page about things.

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