#pls let me know if there is anything abt this post that is confusing or could be better executed

[local-dragonfly]

okefenokee swamp mining

The Okefenokee Swamp is located in Georgia, and is the largest blackwater swamp in the United States (438,000 acres). The swamp is part of a wildlife reserve, but is not yet fully legally protected from mining in the state of Georgia. The swamp is bordered by Trail Ridge, an area of elevated earth that protects both the swamp’s wetlands and the St Mary’s and Suwanee Rivers. An Alabama mining company, Twin Pines, is trying to mine for titanium in the Trail Ridge area. This would destroy the earth buildup and disrupt the waters of the swamp. They first became able to mine during the Trump Administration, when Trump reduced protection on waterways, and reduced federal involvement in mining projects. The government also failed to contact the Muskogee Creek Nation about the mining plans. Though Biden overturned many of the changes to waterway restrictions, the fight for the Okefenokee Swamp is still ongoing. The mining could have devastating effects on the wildlife, the swamp itself, and the surrounding communities, leading to floods, wildfires, and the possibly permanent destruction of the swamp.

Things to do: Sign this petition, email GA legislators to support HB-71 (garivers.org has a page to help you email the Georgia Environmental Protection Division here), email the mining company at twinpines.comment@dnr.ga.gov (this is specifically for the 60-day public comment period, which goes from January 19 to March 20)

More Information: https://protectokefenokee.org, https://protectgeorgia.org/#/366, https://www.georgiaconservancy.org/okefenokee/mining

TL;DR: The Okefenokee Swamp is in danger of destruction from a titanium mine. HB-71 will protect it. Learn more here.

[sh1-n0bu]

bello, not sure if your taking requests so this will be my little thirst😼

was thinking about the elf bf and how intimacy is so foreign to him! How good your touches feel on his heated skin but what was this odd feeling? The coil in his tummy getting tighter with each grind of his hips on your thigh. The feeling felt so weird.. it feels good? is this good? he doesn’t want to disappoint you, or worse, scare you away! so he stops himself, letting his hips slow their grind for a moment. Inadvertently edging himself!

id like to imagine if he touched himself he would stop before cumming as well, he doesn’t know what it is! it feels so odd, makes him feel hot all over!

After he slows his grinds, you would be a bit confused…, does he not want to cum? or does he want to wait til your inside him? it takes a bit before you even think that maybe he hasn’t gotten that far before, the idea that you get to corrupt him making your face heat. Goodness he would be so pretty, teary eyes begging for you to slow down. Hips bruised from how rough you had grabbed him!

and to think, when he finally cums? its so overwhelming. heat spreading through his body, mind numbing as his legs twitch slightly? his pretty cock leaking onto his stomach? GOOD LORD I NEED IT💥💥💥

ty for listening nobu🫶🏼 we love you pls dont die

(low key my first ask, hope you enjoyed as i dont write much)

bellooooo, me is not taking requests for now but im still open for brainrots/thirsts!!!!

good lawdddd y’all gotta stop corrupting me more, my horny level can’t keep up guys. so i haven’t read the history of middle earth and all abt the biologies and cultures of the races tolkien created but i have come across multiple posts or points of people pointing out that sex and intimacy is an extremely important and raw thing. like how a constant friction creates fire over time and how that fire spreads into a wildfire that consumes everything, that’s how it is to elves and their culture. courting is important and it could go for a very long time until they decide to officially tie the knot. yet even after getting married, the consummation won’t happen in a while, first the couple must at least intertwine their fëa (soul) and so, the consummation act is more intense and powerful. its a very draining thing, when elves fuck, they fuck. long and hard, probably all night and into the next morning and even evening perhaps. they’re immortals, they have a monster amount of stamina

so with this info in mind, u gotta realize that elves do have knowledge of sex, how it usually feels etc and how near sacred it is to their kin. love is a fragile thing that will cross their eternal life only once and when they love, boy do they love. yet something tells me that despite having knowledge of sex, masturbation and other fleshly pleasures, they don’t participate in it much. its like they barely have anything that gets them pent up or sexually frustrated until they fall in love. and if it is a mortal? oh boy, they are confused and yearning. it’s like an instant neuron activation for them

the poor elf would barely know what to do with these thoughts and imaginations of you and him in such a compromising position. images of you guiding him through your first times together, holding hands, whispering sweet nothings into his sensitive, pointy ear while he shrivels with embarrassing noises on your lap. oh how those calloused, hardened hands would feel when tightly fisting at his cock, draining him dry and milking every last drop of his cum. how those long, thick fingers would feel when thrusting inside him, scissoring him open and making him squeal. good god, don’t even get him started on the dirty images he thinks of you when he looks at those arms and thighs of yours, he’s imagining himself riding that muscle until he soils his pants or how your hands would push his head down to fully swallow your cock into his throat

would it taste as how it is described in the eroticas? would your precum be salty as your thick cock head pushes past his soft lips with your soothing voice instructing him to “open wide, puppy”? would you be so mean as to fist at his gorgeous locks and fuck into his mouth, use him to your own pleasure? he would be a good puppy for that, taking whatever you had to give him with red cheeks and hands obediently held on his lap. like a good puppy, he would open his mouth, tongue out like an eager little dog waiting for the taste of his favorite snack as you stroke your dick, a low moan falling as he finally taste your load shoot into his awaiting open jaws

and when his dirty thoughts are finally granted and turned into reality? he’s a goner. scrambling on his feet, tripping over his words, mind blanking as he feels your hands grope his ass over the linen of his pants. feeling like a young ellon rather than the full grown elf he is when your hands fiddle with the buckle of your belt, gulping down the saliva in his mouth as he sees your strap spring out of your undergarment

with a shaky hand, he would grip your strap, meagerly stroking his hands up and down with a stuttered “i-is this okay…?” oh dear stars, how badly you wanted to just fuck him dumb right then and there, seeing the cute pouting lips, big eyes staring at you for an approval as he weakly asks for your preference. how fast he is to crumble when he feels your rough hand wrap around both your and his own dicks, stroking them together with a slow pace, occasionally spitting on them. his mind was already blanking, and he was sure that he had already came into your hand the moment you touched him

“w-wait a—annh!! mmh uhnng♡︎ h-hold owwnn♡︎ i ju-ust c-came! i came alreanngh already...♡︎!!” the poor elf weakly cried out, falling back into the sea of soft pillows as his hands shook by his chest, where he held them close to himself. he was sure you could hear the rapid beating of his heart, embarrassed by the noises he kept letting out despite biting down on his lips to shut himself up. poor sweetheart, doesn’t even know that the thing dripping down onto his stomach is his pre-ejaculation and not his cum! “shh shh… it’s alright, darling. i’ll be sure to teach you all about the fleshly pleasures tonight♡︎” and you were going to absolutely ruin him

sweet virgin elf who crumples into a heap of mess after experiencing his first cum. moaning and even squealing as his hands flailed around, unable to choose whether to hold onto your arms or to claw at the blanket beneath himself as you continue to keep going despite his whines of having already came. you were so mean, quickening your pace and even squeezing your dicks together, he was so sure that he blacked out when you first did that or swiped a thumb over his oozing tip. arms covering his face to hide the flush of his cheeks and the drooped ears, crying out to you that he was going to die. so dramatic

“sh-stooohpp..! stop stopstopstop—stop it♡︎♡︎! i came!! i nyaagh ungh guhc—came! i alreaawdyy camee…♥︎!” the elf cried out, already slurring his words together as his hips grind back and forth on the bed until your free hand comes up to keep it down in place with a bruising grip. your sweet boyfriend could only cry out, a broken whine falling as he shook his head, looking down at your hand that held down his hip before shifting to look at where your cocks were touching. held together in a tight fist, your hand already soiled with his cute load of precum as well as his stomach. he never noticed it before but gods, your strap was dwarfing him in size and girth. he would surely die if he takes that big thing inside himself!

but when you don’t seem to hear his pleas and only continue to fuck your strap and his weeping cock together in a faster pace into the tight grip of your fist — even rocking your hips forward too! — the poor elf was sure he was going to see the bright skies of valinor that night. whimpers turning into broken wails, punched out sobs of your name falling out of his now bloodied lips as he covers his face with his hands. he could feel the hot tears that fell from his eyes, wiping them away with cute pathetic sniffles as you tighten your fist just at the heads. another squeeze and one more before he was crying out your name in a shrill scream, his legs around your hips tightening, shaking even, as he finally feels himself cumming alongside you. translucent colored seeds mixing together, dirtying his stomach and even shooting up to his heaving chest

“…s-shoo goowdd… aaanh hhagc—♡︎ c-cum..♥︎ cumming ’gainn hhgaaa♥︎ ughk haahg [n-naawme], [namenamenamena—]♥︎♥︎” the elf sobbed out weakly, a putty in your hands as he feels his cock slowly grow flaccid. if it weren’t for the rough pads of your fingers tracing circles around his clenching rim and the feeling of your clean hand push away his hands from his face, your elf bf would have most definitely been sure that he had died and was re-embodied. yet despite the fuzziness in his brain and the way his blood seemed to circulate too quickly through his veins, his body unconsciously pressed itself against you, against your fingers as if seeking for more pleasure

thats enough thirsting yall, go do yalls assignments

[sushiwriterhere]

speak to me

summary: "Not that he wouldn’t do it all over again in a heartbeat, because it was always you two as a team, but he hated seeing you withdraw, lean into what was safe as a child."  rating: teen + up (my blog is 18+) pairing: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x f!reader word count: 2.8k warnings: angst, mentions of past emotional abuse (not bradley), no use of y/n.  notes: i'm very nervous abt posting this, please let me know what you think. it’s part of the coming home to you universe. thank you a million times to @waklman for your support <;3 my other works are here tagging: @sebsxphia @roosterbruiser @bradshawburner @gretagerwigsmuse @sometimesanalice @joaquinwhorres @roosterforme @bradshawsbitch - pls let me know if you'd like to be added/removed

Bradley knew something was wrong when he got home and the house was too quiet. There was no music playing, no sound of you cooking, none of the usual ambient noise you seemed to love making. He closed the door softly behind him, actually taking the time to quietly set his boots by the door and not slam the laundry room door the way he knew irritated you. Maybe you were asleep?

