#scrolled through some old discord messages

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

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Schlatt x gn!reader Summary: late night phone call A/N: this is another short little fluff piece, just so I can get back into the swing of things

The dim glow of your computer screen was the only light in your room, casting long shadows against the walls as you mindlessly scrolled. The clock on your phone read 2:07 AM, but you weren’t anywhere close to sleeping. Your bed felt too cold, the silence of your apartment too loud, and your thoughts wouldn’t stop running in circles.

Then, your phone vibrated on your nightstand.

Schlatt: someone's up late

You exhaled a quiet laugh, rolling your eyes as you see his message pop up on your discord. Of course, he was awake too. In the years you've known Schlatt you can't remember the last time he had a consistent, healthy sleep schedule.

You: You’re one to talk. Go to bed, old man.

Not even a minute later, your screen lit up again—this time with an incoming call. You hesitated only for a second before answering.

“You call me an old man again, I swear to God—” Schlatt’s voice came through the speaker, rough and a little groggy, like he had just woken up.

You smirked, rolling onto your side, as you stare at him through the camera, “what, does the truth hurt?”

“Jesus, you’re such a brat,” Schlatt’s voice rumbled through the speaker, rough with exhaustion despite the laugh he holds back. “Y’gonna pick fights with me when I’m just checkin’ in?”

A small smile tugged at your lips, “you’re not checking in. You’re just bored.”

He scoffed, “yeah? And what if I was?”

“Then I guess I should be flattered that I’m your first choice.”

“Oh, don’t get cocky.” there was a teasing edge to his voice, but it softened after a second. “What’re you doing?”

You sighed, rolling onto your back, your phone discarded on the bedside table as the camera stares blankly at the ceiling, “was laying here staring at the wall for a while, gave up and was watching some youtube,” you let out an annoyed huff, "just can't sleep."

“Damn. Tragic.”

“You’re not helping.”

Schlatt chuckled, the sound low and warm through the receiver, “alright, alright. Lemme help you out. I’ll read you a bedtime story.”

You snorted, “you don’t even own books.”

There was a pause, “okay, rude. First of all.”

You bit your lip to hold back a laugh, “oh yeah? Prove me wrong.”

There was some rustling on the other end, followed by a dramatic clearing of his throat. Then, in an overly serious, Morgan Freeman-esque voice, he began, “once upon a time, there was a dumbass who wouldn’t go to sleep…”

You groaned, pressing your palm to your forehead, “oh my God.”

“Shhh, I’m gettin’ to the good part.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t stop him.

“…And this dumbass, despite all logical reasoning, continued to stay awake. They ignored their tired eyes, their yawns, their good friend Schlatt’s wise advice—”

“Oh, now you’re wise?”

“Shhh,” he hushed. “Anyway. Where was I? Oh yeah—so this dumbass refused to sleep. And you know what happened?”

“I swear, if you say ���they died,’ I’m hanging up.”

There was silence. Then, quietly—

“…They died.”

You burst out laughing, and Schlatt laughed too, full and unrestrained. You could picture him so clearly—head tipped back, a smug grin stretched across his face.

When the laughter faded, a comfortable quiet settled between you.

“…Y’feelin’ any sleepier?” he murmured after a moment.

You yawned, “maybe a little.”

“Good,” his voice was softer now, rough around the edges with drowsiness, “go to sleep, dummy.”

You smiled, eyelids growing heavier, “stay on the line?” you ask as you give in and let your eyes flutter shut.

There's a beat of silence as before his voice rings out, soft and gentle, “yeah. I gotcha.”

[dandylovesturtles]

I'm trying to get myself back into writing by doing some little things here and there. This is the first one that is actually worth it to post here lol

Awhile back I asked on discord for suggestions of things I could write and then for a long time I didn't actually do anything lol BUT I finally did something. This ficlet is based on a suggestion @abbeyofcyn gave me about Donnie feeling anxiety over a having a new home post S2 (at least I remember it being Cyn but the message is so old now I can't find it orz I'm sorry if it was someone else)

I hope you enjoy it!

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The subway station has been closed to the public since the nineties. Most of the ways in are already blocked off, and it will be trivial to finish that work to keep out any intruders. The tracks and maintenance station make an ideal garage and workspace for the tank. The old electrical wiring and water pipes are easily accessible. There’s still functioning toilets in the old bathrooms, and ventilated spaces ideal for cooking. There’s easy access to the street, the rest of the subway system, and the sewers. Splinter hums approvingly as he circles an old staff area with a tape measure. His brothers shout as they call dibs on rusted out train cars. April enthusiastically notes that the station is close to her new campus.

It checks all the boxes on their list, and then some.

So why has the sick feeling in the pit of Donnie’s stomach gotten worse instead of better?

There must be something wrong with it. Some flaw they aren’t seeing, some con they haven’t considered. He needs to go over his lists again; double check and triple check from every angle. They’ve only been here an hour - it would just be irresponsible to make a decision so quickly!

He desperately fires up his tablet again and pulls up his list, scrolling with hard taps as his eyes fly over the compiled criteria. There must be something… Something!

It’s structurally sound. There’s ample space for skateboard ramps and arcade machines. There’s plenty of lighting that will only need simple maintenance to be functional. There’s a big space that can be used for a new lab. It checks all the boxes, but there must be at least one it’s not checking, or why would Donnie’s blood curdle at the thought of actually living here?

The way the air moves through the space is wrong. The way the sounds echo off the walls and floors is unfamiliar. The smell is not the one he spent his whole life inhaling. It’s all wrong in a way that embeds itself in Donnie’s very skin, leaves him feeling slimy and nauseous and off kilter, like everything was just tilted at a dutch angle.

He scrolls to the bottom of the list and taps a few more times to be sure. “Air feels right” and “Echoes are normal” and “Smell is bad” are not boxes to be checked, so it can’t be any of those things. It has to be something else… It has to be something!

He scrolls back to the top of his list. Then he scrolls back to the bottom. He can’t find it. But it has to be there.

“Whoa,” says Leo, and Donnie jolts, his head snapping up. “I’ve never seen Donnie look like he wants to murder a computer before.”

“Please don’t tell Raph that something’s wrong with the structural checks or whatever,” says Raph, just behind Leo. They’re all coming up to him, probably wondering why he’s been standing in the same spot for… 

Donnie glances at his screen and jolts again. Twenty four minutes and thirty seven second!?

“Come on, Dee, this place has got to be perfect,” says Leo. “I already know exactly where I’m putting my action figures in my new digs!”

“And I’m already getting sooo many ideas for graffiti!” says Mikey excitedly, bouncing in place where he stands next to April. “And I can’t wait to design the kitchen layout! I can’t believe I get to start from scratch and do it just how I want!”

“Raph already knows exactly where the dojo is goin’,” Raph joins in. When Leo blows a raspberry, Raph pushes him forward and smirks when he has to catch himself.

“I think this is the best you guys are gonna get,” says April. “Unless you wanna move to the Hidden City.”

“We can’t, Raph still has a warrant for his arrest.”

“I keep tellin’ you guys, that ain’t Raph!”

“I only wish I had known about this place earlier,” comes Splinter’s voice as he joins them. “So much square footage!”

