#no way i can tag them now!!!!!11!!!!!111!!!

[premamelody]

them!!!

the moment for when everyone in your family is taller than you (skill issue should've been built taller)

lore doc

[evelhak]

[requests closed]

Okay, my KnB mutuals, friends and strangers alike, the day has come.

I'll tag some people off the top of my head, because then I don't get to secretly wish no one saw this, so I would be off the hook. @lylakoi @vespersposts @active-mind-15 @ni-kol-koru @misfitmiska @myndless88 @kurokonobrainrot @japeneselunchtimerush @shutokushintaro @kucho04 @deargravity @raspberrylix

Whether you're tagged or not is actually inconsequential for the rest of the post.

I never thought of doing events for hitting any follower count, EXCEPT I told myself a long time ago that

once I have 1111 followers (only because I will realistically never have 11 111) I will do something stupid in the spirit of this string of numbers.

In other words

✨I welcome you all to torture me✨

(if you want.)

Now is your chance to ask someone to do anything you want.

To write any fic, draw any fan art, or create any other type of fan content you want (edits and AMVs count too, in fact, if you tell me to bake a cake or knit a scarf with your idea, I will do it) and you may be as mean about it as you wish. Complete disregard for my feelings is encouraged.

I'm not saying you have to be intentionally sadistic about it, that's not the point, the point is that you get to do what you please, whether it makes me suffer or not.

Do you have an idea you wanted to make but didn't dare because you feared fandom hate? I'll take the hit.

Want me to write about a ship I love cheating on each other? I'll do it.

Want me to draw a ship I hate, doing something shippy? Name the ship.

Is there an AU you want to see? There's a good chance I will squirm through it, but squirm I shall.

Have a particularly gross headcanon you've wanted to see but didn't dare to make it?

You get the idea.

(Of course, how much you know about my likes and dislikes depends on how long you've known me, but since the point isn't really to ask me to do what I hate, it's for you to get the total freedom of not caring about the preferences of the person you're requesting something from, don't get hung up on that.)

For this one time, and one time only, I am your daredevil, I am your genie in the bottle.

Your rules are simple:

if you want, ask me to create anything you wish, give me your most selfish or egotistical KnB desire

you can be as vague or as detailed as you want

don't go easy on me, don't tone it down because you want to spare me

if you're wondering if you can request something the answer is yes

however if your most selfish desire is a sketch of some characters on a picnic then that is exactly right, you don't need to shock anyone on purpose, you can ask for anything that is true to you

My rules are:

I am not allowed to complete a request I hate in the easiest way I can imagine, my goal is to transform that hate into love

I must approach everyone's ships and headcanons and visions as seriously and with as much love as I would my own

the only occasion I will not do something is if it significantly impacts my mental health for the worse

My brain is ridiculously one track, and super attached to my own headcanons, my one vision for everything, so believe me when I say this could easily get hard for me. That's the point. Obviously I'm doing this for shits and giggles, but the underlying drive is also to give myself some tough love and Spartan treatment, for character building. Let's smash my One True Headcanon brain (for a moment, before I go right back to my preferences, hopefully taking something valuable and more permanent with me from the experience).

I will keep this open for three days. If I get too many requests, I will draw five out of a hat, or something. : D I'll finish them during 2024.

Like I said, I didn't tag anyone on purpose or leave anyone out on purpose so no matter how you pass by this post you're free to do as you please with it or ignore it, obviously. Anons are also fine, by the way.

(If you feel like inviting more chances for me to potentially cry, reblogging is fine too.)

[maranull]

Thank you @bimbomcgee for the tag! <333

~

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

39. Like 10 of them could had been blended into one though.

2. What's your total A03 words count?

131,586.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I'm actively writing only for Elden Ring right now. But I've written for like 8 other fandoms.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Laughing - 213 Silver and Gold - 213 Rebirth - 158 Hellish Rebuke - 152 Father and Daughter - 111

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

99% of the time. The very rare times I didn't I just blacked out on what to say. I always try to now, even if it's a lil heart.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The Journey Back. The original ending was actually worse cause I had planned to incorporate the Rot much more. Finlay was supposed to take off her needle and give it to Malenia, and immediately be consumed by the Rot in front of her. But it was a hard fic to write as it was, having the Rot be active would had been a bit too much to handle, writing wise, for me.

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

Gods, that's hard. Um... Hellish Rebuke? Ballerina Metalhead? After the (E)nd? One of those.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

None so far! I think I'm lucky in that my fics tent to not be that popular, therefore the ugly side of fandom doesn't really find them.

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

Nope. Tried it once when I was new to fandom. I never was able to actually write the smut part of the fic. I was drawing blanks and I just don't like smut in general. Though I do see it kinda as a writing challenge so... never say never, I guess?

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

No, but I have been thinking about a crossover among the souls games, for a coffee shop au.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. I'm up for it if anyone's willing though.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Nope.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Ouihaw (Ashe and Widowmaker from Overwatch). I know, shitty game, but these two were the first ship I sailed and the one that will forever be in my heart.

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

An "ancient" (2yo) WIP about a first date between Symmetra and Sombra (from Overwatch again). I no longer write or interact with this fandom (apart from Ouihaw), cause a) game's gone to shit and b) Blizzard is also shit. So I'm never finishing it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Fluff and small soft moments.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Developing romance, I think. I can do pretty well with established relationships, but actively developing it? I need practice. And following a plot. The rare times a fic started and ended with the plan I had from the start, it was a battle all the way.

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

I've done it before, but only with small sections of the dialogue. Like, having Amélie (Widowmaker) say "yes" in French, cursing or stuff like that. A whole line of dialogue in a language different than the main body of the fic feels like it would be too distracting. If I have to, I'll just write it in italics.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Nier: Automata.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Hellish Rebuke.

[multiversal-madness]

I posted 4,299 times in 2022

That's 1,858 more posts than 2021!

492 posts created (11%)

3,807 posts reblogged (89%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@tboltrashbro

@kittydemon9000

@skellebonez

@multiversal-madness

@jaxi-the-dragonborn

I tagged 836 of my posts in 2022

#ask - 220 posts

#professor layton - 189 posts

#professor layton au - 136 posts

#my art - 111 posts

#multi’s art - 109 posts

#pokemon legends arceus - 101 posts

#shiny legends au - 82 posts

#submas - 72 posts

#luke triton - 60 posts

#subway boss ingo - 59 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#his exit from targent isn’t exactly clean and ​he becomes a descole like figure (just without the harming/threatening people with big robots

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

(Spoilers for the end of Stray)

I am this close to making an au where b12 survives, moves himself into one of the companion robot bodies, adopts the mc (main cat) and the rest of their cat family and then has to deal with being the only remaining ‘human’, trying to figure out his role in this fledgling society while mourning the loss of his own.

510 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

#4

The sculk has corrupted many humans before, but what if it got its hands on a dragon? I present to you, the Sentry, the warden’s even more dangerous dragon counterpart.

Brighter version under the cut:

653 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

#3

Stray - Resurfacing Au

A lot of people liked this post and I’m getting more ideas from my second play through so let’s do this. Stray Spoilers Ahead.

When the city opened up, the zurks died and the sentinels deactivated, the Outsiders were finally able to reunite and make their way towards the surface

(Zbaltzar had to stay behind until they had a place to put his monitors and everything else, but he didn’t mind, it just gave him more time to meditate)

They reach the station. They’re off put with how emotionless the helpers are, but decide to help them out at a later date

They’re about to exit to the surface when Momo hears something coming from the main control room and goes to investigate

He finds the little outsider, curled around his drone friend who’s eyes aren’t lit up anymore

Momo comforts the little outsider, picking him and his inactive friend up then taking them to the others

Doc ends up taking B12, believing he may be able to recover him

While the little outsider goes out to find his family, Doc sets up his new lab on the surface and works on bringing back B12

He finds that yes, he can recover B12, but the small drone body is beyond repair so he ends up installing B12 into a companion body

When B12 wakes, the cat and his reunited family are there to greet him. Doc explains everything that happened while B12 is covered in cats

B12, while happy to still be alive and with his memory, struggles with his identity. Now that everyone is free and he no longer has the mission of opening the city to focus on, he’s forced to face the implications of being the last human on Earth and if he even counts as a human anymore

The outsiders welcome him into their group, even if they’re free now, they still have their camaraderie and still consider themselves the outsiders

B12 doesn’t tell them about him being human right away, he wants get a bit more comfortable in his new ‘skin’ before he does so

That’s all for now but I do have more planned for this au. Feel free to ask any questions!

893 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

#2

I don’t know why but I find the idea of the other outsiders thinking Momo has terrible fashion sense endlessly funny, like:

Doc, after returning to the slums: Momo! It’s so good to see you, I’m surprised you’re still wearing the coat

Momo: >:(

—

Zbaltazar: wait, Momo went through the sewers? Rainbow screen Momo? Terrible fashion sense Momo?

Momo, just arriving at Zbaltazar’s level: >:(

—

Clementine: I can’t believe you made it through the sewers! You must have gotten braver since I last saw you. It’s a shame the coat made it though

Momo, done with all of this: >:(

Nothing against Momo’s coat but it’s just a really funny idea to me that the outsiders, having not seen Momo in decades, immediately comment on his coat and Momo’s just:

899 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

This is their dynamic and you can’t convince me otherwise.

Also hc that Clementine can and does carry the other Outsiders around.

1,706 notes - Posted August 7, 2022

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[ginnyrules27]

I posted 618 times in 2022

That's 127 more posts than 2021!

378 posts created (61%)

240 posts reblogged (39%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@dizzydizney

@candy-pants

@descendantofthesparrow

@a-person-on-the-internet

@pink-flame

I tagged 423 of my posts in 2022

Only 32% of my posts had no tags

#disney's descendants - 179 posts

#disney descendants - 160 posts

#answering ask box - 150 posts

#ask box - 149 posts

#responding to ask box - 148 posts

#ffn - 111 posts

#fanfiction.net - 110 posts

#ginnyrules27 - 110 posts

#ben florian - 80 posts

#mal bertha - 66 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#you live with a guy as your friend or at least acquaintance all your life and you'd pick up on things that scream out at you as wrong

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I just... I have no words at how amazing this is! 

@descendantofthesparrow thank you so much for this amazing Ben! You did such an outstanding job on it! (tries not to go on a three hour rant about how we should have gotten more of Ben’s isle outfit in the movies)

But in all seriousness, check out @descendantofthesparrow​ for all sorts of amazing artwork while I flail over this and lament the lack of Ben things in fandom. 

48 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

#4

The face you make when your son shakes his hair dry at you after you did absolutely nothing during the time he was love spelled for the second time in six months. 

Ben, I wholeheartedly approve :D 

49 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

#3

Okay so disclaimer: I normally don’t go on Twitter, I stay away from the celeb gossip and pretty much the only reason I have it right now is for sports stuff and to stay up to date on the BTTMW2 convention in November. I also know that celebs are humans and they’re going to have differing opinions.

However there’s something about Dove Cameron liking a tweet condensing the Try Guys scandal as ‘imagine your husband cheated and then his friends give interviews about how traumatizing it’s been for them’ that gets my back up.

Ned wasn’t just their friend, he was their best friend going all the way back to their buzzfeed days. Ned was one of Keith’s groomsmen, Eugene babysat his kid even though he was not the most fond of babies…the four of them were brothers in a way.

As well, Eugene, Zach and Keith were friends with Ariel on top of the fact that Ned doing this fucked with the company that they built, that Ned convinced them to build, because he as co-owner of the company had an affair with a subordinate. And by the way they only had three weeks from when they learned the news to when the news officially dropped for the fans. That much stress that fast while grieving the end of a decade long friendship and worrying that your business is going to go under because of this hit to your brand is traumatic. And to make it seem like the men folk are making this about them while the dutiful wife should be the one doing interviews…

I dunno, maybe I’m wrong for this. Like I said, people have differing opinions on the topic and I know my perspective’s clouded since my mother’s first marriage ended because her husband cheated though not with an employee that I’m aware of. But considering Dove’s Breakfast music video had clear social commentary on the state of women’s rights in this country maybe that’s why I’m a little surprised to see her liking a tweet like this?

Then again, I doubt she runs her own socials at this point so there’s that too.

52 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

#2

Today on ‘paused at just the right time’...

Sorry not sorry--no way you can’t tell me that Huma’s not canon! No one looks at each other like that if some dormant feelings weren’t there. 

So yeah, Huma’s canon even if they never had a kiss. But that’s what fanfiction’s for. 

93 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Rewatching Julie and the Phantoms and I...I just don’t understand the decision to cancel this show. 