He thought he heard some rustling from the bedroom, and as he made his way there he heard the distinct sound of wood cracking into wood. You slammed a drawer shut as he finally peeked into the bedroom and saw you surrounded by laundry. He stood silently as you finished folding another sweatshirt and opened another drawer with a hostility he almost didn’t know was possible. You closed it with a wham! sound. 

“Now I don’t know what that dresser did but I don’t think it’s going to be able to apologize.” Bradley tried for lightheartedness, seeking eye contact.

You whirled around, eyes narrow and brows scrunched low over your eyes. Maintaining eye contact, you closed the last open drawer with your hip, letting it slam shut unnecessarily hard again. 

“Hey now,” That dresser had been expensive, and although he understood the need to let your anger out physically, he really didn’t want to pay to replace it.

You ignored him in favor of continuing to do laundry in a huff. He hadn’t seen you this upset in a long time. Bradley wracked his brain for what might’ve happened—no work stuff he could recall, nothing he might’ve said. You usually texted him if your parents reached out, letting him know you’d be upset. But this was clearly directed at him, a blistering sort of anger he hadn’t seen in a while.

He stepped further into the room and waited for you to finish the pile of laundry that had been sprawled out over the perfectly made bed. Above all, he just wanted you to look at him. He hated the thought that you were hiding from him, that you were so upset you couldn’t even meet his gaze.

When you finally seemed to work up the courage to speak your mind, your eyes were red with unshed tears and he could tell your heartbeat was racing. The two of you were standing so close, yet so far apart.

“Will you tell me what happened?” His voice was barely above a whisper, almost blending in with the sound of the fan overhead. 

“I’m here for the long haul, and I really, truly, thought you were too. I guess you just trust Hangman to know the truth about us more than me.” Your shoulders rose and fell as you breathed heavily in your anger, fighting to keep your tone at a regulated volume. 

Bradley watched, more confused than anything else, as you continued to work yourself up, the tears on your lash line evidence of just how upset you were, “You ask me to move into your house and you bring me into your life, and if it’s really not that serious then maybe I should leave.”

“Babe, what on earth are you talking about?”

Wrong response. Immediately, you curled in on yourself, squeezing your eyes shut, and he watched as all the fight left your body. He watched as you fought every instinct to lash out again or shut down on him. 

He’d been there for you when things had gotten bad with your parents, when petty fights with your mom turned into days long, drawn out arguments. You two had worked hard to get past the part of you that was terrified of confrontation but felt the need to lash out in fear, terrified that one disagreement would send him running for the hills. You had worked through the part of him that lashed out in anger, set off kilter by too much grief too early in his life, but still afraid that you’d see him for who he thought he truly was.

It had been a hard won achievement. Not that he wouldn’t do it all over again in a heartbeat, because it was always you two as a team, but he hated seeing you withdraw, lean into what was safe as a child.

He reached for you and you flinched. His hand dropped to his side.

“Please, let’s talk about this. I want to fix it. I’m not going anywhere.” You two stood, a couple feet apart, and yet Bradley felt like you were worlds away. 

He watched as you took a step back and angrily wiped at the tears now streaming down your face. It took everything in him not to smother you in the biggest hug he possibly could; looking at you crying made his chest hurt.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you drew your knees to your chest with a deep exhale. Bradley remained standing, still too nervous to come into your space again.

“I walk into the kitchen this morning and you’re talking to Hangman on the phone and you say, ‘It’s not that serious. It’ll happen when it happens. Well, if it happens.’ And then you laughed, and said, ‘But definitely not any time soon, if ever. And she knows and agrees. Probably not in the cards for us.’ What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Your voice was shaky and your hands trembled where they were clasped around your knees.

Before Bradley could respond, you looked up at him, with tears streaming down your face, “I thought we were going to get married. And then you’re apparently talking to Hangman about how that’s not the case? I don’t know what you want from me, Bradley.”

He stood there, shell shocked. He wasn’t sure why his body wouldn’t move, why he couldn’t reassure you. 

Mav had called him a few days before to ask about if he would ever come to teach at Top Gun, if he’d think about it. Bradley had responded that he didn’t think they’d invite him to, and privately, he was reminded of how many nights he’d shared his fears about being in charge of training. He’d tucked his face into your neck and whispered terrible thoughts about him being responsible for someone like Goose losing their life. You’d told him he never had to do anything he didn’t want to, orders be damned. 

He’d never said anything because if he acknowledged it, then he had to acknowledge that Mav, of all people, had encouraged him to return and stay at Top Gun. Mav, of all people, notorious for never doing anything he was told, for chasing an admiral’s daughter to the ends of the earth, calling him and telling Bradley he should consider following orders not yet given. 

“Great, you can’t even say anything to me.” You stood shakily, and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind you.

That was somehow worse than anger, than yelling. Bradley felt off kilter when the roles were reversed.

Early on in your relationship, there had been a fight. A bad one. Neither of you could ever remember what it was about, just that Bradley had almost raised his voice at you in frustration, in hurt, and all the color had drained from your face. It was immature, it was everything Bradley didn’t want in his relationship with you. 

You had looked him directly in the eye and said firmly, “If you ever, ever, dare to treat me the way I was treated the entire first eighteen years of my life, I will walk out without a single second thought and you will never see me again.” 

Both of you understood how serious that was. Now that he was staring at the closed bathroom door, his blood running cold, he somehow felt like he understood the meaning of the other shoe dropping. 

He was clear about his intentions from the beginning. You had no idea, but he had started saving for a ring after your second date. At some point he’d got access to your Pinterest account and had started a bookmarks folder on his phone that he browsed whenever he missed you too much on long deployments.

He could only imagine the betrayal and fear you must’ve felt, thinking that after he had asked you to move in, promised you forever, that he was talking to Hangman about how he had been lying the entire time.

He hadn’t told you about the conversation with Mav because it felt like a throwaway, or maybe a punishment–Top Gun had too many memories sometimes. A part of him swore he saw Goose walking through the hallways on occasion. Once, when Mav had been laughing at something Phoenix had said to him, he looked so young it shook Bradley to his core to think that’s what he might’ve looked like with Goose by his side. 

At the same time, part of him was angry that you’d think that low of him. That you’d think he would have the capacity to lie to you like that. Why couldn’t you just talk to him without jumping to slamming drawers and a weak attempt at the silent treatment?

Distantly, he remembered you talking about getting yelled at for bringing up serious conversations when your parents were in a rush, when it was late at night. For bringing up your emotions at all. He remembered how he’d leaned down to kiss you on the forehead before rushing out the door that morning. He’d called out that he loved you into the house without listening for a response before he was on his way. The door had slammed so hard behind him.

Knocking gently on the bathroom door, he did his best to project some semblance of reassurance, “Babe? Will you let me in?”

“It’s not locked.” You mumbled on the other side of the door. 

Pushing the door open, Bradley found you crouched on the bathroom floor, in the same position as you had been on the bed, arms wrapped tightly around your knees. He settled himself next to you, and pushed himself closer til the two of you were smooshed together and your head came to settle on his shoulder.

Not all was lost.

“I’m sorry. You uh, walked into the middle of a conversation that was very much not about me not wanting to spend the rest of my life with you.” He started, pausing to let you respond. 

You were silent, letting the air fill with that awkwardness that he usually felt the need to fill. This time was no different. Bradley always did hate odd silences when it came to you (him and Mav could stare each other down til the sun burned itself out). 

“Mav called me a couple days ago,” The sigh that left him felt like he was exhaling pieces of broken glass, “He asked if I would consider being stationed here long term. Permanently. But uh, specifically as a Top Gun instructor.”