They all start talking excitedly, so fast it blends into a whir in Donnie’s ears. They’ve all already decided, but don’t they see? They can’t live here, because it’s wrong!

“No.”

Donnie’s declaration kills the conversation in its tracks. Everyone stops to look at him, and the sudden attention doesn’t feel as good as it might otherwise.

“No,” he repeats, shaking his head and looking back at his list. “This won’t work.”

A chorus of “What!?” comes from everyone else. Donnie keeps his eyes on his list, scrolling frantically, looking for the problem that he knows is there.

“Is there something wrong with it?” asks April, tone measured.

“Yes,” he says, but doesn’t elaborate, because he doesn’t know what it is yet and how can he answer if he doesn’t have any data?

It’s clear they aren’t going to wait for him to come up with the answer.

“Well what is it? Ventilation? Structural integrity? The wiring? Come on, Dee, give us somethin’.”

“It’s… it’s just wrong. I know it is.” Donnie looks up from his list then, and their skeptical expressions make him coil around his tablet in defense. “We’ve barely seen all of it! How can we know for certain that it will really suit our needs?”

He’s protesting too much, and it’s no surprise when Leo catches on, immediately narrowing his eyes as he hones in on Donnie’s uncertainty. 

“You’ve said no to every place we’ve looked at, dude! Are your standards that high, or do you just like living in Barry’s crappy apartment that much?”

“I obviously do not,” Donnie snaps, because he has made no secret of the fact that he hates it there. Sure, it was nice of Draxum to take them in now that they’re homeless and all that, but the apartment is too small, and the sheets are too scratchy, and the way the air conditioner sounds is all wrong, and the street noises bother Donnie at night…

Of course he doesn’t want to keep living there! He never wanted to live there in the first place!

“Then what’s the problem?” Leo asks, folding his arms, and Donnie scowls back.

“I just think we shouldn’t rush into such a big decision just because it sucks to live in Draxum’s apartment,” he reasons, reasonably because he’s being very reasonable!

“And what, wait for our realtor to find us a few more listings?” Leo says with heavy snark. 

“Leo,” says Raph with a warning tone, before looking back at Donnie. “Look, we can take tonight to think about it,” he suggests. “But if there’s nothing really wrong with it, I think this is gonna be the best we can do.”

Donnie shrinks back. “You say we’ll take tonight to think about it, but you’ve all already decided.” He shakes his head. “But I’m telling you, we can’t live here. It’s wrong.”

“Donnie…” Mikey’s hand touches Donnie’s elbow, and it takes everything in him not to jerk it away. “Is there an actual problem with the place, or is this a feelings problem?”

Donnie jerks away.

Then he turns and sprints away down the nearest subway tunnel.

…

He only makes it to the next condemned platform before he collapses against the wall, panting. Maybe he really should take up Raph’s advice to do more cardio… If he can ever face any of them again, that is.

He sinks to the ground and rests his chin on his knees, looking around at the unfamiliar scenery. He knew the old tunnels of his home like he knew the curves and grooves in his favorite wrench. But his favorite wrench is lost forever under an insurmountable amount of rubble, and the tunnels around him are foreign and imposing.

He doesn’t want to live in Draxum’s apartment anymore.

But he doesn’t want to live here.

He wants to go home.

The ugly, bitter feeling in his stomach twists again, and he groans and presses his face into his knees, covering his head with his arms. He knows exactly what would fix this, and it’s something he can’t have.

He did the tests himself, over and over again. He knows that their old home would take years, decades to make livable again. They simply can’t fix it. It’s too big to be fixed.

Which means he cannot be fixed.

The understanding that he’ll feel this way forever washes over Donnie, leaving him desolated. How is he ever supposed to function again?

How can the rest of his family move on so easily when he’s still like this?

Footsteps echo off the walls, and he tenses up, curling tighter into himself. It’s no surprise that one of them came after him. He’s just glad it’s only one set of footsteps, and not five.

He doesn’t look up as they draw close. He doesn’t have to. A barefooted tread, light and airy with a bit of a hop to it even when the mood is somber. He’d know it anywhere.

Mikey plops down next to him and says, “Ready to talk to Doctor Feelings?”

Donnie shakes his head without looking up.

Mikey hums. “Wanna talk to Doctor Delicate Touch?”

Donnie shakes his head harder.

There’s a shuffle, and then warmth against Donnie’s side. “Wanna talk to your favorite little brother in the whole wide world?”

Donnie finally lifts his head enough to look at Mikey with one eye. “Winning by default isn’t something to brag about,” he notes.

A huge grin crosses Mikey’s face. “Hey, there you are!”

“Here I am,” Donnie notes dryly, and it sounds miserable even to his own ears.

Mikey’s expression falls into something more soft. He scoots around to Donnie’s front, then says, “You’re homesick.”

Homesick feels too small for the dark feelings that are swallowing Donnie whole. It’s just not enough.

“...I don’t want to live somewhere new,” he says, and it sounds like, I don’t want everything to be different.

“Yeah, it’s a lot,” says Mikey, even though Donnie knows he can’t be feeling it like this, or at least hopes his little brother isn’t. “You’ll get used to it, though!”

It almost makes Donnie laugh. He can’t begin to imagine it ever feeling anything but terrible. “How do you know?”

“Because I have experience,” says Mikey breezily, like it’s obvious. 

Donnie hopes the skepticism shows on his face. “Really? Micheal, we were both too young when Papa moved us to the lair.”

“Yeah, I don’t remember that. But I do remember when we all got our own rooms!”

Donnie considers that with some surprise. He vaguely remembers that… mostly because he was happy that Raph and Leo couldn’t put their stuff on his side anymore. “Ah yes. A joyous day for all of us.”

“Well it wasn’t too happy for me!” Mikey retorts, folding his arms. “I didn’t want any of us to get our own rooms. I… wasn’t ready to be without you guys.”

Actually, now that Mikey says that, Donnie does remember that part of it. “I also remember that you weren’t without us, because you slept in one of our rooms every night for two months.”

Mikey nods seriously. “Yeah! Because I wasn’t ready for change!”

“And we had to make a rotating chart so that each of us could get a full night of sleep once in a while.”

“Huh?” Mikey pouts. “What do you mean? I sleep like an angel!”

“Kicking and chewing on anything in grabbing distance seems more like demon behavior,” Donnie notes, and Mikey huffs and makes a big show of being offended. 

“The point, Donald,” he stresses, “is that it was a big change! And I wasn’t happy about it for a loooong time.” He leans back. “I didn’t get why you guys were so happy about moving out when I wasn’t. It felt like you were all leaving me behind.”

Donnie frowns. “But we were literally a few feet away,” he notes. “As you proved nightly.”

Mikey points at him excitedly. “Exactly! It was a big change, but I still had you guys. And eventually, you guys helped me get excited about it, too.”

Donnie tries to remember what exactly they did to accomplish that, but… “All I remember is that we helped you hang up your finger paintings and put glow in the dark stickers on the ceiling.”