I mean first of all, can we talk about the lack of tired plot points on the show? The siblings get along and don’t act like bitter enemies, the teenager actually respects their parent, the group of guy friends are emotional with each other without doubting their masculinity...hell there’s not the tired old ‘husband hates his in-law’ ‘gag’ (looking at you Simpsons). 

But one I didn’t realize they turned on their head until a re-watch is the ‘school administrator is the enemy’ trope. When Julie’s trying to rejoin her music program, her teacher says her hands are tied (understandable because teachers gotta follow rules too). JatP could have easily made it so that the principal was some mustache twirling, nefarious, ‘ooh I hate kids’ trope we’ve seen a hundred times before. 

But they didn’t. 

When Julie’s teacher tells her again that her hands are tied about getting her into the music program after Julie preforms Bright, the principal responds with ‘but mine aren’t’ (which begs the question why didn’t Julie just ask the principal but show gotta show) and then goes on to say basically ‘don’t do this again but when you win your grammy I want to be thanked’ 

As a 90s kid who actually had some decent teachers, seeing them finally portrayed like humans (even on a ‘kids’ show) is refreshing. 

222 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

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[lovecherrymagician]

I posted 88 times in 2022

That's 3 more posts than 2021!

22 posts created (25%)

66 posts reblogged (75%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lovecherrymagician

@gfriendunited

@loonawork

@bu99erfly

@kimlipz

I tagged 81 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#loona - 13 posts

#personal - 11 posts

#chuu - 5 posts

#yves - 5 posts

#gowon - 4 posts

#my post - 4 posts

#umji - 4 posts

#twice - 4 posts

#vivi - 3 posts

#viviz - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 111 characters

#like i'd bet my left toe they didn't give her a heads up or even tell the other members before the announcement

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

the parasocial relationship i have with chuu is beating my ass right now 

5 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

#4

blockberry being like well we had to remove chuu for the betterment of the staff as if chuu isn’t an angel on earth 

6 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

#3

my brain can’t even process that from now on there’s gonna be no chuu in loona like that don’t even sound right

7 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

#2

EXACTLY NO CHUU NO LOONA 

20 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

poor chuu like why hurt her if you just wanted to cut your losses and part ways ngl i totally saw this coming when she was not only excluded from the tour but also superstar loona and the recent japanese comeback. she probably had to endure so much during this time and blockberry still decided to slander her my word i hope she can recover from this blatant attack on her character and not take it to heart i hope she finds peace now that she’s no longer in the company this is so evil i deeply hate blockberry for this but i still love the other members of loona and hope this doesn’t reflect badly on them 

34 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

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[just-delta-ing-the-runes]

I posted 1,286 times in 2022

That's 1,262 more posts than 2021!

120 posts created (9%)

1,166 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@deltarune-au-domain

@m-chromatic

@softichill

@melerbytes

@the-meme-monarch

I tagged 1,279 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 1,151 posts

#deltarune - 1,099 posts

#spamton - 497 posts

#kris - 123 posts

#addisons - 111 posts

#my stuff - 111 posts

#ralsei - 103 posts

#undertale - 98 posts

#text post - 87 posts

#susie - 83 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#for the sneo cosplay i hope to make someday i used 1-way mirror film for windows to cover the lenses from a cheap pair of costume goggles

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

@spamtonindangeroussituations

173 notes - Posted February 27, 2022

#4

Spamton visits the art museum

Easy:

See the full post

251 notes - Posted February 27, 2022

#3

I’ll put what I think he says under the cut for y’all who don’t want spoilers.

Edit: I have a new post about this now over here!

“Think it’s coming for me answer the phone”

“I can’t explain until your all alone.”

“It pulls the strings and makes them ring”

“Until your heart pixels break up.”

330 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

#2

*Can anyone hear me?

*...Help...

497 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

*Realization sets it*

Hatless Ralsei plush became available and Spamton plush announced today.

Today is 4/20.

The air freshener from the Fun Pack is Black Ice scented.

...

Well played, Mr. Fox.

989 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

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[delightfulcrasher]

Giving the people what they want.

It’s about time I wrote some smut.

Chapter one: My screaming Nightmare.

“uhghghhg” You said groggily. You woke up in a strange room in a strange place surrounded by strange items. You rubbed your e/c eyes and looekd around. everything was gothic.

“Wait a goshington momment!” You said confused (because you were really confused) “this isn’y my room. Whereever could I be?” 

SUDDENLYY the door swing open and who else could it have been butt the one man who is mentioned and tagged at the start of this fic its...

“Oh M GEE!” You screamed into the void. LOrd Dimitrescu was at the door and he opened the door and was at the door. and also his sons were there I guess. He wore a wide brimmed hat with a black rose on his white shirt, and his sons were dressed in the gothyest clothing you can think of. 

You gasped. Shocked. You always new this day would come. Your parents had been traingin you ever sence you were little so you could defeat this evil evil. You spent countless hours training in a far away land away from your friends and family 

BUT there was one thing they didn’t know.....

.....

You had a HUGE CRUSH on HIM ! 

Could your feeling for him be true???? Or were you destined to defeat him in dangerous yet erotic battlle?>?>?

(WHat did youy guys think? Cool isn’t it! Whaus gonan happlen in teh nhext chapter? sTYA tUnES!!!!11!1)

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Chapter 2: Maybe this is a dream.

“I C you r are fianlly awoken.” Lord Dimitrescu spoke. His voice was smooth as butter, deep as the ocean, and cold enough to make you’re entire body shiver. “Whatever shall we do with a les miserable creature like yourelf?”

The way he talkes, the way he moves, the way his voice sounds evil, terrible, villianous. he has murdered like a lot of people but he is really hot so you guess you can forgive him.

Belmont appeared behind his father, looking rather evil. “I know whaty we should do... We should play spin...... The..... BOTTTLE..!!”! His brothers cheered along with him. Lord dimidomes eyes peek out from under his big ass fucking hat. It grew twice the size. He laughed at the idea because it was funny. 

Cassandros shook his head at the idea “lawl no I don’t wanna kiss y/n they have cooties”

You didn’t want to smooch cassandos anyway bc he is stinky but the fact he said that anyway made you feel rejected :(

You crissed crossed your arms and pouted “Cassandras you r such a baka ”

Everyone clapped. Cassandros pouted and fell out the window and died.

Daniel took out the bottle (Which he had been holding the entire time) and spin it on the floor. You crossed your fingers and every other limb imaginable. Please please please please PLEASE please plese palsesasd apelase let you smooch a vampire man on this day. 

Afrter an entire century of waiting, the bottle stopped. It was pointing at you and Dimitrescu. He laughed evilly bc he is evil but also hot. You felt your cheeks blush. Was this really happening? Were you finally going to get that kiss you always wanted?  Were you really going to throw aside everything you ever knew to get a peice of Dimitrescu’s juicy ass? yes.

You both leaned in for a kiss.

(OOOOO It’s HAppENINGGG!!!111! OXOX) 

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Chapter three: The I never want to wake.

In that momment there was no one esle in the room. You had lost yourself in the big hunky arms of the lod. You may have been lost but now you were found. His lips were batted with the scent of cinnonon and apple cider, deliciously sweet with a sour kick. It punched you in the mouth like a horse.  You kissed so passionately that one of the buttons oN HI SHIRT POPPED OFF (Guys trust me it’s really hot ) Then the rest of them popped off and he was SHIRTLESS.

You drew away from each other, breathless in each others arms. He looked at you like no one had ever looked at you before. with love.

“Do you want to do it?”

“Okay”

And then you did.

(Hope you Guys enjoged!!! I would write more but I gottssa go to bc it’s alheady rlly late and It’s past my bedtime 💤💤😴😴💤 Come back NEXY WEEK FOr teh lemon scene 18+ MINORS DNI 😳😳😳👉👈💦😩😩😩😩 !!!) 

[simsbyjcw]

I posted 2,608 times in 2021

869 posts created (33%)

1739 posts reblogged (67%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 2.0 posts.

I added 1,230 tags in 2021

#sims 4 - 390 posts

#the sims 4 - 386 posts

#the sims resource - 378 posts

#youtube - 28 posts

#psychachu - 11 posts

#sims4 - 9 posts

#sims 4 custom loading screen - 9 posts

#simsdump - 8 posts

#non sims related - 6 posts

#sims 4 hair conversion - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 28 characters

#when is too much too much cc

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

I love these skin overlays!

These skin overlays by @urielbeaupre are gorgeous and I love using them on my sims. I am hoping to see more "Gods" skins in the future.

20 notes • Posted 2021-08-31 21:29:18 GMT

#4

Thank you - TSR Artists

Hi,

So I just wanted to take a moment to thank the TSR Artists that have allowed me to do these shopping lists. I did start them without permission and I am posting your pictures on my blog. I always give credit of course as any good poster should. However, none of you have expressed an issue with it and for that I truly thank you. I started it because well as you can pretty much gather I am a huge CC collector and I figured hey why not share my choices with everyone else. Now I never post all that I download that just would take way too much time. Also, not everyone has a Tumblr page which I have found creative ways around that though it's easier when you do have one. I love the hard work you put into making your creations and I just really love being able to use them in my game and on my sims. Thank you,

JCW - SimsByJCW - allsimsfreak : ) @remaron@micklayne@sugarowl@giuliettasims@glitterberrysims@angissi@dansimsfantasy@busra-tr@xpuresim@x-pipco-x@sclub-privee@antosims@simmiev2@dolilac-tr@camuflajesims@shakeproductions@sudal-sims@suzuesims@laupipi-blog@plumbobsnfries@msqsimscreations@veigasims@arltos@zenxsims@lexel-sims@s-e-l-e-n-g@valuka@joancampbellbeauty@remussirion@bobur-tsr@alf-si@belaloallure3@sonyasimscc@keycamz@darte77@dissiasims@katpurpura@mermaladesimtr@mercisims@wingssims@cool-content-star @pralinesims @beto-ae0 @magichandcc @urielbeaupre @linavees-simsblog Thank you all again!

25 notes • Posted 2021-08-14 15:53:50 GMT

#3

Adam Prewitt Downloadable Sim

Adam Prewitt Downloadable Sim

26 notes • Posted 2021-10-24 18:59:35 GMT

#2

T.S.R. Shopping List (Supplemental) 8/17/21

All featuring the creations of @glitterberrysims

41 notes • Posted 2021-08-17 10:47:07 GMT

#1

Thank you All Creators!

So I know I independently thanked most people for the wonderful Simblreen treats that were received. However, just in case I overlooked you or did not get the chance to thank you. I am going to do that now. THANK YOU! Thank you for taking the time to pass out the treats upsetting your busy lives, thank you for taking the time to create the amazing things in the first place! You truly deserve to be praised and just in case no one else said Thank You. Know I appreciate your work and I appreciate it on behalf of everyone else as well. I want you to know that I loved all the Sims, Poses, ReShades, CC, Builds and Mods that were given out or found as a result of your treats! This was my first time "Trick or Treating" for Simblreen and thanks to all of you it was a fun and memorable time. Huge Props to @simblreenofficial for keeping all the bits and pieces if you will say organized so that the creators could focus on what they needed to. Finally, I want to thank

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Long Story Short (I Survived) | Din Djarin

Okay, I apparently write for Din now. This is set after It’s A Long Way Down and will feature the same Grey!Jedi reader, I am done with finals and am intending to write a fic between this one and the first one for Chapter 13! 

i forgot that din took his helmet off in the first fic i wrote for him, so we’re going to call this - another separate instance in which reader could have seen helmet less din  - and change one saber to two 

if you’d like to be added to tags for when I write for din, please let me know! until then... 

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SPOILERS FOR THE BELIEVER 

Din is staring down at the Imperial console when he feels it creep up upon him. It’s a niggling fear, one that sinks deep down into the pit of his stomach and very nearly disappears - which gives him hope that it’ll just dissipate and die - until realization smacks him right back into reality. 

  “You’ll have to take your helmet off.” 

He’d felt this same emotion when IG-11 had coerced him into taking his helmet off when he’d been injured. It had felt the same, affected him the same, paralyzed him the same. 

Panic. It’s panic. 

The last time he’d done this had been out of necessity, out of fear, and that had been the only reason he’d survived. He’d broken The Creed to save his own life and of those who had been with him when the Moff attacked. Now, staring at this console, the life of his son is at stake if he doesn’t take this helmet off. 

Din whispers into the corners of his frightened mind. I’m scared. 

You had accompanied Mayfeld and Din as the third party (since Boba and Fennec had Cara) and had displayed skill in aiding him with the bands of pirates who had attacked their transport of Rhydonium. His mind was still spinning with the sheer speed in which you had spun those lightsabers. He didn’t think a person could move that fast. 