At that, you finally moved and he could feel your stare burning holes into his profile. He slowly turned to make eye contact with you. You were still teary-eyed, your posture still tense in that way that you always carried yourself when you thought an argument was going to be bad. Sitting pressed up against each other always seemed to ease that, even if slightly. 

“I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want it to be real. Hangman called and asked about it because apparently Mav had asked him the same thing. I thought that if I–” 

Now he was starting to get choked up. 

Losing Goose hadn’t felt real when it had happened. Some things happen when you’re too young to understand the gravity of the situation. Bradley had known Goose was gone but for the longest time, he couldn’t really understand where. His mom was sick with grief afterwards and no one was really in a position to explain exactly what death meant. 

When both him and Carole were gone, it was sometimes easier to just not acknowledge the thousand-pound weight of having lost both of his parents far too young. Talking about these fears and anxieties in the light of days made Bradley feel like he was trying to cough up glass. That maybe if he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, it would come away shredded to pieces, a mix of blood where the source was indistinguishable between his lungs and his skin.

“If I told you about it, then it would be real. I know it isn’t silly, but it feels silly to say that I’m terrified of being in the position where someone dies under my watch during training. I can’t be the one to supervise something like... Like what happened. We always prepare ourselves not to come home from missions, but less so when I walk out the door after having made sure your coffee is ready and shouting goodbye.”

His thumbs wiped heavily across your cheekbones as he desperately tried to clear the tears from your face. You leaned your face into his palms til your foreheads were touching. Bradley was pretty sure there would be a puddle of tears when you both finally stood up.

“Bradley, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I–I should have trusted you more; I do trust you. I yelled at you and I was unfair and... You’ve never given me a reason to doubt that you’re committed to me, I’m sorry.” You were whispering and there were tears running down his wrists as he kept a firm grip on your face. 

“I love you so fucking much.” He drew you fully into his lap so he could cradle you and press his lips to the crown of your head, “I’m never leaving you, I’m sorry I made you think that for even a split second.”

“I’m sorry I made this about me. I know you miss him, I know you miss them all the time, babe. I love you.”

There were moments in his life when Bradley thought he was going to black out from the physical pain that the grief of losing both his parents brought. On graduation day from his undergraduate degree, Bradley found himself dry heaving over a toilet that morning. His parents were supposed to be there. 

(The only comfort from that memory was that, years later, Mav had told him that he had attended. He’d taken pictures, laid flowers at Carole and Nick’s graves for him, somehow purchased his graduation pictures to keep on his bulletin board.)

As he held your sobbing form on the bathroom floor of your shared home, he thought about how much Goose and Carole would love you. He thought about how many shared holiday vacations you two would never get together, about all the times he’d wanted to call his mom to make sure he was getting a birthday, an anniversary, something right. 

He kept pressing your lips together and murmuring apologies and I love you’s. As he did, he thought about the several grand burning a hole in his pocket in the high yield savings account the bank teller had recommended to him however many months, years at this point, ago. 

(“Saving for that special day? If it’s a relatively long ways away, I’d recommend an HYSA.” He was a friendly older man, a worn gold band on his left hand. 

“It’s uh, it’s only our second date, sir.” Bradley felt like he was sweating through every layer of clothing he was wearing. “I mean, she’s agreed to go on a third, but–” 

The teller held up a hand to silence him and smiled softly, “There’s nothing you have to explain to me, son. I knew after our first date, too. Been married forty three years this summer.”)

“I loved you from the moment I met you, I’m going to marry you, and you’re going to make me the happiest man alive. We’ll do whatever kind of wedding you want, we can have Mav officiate and we can invite the whole Dagger Squad. I’ll even let you have Phoenix as a bridesmaid.” 

Every promise Bradley had ever thought about making you flowed out of him like water, he couldn’t stop himself if he tried. It was all he could do to reassure you, and himself, that he wasn’t going anywhere. 

One day the nightmares of you as Carole and him as Goose would stop waking him up in a cold sweat, making sure you were tucked tightly to his chest like you could’ve managed to go somewhere if he was home, or spending hours til wake up call re-reading texts and staring at photos of you. You suspected, but you never made him talk about it. 

Sometimes things are better left undiscussed until everyone’s ready. One day, he’d be ready. Til then he had you, a plan forming in his mind, and a bank account to check on.

[aanoia]

Reunions and Goodbyes

Peter Quill x reader

Summary; after your best friend disappeared you made a name for yourself with the help of the Avengers, what happens when you accidently find said best friend again? But in space?

Words; abt 1,300

Warnings; death 😋, not proofread

I kinda hate this but kinda love it but kinda want to burn it at the stake. Yk?

Btw yalls can manipulate metal, like magneto, but cooler

Requests are open! Requests are welcome and encouraged! (Pls I'm desperate) Fandom list is my pinned post! (REQUEST SOMETHING, ANYTHING, LEAVE ME A CUTE NOTE, PLEASE IM SO BORED WITH LIFE RN🙏🙏)

“We might uh, um turn! Turn! Turn!” Peter P. said as the ship ran into a demolished building, causing the whole thing to shake.

“Oh Lord.” I mumbled under my breath forcing a piece of metal to lower itself in front of me and steadying myself. Peter P. grunted as we crashed onto the ground, Stephen doing his best to steady us.

The ship came to a stop and I took a breath of relief, letting go of the metal as Peter P. hung upside down on his web.

“Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something and I eat one of you, I’m sorry.”

I shook my head with a laugh.

“I do not want another single pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip, you understand?”

“Uh, he’s just trying to tell us someone is coming.” I warned and Peter P. nodded.

“Thank you, Y/n.” He thanked me as a little metal ball rolled in between us. In just a moment it exploded, sending us backwards. I grunted as I hit the ground and looked up to see two red eyes coming in from the fog, followed by silhouettes of other people.

A big one yelled and threw knives at Stephen, who blocked them with his shield, making the man scream in anger before getting tackled by Cape. The one with red eyes began shooting while flying up in the air, Tony following after him, his mask now on. Tony shot a blast at the guy who dodged it but ran into a piece of metal I placed next to him.

“Ah!” I heard Peter P. screech and I looked to him to see an alien girl leaning over him, her tendrils glowing. “Woah woah woah, please don’t put your eggs in me!” He shot her with webs causing her to yelp in surprise before the red eyed guy kicked Peter down.

Tony took Capes spot above the man as the guy with red eyes held onto Peter P. from behind, a gun pointed to his head. I held my hands up, hood covering my eyes as metal flew around me, aiming at both the red eyed and the big guy.

“Everybody stay where you are, chill the f out!” He brought his hand up and his mask retracted. I shivered as a sudden wave of familiarity filled my body. Do I know this guy? “I’m gonna ask you this one time, where is Gamora?”

“Yeah, I’ll do you one better!” Tony said as his mask also retracted. “Who’s Gamora?”

“I’ll do you one better, why is Gamora?” The big one said from beneath Tony. I looked at Stephen who looked just as confused as me.

“Tell me where the girl is or I swear to you I’m gonna french fry this little freak.”

“Woah, watch your tone there, man.” I told him, waving the metal in the air. His eyes flashed with something unrecognizable, but I ignored it.

“Let’s do it. Shoot my guy and I’ll blast him! Let’s go!” Tony threatened.

“Do it Quill! I can take it!” The big man said and my stance faltered. Quill?

“No! He can’t take it!” An alien looking girl I didn’t even realize was there yelled.

“She’s right. You can’t.” Stephen said calmly.

“Oh, yeah? You don’t wanna tell me where she is? That’s fine! I’ll kill all four of you and I’ll beat it out of Thanos myself!” He pushed the gun harder against Peter P.’s head. “Starting with you.

“Wait what?” Stephen asked. “All right, let me ask you this one time. What master do you serve?”

I snorted, “What is he supposed to say, Jesus?” I said as red eyes guy said the same thing, just with “I” instead of "he.” He looked at me with wide eyes.

“Woah, weird.” Peter P. mumbled.

“Wait, you’re from Earth?” Tony asked.

“Not from Earth, I’m from Missouri.”

“Hey, that’s where Y/n’s from.” Peter said quietly, but apparently only I heard him as everyone continued talking. 

“Yeah, that’s on Earth, dipshit. What are you hassling us for?”

“Wait, so you’re not with Thanos?” Peter asked shakily.

Red eyed guy looked at Peter P. incredulously, “With Thanos? No, I’m here to kill Thanos. He took our gir- wait, who are you?” 

Peter’s mask retracted. “We’re the Avengers, man.” 

“You’re the ones Thor told us about!” The alien girl said and the red eyes guy looked at me in thought.

“You know Thor?” Tony asked.

“Yeah, tall guy, not that good looking.” Red eyes guy said, not breaking his gaze. “Needed saving.”

“Where is he now?” Stephen asked.

My metal dropped to the floor with a loud bang, making everyone jump.

“Y/n?” Peter P. asked and I lowered my hood, looking straight at red eyes guy with teary eyes.

I walked closer to him, my heart thumping heavily.