“Yep!” Mikey nods sagely. “You helped make it my own. I got where I was excited to be in my room, because it was how I wanted it to be!” He falters, tapping his chin. “And also I remember Leo said something about all my toys being sad if they were alone in my room at night…”

“Ah. Manipulative tactics,” Donnie observes.

“But that’s not the point! The point is that when I made it my own, change wasn’t so scary anymore.” He waves back down the tunnel. “And that’s what’s going to work for you, too! Because you’re going to build yourself a big new lab and decorate your room just how you want it, and you’re going to love it!”

Donnie feels absolutely no confidence in that. The idea of building a new lab, of decorating his room, of getting used to the new space, doesn’t fill him with excitement. There is only dread there, and exhaustion, and an insurmountable realization that nothing is ever going to be the same as it was before.

“That might work for you,” he says softly, tiredly. “But I don’t think it will for me. I don’t think I will ever stop feeling…” 

He still doesn’t know what to call this. 

“...Homesick.”

“But you will,” says Mikey, putting a hand on his arm. This time, Donnie doesn’t jerk away. “You know how I know?”

“How?”

“Because you went through it with the rooms too, Dee.”

Donnie scoffs, shaking his head. “I was glad to have my own room,” he asserts. “The rest of you kept getting your things into my space. It was annoying.”

“Sure, maybe you were happy about that part,” says Mikey simply, “but do you remember the big storm? The first one after we moved into our rooms, that was sooo loud we could hear it?”

Again, Donnie thinks he vaguely recalls something like that. It clearly didn’t leave as large an impression on him as it did on Mikey, though.

“I… might,” he says.

“I remember,” says Mikey, “that I was so scared, I ran straight to Raph’s room! And he was already awake, and he was under the covers, and we made a tent together.” He giggles. “And then you came in, and then Leo! And I realized then, maybe you guys weren’t really as happy about sleeping in separate rooms as I thought.”

He shifts around again, pressing himself into Donnie’s side.

“We went through that all together. And we’re gonna go through this together, too. And that’s how I know it’ll be okay!”

Donnie can’t help but make a skeptical noise. He’s not sure it will be. It just feels like too much.

“We’re all homesick, too,” Mikey confides. “We show it different than you… But we are. We’re going through it with you.”

Donnie knows they miss home, too. He knows that. But still…

“What if you’re wrong,” he says, “and it’s not okay?”

“Then…” Mikey trails off, thinking. “Then I’ll use the money I saved up to buy you that limited edition Atomic Lass figure you wanted!”

Donnie twists his head to stare at him. “That figure currently values at eight hundred and fifty dollars,” he says.

Mikey grimaces. “I will give you all the money I have saved up to help you buy it!” he amends.

Donnie snorts. Then he laughs. Then he leans into the warmth of his little brother.

He doesn’t want to live somewhere new… but it won’t be entirely new. His family will still be there. Just a few steps away.

“Does the laughing mean you’ll come back with me?” asks Mikey. “Because this tunnel is cold.”

Donnie snorts again. “I will go back with you,” he agrees, “because I actually don’t have a choice in the matter.”

“Yes! I did it!” Mikey hops to his feet, extending a hand. “Another W for Doctor Feelings!”

“Winning by default is nothing to brag about,” says Donnie again. But he takes Mikey’s hand, and they go back to the station together.

[andcars]

FISHING CATS ━━ CS55

﹙ 55 ﹚ ─────── loved you before seeing you

you're a regular catfisher on bumble before you met your match, carlos sainz. it goes bad when you start to get attached to him

relationship(s) carlos sainz/you tags dating apps, light angst, anti-ferrari propaganda, pro-williams propaganda wc 2k texting & prose

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radio "comments and reblogs are much appreciated!" i asked my friend to give me a prompt and they gave me "catfishing each other as discord e-kittens". he doesn't even know where that idea came from but that was so fucking funny. unfortunately, i did not make it discord because i cannot for the life of me imagine carlos on discord. while i was trynna find some formatting inspo for this, i found a very similar fic like this!! it inspired me at the very end so go read it :) we love a tsunoda fic

▶︎ ❝ idea 10 ❞ gibran alcocer

Bumble 15m ago 🐝 You have 1 new match 🙌

ON YOUR SCREEN WAS NONE OTHER THAN CARLOS SAINZ. You snicker. You scroll through his profile quickly: "Taking things slow", 5'10", 🏃‍♂️ Active, 🔍 Relationship, 🚗 Cars, etc. Most of the pictures used were photos you've seen for sure posted around social media. There's nothing more obviously a catfish than this account. Nothing about it was smart, unlike yours. Yours was perfectly crafted for a believable yet still jaw-droppingly gorgeous woman. It's carefully crafted with one face of your most beautiful friend—who is never on social media to ever know—and random photos of her from the back. Your catfish was perfect, his wasn't. Still, it's pretty funny.

[ You ] Heyy. Aren't you that F1 racer?

[ CS ] Hey. Yeah, I am.

[ You ] That's so cool :) What brings you over here then?

[ CS ] I lost a bet with my old teammate and now I'm here

[ You ] XD That's funny

[ CS ] How about you? You look very beautiful

[ You ] Awww. You're so sweet, Carlos

[ CS ] I'm telling the truth. You're also the first to message me back

[ You ] What!? You're so handsome, anyone would message you

[ CS ] They think I'm not real

[ You ] Aw, that sucks. Well, I like to shoot my shot so, LOL

[ CS ] Where do you live? Your country

[ You ] I'm currently staying in the UK with my friends Don't you have a race here next month?

[ CS ] Yeah. Are you a fan?

[ You ] Not really. I know you by face though. I have friends who are a fan of you

[ CS ] Shame. I would have boasted to have such a pretty fan.

[ You ] I can be something better than a fan though

[ CS ] What?

[ You ] ... A friend

— You snort, displacing your phone to check if your noodles finished heating up

[ CS ] That's sweet I don't often do dating apps It's because I'm always away so often. It makes it hard to date But Lando told me this could just be a fresh change I see that you're busy. Hope we talk again tomorrow.

THE LAST GUY YOU MESSAGED QUICKLY BLOCKED YOU AFTER YOU SHOWED HIM A PICTURE OF YOUR SPHYNX CAT. Maybe it doesn't take a genius to know that the cat and the Rick Astley playing in the background meant that they got catfished. It took a lot of men longer time to understand the situation. Your 'victims' were never really nice people. You're too kind for that. The ones who are often in your DMs are 'looking for something casual' or something similar. 'Carlos' was the only different one. You're not sure why he's taking his time before he asks for money or boast about his achievements in life. Sooner or later, he's going to ask to call and you're going to show him something stupid. It's hypocritical to hate a catfisher when you yourself are one, but you're kind of like Batman. You are the night.

[ You ] Morning, Carlos!

[ CS ] It's a bit too late for morning, right? Attatched image

[ You ] Wow, I thought you weren't one to take gym selfies?

[ CS ] I thought you weren't a fan?

[ You ] I have ears whenever my friends talk about you

[ CS ] I'm starting to think your friends aren't real

[ You ] They are! I'm not into watching cars loop in weird shapes

[ CS ] Most non-fans would call the tracks circles

[ You ] Guess I'm not like most fans, huh?