Around the corner and turned away from Din, you allow yourself to feel the whispers of The Force encircling your mind - the newly acquired bond you’d somehow formed with Din since having seen Ahsoka - and whispered in reply I know. A beat of silence passes before you continue. Remember who you’re doing this for. 

In the moment that Din’s fear threatens to overtake him, you send waves of comfort and assurance through your Bond in the Force - which shouldn’t exist to begin with, it’s not that easy to create bonds with a non-force sensitive -  to coax him into doing what needs to be done. Your eyes are turned. Your focus is on Mayfeld and the dozens of Imperial Officers who surround you. 

As he removes his helmet, Din remembers. He remembers your boundless laughter playing with The Child. He remembers the way his son beams at you, the way he falls asleep on specific words of lullabies because that’s always the precise moment your voice goes just soft enough that he feels as if he needs no more comfort. Din remembers the way you’d watched on in silence, quietly mourning a relationship that had yet to reach its peak, and how breathless you’d appeared - and overjoyed, he still hasn’t recovered from the sudden hug you gave him upon return to the Razor Crest - when he’d brought Grogu back inside after Ahsoka claimed he could not be trained. 

Remember who you’re doing this for.

Maker help anyone who dared to cross him when his child, his son - the one attachment he has not verbally acknowledged yet, but everyone else has, including you - is the one in danger. When you are the one in danger.

Maker help them.

You are not anticipating what comes next. 

This was supposed to be easy. Get in, get the coordinates for the cruiser, and get out. Mayfeld had mentioned to you after Din had entered the mess hall that he’d need to take his helmet off in order to access the terminal, and on instinct you had turned away from the mess to survey the crowd around you. 

Your lightsabers - now meshed together into the staff slung across your back - lay comfortably and within reach as dozens of Imperial troops brush past you and congratulate both you and Mayfeld on being the only transport to bring back the Rhydonium. 

  “Trooper? Hey, trooper!” 

Mayfeld’s hand shoots out before you can protest, and your head is whipping back just enough to ensure that Din hasn’t been found out. “No.” Mayfeld murmurs, shaking his head. “Not yet.” 

You’re not focused on him. You’re focused on the dark hair that frames the very visible head of the same man you’d resigned yourself to falling in love with. 

His helmet is off. 

Dread curls itself in your veins as you and the former Imperial turn to the mess hall. You’ve managed to respect Din’s wishes in refraining from both seeing his face - and using his name, you’re only allowed to do that in private - since you met, but circumstances have ruined the reverential act he would’ve saved for marriage. That was when he’d had removed his helmet to allow you to see him. 

The thing is though.. You’ve always seen him. You don’t need to see his face to know Din Djarin’s heart, and his heart lays with you and that baby. The one he’s fighting to get back. 

  “No, son. What’s your TK number?” 

Lucky for you, you’d been alive during The Clone Wars. You can worm yourself and him out of this situation fairly easily. 

  “This is our Commanding Officer TK-593, and First Officer TK-616, sir.” Mayfeld slaps your back as the two of you enter the mess hall and flank either side of Din. You cannot bring yourself to look at him head on. It would not be fair, not in the midst of the pure fear that’s coursing through his mind. 

I’m right here. You whisper into the heart of the fear that plagues him, fingers idly tracing the inside of his hand as you stare the Imperial Officer down. As expected, Din visibly relaxes at the gentle trace of your fingertips against his palm. We’re surviving. 

  “I am Imperial Combat Assault Transport TK-111, sir.” Mayfeld continues, folding his hands over each other as he stands at relaxed parade rest at Din’s side. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to speak up to him a little bit since his vessel lost pressure in Taanab.” 

This gives you the brilliant idea of conversing with Din in Tusken sign, something he’d been adamant to teach you after your excursion on Tatooine. 

  “She’s our interpreter. We call her Whip.’’

While Mayfeld guides the conversation with the officer, you and Din are easing into talking in Tusken about however many ways this can go wrong, but then he changes the topic to something you’re not quite ready to acknowledge. 

You can look at me, you know. He signs, hands frantic as he tries and fails to find your eyes. You value him - and his heart - far too much to be the first person he knows to have seen his face.

No. You shake your head. I can’t. 

And you don’t. You only look at his side profile for the remainder of that trip, refusing to allow yourself the satisfaction of being the one person he cared about that has seen his face. Seen him. 

Like I said. You don’t need to see Din Djarin’s face to see him. 

*** 

Din is almost positive he’s ready to accept how he feels about you. 

The minute Mayfeld shoots that officer in the chest, you spring into action and whip that staff off your back - disengaging the lock that holds the two lightsabers together - and the world explodes in a flurry of blue as you perform the sword and shield method he’s seen you do flawlessly at least five times now. 

You don’t look at him even after you’re back in Slave One. He and Cara have escorted Mayfeld back to the surface of the planet, and it’s just you and Fett in the cockpit. Despite the clone and bounty hunter being so much older then you, there’s something oddly comforting knowing you’re sitting next to has suffered as much as you have. If not more. 

Long story short, we both survived. 

  “You know, I’ve been with you a grand total of a day and I can already see it in your eyes, Whip.” The nickname Mayfeld had come up with in the facility has already made its rounds on the ship, and Boba feels it’s more then appropriate for the first Jedi he’s met since the kids who put him in the Sarlacc to begin with. Being inside of that thing had mellowed him out. He had accepted his life for what it was now. Oddly enough.. Boba Fett is at peace. “You’re lovesick for the Mandalorian.” 

  “Boba-” 

The older man, one who mirrored what you’d always envisioned the clones - may Maker rest their souls - to look like as they aged, removed his helmet to look at you. “Take it from someone who knows. He gets you. You get him.” Boba turned his gaze back towards the ramp of Slave One where Din was talking in low voices with Cara. “Wish I’d had a jeti like you who saw me despite the armor.” 

He stopped speaking after that.  

Taking a deep breath, you descend from the cockpit just as Slave One takes off again, the coordinates for Moff Gideon’s cruiser inputted into the navi-computer. Fennec and Cara move by you to join Boba in the cockpit which leaves you and Din alone in the cargo bay. 

It’s deadly silent. 

Ner jeti. He whispers. You can hear his thoughts as clear as you hear your own. Why will you not look at me? 

Your eyes slam shut as his fingers curl around your hips. You cannot do this to him, no matter how much you want to - no matter how much you desire to finally kiss those lips you’ve dreamt idly about so many times - because here’s the truth of it: You have suffered, parts of you have died, everything you have ever known has died, you have lost everything and didn’t even try to save those on the other end of those attachments you’d formed... but something, something good, put you right here. Right here in this moment with Din Djarin mere moments before plunging into the subject of your night terrors after months of being tormented by nightmares of your fellow Jedi being tortured by the Empire for simply existing. 

And quite frankly, there’s no one else you’d rather take that plunge with. 

That fact terrifies you. 

  “I can’t look at you, Din.” You whisper. “I can’t look at you because then that would be breaking your Creed for me... and I can’t let you do that when the baby hasn’t even seen your face yet-” 

  “Oh, believe me.” A clunk echoes in the cargo-bay as the beskar falls from his hands. Your heart stops and your breath catches in your throat as you tremble beneath his grasps, eyes still closed as he steps into the curve of your body - chest to your back - and lowers his entire head to your shoulder. “I intend for him to.” 

Din lays a kiss at the nape of your neck. Maker... he’s real. Your head starts spinning as his kiss ascends right to the shell of your ear, in which he then whispers, “Open your eyes, Sarad.” and it’s such an intimate act on the behalf of someone who has not known love until you and the baby showed up that you can’t not open your eyes. 

When you turn around, your world is enveloped in a mirage of onyx. Brown eyes. 

  “Din-” Din chuckles at your obvious reluctance because he is absolutely terrified to let you see him, the real him, vulnerable and waiting and desperate for the same acceptance. 

  “I told you my name way earlier then I ever anticipated I would.” He begins, taking your hands in his own to lay them against his cheeks. It has been so long since he allowed himself to accept touch, to accept that people in the galaxy were still gentle, that he trembles when your warmth seeps into his skin. “After what Bo-Katan told me and what Mayfeld kept saying in the transport... I’ve done alot of thinking recently, and I’m coming to the conclusion that maybe the way I was raised was wrong. There’s nothing wrong with taking the helmet off.” He exhales on a shaky breath and turns his face to kiss the inside of your hand. “But then again.. I’ve always wanted to around you.” 

Your voice is small as you ask, “Why?” 

  “Because you’ve always seen me.” Din replies. “Despite the armor and the helmet, you’ve always seen me for who I was. You saw me as a father for the-” He swallows the knot in his throat and leans inward until you are a hairs breath apart, forehead resting against yours as he pulls your body into his own. “As a father for our child. Not just as a bounty hunter, but as a man. A man I could never see myself as. When you came around, I stopped surviving. I started living.” He snorted sharply through his nose. “I almost forgot what that felt like.. I think you pulled me back right before I forgot entirely.” 

He’s so grateful. It’s hard to live feeling like you’re a ghost. 

Din tests the waters of this desire radiating from you both by applying just the barest amount of pressure of his mouth on yours. As to be expected, your entire body quakes at the contact and it takes all his physical control to not allow his spinning head to make his knees give out and send him falling on the floor. 

Oh.. he could get used to this. Used to this feeling.

He’s felt this before.

Joy. 

  “That’s the thing.” Inward, outward, forward and back again, you slowly allow yourself to succumb to Din’s kiss and grip his face in your hands just a little bit tighter. “I’ve always seen you.” You pull away just enough to force your eyes open, and then you are graced with the face of the man you love. You do. You love him, and you’ve accepted it. Kriffing Boba Fett. “And you know what? I thought I’d died before I met you. I never thought I’d make it here, much less be with you.. and I am so lucky.” There it is then, that breathless smile Din has pressed the sight of twice now into his memories, that presses itself into your aspect as the two of you look at each other. 

  “Why are you lucky?” 

You wink and shrug. ‘’Long story short?” You muse. “It’s a good thing I survived.”

Little to Din’s knowledge as he plunges into the mystery of his growing love for you - his flower, the one who made him bloom - that when he kisses you again, your eyes are wide open the entire time. 

There’s never been quite so beautiful a sight as somebody who’s survived. 

bonus: i am thinking about how beautiful pedro pascal was in this episode 

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#5

When the traitor dies, divine souls will give birth to a new world, while the old one will drown in despair, disease, wrath, lust, and madness.

The Hidden Sanctum is a modern fantasy game set in an alternative, more unusual version of our world. Book One takes place in a magical plane called the Hidden Sanctum, where unique people – just like you – are taken to learn the truth about the world and discover their true potential. Are you ready to find out what fate has in store for you?

When your old neighbor, Mrs. Kendrick, calls you late in the evening and asks you to watch over her daughter for a couple of hours, you have no idea your whole life is about to be turned upside down. The girl arrives at your door, but with her, so does a legion of mechanical soldiers. They're after you, though you don't know why. Under fire, you leave your home and start running. But where can you go? Will this be your last journey, or will it be the beginning of your new life?

Play as male, female, or nonbinary.

Be gay, straight, bisexual, or asexual.

Romance or befriend one of six unique characters: Odyss – a sad, young man, who lost his way in life, Marco – a fellow student, who is trying to deal with his shady family, Sky – a pure, innocent soul, who above all else wants to be free, Elena – a true lover of nature, who believes there’s beauty in everything, Minjoon – a cheerful dancer with a dark secret, or the Oracle – an woman from the past, who knows a lot about the future.

Influence how your new friends change throughout the game, but be careful not to push them over the edge!

Shape your personality.

Discover and personalize the nature of your soul. Pick one of five paths and reach your true potential!

Explore the Hidden Sanctum and uncover its secrets.

Attend classes, such as: history, alchemy, grounding, balance, and even theater. You can even try to befriend your teachers!

Converse with ancient gods, deal with primordial creatures, learn of forgotten prophecies, and protect the Sanctum from dangers, including those that might come from within!

TUMBLR TAGS: The Hidden Sanctum, THS.

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#4

Temple of Endless Night – Submitted!

I have just submitted Temple of Endless Night to Hosted Games!

The final wordcount managed to pass the 200k mark, which makes me both very surprised and incredibly happy. It's been a long journey (I started working on the game exactly eleven months ago), but we're finally getting close to the end.

Once again, I’d like to thank you all for your help! This game wouldn’t be the same without your interest and care.

And now… Now we wait!

111 notes • Posted 2021-05-31 09:58:46 GMT

#3

Temple of Endless Night is OUT NOW!