“What is it? Y/n?” Tony asked.

“Peter?” I whispered to red eyes guy who stared intently at me.

His eyes widened, “Y/n?” He whispered back.

“They know each other?” Peter P. asked Tony and Stephen who shrugged, just as lost as him.

I laughed in relief and tackled him in a hug, squeezing tightly as a few stray tears left my eyes. It had been years since I had last seen him. We were eight. He disappeared right after his mother died and I never fully recovered. It had been a while, and we were only eight and it was so dumb, but I loved him so much.

“I can’t believe you’re alive.” I said to him quietly, finally letting go to look at him. “What happened to you?”

“I was literally abducted by aliens.” he said and I laughed.

“What’s going on?” Tony asked.

“I know this guy. He’s a good guy.” I told him, not providing an explanation on purpose.

Tony nodded, knowing it was pointless to pry. I would tell him when I was ready.

“Okay, have your little reunion thing, I’m gonna make a plan.” He said and walked off with Stephen. 

“So you’re telling me that after you left you literally joined a superhero team with Captain freaking America?”

I laughed, “You work with a tree! And a racoon!”

“Speaking of, I hope you and Rocket get to meet. I feel like he’d like you.”

“I hope I can meet all of your new friends.”

Peter Q. grabbed my hand, “I’ve really missed you, Y/n. You’re the reason I almost came back to Earth so many times.”

“I’ve missed you too, Peter.” I said and he leaned in slowly. My eyes flickered down to his lips as fast footsteps came towards us.

“Y/n! Help! He’s gonna kill me!” Peter P. said, out of breath as the big guy, who I now know is Drax, ran behind him. I laughed loudly before looking back at Peter Q.

“Sorry, sister from another mister duty calls, Peter Q. Gotta go save my brother.” I said and stood up, quickly pressing a kiss to Peter Q’s cheek before running after Peter P. and Drax.

Bonus

“Peter! No!” I yelled with teary eyes as Peter Q. began turning to dust. I ran up to him, placing my hand on his slowly disintegrating cheek. “No, I just got you back!” I cried.

“I love you, Y/n/n.” he whispered before disintegrating. I cried harder at the use of the nickname he gave to me when we were si

I heard the other Peter cry and desperately beg for help, I turned around quickly, running over to the other Peter who was laying down while holding tightly onto Tony.

“No, not you too.” I said, holding tightly onto his hand.

“I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go.” He said over and over and I shushed him through my own tears, gently pushing his hair from his face.

“Shh, it’s gonna be okay, Peter. You’re gonna be okay, alright?” I said and softly hummed him his favorite song. The notes turned into sobs as he disappeared, not paying attention as yet another person I loved disappeared, leaving only Tony, Nebula, and I. All alone.

[totallynoteggos]

What if chad true to steal the readers candy spray but he trys it and the the SOUREST candy to ever exist/the sourest candy in the world, but when we try it we have no reaction? I think it would be funny to see him having the biggest reaction to it (and he can't handle it) but we have no reaction to the sour candy spray

AHHHHH good idea🤭 Also thanks for the Chad Dickson Asks (I have another one in the works abt reader having Vitiligo & ima post it tmr) & Reader is Numbuh 6 also if anyone else decides to send Chad asks please specify if it's Supreme Leader Chad or Teen Traitor Chad pls

Tw: None expect Chad being jealous & trying to be a macho man

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TOO SOUR!!!

Numbuh 274 looked in confusion at the little spray bottle his secretary, Numbuh 6, had stashed in her candy bag. It was a small, lime-green bottle with a black label & cap. On the label it only said “Green Apple”, he could guess it's the flavor but he didn't know for sure. And yes Chad knew snooping in your crush's Candy bag was bad. But she did say he could grab anything he wanted from it so it's fine, Right??

He curiously popped the cap off & gave the candy a sniff, “Huh, weird…” he mumbled as it didn't smell like pure sugar like he hoped. In fact, the smell reminded him of a citrus. Numbuh 6 was notorious for having sweets on her at all times. Her love for confectionery could rival Numbuh 5 if she wasn't stationed on moon base. But throughout all the time they spent together, never once had he seen her eat anything sour.

The blond narrowed his blue eyes at the bottle in suspicion as he jammed the cap back on the bottle. “Who did she get you for??” he wondered, referring to the spray candy in his hands. He didn't personally know any kid that liked sour things. Well, other than…. Chad glared at the small bottle as he brought it closer to his face “I swear to God. If your for Numbuh34 , I'm sending him on a mission with Numbuh 13 & Numbuh 86…” he whispered with furrowed brows

He then chuckled dryly as he stood up, tossing the bottle from hand to hand. “I mean what's so good about him huh??” he asked none in particular “I mean, I guess he's like strong or whatever!” he said as he unbuckled his helmet & threw it onto his now vacant seat. “& he has good hair!” he huffed as he walked around the the front of his desk & a sat down.

“But I'm the THE. SUPREME. LEADER!” Chad shouted as he tossed his hands in the air. “THE. BEST there EVER was!!” he ripped the cap off of the sour spray, somehow not noticing the label on the rim that said “WARNING: SUPER DUPER SOUR!!!”

he raised it up to his mouth and in a cocky, boyish manner yelled “He’s got NOTHING on me-” The doors of his office suddenly slammed open as he saw Numbuh 6 franticly looking at him “Wait! NO! Don't-” she shouted but it was a second too late. His pointer finger has pressed down as the liquid got sprayed in his mouth.

Numbuh 6 rushed to him & took the spray from his hands. “OMG how much did you spray?!?!” she shouted as she grabbed him by the face & brought him close. Chad blushed at their proximity before answering “One spray? Wh-” Numbuh 6 watched his face contort as if it was putty, the sourness had kicked in.

“Cuz you idiot! That was my super duper sour spray from Russia!!!” Numbuh 6 shouted as she picked up the bottle. When she looked up she noticed that Chad hadn't moved a centimeter, the sourness for the candy had frozen him.

Numbuh 6 watched with hooded eyes as he twitched once in a while but overall remained a statue. The girl just sighed before pulling his rolly chair from behind the desk to the opposite of Chad & sat there. After 5 minutes she heard him shudder and make a odd noise. Numbuh 274 looked at Numbuh 6 with wide eyes

“Never EVER let me do that again….” he said as he hollowly stared at her. Numbuh 6 giggled as she gave a two-fingered salute “Will do blondie!” she said before spraying two pumps of the Super Duper Sour Spray in her mouth. Chad looked at her like she had grown two heads before swallowing thickly.

& the next thing Numbuh 6 knew he was running around the room yelling as the second wave of sourness hit him. “HELP ME HELP ME!!” he yelled as he picked up a trash can and spit all of his (what she could guess tasted sour) spit into it. Numbuh 6 simply perched her legs on his desk & spritzed more spray into her mouth.

“Mmmmm? No.” she said looking at him. Chad’s head snapped up to look at her bewildered “W-why?!?” he yelled as he started to cry from the sourness. Numbuh 6 coldly replied “Cuz you took something from me without asking” She then took her feet off the desk & sat facing her crush. “And that's not very nice. Is it Chad?” Chad groaned tiredly “Ok! I'm sorry for eating something you hid!” he said “I'll never do it again!!” Numbuh 6 snickered as she pulled out a water bottle & dropped a red tablet in that dissolved. She threw it over to Chad who caught & chugged it within seconds.

When he finished he huffed as he let his body relax against the wall “I'll never steal something from you ever again.” he groaned out. Numbuh 6 giggled as she got up & Sat beside him. “You better not,” she said “also it's my candy” Chad turned to her confused “Huh?” “The Spray.” She said, “It's mine.” Now Chad looked at her in a mix of fear & astonishment. “You scare me…” he said. Numbuh 6 just laughed before pecking his cheek. “I know.” Then she got up & left the room as Chad blushed as he held the cheek she kissed. Unknown to him Numbuh 6 mentally screamed at herself as she sped walked down the corridors to go tell Numbuh 362 about just happened

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[s4turnzbarzzz]

yo so im new to tumblr so heres an intro/masterlist post. please read this fully and interact with this before interacting with my blog!

sorry this is long but im not putting a cut so i know people will at least see everything on it

last updated: 17/10/2023 (dd/mm/yyyy)

before you start reading, i will update this when needed. if you think i should add something on here let me know so i can add it here!

about me!!