[ CS ] You aren't

[ You ] I'm also at the gym right now Attatched image

[ CS ] Nice bottle

[ You ] Thanks :) I love cats

[ CS ] I've seen more dogs than cats in my life

[ You ] I'll send you pics of my cat soon enough ;)

[ CS ] What kind?

[ You ] However you want

[ CS ] ?

[ You ] What?

[ CS ] Are you saying you'll buy a specific cat for me?

— Alright, well. Maybe he missed that sexual innuendo

[ You ] Haha. Sorry. I think we got lost in translation there I have a pretty sphynx. Interested?

[ CS ] Those are the bald ones, right?

[ You ] Yup

[ CS ] They're very unique cats. They're also very funny looking which I like

— You make a note to not show Luna when you reveal yourself to him

[ You ] I like their baldness too

[ CS ] I have to go again. My trainer is telling me to get off my phone

[ You ] Haha. See you, Carlos

YOU SEE AN AD OF CARLOS SAINZ WALKING HOME. You have a subway in your hands and your hoodie pulled up. He looks good. The L'Oreal brand definitely looks good on him. You almost feel bad to the Carlos you've been talking to. He seems to be adamant in having a decent conversation with you. Across the day, he asks idly what you're doing. Sometimes the conversations fall short but at night he texts you endlessly. The timezone makes it odd, he told you. Other than the fact he's not Carlos Sainz and you're definitely not a blonde supermodel, it's nice conversations. It almost feels cruel to continue to talk to him

[ You ] What did you like about me?

[ CS ] Very forward question.

[ You ] I'm just curious. What made you like me? Maybe I just wanna know how pretty I am to other people

[ CS ] Fishing for compliments then? That's not why you caught my eye, though

[ You ] You're just saying that

[ CS ] You said that your favourite song was Idea 10 by Gibran Alcocer I had to google him and find out he makes piano music like Charles Then you say you like to take life as slow as possible to feel it more Your perfect first date is a classic dinner with the bill split I just liked you

IT'S BEEN A DAY SINCE YOU LAST TALKED TO HIM. You haven't messaged him back since his... confession. Between liking you because you were hot or liking you because you're you, you aren't sure which one hurts most. Maybe this was the guy's play: get women to fall in love with him, ask for pussy pics a month in. It would most likely get women to be more willing, you think. Still, it doesn't make the feeling wash away easier. Sunday comes around and you watch from your TV as Carlos Sainz doesn't even get out of the pit-lane. You're surprised that Bumble Carlos messaged you shortly after.

[ CS ] I don't know if I scared you off or what, but I had a really bad race Did your friend tell you?

[ You ] I watched the race

[ CS ] It wasn't my fault. It was the car. Both me and Alex didn't have a chance to race

[ You ] I know

[ CS ] Sometimes I think what would it be like if I was still in Ferrari Would I place P4 today or lower? I tell everyone that I'm happy I dropped them. It's true That doesn't make the fact that Williams have problems I can't solve

— Maybe because you hear Carlos' voice when you read his texts, you feel bad

[ You ] Do you regret it? Joining Williams?

[ CS ] No. The people here are nicer and they listen to me. They listen to us

[ You ] Then shouldn't that be worth fighting for? The SF-25 has its ups and downs too. The radio sounded bad on Lewis' end If you were still in Ferrari you won't appreciate the joy of just getting points Williams celebrate you for just finishing the race I think it's because they're just happy to know you're racing for them

[ CS ] Not a fan, huh?

[ You ] Oh, stop it. I was trying to comfort you

[ CS ] There's things I know already but sometimes I forget I needed that reminder

[ You ] You're welcome. Whatever happens on the weekend, Williams has your back

[ CS ] Do I have your support too? Even if you're not a fan?

[ You ] I'll think about it

IN THE MORNING, YOU GET HIS PHONE NUMBER. He apparently landed in London three hours before you woke up. This is usually the time they call you and then ask to see your face to jerk off. Carlos tells you that he feels perverted texting on a dating app. It's ironic. The first day of the week, he constantly texted you. It's about normal things; barely about the actual weekend. The London weather, the food he's eating, how both of you want to get out of your jobs just to go out and see the sun—if you could even see it in this weather. You even try to pry his private instagram off him but he says there's too many embarassing pictures. He says when you meet in person, he'll show you; meaning, you won't be able to take screenshots. He said when. Not if, when.

[ CS ] Do you wanna come to Silverstone?

[ You ] Why? Sending me a ticket?

[ CS ] If you want. I'm allowed to send garage passes to friends

[ You ] I heard that the view from the garage isn't that great Can barely watch the race in there

[ CS ] It's not that bad. I'll be there

[ You ] I'd rather not see you in the actual garage during races I wanna see you in the car

[ CS ] Haha. Think about it

[ You ] I joined a giveaway anyways a few months ago. I don't think I won it

[ CS ] Really?

[ You ] They haven't given me an e-mail. It's fine, I can watch at home Image attatched

[ CS ] Cute. Where did you buy that?

[ You ] On Etsy. There's a lot of merch for Carlos Sainz lol

[ CS ] Do you have those bracelets too?

[ You ] Yeah. I made some. I put SainzSlut on one of them

[ CS ] You have to show that to me in the garage

[ You ] Lol. Yeah, sure I will

[ CS ] What episode are you on on 911?

ON TUESDAY, YOU GOT A TICKET AND FULL ACCOMMODATION FOR YOUR STAY NEAR THE TRACK. You don't tell it to 'Carlos', he doesn't talk about it either. That doesn't surprise you. You won the giveaway last minute and 'Carlos' doesn't know that. You take a quiet sick leave when you coughed all over the place and they forced you to go home. You rushed over to the assigned hotel and wait for the weekend to come. For the first few hours arriving on the track, you were so surprised that you forgot to text your 'Carlos' about it. When you see the Williams hospitality, you remember him.

[ You ] Hey, Carlos?

[ CS ] Yeah?

[ You ] Are you gonna meet me or what? Attatched image

You put your phone away and breathe the fresh air of the real Carlos Sainz. Bumble Carlos was nice, you feel bad for him every second the longer you don't reveal your face. Before you can take a step inside, your phone rings. It's Carlos. If he wants to jerk off before you block him, well, I guess he picked the right opportunity. You looked pretty good today.

Opening the call with your front camera, you laugh, "You finally dropping the act?"

"Hm? I'm behind you."

Carlos Sainz stands behind you with a bright smile on his face. You're glued to the pavement as he walks over, embracing you. He's warm. He's so fucking real. Your mind runs in different moments of your chatting and you realize that you have just been talking to Carlos Sainz. No one believed him because everyone thought he was faking it—you did too except, you gave him a chance because it was funny.

Something else didn't make sense. You pull away, looking up at him in confusion. "Why am I the only one confused?" you point, "I'm... I'm surprised I've been talking to—well, you. But you're..?"

He laughs like there's something funny about this. Pulling out his phone, he takes half a moment to search something on it. When he shows it to you, it's the picture of Luna on your stomach. He says, quite plainly, "Your mirror was right there on the floor."