Temple of Endless Night is a thrilling 200,000 word interactive fantasy novel by Dariel Ivalyen, where your choices fully control the story. It's entirely text-based—without graphics or sound effects—and fueled by the vast, unstoppable power of your imagination. When a strange man stops you on the streets of your hometown and sends you to an ancient temple that no one seems to know anything about, you grow both curious and worried. As the caravan gets closer to the mysterious place, you realize that the world around you isn’t exactly what it seems. You see things that are not there, and you can tell something is deeply wrong.

Something is trying to influence your mind. Surrounded by nightmares and illusions, will you use the light to cast them out, or will you help them become reality? • Choose your gender (male, female, nonbinary). • Play as gay, straight, bisexual and asexual. • Romance one of four unique characters: a charming mercenary, a sensible and caring servant, a calculative High Priest, or a forgotten Pharaoh! • Choose your town, class and god. Work on your relationship with your patron! • React to situations differently based on your sanity level. • Experience many different endings, including bad ones. • Enjoy the beauty of Ancient Egypt. Will you serve the light, or give in to darkness?

Get Temple of Endless Night HERE!

224 notes • Posted 2021-11-12 19:00:58 GMT

#2

The Alchemist - Announcement!

I've been to dozens of people like you - alchemists, apothecaries, mages - and you're all the same. You claim to know things, but when something really happens, you're just as useless as the rest of us! You're all charlatans! Charlatans!

These words are how you get sent on one of the most important (and most difficult) missions of your life. Your life is relatively uneventful until the morning when Mrs. Daruna Argando, a noblewoman known for her immense wealth and influence, enters your shop, seeking help for her dying grandson.

Will you be able to save her suffering grandson from a terrible fate and figure out what really happened to him? After all, regular people don't stay asleep for weeks...

FEATURES

Play as an alchemist! Manage your shop, help people, and even try to brew a potion in a small mini-game!

Pick your first and last name, and choose your pronouns.

Choose your personality and see how it affects some of your character's responses.

Choose and name your very own familiar.

Pick one of the four elements and see how it changes your magical reactions in dire situations.

Help and old dwarven woman and her grandson, who's been asleep for the past few weeks.

Fight against a monstrous beast!

Start a romance with a kind priestess or a sarcastic enchanter, or choose to remain single. All options are valid!

Drink lots and lots of tea!

The game is going to be episodic in nature, but every episode can be played separately as it tells a different story. There will be a bigger story that'll connect all the episodes and have its culmination in the last episode, but that'll come in an unspecified future.

Also, this is a side project, and that means it's much smaller in scope and more linear than my other games. The first episode will be about 50k words long, and (excluding the customization) it will present you with about 25 choices that will influence the story.

The game will be available on itch.io by the end of April, and the first episode will always be free for everyone!

NOTE: The story is set in the same universe as the Chronicles of Sekherion, but the events take place a bit earlier.

352 notes • Posted 2021-04-19 13:15:28 GMT

#1

The Alchemist is out now!

I've been to dozens of people like you - alchemists, apothecaries, mages - and you're all the same. You claim to know things, but when something really happens, you're just as useless as the rest of us! You're all charlatans! Charlatans!

These words are how you get sent on one of the most important (and most difficult) missions of your life. Your life is relatively uneventful until the morning when Mrs. Daruna Argando, a noblewoman known for her immense wealth and influence, enters your shop, seeking help for her dying grandson.

Will you be able to save her suffering grandson from a terrible fate and figure out what really happened to him? After all, regular people don't stay asleep for weeks...

FEATURES

Play as an alchemist! Manage your shop, help people, and even try to brew a potion in a small mini-game!

Pick your first and last name, and choose your pronouns.

Choose your personality and see how it affects some of your character's responses.

Choose and name your very own familiar.

Pick one of the four elements and see how it changes your magical reactions in dire situations.

Help and old dwarven woman and her grandson, who's been asleep for the past few weeks.

Fight against a monstrous beast!

Start a romance with a kind priestess or a sarcastic enchanter, or choose to remain single.

Drink lots and lots of tea!

Play The Alchemist on itch.io right now!

457 notes • Posted 2021-04-29 12:11:06 GMT

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#5

T-Shirt Raffle for The Way Youth Zone

We’re raffling this limited edition LP Final Act t-shirt from Liam’s January livestream. The shirt is a size 2X - I was sent a duplicate merch order and while I love mine, I don’t need two of them!

The top picture is the actual shirt on raffle, the bottom is from Liam’s site so you can see the details. The raffle will run from now until August 29th, with the winner drawn on August 30th.

To enter the raffle, simply make a minimum $5 to the 1DFansGive fundraising page on VirginGiving and add the #LPTee to your comment.  Each $5 increment is another raffle entry - ie $10=2 entries, $25=5 entries, etc.

Please also include a name or tumblr URL so we can track donations for the drawing. Donations can not be anonymous, as we would have no way to identify who you are. Each $5 increment is another raffle entry - ie $10=2 entries, $25=5 entries, etc.

Good Luck and Thank you for supporting The Way Youth Zone and honoring Liam for all he does!

86 notes • Posted 2021-08-20 17:46:25 GMT

#4

Hoodie Raffle For The Way Youth Zone

Since there seems to be an interest -- 

We’re raffling this limited edition LP Final Act hoodie from Liam’s January livestream. The hoodie is a size 2X - I was sent a duplicate merch order and while I love mine, I don’t need two of them! 

The top picture is the actual hoodie, the bottom is from Liam’s site so you can see the details. The raffle will run from now until August 29th, with the winner drawn on August 30th. 

To enter the raffle, simply make a minimum $5 to the 1DFansGive fundraising page on VirginGiving and add the #LPHoodie to your comment.  Each $5 increment is another raffle entry - ie $10=2 entries, $25=5 entries, etc.

Please also include a name or tumblr URL so we can track donations for the drawing. Donations can not be anonymous, as we would have no way to identify who you are. Each $5 increment is another raffle entry - ie $10=2 entries, $25=5 entries, etc. 

Good Luck and Thank you for supporting The Way Youth Zone and honoring Liam for all he does!

118 notes • Posted 2021-08-20 17:38:47 GMT

#3

Wearing my new Live from London sweatshirt and I felt something scratching my shoulder (ignore my tired face I've been up since 5am)

Make the tag softer next time, Louis.

126 notes • Posted 2021-02-05 01:35:43 GMT

#2

GIVING TUESDAY

The Tuesday after Thanksgiving is designated as Giving Tuesday. Due to Virgin Giving shutting down, the only two active drives are Louis' and Harry's.

I know the continuing pandemic and resultant economic upheaval have made things tight for everyone, however if you have the wherewithal, and are so inclined, here are the links to this year's charity drives

Louis' drive for FareShare

Harry's drive for Switchboard

127 notes • Posted 2021-11-30 13:36:45 GMT

#1

1DFansGive and Liam’s 28th Birthday

We’re getting a late start, but it’s that time of year!! Once again, 1DFansGive is supporting The Way Youth Zone to celebrate Liam’s Birthday. 

Liam has supported The Way Youth Zone in Wolverhampton since construction first began on the facility in 2015, even attending their groundbreaking ceremony in April of that year. 

Each Youth Zone provides local young people aged between eight and 19, or up to 25 with a disability, affordable access to high-quality sports, arts and leisure facilities and activities, seven days a week, 52 weeks a year.  This universal offer is complemented by crucial, targeted services that support employability, wellbeing and health, helping those young people who need additional support.

I have had the privilege of visiting The Way in Wolverhampton on two occasions, and not only are the facilities first class, the people I’ve had the opportunity to meet are all wonderfully kind, caring individuals with a true desire to make a difference within the community. 

I hope you will join us once again in supporting The Way and honoring Liam for his kind and generous spirit.

337 notes • Posted 2021-06-05 01:59:40 GMT

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about my blog! i was tagged by the lovely @sunshine-ricciardo <3

1. Why did you choose your url?

it’s as close to a canon marc url that i can get

2. Any side blogs?

i use @joanmir36 as an archive blog. but other than that i have no active sideblogs, just a bunch of saved urls.

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

i think i made this account in 2015 but then i disappeared until last summer

4. Do you have a queue tag?

yes but it's super uncreative so if anyone has any cool queue names let me know

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

because i needed a place to yell about bikes and find cool motogp content

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

because joan and marc are my worstie and my bestie

7. Why did you choose your header?

because joan is a chihuahua that barks a lot at everyone and i thought it was funny. i need to start making a proper header tho soon haha cause this isnt very #aesthetically pleasing

8. What's your post with the most notes?

this maneskin post lol this toto gif is my f1 post with the most notes tho

9. How many mutuals do you have?

zero idea but i hate love them all <3

10. How many followers do you have?

1300ish

11. How many people do you follow?

111

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

all i do is make shit posts! i even have a shit posts tag

13. How often do you use tumblr?

way too often :/ though i am online a lot less now that i am working full time

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?

not a real fight nah but i have had people vague post me

15. How do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts?

i have never reblogged one in my life and never will

16. Do you like tag games?

yes!!! i am just shit at doing them but i always appreciate being tagged :)

17. Do you like ask games?

yes yes yes!! i haven't done one in forever but they are always so fun

18. Which of your moots do you think is tumblr famous?

fio hahah

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

i have a crush on anyone who is nice to me so yes haha always

i tag @streetcircuits @alex-marquez @marquezquartararohmygod @ferrarigays @lastonthebrakes @cazzadores @bezzpez but no pressure, feel free to ignore <3

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#5

Hey! I love your OCs and your fics :))) i loved your recent fic about a burpy Dakota, can we have one about tummy flu Dakota too? If it's ok with you, then both emeto and scat please....no pressure, ofc (pun intended)! Thanks!

Thanks for the request! I had fun with this one! (Maybe I have fun with all of them lol)

Content Warning: Graphic description of vomiting and scat. The scat is pretty mild, but it's there!

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For one night of the year, Blair liked to pretend that she was richer than she was. This night usually fell around Christmas because that was when her boss thanked everyone in the office with a paid dinner for two at a restaurant with a French name. This year they were eating at a place called Auberge du Pommier. Blair was delighted to not know what that meant.

As always, Blair and Dakota had to dress the part if they were pretending to be fancy French people. Blair was having decidedly too fun when Dakota pulled her chair out for her. She tucked her flowy black dress under her legs and thanked him with a bashful smile.

“Why, merci Monsieur,” she said with her attempt at a French accent. Dakota simply nodded. It was his attempt at appearing composed.

For this one night of the year, Dakota was pretending to not feel sick to his stomach. He pulled out Blair’s chair because that’s what he always did when they visited nice places like this. And of course, he looked the part of the gentleman even though he didn’t feel like one. Surely no gentleman ever felt the desire to lift up his shirt in public and rub his aching belly. Why couldn’t Blair’s boss give everyone Christmas bonuses like a normal person?

Blair dropped the accent and looked around at the dimly lit room. She really did love the white tablecloths and the stone walls. The food matched the décor perfectly. “Do you know what you want?” she asked Dakota who hadn’t looked up from the menu since sitting down.

“I might if I knew how to read French.” The joke wasn’t so much about making Blair laugh, as it was a way to stall. Dakota didn’t know if eating would make him feel better or worse. The descriptions of the meals were in English but that just made Dakota lose his appetite faster. A fatty liver did not sound pleasant. He didn’t even spare a glance at the escargot.

“Well, I already know that we’re getting this Rosé wine.”

Dakota didn’t say anything to that. His minimal reactions were starting to annoy Blair. Usually, her boyfriend went along with the fancy charade. He indulged in her fantasies because it made her happy for a night. But that night, it didn’t seem like he wanted to indulge in anything.

Blair put her menu aside and reached for his hand. His palm was clammy. “Speaking of wine, you’re looking a bit rosé yourself. Is everything alright?”

Au contraire to what Blair thought, Dakota was putting a lot of energy into his charade. “I’m fine, it’s just hot in here.” He pulled at the collar of his dress shirt. The charade couldn’t end so soon. “But you’re looking magnifique, ma belle.”

And now everyone at the table had their cheeks tinged pink. Blair looked down as the blush came across her face. This is what she wanted. Her gentleman suitor was back.

When the wine came, Dakota drank a glass. When his Canard came, he forced himself to eat some. Apparently, he couldn’t bring himself to eat a bird’s liver, but a leg was fine.

Or so he told himself.

As the dinner went on, Dakota’s stomach became more verbal. It whined and groaned much like the bird in his belly must have done before dying. He was glad to be telling the truth when he said it was hot because Blair’s wouldn’t think his sweating was out of place.