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♡ my names saturn, im genderfluid, im hard of hearing and im autistic. my favorite color is light pink and my favorite genre of music is hardstyle edm! my favorite movie is house of wax (2006) but i love slasher films in general ♡ i love writing so i figured that id bring my writing online to you guys

♡ i speak english but if you request something in another language i can try to figure it out with google translate but no promises that ill get your ask correct since google translate is funky sometimes

♡ im usually really nice but assholes will be blocked so if you come on here requesting something that i will not write or youre just mean to me i will not hesitate to block you

♡ i love pairing people with characters so please feel free to ask

♡ im a writer so feel free to send in a request, however, no promises that ill respond in a timely manner. ill try my best to respond asap but life can get in the way of that

*games/movies/series i will write for*

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○ horror movie characters

○ repo! the genetic opera (main characters, aged up shiloh)

○ resident evil 1-8

○ dead by daylight (killers and survivors)

○ fran bow

○ undertale (main characters)

○ deltarune (main characters)

○ night in the woods (main characters)

○ coraline

○ beetlejuice

○ cod (any)

○ tf2

○ tmnt (main characters)

○ sallyface (main characters)

○ puss in boots the last wish (pibtlw)

*who i will not write smut for*

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● fran bow (fran bow)

● little misfortune (little misfortune)

● susie (dead by daylight)

● charolette and victor (dead by daylight)

● frisk, chara, and kris (undertale/deltarune)

● coraline and wybie (coraline)

● lydia (beetlejuice)

*what i will write*

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◇ headcanons

◇ shitposts

◇ lgbtqia+ reader

◇ underage characters (sfw only)

◇ nsfw (any topics like descriptive gore, not limited to smut)

◇ sfw

◇ fluff

◇ smut

◇ cnc (consenual non-consent)

◇ gore

◇ mental health issues

◇ male reader

◇ female reader

◇ gender neutral reader

◇ trans reader (pls be specific since i get confused abt trans labels easily)

◇ polyamorous reader

◇ platonic

◇ romantic

*what i might write*

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☆ furry reader

☆ oc in place of reader

☆ character x character (can be poly but that might get confusing for me to write)

*what i will not write*

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asking for the following will get you blocked

■ pedophilia

■ incest

■ rape

■ beastiality

■ suicide

■ underage x adult (yes im aware this is pedophilia but im putting it again because its fucking disgusting)

(ex. lydia x beetlejuice unless platonic)

■ piss

■ scat

■ vore

like i said at the beginning, if you think i should add something let me know so i can put it on here!

also if anything could be worded differently to make it easier to understand please let me know

[sugar-omi]

i HAVE TO SHARE THISW SOMEONE!!! picture this . marching band cove . ghegegrgrrgrgrrbrbrbnnnn. i’m on colorguard and i think he would march mello or trumpet 🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺 EEEEE i’m sorry for gushin

omg idk anything about marching band or instruments

i literally played violin once in 3rd grade and i havent touched one since

ANYWAY YES YES YES AND ALSO YOU REMINDED ME ABT WHAT I WAS THINKING OF EARLIER (eta: okay this... became a bit more nsfw at the end than I intended but it's just implied and I can't be bothered to move this to a separate post since I'm on my phone rn but I think I need to write a full fic on this.

ANYWAY IF U WANNA SKIP THRU THIS GO AHEAD BC I RAMBLED WAY TOO MUCH N IM SORRY I TOTALLY TOOK OVER UR RAMBLE <///3 TYSM FOR GUSHING TO ME <33333 cove playong a instrument of any kind would be so asffdfhjlhq AND HE'DBE A BIT SASSY N HE JUST KNOWS HES THE SHIT... PLS...)

okay imagine band au and lets say youre the main singer, and cove is on bass/electric guitar or smth

and a lot of your songs start to become about cove. about being in love with him. about thinking about having him in your bed. about his eyes and how he makes you feel like you're drowning bc you love him so much.

and sometimes you lean into him during a song, doing a little dance step with him and the audience can see how much you yearn for each other.

OR EVEN BETTER IN MY OPINION

you are a backup singer or play an instrument as well, and cove is still on bass/electric guitar and while the main singer is doing the songs, you and cove are in the back giving heart eyes to each other and if you're not on drums or doing the keyboard (or playing any other instrument that requires sitting, idk) then you two lean into each other, maybe doing a little spin or smth and just as all over each other as you can be while performing.

and the pap have a FIELD DAY with it

so does your fans!!!!

and no matter what your position in the band is, there are thousands of photos and articles of you two leaving a restaurant together, or laughing over food and drink from thru the windows

or they see you wearing cove's jacket or shirt...

cove leaving your house early in the morning, or in interviews you two are giving heart eyes and even better if one or both of you is giving bedroom eyes to the other (they love asking if you two are dating or fucking)

if you don't mind having a laugh over confusing the paparazzi and even do it yourself. cove will shrug or smirk and go "wouldn't you like to know." and he'll put a arm around you and lead you away from all the reporters.

(implied sex under the cut👍👍👍👍🫶)

imagine getting drunk and kissing each other. you're so lost in the music blasting in the club and the taste of each others lips, and when cove's tongue slips into your mouth you can't even think abt if there's the flash of cameras because the flashing club lights help add to your daze when cove pulls away, grinning about how much he loves you and when you say you love him too, you find yourself in your managers car.

they're complaining about how much you've drank, but they drop you off at cove's house and speed off so they can go pick up the rest of your members, hoping they haven't gotten as drunk as you two in the time they've been gone.

you don't pay attention to any of it, walking on shaky feet to cove's front door and he's more busy kissing your neck than finding his keys so you push him up against the door and take his keys from his back pocket, stumbling through the door when you finally get it open with much struggle.

and you crash onto his bed, cove grinning drunkily up at you, his big hands felt like they were burning your skin and it's all such a blur of lips, tongue, loud moaning, and "I love you"'s

when you wake up its because of your manager blowing up your phones, and when cove fumbles for your phone that's ringing on the floor beside the bed, he answers w a groggy "hello..?"

(it makes your manager madder but you don't know that)

he puts it on speaker, just letting them yell about the pictures the pap published from last night.. and like the assholes yall are you go to the camera app, settling yourself in cove's lap and he pulls the sheets up to cove your lower halves, the sheet caught between his arm and your exposed (and thoroughly marked) back, cove giving the camera a hooded look as he hides his smile in your shoulder..

your manager starts yapping about something, you weren't paying attention, trying to shush each others giggles as you move around to take another picture, this time with your hands tangled in cove's hair and giving him a kiss (if you can even call it that since you're both smiling too much)

and as your manager finally stops ranting...

"you might wanna check my insta." and you hang up before they can start yelling again <3

[kl125]

(Copy and pasting this from @mike-queerler)

“ATTENTION BYLER/MILEVEN TUMBLR

me and @mike-queerler were talking abt how ppl keep tagging the ship theyre making anti-that ship content of and the conversation went to wanting to discuss stuff with the other ship w/o being disrespectful and came up with the idea for a tag for that.

the tag is #st m/b discourse and we havent fully discussed everything abt the tag (that should probably be a wider fandom discussion tbh not just one person from either ship) but what i was thinking was if u make a post talking abt idk byler/mileven proof or an analysis of one of the ships or yk stuff like that and u wanna invite a discussion from the other ship so ur not just in an echochamber but u dont wanna tag their ship cause thats disrespectful asf ud tag that (aswell as whatever ship ur talking positively abt/not talking negatively abt for lack of better words) and ud still do the whole censoring the name of the other ship and not tagging them to respect the ppl who just wanna enjoy their ship but for the ppl that want a discussion who might be scrolling through and/or following the tag they might see ur post and want to say smthn.

now if ur gonna use this tag/look through this tag i’m gonna ask that ur gonna be respectful to eachother and eachother’s ships. we want this to be a place for discussion so ppl who dont wanna live in an echochamber of their opinions but dont know how to do so respectfully otherwise can talk to ppl with different opinions or yk ppl who want their views challenged or whatever this is NOT for arguing on why “we’re sooooo obviously gonna be endgame and u guys r gonna end up broken up and heartbroken HA” or whatever (u wanna post that post it in the anti tag not this one) and no bigotry (homophobic, sexism, ableism, etc.) to either the characters or real people and yeah i hope this was worded ok. if ur confused abt smthn just ask and yeah pls use this tag on analysis posts that ud like a discussion in or polls or just posts asking for a discussion or yk anything like that :) also if u regularly post/rb byler/mileven content pls rb this/make ur own post abt it c:”

Now for my part: I’m all about sharing ideas and opinions and creating a safe fandom space. I know we’re in a dip right now in terms of fandom content (as we wait for Season Five), and at least for the mileven fandom, we’re not that active, but I’d love to kickstart something in a positive way. This back and forth is quite exhausting, and I don’t want it to get in the way of healthy fandom discourse. Let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in this. @purpleangelsele @flamingfalcon3 @claire-de-lune @pjo-worshipper @fricchead @crisperia @drukkaris-blog @reganx2 @thinkingaboutmileven @kand1corn @teafiend @dxncingwithastrxnger @truessences @rllybritrlly

[spyxfamilyanalysis]

Announcement! HELP REQUEST!!!

Sorry for being inactive recently ;-; Because of being too busy for school works and revision for final exams, I wasn't able to be active on Tumblr. I'll try to finish part 2.2 episode 2 analysis and working on Facts (6) if possible...😭

To make up for all this, I would like to ask for a favor...😇

❗️❗️ Help wanted ❗️❗️📢

I am looking for amazing artists on Tumblr for future arts for spyxfamilyanalysis posts💮 DM me on Tumblr (or other social accounts) if you would like to cooperate with me for cool arts for Spy x Family posts, no need to worry about art talent because I appreciate your work! I add credits for your help!😊

This blog is family-friendly💗, so respect each other's gender and sexuality, 🚫 racisism, or I will block you.