Shit. The crisis is lost on Carlos as he leads you inside the hospitality with a hand on your back. "I'm really hurt you think I was faking it," he says, sounding not hurt at all. "I even saved you a very nice spot in my driver's room. There's a TV there you can watch the race very comfortably. If you still don't want to watch the race in the garage, of course."

Well, you're here anyways. You're here with Carlos on your shoulder and treating you normally. There's no going back to this madness now. "I need to make sure I'm there when I watch you get the podium," you tell him. "Plus, I wanna see you put on the SainzSlut bracelet in front of James Vowles." Carlos laughs and does just that when Sunday comes around. You think you're just quite like Williams, just happy to be here with Carlos next to you.

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[noirscript]

05; the washing

Pairing: Yandere!Priest x Reader Description: You are not his lover—you are his altar, his sacred ruin, the pulse beneath every prayer he’s ever whispered into bloodstained hands. To Enoch, devotion means worship through possession, and he would rather see the world burn than let anyone else touch what he believes is divinely his. Warning/s: Yandere | Obsessive Devotion | Home Invasion | Implied Poisoning | Religious Delusions | Emotional Manipulation | Implied Kidnapping | Psychological Horror | Implied Noncon Note/s: Enjoy reading! Also, I fucked up a bit irl and behind some bills. Dark Roast is still on sale until end of the month. Also, commissions are still open. Either send me an email or message me on discord (noirscrypt) if interested.

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You feel the roses before you see them. Not the soft, powdered perfume you’d expect from a bridal bouquet, but something heavier—dense and humid, like breath trapped in a crypt. The scent clings, viscous and sweet with decay, steeped in overripe petals and the sharp sting of old blood. They’re waiting for you on the kitchen counter when you return from the final wedding tasting: twelve roses so dark they drink the light, packed in a box too tight, like wet organs stuffed into ribs.

No card. Just an envelope. Sealed.

The wax is unmistakable—red, cracked, pressed with the imprint of an ecclesiastical ring you last saw on the hand of a dead priest. You know that seal. You know that theft. You know who sent it before your fingers even dare to tremble over the parchment.

You were always the altar. I only ever wanted to kneel. Let me wash the dust from your feet, one final time. —E.

James asks who it’s from. You lie. Something about a florist’s mix-up. He hums an off-key tune as he pours wine and scrolls through reception playlists, his fingers brushing yours on the stem of the glass. But you barely feel it. Your skin still remembers the seal—still pulses from the echo of it. That wax might as well have branded you.

Enoch Saintclair.

You haven’t spoken his name in years. Not aloud. Not since you taught yourself not to dream about thunder and stained glass. Once, he was just the silent boy in church with a spine like a cathedral beam and eyes like holy water spoiled in a silver chalice. He smelled of old hymnals and myrrh, always one shadow too still. A former altar boy turned antique dealer with the uncanny grace of someone who never quite belonged to this century.

You sang in the same youth choir. You shared breath in the same confessional box. He once handed you a rose during Lent and carved your name into the wax of a votive candle. You laughed at something small during a storm once—just a joke—and he wrote an entire psalm about the curve of your mouth when you said the word forgive.

He didn’t see you as a girl.

He saw you as a sacred thing.

And instead of running, you smiled.

• ─────⋅☾ ☽⋅───── •

The night before your wedding, you lock the door. Bolt the windows. You place James’ wine on the nightstand and watch him drink too deeply, his lips loose with affection and slurred vowels. He falls asleep to the sound of your silence.

You don’t listen for footsteps. You listen for the places where silence folds in on itself. For the way the air changes when something holy goes rancid.

At 2:18 a.m., it arrives.

The temperature dips. The stillness thickens, syrupy and strange, like breath caught in prayer. And you know. Before you open your eyes, you already know.

He’s here.

And when your eyes do open, he’s standing at the foot of the bed—not entering, not arriving, simply being, as though he was never outside the room at all. As though he’s been sleeping somewhere deeper inside you, waiting for this moment like a sacrament.

Enoch stands in the half-light with a porcelain basin in his hands. Ornate. Victorian. Its rim is chipped, kissed by time, and filled with water so dark it gleams like oil. Steam curls from it in rich spirals. The scent of roses hits you first—roses drowned in something metallic, something older, something wrong. Like rust and salt and the slick sweetness of rot.

You don’t scream.

You sit up, throat tight. “You drugged him.”

He waits. Then, calm as candlelight: “He was unclean. He would’ve touched you without reverence. Without worship.”

He moves closer, slow and barefoot, robes of shadow swaying as he kneels beside the bed. The basin rests between you like an offering. He folds his long body into the posture of devotion—head bowed, spine bowed, hands trembling in the space between sin and surrender.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you whisper.

He lifts his eyes to you, and it’s like drowning in sanctified ink. “You don’t believe that.”

Your pulse kicks like a trapped bird. “I’ll call the cops.”

“You won’t.” His voice is velvet, soaked in certainty. “You’re already wondering what’s in the water. Whether it’s holy oil, or rose water, or something redder. You’re wondering if it’s blood.”

You flinch. Your mouth parts, but nothing comes out.

He reaches for your ankle. You jerk back.

He doesn’t chase. He waits.

“Don’t touch me.”

“You said those words once before,” he murmurs. “And then you kissed my hand.”

“I was seventeen—”

“You anointed me.” His smile is the ghost of something unholy. “You touched me, and I bloomed into reverence.”

This time, when he takes your foot, you don’t resist. He dips it into the basin. The water is hot—intimate, obscene, like a mouth against your skin. You feel the heat ripple through you, feel it curl into places untouched. His hands tremble again, but not with hesitation.

With restraint.

He lifts a cloth. Begins to wash you. Slow. Painfully slow. His fingers trace over your arch, between each toe, up the soft skin of your heel like he’s mapping scripture. With every pass, the act becomes more than cleansing. It becomes adoration.

“You don’t know what it’s like,” he says, voice rasping at the edges. “To carry someone in your mouth for years. To speak their name at dawn and dusk. To whisper it into your own skin. To kneel at altars and know—know—that none of them hold your divinity.”

His breath warms your calf. He presses his lips there, a kiss so slow it feels more like a vow.

“I would’ve torn out my tongue if you’d asked. I would’ve burned down every church that dared take your name in vain.”

“Why now?” The question cracks from your throat. “Why not let me go?”

“Because he doesn’t kneel,” Enoch whispers. “He fucks. I worship.”

He switches feet.

You don’t stop him.

The water has gone darker, laced with crushed petals and something thicker. When he lifts the cloth again, it’s already stained red. Beneath the surface, a shimmer of gold catches your eye—a bracelet. Yours. The one you lost your senior year. A single charm dangles from it: a heart, split and hollowed.

“I followed you to college,” he says. “Sat through lectures. Counted how many times you laughed. Knew when it was real. Knew when it wasn’t. I memorized the sound of your lies.”

He kisses your foot again. Slower. Deeper. His lips barely part, but the heat lingers.

“I made a shrine,” he breathes. “Books filled with your notes. Clothes that smelled like you. Hair I gathered from your brush. It was never desecration. It was sacred.”

“You’re sick.”

“I’m yours.”

He rises. The motion is fluid, reverent. His shadow drapes over you as he leans forward. Your back hits the headboard. There is nothing between you but breath and trembling will.