Throughout the meal, Dakota forced down burps that desperately wanted to come up. There was no way that he’d allow himself to belch in a place like this. The only thing to do was press his napkin to his lips to keep the air from escaping. Each swallow made his belly gurgle beneath his hand.

“I was thinking,” Blair said, suddenly breaking the silence, “maybe we could take a trip for Christmas…some place warm like Florida.”

“You don’t want a white Christmas?” Dakota asked. The questions came out quickly because he was too afraid that opening his mouth would let out a burp.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “It would be a nice change.”

“Honey,” Dakota began but was interrupted by a hiccup. He could feel the pressure building in his chest. His voice dropped even deeper as he tried to suppress a burp. “You know we’re not actually…” He stopped as he felt a belch bubbling at the base of his throat.

“Not actually what?” She gave him a concerned look. Blair didn’t really care about the answer when Dakota’s face went pale. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Ugh sorry,” Dakota finally said while lowering his hand from his mouth. “We’re not actually like these people. I don’t want a sunny Christmas in the Caribbean. I just want—” That was when the blech decided to erupt from his mouth. It splashed the back of his tongue with something sweet and sticky, and made him shiver. “Oh God, I’m sorry. I was trying so hard not to do that.”

Blair didn’t even try to lower her voice like Dakota had. “What? Kota, you’re going to upset your stomach if you don’t let yourself burp.”

“Trust me, it’s already upset.”

“It is?” Blair didn’t like where this conversation was going. She didn’t like that she was able to put the pieces together before Dakota gave her the whole picture. “Have you been feeling bad since we sat down?”

He nodded miserably. “I didn’t say anything because, come on look at this place!” A low gurgle in his belly made Dakota wrap his arms around his torso under the table. Blair couldn’t see the way he hugged his stomach, but she could certainly hear how unhappy the organ was. “Oh, Bee, I really don’t feel well.”

“Alright, that’s it. I won’t have you suffering like this.” She stood up from her chair and went around to where he was sitting to help him up. “We’re going to the bathroom, and if you have to burp, then fucking burp.”

As soon as Blair pulled Dakota to his feet, a deep belch rumbled up from his chest. It erupted from his mouth without anything to stop it. It felt wonderful and terrible at the same time. Dakota tried not to look at the faces of the people they passed.

The bathrooms were of course more beautiful than Dakota and Blair’s entire home. It was a shame that Dakota was about to ruin the lovely atmosphere of this water closet with guttural retching.

But first, he needed to burp. Sitting down on the floor in one of the stalls, Dakota leaned back to better rub his stomach. His girlfriend took her place next to him and took over the gentle rubbing. It was a relief to not have to hold it in anymore, but releasing the pressure only made Dakota much more aware of the nausea. Before his stomach was a bloated mess, but as the air shifted around in his gut, he couldn’t ignore the churning sensation.

Dakota breathed a heavy sigh after letting out a deep wet blech. He sighed but didn’t feel much lighter. “Oh fuck, I wish I hadn’t eaten anything. My stomach is not happy.”

“And I wish you told me that you felt sick before sitting down,” Blair replied. “I know I make a big deal out of this night, but you’re a bigger deal.”

“Thanks, Bee.” Dakota grimaced and repositioned himself on his knees. “I didn’t want to embarrass you or anything, but I ended up doing just that.” The marble flooring hurt his knees just as much as any old grimy tile. He felt too nauseous to not hover by the toilet. “Hopefully we made a big enough fuss that no one will want to come in here.”

“Yeah, I don’t think you need to worry about that.” Blair said, feeling another wave of sympathy for her boyfriend. She watched Dakota’s throat work as he fought back nausea. He let out another burp, but this time Dakota simply moaned and closed his eyes. “Oh baby, I’m sorry. What can I do?”

“Will you keep rubbing my stomach?” he asked, his voice thick and strained.

Blair obliged immediately, sneaking her hand up his shirt to trace circles on his swollen middle.

After swallowing excessively for some time, Dakota suffered through another long belch that left saliva dangling from his lips. The nausea came to its peak when the burps started to morph into gags.

Blair knew the moment he was about to vomit because she felt his stomach spasm. It started as a wet burp, but then the muscles in his abdomen seized, forcing up a torrent of partially digested French food.

Dakota was almost relived to be free of the empty burps. He was at the mercy of his belly now, and what his belly wanted was to get the bug out even if that meant wasting a very expensive meal. Through the whole ordeal, Dakota’s stomach didn’t once shut up. It announced its pain with constant gurgles.

“Oh, I’ve got you, Kota,” Blair said softly as her boyfriend continued to fill the toilet with waves of sick. He was shuddering and sweating from the effort when he finished.

Dakota let out a long exhale when he had a moment to catch his breath. He leaned back against the stall door, feeling sticky and drenched with sweat. The noises from inside his body persisted.

Blair cooed as each sick gurgle made Dakota moan when he should be having a break from pain. “You’d think your belly might quiet down now that you threw up.”

With closed eyes, Dakota shook his head weakly. He knew why the burbling wasn’t letting up. He could feel the reason ripple through his lower belly. “I’m not empty. It’s just decided to come out the other end.” An awful bubbling sensation in his gut made him moan.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it,” Dakota mumbled while moving to sit on the toilet. He prayed that no one else was in the bathroom with them. If there was someone with them, they would surely be leaving soon.

“Oh baby, don’t apologize,” Blair said. “Exactly, you can’t help it.”

Dakota leaned forward to hug his aching belly while his insides turn to liquid. There was about to be another problem. “Bee, I don’t want you to go, but…”

“But what?” Blair got her answer when Dakota gagged into his hand. “Oh…uh one sec.”

She left him alone in the stall to find a receptacle. Hearing Dakota desperately try to hold it in, she nervously searched the bathroom for anything. But there was nothing for him to be sick into; the garbage was a fucking square cut out of the countertop.

So, Blair dumped out the contents of her purse and handed him the empty bag just in time. She very quickly abandoned the plan to fill her purse with breadsticks.

Blair put her hand on his shoulder, letting the gesture double as a form of comfort and as a way for her to calm down. They would get through this. Sure, Dakota would have liked to be euthanized right then and there, but the pain would pass. She could only hope that her boss would never hear about what happened at the Auberge du Pommier.

When Dakota lifted his head from her purse, he looked dazed and green. Blair rubbed her thumb on his temple. “You’re right. We’re not like these people. Let’s just have a quiet white Christmas at home.”

“Are you kidding?” Dakota said, trying to put life back into his words. It would take some time. “I’m now determined to shit in the nicest bathroom that Florida has to offer.”

61 notes • Posted 2021-10-04 18:53:52 GMT

#4

Dakota and Blair are on a boat (traveling via ship? Cruise?), it’s a multiple day over night’s situation. They both get very ill for different reasons: one is suffering from very bad sea sickness and the other is having food poisoning from the badly cooked seafood on the boat. It’s up to you which is which. They are doing their best to care for one another, but suffering a lot themselves make it hard to do so. Bonus if one of them could be suffering from diarrhea, preferably Blair.

Thank you for the request! I really loved that post about cruise ships so this is partly inspired by that. 

Content Warning: Graphic descriptions of vomiting, and mild implications of diarrhea!  

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It was an hour after dinner and Dakota was almost done getting ready for the next activity. Tonight was dancing, but if Dakota was being honest, he would say that he wasn’t in the mood for dancing. He was still getting used to the rocking of the ship, and it seemed unlikely that he’d be able to keep his balance while swinging Blair around. Hell, he was already losing his balance from trying to stand still in front of the mirror to get his tie on.

The crew mates had said that most people feel seasick for the first couple days, so Dakota was confident that the queasiness would pass. He just wished that it would pass faster. Blair was in the small cabin bathroom, getting herself beautiful for the night, and he didn’t want to cancel the plans.

Dakota was surprised that he could get seasick on such a fancy boat. It hardly looked like a boat. They were vacationing on what seemed to be a floating mall, with a floating casino, and a floating theatre. This cruise ship had anything you could think of, including a spacious dance floor. Nonetheless, his body felt the swaying of the ship and that was enough to threaten a reappearance of his dinner. He would have liked to have eaten the same thing as Blair, but his stomach was too sensitive from the motion sickness. Instead of the seafood buffet, he went with the safer option full of starch to soak up the stomach acid that splashed around inside him. Unfortunately, his caution did not pay off which he realized as his face turned gray in the mirror.

Perhaps he could puke once and then he’d feel fine to go dancing. If he just got rid of what he’d eaten, then he’d feel better. This is what Dakota told himself so that he didn’t feel too bad about giving into the nausea. With a growing sensation of danger, he darted to the bathroom. At first, he thought about puking over the side of the balcony, but he worried about the rooms below theirs. Dakota was positive that his night would be ruined if a spray of stomach contents flew into his room. So tiny bathroom it was!

He knocked once but couldn’t wait for a reply. Luckily Blair was getting ready in front of the sink, leaving the toilet available for the impending gush of vomit. Dakota shakily moved passed his girlfriend and got to his knees just as an empty belch echoed in the bowl. Well, Blair was going to realize he was seasick sooner or later.

“Fuck, Kota are you –”

Blair began to speak but she was cut off by the harsh retch that tore up Dakota’s throat. Whatever her question was going to be, the answer was perfectly clear now. He was not okay, and he was going to puke, in fact he was in the middle of doing so. Blair grimaced as a stream of pale vomit rushed from her boyfriend’s mouth. His dress shirt and clean hair quickly got drenched in sweat.  

While breathing heavily, Dakota gripped the rim of the toilet and tried to calm the whirlpool in his belly. He made eye contact with Blair who had her hand over her mouth. Dakota interpreted this gesture to mean concern, and possibly shock that he just barged into the room to be rudely sick.

“Ugh sorry, I’m just a little seasick.” His voice was thick from having just thrown up, and from needing to throw up again. He cleared his throat and spat into the water before the second round started. It all happened quite quickly that Blair was still frozen in front of the sink. There was something off about her appearance, but Dakota couldn’t say what exactly because he was busy with something else. He squeezed his eyes shut as his roiling stomach heaved again. It was probably from the stress of being sick, but Dakota felt like the ship was swaying more than usual. His vision was unfocused and his held felt fuzzy. With the nausea at its peak, Dakota moaned as his dinner filled up the toilet bowl. He just wanted it to stop. He wanted the ship to stop moving. Why wouldn’t the ocean just dry up?

Dakota’s stomach dried up before the ocean did. He finally had a moment to catch his breath, lean back, and look sadly towards Blair. As much as he felt empty, the waves were still crashing into the boat. Dakota knew he only had a few minutes of respite.

“Oh babe,” Blair said as she handed him a towel to wipe the sweat from his face, “You look awful.”

“Fucking boats, man…” And then Dakota thought about planes and cars, and realized that he didn’t really like any of those forms of transportation. “I’m sorry I had to run in here like this.”

“I get it.” Blair swallowed hard. “Believe me, I get it.”

And that’s when Dakota realized what was off about Blair. They had been getting ready for an hour, but Blair was still in her casual clothes. Her hair was a mess of tangles. And thank goodness she didn’t put on makeup yet because her face was shiny with sweat.

“Hey? Are you okay?” Dakota struggled to his feet and got closer to his girlfriend. “Why aren’t you getting ready?”

“Well, I started to but…” Blair put a hand on her abdomen, “…my stomach is killing me.”

Dakota clicked his tongue knowingly. “And the ocean claims another victim.  

The bubbling deep in Blair’s belly made her doubt the statement, but she didn’t say anything. She wasn’t entirely sure how seasickness can manifest, though she doubted that it could turn her bowels to water. Regardless, the current problem was not with her intestines but with her stomach. After watching Dakota spew, her own battle with nausea was coming to an end. She wasn’t the winner.

Dakota watched the colour drain from Blair’s face. “It’s best to just let it happen, honey.” He guided her to the exact spot that he was in just moment ago. He sat down next to her, hoping that they wouldn’t need to share the toilet.

Blair moaned and swallowed a flood of saliva. The seafood dinner was swimming around in her belly like slimy eels. When a wet belch left a fishy flavour in her mouth, she knew this couldn’t just be motion sickness. Besides, she’d never been sick on a boat before.

She put her head on the toilet and waited for her stomach to send up her dinner. It wasn’t happening as fast as it did for Dakota, leaving Blair to suffer in prolonged pain. She wrapped her arms around her torso just as her stomach let out a sickening whine.

Dakota heard the wet gurgle and cooed. He placed his hand on her stomach to hopefully ease the discomfort. “Oh bee, your belly sounds so upset.”