🚫DM about sex or 🔞 and links to 🔞 accounts, or I'll show no mercy but to block you from my blog!

I would like to offer you a great opportunity to help and work with me for upcoming post and draft ones if you are a fan of SxF in general (even better if you know Vietnamese a bit and follow me💖) and you don't mind working with me. You don't have to ask to join as a member of this blog. However, you are not allowed to spoil it without my permission, otherwise, I will no longer work with you.

Link about rules of Tumblr members:

I will appreciate you if you are being honest and supportive to me and everyone in this blog as well as being as active as possible. If you don't like SxF, it's okay, but please show respect to the other ones who love it. If you don't, you may leave this blog, otherwise, when this gets to the worst scenario, I will no choice but to block you💢

Recently, I have had these weird sex followers in both of my blogs, They followed me for a while, I checked their blog and it's empty and then they unfollowed me. I ignored and marked as a scam if they DM me anyways, but if you follow me for this reason only, you come to the wrong blog.

As I mentioned above, this blog is family-friendly for all ages, I may not know your age, but there is at least a 13-year-old here, and this is the minimum age to have Tumblr, as well as other ages below 16. This is something that makes me feel really annoyed and uncomfortable, as some weirdos who found me and asked me on my main blog shared a 🔞 link. At first when I replied that post, it was flagged by Tumblr because I was not old enough, and the second time, he did it again and I deleted his ask.

So warning, please do not send me those asks like that. It's acceptable to ask me about SxF and other things -> LINK, but please no sex jokes, and I only accept some of yours if it's okay.

Tumblr has rules, you know:

Here are my social accounts:

Tumblr: @spyxfamilyanalysis

Twitter(not often used): @laurennguyen31

Pinterest: @laurenmiki06

No Facebook or Instagram because it's private, no Discord because rarely used and dunno how to use ;-;

If you are reading this, I'm very sorry if it sounds sensitive or offensive to you. I just want you to know that I'm very annoyed of people who don't take this seriously. I feel better now, and I let it go all this weird followers, but whenever they DM me, it's a bit weird and I feel very uncomfortable and confused (?).

Thank you for reading this!!! If you would like to offer me your support, follow me and DM me and wait for my reply to be accepted When you are accepted, here are the benefits you receive:

You are allowed to see my drafts, which are in progress for posting

I will follow your blog, as a generous way to increase your followers

Work with me for art posts if you are an artist or good at drawing in general

I myself can learn more about art tips if you want to share me some!

(Special offer for followers under 16~) Ask/ DM me anything abt your HW, I'll try my best answering them for you. Just don't tell your parents abt this ;-; And pls don't ask me about Literature, I suck at it. Pls translate them into English or Vietnamese so that I can read it. I'm such a bad sister

And many more...

Here's the main post for my full posts: HERE!

[beanswithbones]

Sorry for the intrusion but the webfishing thing is misinformation, it's been disproven in reblogs. Accidental fearmongering and all.

You can delete this ask or anything idc.

AH!! ty so much for this, definitely should have looked further into it myself but i appreciate you tellin' me this :D definitely made me really sad about hearing that I cant in anyway safely play the game so knowing thats not the case is a relief!

for those confused abt this or wanting to know more, pls look at the post linked bellow to see the explanations about the truth of the level of hacking that can be done to you in Webfishing [spoiler its very limited and doesn't pose a threat to you PC's security let alone your Discord acct and stuff]

POST LINK

thank you again kind anon for telling me this <3

[ame4me]

ok so uhm intro info thing , please do read

what is this blog now ?

a blog 4 me ! rambles , questions , opinions , little vents , ideas and all that other irrelevant brain usage results will b spilt on here 4 the world 2 see in this digital diary !!!!! also 4 doodles probably , , , i plan 2 make a sideblog 4 good-er art eventually still gonna post about jsab cuz that fixation has me in a chokehold but expect less of it on here . follow @prismatichroma 4 jsab focused stuffs

who exactly even am i ?

im ame ! i have a bunch of other names but ame is my main personal one (guess why /j) click here 4 bundlrs quick intro it/its + , german+afro-american , minor , hobbyist artist and story maker with a bunch of mental illnesses and disorders but we ball out here . i speak eng and ger ! im also learning jap i recommend you unfollow this blog and only follow chroma if youre completely uninterested in me as a person n just want some silly jsab art teehee (not judging vro i get it dw)

what should you know ?

#1 , about me ! (basically warnings and byi info)

first n proi most obvious thing ; i text w/ a little typing quirk !!!! , , , i think its pretty readable but if something is super confusing i can provide 'translations' 4 it im a minor , and while i do not mind suggestive stuff or nudity , str8 up porn blogs better keep out (pls) im mental + disabled in the head . wont get into it here but basically just b mindful of that and patient w/ me thankies i make jokes about (specifically MY) mental struggles (like suicidal ideation (kms/kys jokes) , self-harm jokes , discrimination refrences , ect) , but if theyre seriously offensive in any way that doesnt only affect me , dont b afraid 2 let me know so i can b a bit better in the future ! IM ONE OF THEM QUEERS AND MIXED POC !!! i use slurs !!!! not offensively ofc but i do sometimes make use of these extra words some of my interests r considered problematic in one way or another (i think ?) but i dont support any of the creators (duh) and if that sounds like a shitty excuse then idk what 2 tell u smh i dont plan 2 give money 2 any of those asshole people thatve created things my autistic brain eats up im also something of an irl-fictionkin thing ??? im ame 雨

#2 , about you ! (do's/dont's , dni whatevs)

PLEASE DO use tone tags !!!! mention my interest/s and talk 2 me abt it !!! ! or ask questions if ure unsure !!! or anything like that !!!!!! PLEASE DONT bring unnecessary negativity of any sort onto my blog !! dont b mean 2 me just bc u dont understand me , , , just dont b an asshole and ure good DNI = rosco/dorakii & arrow . any1 that purposefully hurts others in any way

where can you find me ?

cyberdiety on bluesky , cyberdiety on toyhouse , cyber4diety on youtube , rainbowcybergod on discord (but i dont accept random reqs so notify me first somewhere else !!) click here 4 my masterlist/hub of all my social media links , if you wanna see if im on more platforms !

published on 23th nov , 2024 | 26th nov, tags added

[kllrorca]

TLDR;

- Hai!!!! I'm Orca also now known as Mylo (bc the name is pretty and i wanna feel pretty :3) I'm an alter who's LITERALLY our host but I also have some fictionkins I'll need to regulate later on umm!!!!

- I age with the body and rn, we are 17 :3 I DON'T HAVE A DNI (beside the basic one!!) I'm just existing ^_^ I USE THEY/THEM!!!!!!!!

- I CAN'T FOLLOW BACK!! This is a side blog and even tho host doesn't use tumblr to post, ik he wouldn't want any proshippers in his following so I'm gna respect that :3 (feel free to follow me anywhere else that DOESN'T connect this type of stuff)

- I AM A PROSHIPPER AND PROFIC(??! I need to search more about it but it seems fun :3)

Tsdr [Too short didn't read];

ITS ME!!! - KllrOrca :3

— Mylo/Orca ; Minor ; They/Them ; Headmate

- SIDE BLOG. Other socials will be put later!

- I'm usually fronting, if I'm not fronting u have the permission to ask about me!! The host might not respond but sooner or later I will instead :3

- I am a proshipper & Profic, I'm still getting used to being public about it so I'll put emojis down at some point!!!

- We are bodily Black & Puerto Rican :3 I WILL make jokes eluding to racism and slavery with friends, its something I picked up and will NOT let go!!! If that makes u uncomfortable just tell me ^_^

— Activity Varies depending on how much people perceive me ^_^ If you dont perceive me I won't be on for long, since I'll be bored!

- I USE MY HOSTS ARTSTYLE THAT SEEMS EASY TO USE!! I don't want to hurt my hands OR make others think my host is a proshipper when he's not 😞 I wanna get in drama for ME not him srry

- Everyone has full permission to draw my sona and use my sona in anything EVEN hate drawings :3 I love everything!!!! Give it to meee ^q^

— I'M NOT EXACTLY AGENDER BUT I DON'T EXACTLY HAVE A GENDER EITHER!! I guess I AM agender but on a more feminine + masculine side without the neutral ??? I don't really care :3

- My sexuality is... idk!! I haven't thought about it

- I AM APART OF THE LGBT THOUFH!! I KNOW THAT :3 Idk if I'm pan, i don't think so and besides; I wanna be myself !!!

- ANY AGE CAN INTERACT WITH ME BUT DON'T BLAME ME FOR ANYTHING I AGE RESTRICTED!!