“You’re not afraid of me,” Enoch says, low. “You’re afraid of how right this feels.”

“I’m marrying him.”

“No.” A slow smile spreads across his lips. “He’ll sleep for days. The doctors won’t find a thing. And when they ask, you’ll say you don’t know what happened. Because you’re merciful. Because you’re kind. Because somewhere in you, I’m still the boy you never stopped blessing.”

“You’re insane.”

“I’m in love.”

He leans close. You feel his breath in your ear—hot, humid, consecrated.

“I’ve worshipped you in silence long enough.”

Then softer. Deeper.

“Let me serve you in sin.”

• ─────⋅☾ ☽⋅───── •

He leaves before dawn. No threats. No chains. No rage.

Only stillness.

You sit there, unmoving, the sheets heavy with him. When you finally rise, your feet leave damp, red prints on the wood. You scrub them. Again. Again. Until your skin peels.

But they stay red.

His scent clings to the sheets—roses and rust and old churches. You light candles. You pray. You try not to tremble.

When you glance out the window, you see it.

A cloth tied to the iron fence.

White. Folded. Bloodied.

An offering.

You want to look away.

But your eyes find the words, stitched in bruised thread along the fraying hem:

Blessed are the broken things... ...for they bend easier to worship.

TBC.

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[thechekhov]

Hello! I'm a big fan of your work. I wanted to ask for advice / thoughts about an art problem I've been struggling with that you seem to have at least some sort of solution for?

So basically I'm an animator and digital artist (hobbyist), and I'm constantly coming up with new ideas for things to make. Only problem is that most of these ideas would take up to or longer than 2 months to make because, yknow, animation isn't quick, especially if you want to take your time to make it good. But with so many ideas that all take so long to complete, I often find myself tied and frozen as I can't decide what's most worthwhile to start first. I passionately want to complete all these projects, but my inspiration for each one waxes and wanes in a way I can't control, and I've just been stuck for several months. You juggle a lot of projects- not all of them art, but it still seems applicable here. This is excluding other life responsibilities like work and stuff, I don't have problems with getting that stuff done. This is purely within my creative hobby.

If u can't say anything thats fine I'm just curious- You have a massive output with great quality. Thank you!

This is a very kind message, and one that humbles me a lot, because although I'd love to bestow upon you some sort of advice that might help, or give words of wisdom..............I feel like that would be fake of me because

I also suffer from this very same thing

That is to say, this part of your message:

my inspiration for each one waxes and wanes in a way I can't control

It rings true for me too! I think it might ring true for many others as well.

There are stories in my head all the time. There are stories, and concepts, and IDEAS and they are all so shiny and new in the beginning, and then they slowly peter out and, since I frequently don't have time to do anything about them, they fade into the background.

I have enough trouble with this in terms of COMICS (also a lengthy medium, though less so than animation, which, OOF, you have my condolences, you are stronger than I) that I have started to just come to terms with the fact that some things are not meant to be.

Which is, I think, one of the small bits of advice I can give.

1. Some things may just be ideas, and that's okay.

I think one of the best ways that I've learned to deal with Idea-Death is making it count towards something in the future. That is to say, using them as compost.

In order for this to work, you have to actively put your ideas into the compost pin instead of the trash. That means maybe investing in either a notebook, or a sketchbook, OR just a discord server for yourself where you organize ideas and dump them all into a channel to scroll back through later.

It may seem useless at first, but honestly, it can be satisfying to PUT them somewhere instead of letting them fade away.

Plus, you may one day scroll through them and rediscover an idea at just the right time. OR you may be inspired to take parts of an old idea and repurpose it for a new idea that you DO have motivation for.

However, there's also this part, right?

I've just been stuck for several months

I.......feel this. Sometimes I, too, feel stuck for several months. There are times when even if I WANT to work on something, I just don't have the time. It takes too long to finish!

.........which is why I recommend the following:

2. Don't finish. Just start.

Now, this is the toughie. I can't exactly say that it would work for everyone. But I have learned that I am WAY more likely to return to a project and work on it again sometime in the future if I actually DO something for it the first time I get inspired.

I have SO MANY things that I have not published in my folders. I have sketches of gifs that are 10 frames long. I have concept art sketches boldly labeled with project names that will likely never get off the ground. I have Googledoc files with summary and plot outlines for stories I'll probably never write. I have discord channels with random ass concepts and a few sketches for characters.

And what I have found is that if I just WORK on these ideas when I feel like it, they are more likely to survive, even if they don't thrive right away.

I'm also a huge proponent of Procrastination Rotation.

That is to say, I have so many projects I COULD be working on, that if I ever feel frustrated or stuck on one thing, I just shift myself slightly to the left and do another thing instead. I almost never force myself to work through a block (save for a few money-motivated deadlines) just to complete a thing.

Stuck on a comic? I'll go write a few lines of fic. Unsatisfied with where the fic is going?

I'll go sketch out an illustration. Incapable of finishing an illustration?

I'll go google some references for another comic project and slap them all into an image file for later, so that I have SOMETHING in place for when I want to do studies.

And so on and so forth.

I have comic ideas, and comic sketches, and 30+ pages of original comics sketched. I don't know if they'll make it. It would take a lot of work.

But it also takes very little work - just a few extra pages sketched while I'm bored for an hour. Or a bit of lineart while I listen to a podcast. Or just a doodle somewhere which I snap a pic of and add to my discord channel for that project.

Will it work for everyone? Probably not. But I think that our creative culture is sometimes too attached to a linear production style. The truth is that art, or illustrations, or animation, or comics - none of it has to be on an assembly line. It can be tinkered with and put aside. And then, maybe, picked apart for scraps.........or maybe made into something new!

I don't know if that helps you at all, but I hope it at least helps someone.

And good luck with your animating!

[yaderyngoch]

Alright so this entire situation is absolutely insane, but someone apparently accused me of being an anti for some reason, so I wanted to make a post with the full explanation of what's going on so that hopefully if anyone else sees this account, they know what's happening and I hopefully won't continue to get blacklisted from the Batman fandom for absolutely no reason.

Basically, I'm new to the Batman fandom as a whole, and a few months ago I decided to make a Twitter account that was specific to JayTim in hopes of meeting new friends who were also fans of the ship. The fandom friend group I'd been part of previously wasn't great for my mental health for a few reasons, so I was really really excited to join a fandom entirely disconnected from that group and hopefully make new friends. I know how antis can be, so I also made a new account disconnected from my main to protect my anonymity.

I forget where exactly I saw it, but I think it was in the replies of a tweet one of my mutuals replied to? I'm really not sure, but someone mentioned having a proship RP partner search blog on Tumblr. Immediately, I was ecstatic. I've been struggling finding people to rp with in general, and even moreso for JayTim, so I was really excited to meet new people and find new people to write with on this blog. It had been years since I'd been on Tumblr, but I made this account as a new sideblog specifically for the purpose of posting an ad to that account (I later learned you can't send in asks as a sideblog, but oh well)

I DMed the mod of the blog on Twitter to make sure my ad followed the rules and also let them know that my blog was new because it had been made new for the sake of posting an rp ad. I submitted the ad, they posted it on the blog, everything was great. While I waited for replies, I scrolled through old posts on that Tumblr account to see if anyone else was looking for a JayTim rp, and I found in the comments of one post the link to a Discord server specifically for BatFam rps. Immediately again, I was super excited. I'd been looking for a Discord server to become an active member of, and this seemed absolutely perfect, I was really incredibly excited about the idea of being part of a community. I know I'm beating the dead horse about how excited I was but I really want to emphasize that all of this was happening to someone who was utterly ecstatic about the idea of making new friends in a new fandom.