“It really hurts, Kota. I –” before she could say more, Blair burped and felt her stomach contents rise in her throat. A shiver ran down her spine as the partly digested medley of shrimp and crab came up into her mouth. She heaved forward and let the cascade of pale puke land in the water.

“I’ve got you, babe. Just let it out.” Dakota rubbed his girlfriend’s back, wishing that he could control the waves. Even as he sat, consoling Blair, her could still feel every movement of the ship. For both their sakes, he desperately wished that the following days would bring calmer waters…not that it would help Blair at all, but Dakota didn’t know that yet.

And he was about to find out real soon that Blair’s affliction couldn’t be cured with dry land. The pain squeezed her belly, making her feel close to bursting out of her pants. Blair moaned as she felt another gurgle in her gut. The rumbling in her lower belly made her fearful of the next bout of vomiting but it couldn’t be avoided. She gagged and brought up another gush of sick, this one accompanied by the threat of diarrhea. Each squeeze in her stomach made her wonder which end would be of use.

“Ugh Kota,” she mumbled with a hand hovering over her mouth. She sat up on he knees, ready to change positions quickly. “You have to leave.”

“Why? I want to stay with you.”

“Yeah, you won’t want to in a minute.” She bounced on her knees, feeling her time running out. “I think the food was off, and I really need to use the toilet.”

Dakota understood quite quickly as he saw Blair beginning to unbutton her pants. The grimace of pain on her face made him want to stay and comfort her, but the pleading look in her eyes told him to give her privacy. “Oh…oh baby alright. Just yell if you need me.” Before leaving, Dakota handed her the small bathroom garbage to rest on her lap.

And Dakota left his girlfriend to suffer in peace, hopefully preserving her dignity. Although after all this time of dating, they basically knew every in and out of each other’s body. Still Blair wanted to be alone, and Dakota would of course oblige. He left to probably go and puke in the champagne bucket. What an exciting night for the two of them! Dakota wondered how his friends’ nights were going.

Dakota did indeed throw up again, though he found a garbage can that was free of champagne bottles. Occasionally he heard Blair moan, but he tried not to listen. Luckily, the sound of his own retching was enough to distract him. He sat on the bed, hugging the trash to his chest. After a while, his stomach settled, or maybe the ocean did, either way he was glad that there was nothing left to throw up.

The same could not be said for Blair. There was still plenty more for her body to get rid of. She sat on the toilet for a while, just waiting for the end. Each time she thought she could get up, the nausea came back along with the ache deep in her belly. The smell in the tiny space was not making anything easier.

It was a blessing when the time came that she finally felt safe to leave the bathroom. She washed her hands, and shuffled out to find Dakota on the bed. His head was lolling forward from trying to stay awake, but he snapped alert when he saw Blair appear. She was hugging her poor tummy as she waddled over to the bed.

Dakota opened his arms for Blair. “Come here, my Bee.”

Blair dropped into his embrace, but careful not to disturb either of their bellies. “I feel so gross.”

“I’m so sorry this happened. And I’m sorry I couldn’t help you more.”

“No, it’s fine.” She buried her face in his chest and hoped that he could still hear her muffled voice. “Neither of us are in the best position to help.”

Dakota breathed deeply, making Blair’s head rise and sink slowly. “How about we just sleep?”

Blair sighed. “That’s a great idea.”

61 notes • Posted 2021-04-03 21:34:06 GMT

#3

Ahhhh loved the recent story of Dakota recovering!!! Could you write a sequel to it in which Blair catches whatever Dakota had, in which she tries to play it off so he wouldn’t feel bad about passing it in to her. Only when Dakota comes home late finding her very ill from both ended did he realize how sick she really was, he does everything he can to care of her as this is the sickest she’s ever been with him?? 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Thank you all for the love on Dakota’s recent fic. And now here is Blair’s turn 

Content Warning: Graphic descriptions of vomiting and diarrhea (more than implied)!!

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Dakota was just about to leave for work when he popped his head back into the still dark bedroom. Usually by now Blair was up and getting ready for her own day. Actually, it was way past the time that she should have been up because Dakota had slept in a little bit. He just got over a 24-hour stomach bug, so forgive him if he was slightly groggy when he woke up. But he was pleased to discover that he felt fine for work. It took a while to drag himself from the warm bed, but now he was ready to leave unlike his girlfriend. Blair was still hidden under the covers when Dakota dropped his bag by the doorway and entered the room.

“Bee,” he whispered while walking over to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the mattress and searched for his girlfriend’s body under the blankets. When he found her shoulder, he gave it a shake to rouse her from sleep. “Wake up, Babe. You’ve pressed the snooze button three times already.”

A low groan was muffled by the sheets and blankets, but Dakota recognize that beautiful sound. That was the usual sound that Blair made when she needed to wake up before seven. Now that groaned was made partly out of discomfort. She slowly removed the blankets from over her head and squinted up at her boyfriend. He smelt nice, like toothpaste and some sort of icy deodorant.

Dakota smiled down at her. “You’re gonna be late if you don’t get up now.”

“Mmh...” Blair hummed and rubbed her hands over her eyes. “I don’t want to.” Even while wrapped up in the blankets and still holding onto that sleepy feeling, Blair knew that she felt bad. Really bad. “My belly hurts a little…” a lot “…one more snooze. You should go.” She wasn’t about to tell him just how bad she was feeling because that would certainly make Dakota late for work, if not skip it entirely. He was already dressed and ready to go. Besides, he would get all worried and apologetic if he knew that she was bedridden with the bug he just caught. It would be fine, Blair told herself. There was a chance that she didn’t catch anything at all. Maybe this was the typical nausea of ridiculously early mornings. The aches in her body told her that was a pipedream, but she would ignore the growing urge to be sick at least until Dakota left. At this rate, it seemed he would never leave.

“Your stomach hurts?” Dakota mumbled, already biting the side of his cheek obsessively. “Damn, did I give you my bug, baby?” He reached his hand up to feel Blair’s forehead, but she turned way before he could touch her.

“I’ll be fine,” Blair said quickly. “It’s just period stuff.” It was like she could read his mind, telling him that maybe he should stay home if Blair was sick. Well, it was a good thing she wasn’t sick. Yeah, it was a good thing there was no angry pit of acid boiling in her stomach. Good thing it was just period stuff, no big deal.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes. Now go or you’ll be late.”

“Alright…” Dakota begrudgingly got up from the bed. He wanted to investigate more but Blair was right about the time. “Same for you. Don’t sleep for too much longer.” He slowly backed out of the room, but popped back in one more time. “I’ll be home late tonight. That’s all.” He disappeared around the doorway. But a second later he reappeared with the biggest goofy smile. “I love you…okay now that’s all.”

Blair wanted to chuck a pillow at him but instead she mumbled an I love you back. That took up less energy and Blair really didn’t think that she had the strength to throw even a feather. She did have the strength however to finally throw the blankets off her warm body because the situation demanded it. It was freezing outside of her warm bed as she slowly made her way down the hall. Her toes were cold on the hardwood, so she could only imagine the chill of the bathroom tile.

Blair waited just outside of the bathroom where she could hear when Dakota would close the front door. He was still gathering his things while she desperately willed him to leave. Her stomach churned beneath her hand. The nausea and the morning air made her shiver from head to toe. The ache was deep in her belly, causing her to hunch over. She hugged her middle, feeling her mouth begin to fill with saliva. Her face bore the same pained expression that Dakota wore a day ago. Like proper partners they shared everything, even their wretched viruses. Blair seemed to have borrowed the intense nausea that made the both of them keel over. From the way she shivered, she likely borrowed the fever too. Great. Now all that was left was the…

The jingle of keys seemed to echo through the house, then finally Blair heard the front door click shut. As soon as Dakota was gone she pitched herself into the bathroom and knelt in front of the toilet. Seconds after lifting the lid, Blair vomited up everything from her gurgling stomach. Her belly heaved into her throat with each retch, bringing up the remnants of last night’s dinner.

The bathroom walls stretched and grew and shrunk and stretched. Blair was surprised that she actually managed to aim into the toilet because time and space ceased to exist. There was only nausea and a bubbling sensation in her gut. Apparently, her aim wasn’t as good as she thought because Dakota would later find her with vomit on her pajamas and vomit on the floor.

Throughout the day, Blair would float in and out of consciousness. At one point, she might have texted her boss to say that couldn’t make it. It’s possible that she found herself on the couch, or back in the bed, or maybe she just imagined all that as she lay on the bathroom rug. It’s not like she could tell the difference between a blanket and a dingy bathmat. All she knew was that she was cold and needed something to cover her shoulders.

There might even have been a rare moment of lucidity where Blair would realize that she should probably drink something. That moment did come, but she couldn’t drink more than a glass. Her body was trying to get rid of this bug, and it tried to accomplish the impossible with only one glass of water that she drank before noon. This rare moment luckily came before the fever got as bad as it would get. That moment of heat and confusion would come when Dakota got home. But that isn’t until later. Much later.

The day progressed in waves. There were lulls in the waves when her stomach was calm which allowed her to get some sleep. Then there were the waves that knocked her back down. These waves of nausea swelled and grew in the same way that ocean waves would build in intensity The splatters of puke continued to splash into the toilet, or so Blair hoped. She was dead to the world, but somehow she usually found her way to the bathroom. Maybe she never left.

Then there were waves that left her sitting on the toilet for too long to keep track of. During these moments she could only hug the garbage can to her body while the diarrhea burned on its way out. Her body was quickly getting rid of its content out of both ends, all of it liquid and painful. The energy to clean herself up was almost nonexistent, but Blair never left the toilet seat until everything was sore and raw. At least her fevered mind forced her to reach for toilet paper.

Blair’s fried mind unfortunately did not have the idea to call Dakota. By this point, she would have said screw work. He needed to come home now and force her to drink something! But this idea never bubbled up to the surface of her thoughts.

Eventually Blair found her way to the floor again. She was dry and empty…for now. The bed sounded much better than the bathroom tile, but she was too exhausted and sore to move. She fell asleep again with the cold tile leaving marks on her cheeks.

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As Dakota pulled his truck into the driveway, a part if his brain told him something was off. Yesterday he backed Blair’s car into the driveway because she didn’t like backing up. He expected her car to be pulled forward this time, but it was in the same position that Dakota had parked it the night before.

Upon entering the house, Dakota found more things wrong – more things telling him that Blair never left. At first, he feared that she slept in and missed work, but it was worse than that. The air smelt sour and stale. As Dakota stepped into the kitchen to empty his lunch bag, he found the fridge slightly ajar.

“Blair?” he called out, walking through the house. There was a tangle of blankets on the floor by the couch. Like a trail of breadcrumbs, he found another blanket in the hallway right in front of the bathroom. The bathroom door was shut, and the light was on underneath. He knocked. He registered the sick smell in the air but his mind didn’t yet associate it to the same smell that had been lingering in the house when he was ill.

Dakota gave up on waiting for a reply. He was getting nervous and had a pretty good idea why Blair didn’t answer. He opened the bathroom door and found what he expected. Blair was lying on the floor, hugging her stomach and breathing heavily. In reality, it wasn’t exactly like he expected. As he knelt next to his girlfriend, Dakota didn’t expect to find dried vomit in her hair. He also didn’t think that she’d be wake but she was. Blair shivered and moaned, and barely reacted when Dakota touched her arm.

“Oh honey,” Dakota crumpled next to his girlfriend. He grabbed her shoulders and rolled her over. Her face was deathly pale with sunken eyes and chapped lips. Without much care, he moved her damp hair away from her face and cupped her cheek with his hand.

“Kota?” Blair mumbled without opening her eyes.

“I’m here. I’m right here, baby.” Dakota traced his hand along her face until he touched her forehead. Not that he needed to feel her head – her entire face was burning. “Oh God, your skin is on fire.”

“I didn’t go to work…”

“I guessed as much – fuck, Blair this looks bad. Can you sit up for me?”

Blair wanted to cry but there were no tears in her body. She took Dakota’s hand and hugged it to her to her chest. Even while lying down, she knew that sitting up would make her dizzy. It would make her already unsettled stomach revolt. “I can’t.”

“You have to,” Dakota insisted, already lifting her up by her underarms. She slumped forward, completely limp. “I have to get you in the bath. Did you drink anything all day?”

Instead of answering, Blair belched up a thin stream of bile onto Dakota’s chest. He didn’t bat an eye as he continued to lift her up. But he had to stop because she insisted on using the toilet. He helped her onto the seat just as her body released a foul-smelling stream. The force of it made her double over and gag at the same time. Without Dakota she would have fallen forward, but he held up.