— HAI thw main blog to get to any OTHER blog IS strictly [ANTI PROSHIPPERS] + variations, so I can't send it here :3 incase any anti proshippers want it to date back to my host (who rlly just wants me to stop bothering him about everything) then dm me and I'll send it!!! idm ^w^

- I'll make a carrd/rentry/strawpage at some point :3 maybe :3 idk .. maybe I shouldn't but also Should once I have all my socials ready

MY BOUNDARIES [IK, SHOCKING!!]

— I don't have a dni (beside the basic one!!) :3 You can interact with me idc! Even if its for arguing! One thing I ask though is that u DON'T attempt to dox me, bc at the end of the day I can just stop fronting snd you'll be doxxing an innocent person instead who got so tired of hearing me yap and yap!!

- I won't be doing the time, my host will :3 and it'll only traumatize us more!!! Don't be stupid :D

- ACTUALLY don't harass ANYBODY!!!! u can Harass ME but don't harass anyone else PLEASE!!!! I won't like talking to u otherwise sorry

— JUST BECAUSE I'M AN ALTER DOES NOT MEAN I WANT TO TALK ABOUT MY SYSTEM! Talk to me for me pls :3

- I DON'T CARE ABOUT SYSCOURSE UR ALL PEOPLE AT THE END OF THE DAY and I want people to talk to me ^_^ Talk to me Rachel...!! /ref

- IF YOU feel uncomfortable talking to me since im an alter (confusing but wtvr) DON'T FEEL FORCED TO INTERACT if I interact first :3

- Ai generators can kiss my ass also btw I don't like Ai but i can like the person typing the prompt in the computer if ur cool !!!!

MYYYY Final notes :3

— ANY ANON EMOJIS ARE WELCOMED TO ASK FOR A SPOT HERE OR A SPECIAL TAG :3 U can dm me and ask me abt things idm!! I have the mindset of NOT SENDING HARASSMENT OR hating on people who haven't done anything :3

- u can request me art from me :3 but know thay sending nsfw to minors IS illegal so I can't do nsfw!! sexual nsfw!

[unheavenlybody]

mini post grad vent 😵‍💫😵‍💫:

these past few months i've been so aimless & confused abt what i want out of life and who i want to become as a person. i guess that's par for the course at my age but knowing that doesn't make it any easier. ik everyone is struggling but i rly just feel like a shell of a person and don't know where to start. that self destructive mindset tht ~nothing even matters & i will always be unhappy~ keeps creeping in >___<. how does everyone do it? more than anything i want a sense of purpose and **connectionnnn!!** i want more friends (maybe a relationship too but lmao i don't know if i even care about that genuinely or it's just the increasing pressure from my family & societal expectations finally getting to me . that's a conversation for another vent post i guess.) i don't even think it's a self esteem issue that's holding me back necessarily, it just feels like i am trying to build a personality from scratch. like i was born yesterday & i'm currently working with nothing. everyone else my age seems light years ahead of me & i can't help but feel like i'm barely functioning and getting by which makes me feel ❤️❤️not great as u can imagine! can i have the instruction manual on how to b a convincing interesting person pls 😗😗??

stuck wondering whether i need to prioritize improving my job situation, mental health, self worth and whatever before i can finally let ppl into my life... but i'm craving love & connection to the point where it's starting to feel debilitating lol like i can't freaking go on . ok complaining over 🫡

[hoziersmoon]

i like that the bear came out and we all collectively decided to make our own line cook nicky AUs (and we were right ofc 😌)

if you tell me about your line cook nicky au, ill tell you about mine 👀

hi beloved! 💌 you're correct, and it was specifically that one post from forever ago and the tags on it that made me feral. ive been telling so many ppl abt this au i love it. OKAY HERE we go (a lot of this comes from @spacegirlsgang mary pls add to this when u see it)

important thing to note is that joe is a lingerie model here, on ig and other places

joe has been having bad luck in the dating scene and finds nicky on an app as a safe, casual hookup. like on paper nicky seems so NOT joe's type and joe is like okay great this is just what i need, a casual one-time thing

but then ofc <33 nicky is a great lay and they have insane chemistry in and out of bed <33

so they keep hooking up and i imagine that both of them are straightforward enough that there is minimal pining here and they both just shift into being insanely gone for each other immediately

which is GREAT. bc the established parts of this relationship is so fun

so early on in the rl: nicky doesn’t find out joe models until one of the other cooks at the restaurant is scrolling thru their instagram on break and nicky is like HOLD ON THATS THE GUY IM SEEING. nicky goes to joe and is like "uhhhhh so uh do u ever. wear it. in bed." and joe just pats his cheek like "only if you're good" and poor nicky has a conniption

they obviously have lots of fun with joe in lingerie. like i think nicky loves how comfortable joe is in and out of it, and he loves staring at joe anyway so he's the perfect person to admire his SO in lingerie, yk?

BUT. the really delicious thing: nicky trying on lingerie for the first time. joe gets sent some stuff and they're looking through it, and nicky looks more interested than usual. joe is casually like "oh you know i think you'd actually look really good in this." and nicky.exe ceases to function. he tries it on and he gets so blushy and overwhelmed about it that he can't do anything but lay back and let joe rail him. and of joe calls him a sweet boy and it's so wonderful bc nicky acts SO tough and joe gets this side of him and 🥺

i also think joe has an insane competence kink. nicky's tattooed arms chopping and sauteing and joe visits him in the kitchen one time and gets so stuck on nicky's hands and arms. and when he sees nicky next he climbs into nicky's lap and all he wants is to be jerked off where he can stare at the flex of nicky's arm 😵‍💫 and nicky is so confused, but then joe explains and he is ofc the smuggest asshole abt it

also i think nicky gets really into taking pictures of joe for his instagram <33 like he just brings out this happiness and intimacy in joe that was never there before!!

i know there's more but that's all i can think abt. mary pls add everything i've forgotten ty ty <33

[greensaplinggrace]

honestly THANK YOU for saying all that abt baghra bc i thought i was going crazy from not liking her??? bc i haven't read the books and only summaries of them on wiki and like. i dunno why ppl like her actually even in the show bc this guy, her son, is like "i wanna make the world better for us grisha" and she's just like "no." even tho he sees that she's MAKING HERSELF SICK from suppressing her powers! she's literally like in bed coughing in the flashback yet seem much healthier at the little palace. also like after everything, after her disapproval, after the fold, after centuries of waiting for the sun summoner.. he never abandons her. he makes sure she's cares for. he doesn't harm her. and i have to wonder if baghra has ever thanks him for that, for just not leaving her alone. like i dunno how im suppose ro believe aleks is a heartless villain when he still cares for his abusive mom like this. like has baghra even told her she loved him (honestly she reminds me of a classic emotionally unavailable asian parent but maybe that's just me). also im wondering if baghra ever told aleks that he had an aunt.. bc like.. now that u bring up her isolating him it's like hmmmm...

not at me being like alina... why do u trust the bitter old woman who literally beats u with a stick and verbally abuses u every chance she gets.. just bc she showed a bad painting... like.. pls use two braincells to see that who u figured out as his mother... is also using his protection..

like baghra could've upped and left with alina. but no. she stayed bc she knew she was safe under aleks's protection.

alsoim just impressed that after his first friend tried to drown him and harvest his bones... he didn't go into hiding???? he still wanted to make a safe heaven for grisha!!! HE STILL WANTED TO PROTECT GRISHA EVEN AFTER HIS GRISHA FRIEND TRIED TO KILL HIM FOR HIS FUCKEN BONES. like... this is the guy im suppose to believe is the villain???

honestly i feel like part of the reason why LB's plotlines seem so bad and disconnected (and sometimes outright racist but that's another rant) and why darkles is disproportionately more violent and villainous in the later books is bc she didn't expect the darkling to be so popular and wanted to stick with her guns of making him the villain. but also wanted the money from aleks's popularity. but like you can't have ur cake and eat it too.

Well thank you for sending this ask! It's very sweet and very passionate. I'm glad you liked my post! I didn't put as much thought into it as some of my others lol. I kind of just talked. But it was nice to be able to finally talk about some of the problems I have with both her character and the fandom/author's perception of her.

HERE is the post this is referring to, in case anyone's wondering.

👀👀 You've hit the nail on the head for so many things, here!

Baghra is extremely emotionally unavailable, basically to the point of neglect. She's also verbally and physically abusive, traits which I doubt were only reserved for her students and not her son. Baghra claims she would do anything to protect him, but I've known a lot of parents who have that mindset and yet still harm their children because they think it's "good for them".

Aleksander stays at Baghra's side for years, and even when they're opposing each other she's never too far away from him. Idk if you've read the books but he does eventually hurt her. And as much as I don't like Baghra, I think his actions were horrid. But I'm also honestly kind of surprised it took him so long lmao.

Yeah I mean, in terms of isolation, let's not forget that she never wanted to introduce him to his father, either. Baghra's sense of eternity clouds a lot of her judgments on relationships, which means she views most people as dust and therefore teaches her son to as well. The problem with that is that he's a growing child, and he needs those social and emotional attachments for healthy development.