I joined that server, posted an rp ad there as well, and I got a message from the mod of that server about the ad suggesting we start a JayTim rp together. The conversation goes like any other with a potential new rp partner. Discussions of writing styles and preferences, I shared a sample from another JayTim rp I was doing at the time, things were looking great.

So then I decided to check Tumblr again to see if there were any updates about the post. To my surprise, I see that my post has been taken down, I have been blocked by the RP blog, and I have been blocked by the blog mod that I messaged on Twitter initially. There was no message about what I might've done wrong, no warning, nothing. No context, no conversation, just Blocked with no explanation. So of course I'm incredibly stressed out and confused because I have absolutely no idea what I did. It's been a while since I'd been on Tumblr so maybe there was an etiquette rule I broke? I know I'll block people who post a lot of a ship I don't like just because I don't want to see it on my TL, but my ad was specifically for JayTim in the first place and the mod approved it, and this wasn't a personal Tumblr this was a place to find RP partners.

While this is happening, the Discord mod is still chatting with me about ideas for our rp, and I apologized for seeming a little off suddenly and explained what happened and that I was really stressed and confused about it. The discord mod said they understood, and that it did seem odd. A few minutes later, they mentioned having to go to bed.

A while after that, I check Discord again to see that I've also been banned from that Discord server and blocked by that mod. Again, no explanation, no context, nothing. At this point I wanted to cry because I didn't understand what I was doing wrong or what was happening. I thought since I'd been talking to that mod about how confused I was about the initial situation, maybe they'd contact me to give me context, but no there was nothing. No way to contact anyone, no closure, just getting blacklisted from the new fandom I was so excited to join with no explanation.

At least a month went by. Finally I want to try and find more JayTim rp partners on Tumblr again so I look for a tag, and to my surprise I see that initial Tumblr rp partner search blog has unblocked me. So, I send them a message explaining what had happened and expressing my confusion. I'm just going to copy paste exactly what was said:

Me: Hi there, I'm admittedly a little confused. I posted an rp ad ages ago on this account, the mod proofread it on Twitter and I sent it in and it was posted. A few hours later, the post was taken down and I was blocked on this account, and the mod who I was in contact with also blocked me on Twitter. There was no explanation and I'm really not sure what I did or why I was blocked? But I was just looking for an rp and noticed I'm now unblocked on this account. The mod on Twitter still has me blocked and I'm still very confused. I'm not sure what I did wrong or why I was blocked in the first place, or why I'm no longer blocked now. Is there maybe a different mod in charge of this account?

Blog: Oh heck i guess it mustve gotten lost in the mix

(Maybe they didn't read my initial message? I thought maybe they were going to add more information, but no they just left the message at that for 2 hours)

Me: The ad? No it was posted. It was up for hours, and then I was blocked by this account and the mod's twitter account with no explanation or context to why

Blog: Ohh yeah no it was reported that you are an anti and this acct is not for you so we took your stuff down

I was then, again, blocked, and at this point I'm even more confused and baffled than before. I'm not, nor have I ever been, an anti. I have literally no idea why they might've thought I was one, and I couldn't ask because they blocked me. At this point this is driving me nuts and I've been stressed out and frustrated about this for months. No one is listening or talking to me, I'm just being ignored and I don't understand why, so at this point I'm not going to let it go.

I logged onto my old Tumblr account from years ago and messaged the blog again saying that I'm not an anti and don't understand what happened or why they think I was, I'm trying to be understanding and non-abrasive but I don't understand how this even happens and why the mods would handle a situation like this. I also went onto an alt and contacted the mod on Twitter. At this point Elon Musk has removed the ability to DM someone you are not mutuals with, so this entire Twitter conversation is happening in the public replies of one of her tweets. (The Tumblr account never responded to my message)

Me: Hi, I know this may be inappropriate to message you on an alt, but you didn't give me a chance to explain before you blocked me again. I'm not an anti. I don't understand why you think I am or who told you I was, or what I possibly did to indicate to you that I was an anti.

Mod (responding immediately. This mod has consistently been replying basically immediately): Hi i have been told you have been blackmailing people and telling them that youre going to post callouts about them writing incest and underage if they dont write these things with you and that you evaded server bans on discord for the same reasons

Me: Okay, I have never done any of those things, so could you please expand on who said I did these things and what evidence they provided of that claim?

(A day goes by, no answer)

Me: I'm not sure if you're busy, if so understandable, or just not responding to me, but I'd really like to talk to someone and try and figure this out because I don't understand what was happening. Did someone say it was my account? Or was there an assumption that I'm associated with another account that did these things? I'm sorry for being so persistent about this I just was really excited about joining this fandom and really don't want to get blacklisted from it for something I didn't do and no one is talking to me about it

Mod, Immediately : I messaged the person that reported you to see if they have anything to chime in about this maybe being a case of mistaken identity. please be patient.

Me: Okay, no worries. Thank you

Me: No rush to respond to this but I forgot to mention that if it would be helpful to provide my main account and ao3 and anything else, let me know, I would just prefer to do it in DMs

Mod: I'm waiting for the other person to get back to me right now i will let you know if i need anything further from you <3

(4 days go by, nothing. So they're not asking for my word on the situation, they're not looking at the active JayTim Twitter account I've been running for months, there's absolutely nothing I can do and no one seems willing to have a conversation with me about what happens, it's all just waiting on this mystery person to add context.)

Me: Hi there! It's been 4 days so I was just wondering if there were any updates on the situation?

Mod: I've gotten into contact with the person who reported you and they said they would look for the screenshots when they had a chance

(So, they didn't already have screenshots? From what I can tell, someone told them I was an anti, and the mods felt no need to actually verify that? And just blocked me and blacklisted me from everything, no questions asked, even though I have nothing to do with whatever I'm being accused of and no idea what's happening.

A week goes by. Nothing)

Me: Hi there, it's been a week, has that person managed to send you the screenshots yet?

The mod hasn't responded to that message, it's been two days. I'm trying to be patient and understanding but I'm so sick and tired of being ostracized, blocked, banned, and ignored for something I had nothing to do with. The information I've copy pasted in this message is all I've been told, I don't know anything else about whats going on or how this happened. I'm just so frustrated because I was so happy about the idea of joining a new fandom and making new friends, and now suddenly I'm seemingly blacklisted from the entire BatFam rp community for reasons no one is even actually telling me.

The most I can tell so far is just that someone said "hey that person is an anti" and despite having no evidence to back that up, the mods just decided to kick me out of everything and tell everyone I'm an anti?