“Oh, baby you have it so much worse than I did,” Dakota said while trying not to breathe through his nose. He reached for the garbage can to catch the bile and saliva hanging from her mouth. “There you go, let it out.”

There wasn’t much more to get out. Blair was now dry heaving as her belly cramped painfully. She really did cry this time, but no tears came out. She just held onto the bucket with one hand, and Dakota with the other.

Feeling her body shake from crying and vomiting, Dakota cooed and tried not to let his emotions distract from taking care of his girl. She was in hell and there was nothing he could do but keep her from falling down further. “I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

And Dakota never left her. When she was done, he helped take off her clothes and eased her into the tub. The cold water would hopefully bring down her fever, but he knew that the dehydration was too severe. When she was clean, he would take her to the hospital. For now he did what he could.

63 notes • Posted 2021-05-10 20:42:15 GMT

#2

Traffic Jam: Madix Food Poisoning

Madix awoke with his head in Riley’s lap. It was awfully disorienting. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep with his head against the car window while Dakota and Blair chatted quietly in the front. He also remembered that his stomach was quite full from dinner, and that it lulled him into a deep food coma. He definitely ate too much at the buffet, so he welcomed the drowsiness that came with the heavy meal.

Now he was completely horizontal with his legs curled up on the back seat. He could feel Riley playing with his hair which felt heavenly, but he did want to know how he ended up with his seatbelt off. He also registered the fact that his stomach didn’t feel any lighter. In fact, it was hurting and churning more than before.

With a groan, Madix sat up and looked around. It was dark out, like it had been before he fell asleep, but now the car’s interior was flooded with red from other people’s brake lights. Everywhere he looked, he only saw the lights from many stationary cars on the highway. He couldn’t have been out long if they were still on the highway.

Dakota looked back as he saw movement in the mirror. “Did you sleep off all that food, Mads?”

“Not really.” He squinted more from discomfort that anything else. “How long was I asleep for?”

“Close to two hours.”

“Two hours!” he exclaimed. They should have been back home by now. The four lanes of stopped cars answered some of his questions. “How long have we been in traffic?”

“Close to two hours.”

Madix huffed and fell back on Riley’s lap. He would have much preferred to be home rather than stuck in a sea of parked vehicles. He looked up at Riley with as much of a smile as he could manage with the ache in his belly. “Thanks for keeping me comfy.”

“I didn’t want your neck to hurt from sleeping against the window,” Riley said while leaning forward to kiss him on the forehead. “When it seemed like we’d be stopped for a while, I took off your seatbelt.”

“What the hell is keeping us stopped for two hours?”

Blair looked back at the boys and chimed in saying, “the rumour is that some guy got hit trying to cross the lanes. People gave up a while ago and got out of their cars.”

“They have the right idea,” Madix mumbled. He really had to pee and now it seemed things were about to get worse with the nausea that was slowly growing in intensity.

The car was mostly quiet, the conversation having died an hour ago. Madix closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep again, and sleep off the stomach-ache this time. He still had the taste of the ocean in his mouth from the seafood portion of the buffet. It made him want to gag just thinking about it.

His belly was so full and swollen. He could feel it pressing against his jeans, so he undid the button to give him some room to breathe. As he did, his stomach let out long gurgle that he could feel beneath his hand. The air must have traveled up his throat because the next thing he knew he was burping wetly into his fist.

“Ugh, excuse me,” he moaned. Lying down was not the best position to be burping in. His throat was already burning from the reflux.

Riley’s hands went back to playing with Madix’s hair, but it felt more tense this time. “Your stomach was making a lot of noise while you slept.”

“Mmh, it’s kinda upset,” Madix said with his eyes closed. For a moment, he forgot who he was talking to. “I’m actually a little nauseous to be honest.” The gentle massage ended as Riley’s hands froze. Shit. Madix sat up and fixed his hair nervously. He wanted to tell Riley that it wasn’t that bad – that he could hold off until they got home. But he didn’t know when that would be and God his stomach was cramping. Whatever he’d put into his belly really didn’t like it in there.

Riley started to bounce his leg and bite the nail of his thumb. Madix could see the war on his face. Half of his brain told himself to run away while the other half told him that Madix was able to comfort him all the time. It was no big deal. But the louder half was the one telling him to escape. There was only one problem. “Madix, we’re in a car. I—I don’t like this…”

Before saying something that would help, Madix couldn’t help the belch that escaped past his lips. Sitting up straight made the air and food shift around in his stomach. There was another gurgle that made him push his hand into his abdomen. He hated the fear that came across his boyfriend’s face. “Ry, it’ll be fine. I can always get out of the car if I need to.”

That’s when Dakota piped up, perhaps sensing the change in atmosphere. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Madix says he’s nauseous and thinks he’s gonna puke,” Riley said quickly with a quiver in his voice.

“Well, I didn’t say the part about—” Another wet belch caught him off guard and forced him to put a hand over his mouth. Okay, yeah Riley was right, he did think he was gonna puke.

Dakota and Blair both looked back worriedly. It was weird to see Dakota so well from the back seat, but it wasn’t like he had to concentrate on driving. He gave his friend a sympathetic look which morphed into an alarmed one as he heard the burp that Madix let out. “Damn, that didn’t sound good. Are you—”

Madix suddenly opened the door and left before Dakota could finish his sentence. Dakota just stared at the place where Madix had been. He blinked a few times and then simply turned up the car’s music up much louder than normal. With his hand on the door, he looked back at Blair. “You should talk to Riley about something really awesome. I don’t know what, but just talk. Or sing!”

“I’ve got him. Go help Madix.”

Dakota didn’t need to be told twice. He left his passengers in the beautiful company of Freddie Mercury as Bohemian Rhapsody started to play. Good, that was a long song.

He went around to the back of the car where he found Madix hunched over and coughing. There was no puddle of vomit by his feet. Yet. The boy’s hair was a mess and sticking up from sweat. Dakota placed his large hand in the center of his back. “You know, you puke in my car a lot.”

Madix groaned and spat on the ground as his mouth filled with saliva. “I didn’t this time.”

“I know. It just got me thinking of all the lovely memories,” Dakota said with a grin. The grin turned into a grimace as Madix burped, the sound of it hitting the back of his throat. “Did you catch a bug? ‘Cause I can’t imagine you’d be carsick.” Looking around at the traffic jam, Dakota tried not to make eye contact with the car behind them. It was only then that he realized that they might be giving a few people a show that they didn’t want to see.

Madix shook his head. This was worse than motion sickness. This was something spoiled trying to crawl out of him. Or swim out of him. He was going to tell Dakota the reason, but a harsh retch put an end to that plan.

Dakota’s eyes went wide. “Oh boy, sounds like you’ll tell me later.”

Madix’s stomach heaved into his throat as a gush of partially digested food rushed out of his mouth. It splattered in between his feet, forming an impressive yet disgusting puddle of sushi and ice cream, and everything else that the buffet offered.

He felt big circles being rubbed on his back which made the pain of his next retch less terrible. Still not great. His throat burned from the second wave of sick. The burn invaded his nose, making him wish he had a tissue as the sniffles came on strong.

Dakota gave his back a firm pat in between the light circles. “There you go. Get that shit up and you’ll feel better.” He had no idea how true those words were. Madix just had to get it out of his system because it was wreaking havoc on his stomach.

There was a rare moment of quiet in between bouts that Madix used to contemplate if life was worth living. He leaned against the back of the car, trying to catch his breath before the next round started.

“Are you finished?” Dakota asked, “Because I have water in the car.”

He moaned. “No, but water would be great.”

Dakota came back to the car just in time to hear the last verse of the song. Riley and Blair were indeed singing, albeit shakily in Riley’s case.

“How’s he doing?” Riley asked with concern in his voice.

“Beautiful, very impressive boyfriend you’ve got,” Dakota said with the same energy that he gave to everything. “But seriously, he’s okay. We’re managing. Lovely voices by the way.” He gave a Blair a wink and left.

Madix was back to gagging over the puddle with sick hanging from his lips. Yep, so beautiful, Dakota mumbled to himself.

“Thanks,” Madix said as he wiped his sleeve across his mouth and took the water bottle from his friend. “It was something I ate by the way. Sorry about this.”

“Hey, I got nowhere to go,” Dakota raised his arms, gesturing to the traffic jam.

As if the universe wanted to prove Dakota wrong, the cars started rolling ever so slowly. It was more movement than they’d seen in the last two hours. “Finally. Do you think you’ll be okay for the rest of the drive?”

“I hope so.” Madix rubbed the back of his neck. “I hate doing this to Riley.”

“He’s singing his worries away with Blair.” Dakota waved his hand in the air.

“I thought I heard Queen.”

Dakota chuckled. “And I think I’m going to take the backroads home, so I’ll pull over whenever you need.”

Before Madix could thank his friend, the car behind them honked at them to get a move on. Dakota shouted unkind words to them and waved goodbye with only one finger.

78 notes • Posted 2021-08-14 20:34:07 GMT

#1

Getting food poisoning by plane food and stuck on a long flight? Any couple you want :))

The flight was 18 hours long. Dinner was served at the four-hour mark, leaving plenty of time for the tainted food to turn everyone’s stomachs. Micah was excluded from this pain however because he didn’t order the chicken dish. Alexi did and he was suffering for it.

The plane’s cabin was dark when Alexi opened his eyes, save for a few lights that the other passengers kept on. He didn’t know why anyone else would be awake at 2am but he knew why he was awake. The weight on his shoulder from his sleeping boyfriend was nothing compared to the weight that settled in his stomach. Alexi grimaced as he shifted around in the small space, trying not to wake Micah who always had a hard time falling asleep in anything that wasn’t his bed.

But Alexi couldn’t help it. He woke up with such discomfort in his whole body that he couldn’t help but fidget. It was the nausea that made him the most restless. He was beyond grateful that his only neighbour was Micah. They specifically chose a row with only two seats because the flight went through the night. Alexi thought he’d be happy to not have a snoring neighbour, but he was actually relived that no stranger would be disturbed by his growling stomach.

And it was growling so loud, but not out of hunger. He could still taste the spices and the sauce from the chicken in his mouth. He was absolutely not in the mood for a midnight snack.

The nausea got worse as he struggled to fall back asleep. His gurgling belly wouldn’t let him finish his rest. The discomfort made him lean forward with his arms wrapped around his middle. As Alexi bent forward in pain, Micah’s head fell from his shoulder.

“Mm?” Micah mumbled as he caught himself. It almost wasn’t enough to disturb his sleep, but then he heard Alexi moan. Seeing Alexi bent over in pain also roused him from his sleep rather quick. “What’s wrong?” His voice was beautifully rough. Micah did always like how his voice sounded first thing in the morning.

“Sorry,” Alexi whispered. He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t a little happy to have company again. “I can’t sleep…Feel sick.”

Micah turned on the light above their heads. Harsh yellow light rained down on them, giving Alexi a sickly complexion. Or maybe he already looked like that. Funnily enough, a few other lights also clicked on throughout the cabin. It seemed other passengers weren’t having the best night either, but Micah didn’t care about the other passengers.

“You’re very pale, baby.” Micah put his hand on Alexi’s warm back. “Are you nauseous?”

With his head in his hands, Alexi nodded slowly. “I really don’t feel good.” A wet burp ended the sentence.

“Do you want to put your head on my shoulder and try to sleep?”

This time Alexi shook his head a bit more frantically. A long gurgle rumbled through his belly as he let out another belch. He shivered from the nausea. “Ugh, I’m so full. It’s like my whole dinner is just sitting in my stomach, rotting.”

Alexi wasn’t far from the truth. It wasn’t long before a flight attendant came over to their seats and confirmed both of their suspicions. The man had been apparently going to every passenger with their light on to say the same thing. “I’m guessing there’s someone feeling sick over here as well. Am I right?”

“Yes, sir,” Micah said, trying to match the man’s loud whisper. “My boyfriend is sick to his stomach.”

“It appears that the chicken dish has given many people food poisoning. I’m sincerely sorry,” the man said, looking around nervously. “Someone will come by with extra bags and ginger ale.”

Alexi groaned upon hearing this. He suddenly felt like the food in his belly was no longer sitting still. He slapped a hand over his mouth as another wet belch reminded him of the taste of dinner. “Micah…let me out. I’m going to puke.”

“There’s probably a crazy line for the bathroom. Just throw up in this bag.” He handed Alexi the barf bag from the seat in front of them.

Alexi sat on the edge of his seat, bouncing his leg so hard that other people might have thought it was turbulence. “I can’t. There’s so much in my stomach. I want a toilet.” His voice cracked as he tried to hold back tears. “…please.”