I would bet quite a bit of money that Baghra has either never told him she loves him or she has told him so few times it's practically forgettable.

And everything becomes more complicated because so many of Baghra's actions are understandable because of her life and her history, but the impacts they have on the people around her, especially Aleksander, are permanently damaging. And the fact that that's never gone over in critical depth in the books or how it's glossed over in fandom is just very disconcerting. Like, acknowledging Baghra's failings doesn't mean we're excusing Aleksander's actions, it just means we're holding Baghra liable for her own. Which the fandom should be doing, considering she's the epitome of an abusive parental figure.

And Alina trusting Baghra over Aleksander is even more confusing! Especially in the show!! This is the woman who beat her and abused her and tortured her friends when they tiny little children (and who probably still does so now that they're adults). This is the woman who mocks you and harasses you and insults you on a regular basis. Why does Baghra revealing she's Aleksander's mother make Alina change her mind?! Like fuck, I'd just feel bad for Aleksander. No wonder he kept it a secret, I would too! And that painting is enough evidence?! Really?! A random painting shown to you by this abusive mentor that's been making your life hell. That's what you're going to betray your new lover over?

The friends trying to harvest his bones thing is a good point, too. I think Aleksander, especially show Aleksander, is incredibly idealistic. I think he cares too much for others - those he's deemed worth his care (a sentiment given to him by Baghra). Despite everything she's tried to teach him about hiding and abandoning others and never caring and never doing anything to help or reach out or connect with people, Aleksander still continues to do so. It's likely because he never got it from Baghra growing up, and so is desperate for those emotional needs to be fulfilled elsewhere.

His turning point, when Baghra tells him it was understandable that those kids tried to kill him because the world is such a hard place for them - that's crucial. And the reason it's possible as a motivating factor is because of that idealism and that desire to help and that desire to be everything his mother isn't. Baghra tells him this trauma he just experienced was because of the oppression of his people, and instead of following her lead and accepting that, going into hiding and abandoning everybody to their misery, he goes I can do something about that. I can make it so this never happens again. Which is usually how trauma like that combines with one's core personality traits at a young age, especially when there's none of the essential support systems in place to aid in recovery (ie, the role Baghra should have been filling but wasn't, because she decided to exacerbate the problem instead).

And yeah, one of my biggest problems with the ham-fisted "beating you over the head with a sledgehammer of evil deeds" look-how-bad-this-character-is! portrayal of the Darkling in the later books comes from the impression I get that Bardugo doesn't trust her readers. She's so desperate to have us hate this character and think him an irredeemable villain, not trusting any of her readers to engage critically with a morally gray character, that it feels quite a bit like condescending fucking bullshit. Which ew, I know how to engage with literature, thanks.

She really does seem to look down on a large part of her fandom, and imo, the infantilization of the female characters in her books seems to carry over to her impression of most of her female readers as well. Which is why the Darkling's character arc gets fucking destroyed. But he's still a good cash grab, of course, so she'll shake his dead corpse in front of the fandom for money every time she wants something from it.

Also! Another reason I think her plotlines feel disconnected (I'm sorry Bardugo I respect you as a person, but shit-) is because the writing in SaB is just bad. I mean, nevermind the absolutely nauseating implications of the way she portrays the Grisha as a persecuted group who's situation is never actually fully addressed as it should be, considering Grisha rights is what her main villain is fighting for (imo for a series called the Grishaverse, LB seems to be pretty anti Grisha), but her characters and story alone are just wrong for each other. They don't fit together.

And the ending is one of the main pieces of evidence in that regard! You can’t say the ending where Alina isn’t Grisha anymore is her “going back to where she started” when she’s always been Grisha. She just didn’t know she was Grisha because she denied that part of herself that she was born with.

Alina is reluctant to move forward or change, she struggles with adapting, and she’s very set on the things she’s grown attached to throughout her life. She also has some latent prejudices against the Grisha, and so denies the possibility of being Grisha for those reasons as well.

Alina’s lack of powers in the beginning of her life because she willfully doesn’t learn about them to avoid change versus her lack of powers at the end of the book when she’s accepted them and then they’re stripped away from her by outer forces are two entirely separate circumstances. You can’t make a parallel about lost powers and lack of Grisha status bringing her back to the start when she was always Grisha and she always had powers and she simply refused to come to terms with it because of personal reasons.

The first situation is an internal conflict that indicates a story about growth and a journey of self acceptance. Denying herself the opportunity to learn about her heritage and to find acceptance with a group of people like her because she’s tied to the past and because of the way she was raised is the setup for a narrative that tackles unlearning prejudice and learning how to connect with a part of her identity that was denied her and learning how to grow independent and self assured. It’s the setup for a different story entirely. The second situation is an external conflict that centers around the ‘corrupting influence of power’... for some reason.

In a world where Grisha do not have social, political, or economic power and they are hunted, centering your heroine’s journey of self acceptance and growth around an external conflict about... the corrupting influence of power (in a group of people that don’t actually have any power?!) just doesn’t work. It is literally impossible to connect the two stories Bardugo is trying to push in Shadow and Bone without seriously damaging the main character’s developmental arc.

The only way a narrative like this would work, claiming that she has gone back to where she started, is either a) if the Grisha weren’t actually a persecuted group and instead were apart of the upper class, or b) if the one bad connection between the two instances is acknowledged - that Alina denied a part of herself crucial to self acceptance and growing up, and that losing her powers at the end has also denied her. It is a tragedy, not a happy ending.

Alina suffered because she didn’t use her powers. She grew sick. It was bad for her. This was not a resistance to 'the corruption of power and the burden of greed', it was her suffering because she couldn’t fully accept herself.

Framing the ending as a return to the beginning can’t be done if you don’t address how bad the beginning was for your main character. You brought her back to a bad point in her life. You regressed her. This should be a low point in her arc. It should be a problem that’s solved so she can finish developing organically or it should be something that is acknowledged as a tragedy in it’s own right, for the future the world (the writing) denied her.

This is a ramble and it makes no sense and I’m really sorry, but my point is that Bardugo put the wrong characters in the wrong story. The character arc required for organic development doesn’t match the story and intended message at all. The narrative doesn’t fit the cast. She's got two clashing stories attempting to work in tandem and she ends up with both conflicting messages that fans still can’t comprehend in her writing and an ending that doesn’t suit her main character to such an impossible degree that it’s almost laughable.

So yeah, there's a few reasons why I think the story and the plot feels so bad and disconnected. I hope you don't mind me making this answer so long! 😅 I was not expecting to write this much.

[ranboo5]

man

based on my understanding of our boo boo his goals seem to be:

actualize self-identity

love and protect the specific people who matter

make everyone get along despite their differences in hopes for a better server

and the problems he has with all three goals make him so so cool

how he goes about it is so mysterious and compelling!

it's why he can be so sincere but like, be a scarily convincing liar if he had to

he got tommy and tubbo to vent to him because he was just nice to them vs him getting wilbur to vent to him to deliberately get to know him better

like, the effort he goes through to do anything is massive and he's even willing to sacrifice dignity to do it, but not people he loves tho, which is so cool

he isn't fucking spineless, he's radical and i want ranboo to win

YOU I LIKE YOUR RANBOO TAKES

Man it really is that way. I would less specify "in hopes of a better server" and more that like... more generally in hopes of a better world? One lacking in the political expectations of a side yk

Irt being sincere and also a very good liar But Only Sometimes, and also irt Wilbur: I think honestly it's a huge Mask Of My Own Face scenario he doesn't need to lie outright (and when he does he kinda sucks) he just throws and agrees and lets people assume and that works. He's sincere and it's the presence sincerity that encourages ppl to look past the fact that he's not securably loyal whatsoever yk? Smth smth my ghost!Ranboo/Boo hcs

I would also argue that while his overall goals (personal, sentimental, ideological as your points very aptly summarize) stay stubbornly consistent how he goes about them keeps shifting and he tends to get paralyzed confusing himself locking himself in Hypothetical Chambers and in trying to see the big picture too much yk? Like from the msgs he leaves himself etc the way he writes his goals Out

That + the inconsistency of when he remembers what is why I strongly, STRONGLY don't think Ranboo has an actual ongoing secret plan I don't think he's got the processing to do it. While I do believe in my heart in Enderwalk as a security measure wrt recall I don't think he has an actual handle on it in canon, I don't think there's a reliable "remembers/doesn't remember plan" dichotomy, and I don't think Ranboo has the discipline to have the organization, singlemindedness, decisiveness, and actual yk processing skills to carry one out. Like even with the shulker deal he thought out loud for like fifteen minutes and came up with Help Me Out If War Starts Pls? Which is a useful thing no doubt but he absolutely didn't seem to actually have plans abt it. Smth smth weed dealer post

Ranboo doesn't have the cognizance no matter how many memories he has he just doesn't have that kind of processing skill and doesn't have that built habit. He waffles it's what he does