The tears that finally fell onto Alexi’s cheeks made Micah move. “Fine, but I’m coming with you and I’m bringing this bag.”

With unsteady legs, Alexi jogged down the aisle. He felt Micah’s hand on his shoulders the whole way there. They passed other people who looked as bad as Alexi felt.

Just as Micah guessed, they stopped before getting to the bathroom. The line was so long that they still stood in the aisle, awkwardly waiting next to passengers in their seats.

“Oh God,” Alexi whimpered. There was no more time to wait. He tried to hold back burps that he knew would set everything off.

He turned around and looked at Micah with pleading eyes. “What do I do? There’s all these people. What do I—” A low wet burp escaped while he spoke. Honestly, it was more of a gag than a burp because it splashed the back of Alexi’s throat with something thick.

“Okay,” Micah said worriedly, “I’m sorry, Lex, but you’re doing this here.”

Micah hurriedly opened the barf bag and held it open under Alexi’s chin until the boy held it himself. He pulled Alexi’s closer as if he were giving him a hug. This wasn’t a hug; it was the best privacy that Micah could give his boyfriend.

“Let it out, Lexi.” Micah wrapped his arms around his boyfriend while Alexi gagged against his chest. “Come on, let yourself be sick now.”

Alexi gave a miserable whimper before parting his lips. His whole body shuddered as the vomit came pouring out of his mouth with a harsh retch.

Once he started, there was no stopping. Tears streamed down his face while his stomach continued to purge itself. It came out in a thick stream of orange that burned his nose and throat.

“There you go baby,” Micah cooed as he rubbed the boy’s quivering shoulders. “I’m right here. You’re fine, just keep going.”

Alexi breathed a deep sigh as he got a second of respite. “Oh, my belly…it hurts, Micah. I’m so –uh– full.” He hiccupped from inside Micah’s embrace. He could feel the organ about to send up another gush. “Am I being loud?”

“No, shh, don’t worry about that.” Micah blocked Alexi’s view of the surrounding area. “You’re doing so well. I know it hurts, just keep going until there’s nothing left.”

That point was very far in the future, but Alexi got ever closer to the end as he heaved again. He was too sick to think about the fact that the bag was getting full. He was only focused on aiming and suffering. He was very good at suffering.

Micah on the other hand was aware of how full the bag was getting. They also hadn’t moved very far in the line. He wanted Alexi to feel empty, but he also wanted to not have puke on his shoes. The smell and sight was already invading his senses. He didn’t need a reminder on his shoes.

But Micah kept holding Alexi. He kept rubbing and blocking him from the other passengers. He did this for him even when he got to his second bag. Thankfully a flight attendant arrived in time with the bag. With another ten hours left to the flight, Micah wondered just how many bags Alexi would go through.

“Is it almost my turn?” Alexi asked as he came up for air. His face was sweaty and grey.

Micah wanted to pull him into a real hug, not give him bad news. So that’s what he did. He hugged him and said, “Almost. But you’re now a pro at aiming in this bag, so who cares?”

“Well, there’s another reason I wanted to get into this line, but it’s not urgent…yet.”

“Oh babe,” Micah said, wishing that he could get his boyfriend off this plane. “It’s going to be a long ten more hours, isn’t it?”

“Yep. I’m really gonna need this vacation.”

100 notes • Posted 2021-09-13 20:42:28 GMT

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I posted 3,660 times in 2021

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3479 posts reblogged (95%)

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

If you don’t mind me writing Encanto meta for a bit (because I fucking loved the movie) something I found really interesting is how Luisa is associated with donkeys, especially during her song Surface Pressure.

Like obviously there’s the blatant symbolism of Luisa and donkeys. The donkey is a faithful, sturdy and resistant animal of labour, much like Luisa. They’re built for carrying heavy loads across long distances and they’re very hardy. You give burdens you don’t or can’t carry to your donkey. Donkeys are pretty great.

But also there’s something about the type of tasks Luisa ends up doing with the donkeys and I just think they get into the way the miracle is just used for the town out of convenience rather than use, even to the detriment of the Madrigals themselves. Luisa lifting up a church to move it makes sense to have Luisa do. It’s relatively easy and quick for her and doing it without magic would be a long arduous process that would take a lot of time and resources and hands. Luisa can turn months of hard labour into a couple of minutes of lifting something that is somewhat heavy for her but not that exhausting. It’s a net gain for everyone.

But... why have her gather a bunch of donkeys? It’s probably only going to get finished faster since she can carry a stack of them, but donkey herding is one of those jobs that doesn’t actually require being too strong. It’s mostly just tedious, a menial task that anyone could accomplish so long as the animals don’t get too ornery. Why make Luisa do it when she’s already busy fixing houses and rerouting the river, she’s busy why are you dumping all your time-consuming chores on her on top of the things her Gift would make easier for everyone including Luisa.

JUST SPEND AN AFTERNOON HERDING THE DONKEYS YOURSELF, RANDOM TOWN PERSON.

If I were distributing labour, first of all I would fix the stupid donkey pen. But also I would probably not make Luisa gather up a bunch of wayward donkeys. If she offered, sure, but I could collect the donkeys myself. Or get some other people in town to corral the donkeys. Or if Luisa insisted, maybe I and a few other people could help. But that’s part of the problem the movie was getting at, I think. The town (and Alma) see the members of the Madrigal family as their Gift and how that Gift can benefit the community/abstract concept of family to the point of neglecting their needs as individuals. So rather than giving Luisa tasks where she’d be most useful and then letting her spend the rest of her time for what she wants, having her contribute to the community but still not to the point of taking advantage of her, people just dump every burden on her shoulders.

Which is interesting. Luisa’s Gift should have been a net positive for everyone, including Luisa. Luisa’s Gift means less time spent on labour which means everyone, including Luisa, should get more leisure in general. But instead Luisa gets assigned more and more tasks to the point whatever benefit to Luisa herself is lost. She cannot rest after moving the church and rerouting the river even though she’s turned the labour of months into hours. Now she’s got to herd the donkeys and probably a ton of other chores that normal people could accomplish in a day and altogether take up more time than Luisa has even with her strength.

197 notes • Posted 2021-11-30 20:20:23 GMT

#4

I may be a shuake shipper, but I really don’t like the take that the Phantom Thieves betrayed Joker when they were trapped by Maruki’s reality, or they’re bad friends in general. Because, okay.

Maruki’s reality was designed specifically to prey on trauma. That’s how it worked. Akechi, unlike the rest, did not have a therapy session with Maruki where he revealed his heart and soul, and also Akechi’s entire life sucks so Maruki can’t exactly do a one-off fix of that mess. Meanwhile Joker was implied to be protected by the Velvet Room. There is no reason the other Thieves could have been expected to resist, and the way they try to blame themselves makes me super uncomfortable because no, darling, you’re teenagers who were once again taken advantage of by an adult you trusted and not at fault for falling for Maruki’s brainwashing. Anyone could have (and almost everyone else did) and being tempted by it is totally understandable. They are not weak for being tempted by their dead loved ones coming back to life oh my god.

Now, second point, I do think they are good friends. The issue mainly arises in how Confidants/Social Links often turn what should be a back-and-forth mutual sort of thing more into the protagonist witnessing an individual’s journey. It has to do with how they’re structured and that’s one of the reasons I’m so invested in shuake, because it deviates from this structure in an interesting way and I find it an incredibly unique relationship. But that shouldn’t be turned into a hyperbolic ‘the Thieves don’t care about Joker’ because that’s clearly not the case. I could write a bit more about it, maybe later, but you get my point. They’re good friends. I love them all. No need to bash other characters to uplift the ones you prefer.

230 notes • Posted 2021-04-14 07:45:00 GMT

#3

I watched the q-force trailer and am I the only one a little... uncomfortable with the backlash? I dunno I watched the trailer and while I’m unsure if it’s going to be good (honestly just strikes me as a typical adult animated comedy so far, but queer and also with animated fight scenes so I might watch it) the backlash is so... high-key homophobic to me? Like first there’s the thing about it being stereotypical (even though the show apparently has queer creators so now we’re in the realm of stereotype or queer people authentically representing themselves, and so far most of said stereotypes are just... being gnc? and colourful and sexual and very visibly queer?) but it seems to me more like it’s basing its characters on just like, the queer clubbing scene. So not my personal experience but still a very real experience for a lot of queer people.

And second, once again I don’t know whether it’s good or bad in terms of quality, but the backlash Q-force has received is so extreme compared to the zillions of other mediocre adult animated comedies written by and for cishet people that I’m very suspicious of it, and q-force is not particularly more homophobic than other shows in any way I can see. A lot of the criticism strikes me as that dumb “gays I respect gays I don’t respect” meme as well, just in terms of phrasing and “ironic” homophobic jokes. All we have is a trailer that also doesn’t seem to be very good at being a trailer either, so perhaps we should withhold judgement and ideally stop holding to content created by and starring marginalized people to higher standards than mainstream media that thinks “safe” rep is a 5 second gay kiss between side characters

238 notes • Posted 2021-06-25 22:48:08 GMT

#2

That rank 8 scene where Akechi throws his glove and Joker all dramatic-like and declares it’s a Western tradition is so funny to me because, like, yes I know Akechi is clearly intending it to represent a gauntlet thrown, he outright says so, but like every other thing Akechi does it can be interpreted as incredibly romantic because giving someone a small piece of clothing (often before they risk their lives, with the implication being they’ll have to stay alive to return it to you) also follows the Western tradition of romantic favours

393 notes • Posted 2021-04-09 15:02:56 GMT

#1

The fact that the artists had to fight for Luisa to be buff is fucking wild like... her character just doesn’t work if her biceps are not twice the size of my waist. She’s strong and she needs to look it. She’s hauling piles of donkeys over her shoulder, she can’t be skinny! And could you imagine some frail waif pulling off the banger that is Surface Pressure? No.

513 notes • Posted 2021-12-01 03:18:39 GMT

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Fic Writer Questions

Tagged by @221bsunsettowers and @futures-tense!!! <3 

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

111

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

476,525

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Currently I am only writing for 911: Lone Star. 

In the past I have written for 7 others: Teen Wolf, Voltron, Daredevil, Harry Potter, The Flash, Republic of Doyle, and technically 9-1-1 but I don’t know if that counts because it was a Lone Star crossover fic

4) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Brother (I will hear you call)

A Puzzle I Love to Solve

I'm gonna hold you forever

Friends Like These

tender-hearted sadness pulls me through the day

5) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Probably Someday (But Not Yet). I write a lot of angst, but I usually wrap it up with something happy at the end. This one ended with uncertainty and TK breaking down so I think it just might hold the title.  

(Honorable mention to shut your eyes and fall apart because TK dies at the beginning of that one so there is no possibility of a happy ending 🙃)

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

The majority of them all have at least somewhat happy endings, but take it, it's yours is just all around really fluffy so I guess that one maybe!

7) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t normally but Jamie and I recently finished our 2x03 coda which was a crossover with 9-1-1, so I have one now which makes that the default answer.

8) Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No.

9) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I want to! I used to, too! Someday I’ll get back to responding, but until then know that if you have ever left a comment on my fic I saw it and I loved it 💕

10) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yep 🙃

It’s only happened a few times, most notably with my Nancy/Marjan fic I published last month. It’s not going to change what I write though, so they can just move on with their lives ✌️

Most of the time they come after me for saying I am a feminist which I have some thoughts on, but that’s a whole other post. 

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, and hopefully not at all. 

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but that would be exciting if anyone ever wanted to try!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Jame and I just finished our 2x03 coda and, despite the fact that it took us forever, I enjoyed the process and would be willing to do it again 

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

I’m not usually one much for shipping, but Tarlos has taken over my whole heart and Nancy/Marjan is on the way there too. 

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I had a Teen TK fic started with Owen’s second wife as the main character and I really still love that idea and the topics I was going to cover (and what I already have written), but I feel like I have covered a lot of that in my Enzo fic it’s pretty likely that will just never happen, which is a little sad. 

16) What are your writing strengths?

I want to say banter, so I guess dialogue would be the technical answer  

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Not being able to write anything short. 

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Depends on the situation, context, and characters. I have a lot of thoughts on this too, but no one needs an essay right at this moment.  

19) What was the last fandom you wrote for?

911: Lone Star, still currently writing it!

20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Tie between would’ve loved you for a lifetime (I am a sucker for a non-linear narrative) and I am not what you planned (because Dr. Reyes/enemies to lovers)

Tagging a few that I can think of at the moment, but if you’re not tagged and want to go for it! @reyesstrand @moviegeek03 @silvarafael @paramedicstrand @morganaspendragonss @rafael-silva