I'm not sure that anyone is actually going to read this, both because I have one follower and also because this is a long post, I guess I partly just wanted to type it all out, and also just wanted to tell my side of the story because it stresses me out so much every time I think about it. And I was talking to that Discord mod about how stressed and confused I was when I got blocked the first time but still, no one thought to take a second look? No one thought to give any amount of context or even talk to me?

If anyone knows anyone who could help me with this situation, that would be greatly appreciated. Also if anyone knows a good place to find more JayTim fans or people to RP with, I could really use some new friends right about now. This is a side blog so I can't follow back or comment, but feel free to send me a DM or an ask!

Edit: there is an update to this post. It is.... a lot. Here's the link

[tilskkarishma]

I was scrolling through my screenshots and I found some old text messages I have 👀

This was from discord.. 🤣

What the fuck? ^^;

Although I feel guilty because the first lines could be from me xD

[kristyh0ney]

So, while I am currently in a discord server, I was scrolling through some old messages and found this! These were some old bios I made in the early 2025 of the Dorky Girls Club. Also, they weren't even called the dorky girls club at that time. They were called the geek girls club😭

[color-code-art]

I know this isn’t my normal post but holy shit guys i need to talk about this. (Warning: holy yap i talk a lot)

Me and one of my old online friends had been really really close before when we met in a server my friend added me to. We always used to talk about stuff the happy stuff, the funny stuff, when our friends had tried at points to commit and when we were just in general going through rough times. But then we just lost contact and stopped talking randomly.

After that I had gotten into voice acting and through the discord servers i was in for it i made new friends and slowly began to forget about her and she never messaged again.

I was one of the original members of a voice acting server and i became friends with everyone as they joined. As i was talking in there today i was yapping with one of my new best friends and i wanted to send her a silly picture.

So here is the thing, the only person in the entire server i had talked to in dms was the owner because i never had a reason too. So when i opened my friends dms i hadn’t expected anything different.

I opened the dms and i saw that we had talked before and i was confused to say the least. I scrolled through the conversations to see how far they went back and they just kept going. 2024? conversations. 2023? Conversations. I decided to actually read through them a little bit and see who she was.

Turns out that my best friend who i had only known since February i had actually known before because we used to be best friends.

The two of us started talking again. We sent some screenshots from our old conversations and laughed about them.

I guess we were just meant to be friends lol because somehow, even after seven months of not talking to each other we became friends again and didn’t even realize it.

(Timeline: we were friends for about a year and a half and then we stopped talking for seven months and we met each other again, two months ago and just found out who the other was today.)

Shout out to my best friend, im so glad we met again i missed you so much. even if i forgot about you, you always had a place in my life and my heart.

[sevs-lunch-table]

INTRODUCTION

Hello! My name is Severus/Sev! I am Demiboy and Demiromantic, I use He/Him pronouns. I am Autistic so please be patient! (Scroll down!!)

Likes & interests! :

Lolita fashion (EGL), Gothic Lolita, Sweet Lolita, Gyaru, Visual-Kei, (Btw I'm still very new to these j-fashions/styles in general: If you want to you feel free to educate me!)

Music! : Japanese bossa nova (& covers), J-pop, Visual-Kei, anything sweet sounding (EGL-like songs basically? ((If you know you know), Kikuo, anything that sounds like it came from Nintendo DS, DSi, 3DS, Wii, and WiiU.. (Basically, any calm or cute ds, DSi, 3ds, Wii, WiiU, or any other gaming device, 90s-2010s music, emo (sometimes), and OBJECTION FUNK!!

Games! : OMORI, Ace Attorney Trilogy, KINGDOM HEARTS (series)... (idk what else rn.)

Special Interests! : The 90s-2010s internet and tech/old web stuff. Kawaii stuff such as : Cats, Dogs, Bunnies, Seals! and Harry Potter (just to let you know I talk about Severus Snape a lot!!, (Btw!! Please don't get into fights with me just because of my takes about snape or because I like him as a character. It's very unproductive and wastes BOTH of our time that said, respectfully, Severus Snape Antis DNI!! it'll save US a TON of time!! ^^) ] Other Likes! : Hello Kitty, Sanrio media, and merch, ANIME & MANGA.

My Favorite Characters! : Severus Snape, Harry Potter, U*SA*HA*N.A.

My Favorite Ship! : Snirius(Severus/Sirius)

Fanfics I read!: Snirius and Severitus.

(please don't argue with me over my takes on Harry Potter media its useless and it wastes time, ill most likely not change my mind ^^)

FOOD & DRINKS! :

Likes! : Thin crunchy chocolate/chocolate chip cookies, Donuts, Cotton Candy, Ice Cream, Coffee Ice Cream, Ice Cream Cookies and Ice Cream Sandwiches, Chocolate mousse, Milk and cookies, Milk and Brownies, Chocolate Salvadoreno, Pupusas, Sushi rolls, Spicy Tuna roll, Spicy Salmon roll, Ramune (soda), (some) Boba tea, Mac n' Cheese, Fries & Nuggets, Hamburgers (with bacon cheddar cheese onion crispy onions lettuce ketchup and mayo), Pizza, Pasta, egg omelet (with bacon, Cheddar, and spinach.)

Dislikes! : pudding/flan, coffee, any cake or ice cream with fruit, any fruit pie.

DNI & before you interact! :

Before you interact! : 1. if I say something that's messed up/ makes you uncomfortable PLEASE tell me (kindly)... 2. Please also acknowledge that I'm Mentally ill so please be patient with me (if I'm acting cold, dismissive, or distant ; I swear I don't really mean it I'm just probably going through something) 3. don't be a creep, don't harass me into doing something I don't want to do... just like respect my boundaries. 4. I was assigned with the gender female at birth so I might talk about my experiences as a woman/Demiboy. 5. just so you know I like Harry and I also like Snape plus I ship Snirius and Romione! so I might write my takes here sometimes! 6.btw you can message me here! I might decide to share my discord with you but if I don't please respect that!

DNI (D/S: defenders and supporters)! : 1. Basic DNI criteria 2. Melanie Martinez (d/s)(personal reason!) 3. MSI and Blood on the dancefloor (d/s) (again for personal reasons) 4. Hazbin Hotel/ Helluva Boss and Vivziepop stans (again for peronal reasons) 5. James potter and marauders apologists (you can still like them without hating snape I don't mind that just I don't like ppl who like don't want to see my Pov or don't understand me... I Dunno how to explain lol) 6. Severus Snape Anti's 7 Proshippers (includes Snarry, snamione, and Tomarry fans!!)

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THE END!!

[andalasia]

hellos. dusting off my old sideblog to throw up this request bc that feels like a good idea. i've responded to a couple other searches, so i'm realistically not looking to take on too many more. little bit about me, i'm a 29 man, live in the central timezone [ i think technically it's cdt bc it's currently july... but don't quote me on that ], used to consider myself a reader reader but me and the books have been beefing these past few months so that isn't occurring as frequently. maybe because i've been giving rp more attention. i've been rping since at least 2009, but most of that has was on forums like proboards/invisionfree/jcink. i have only recently really been a discord rp girlie

really only looking for m/m plots at this time. mayhaps one day i will go back to doing hetero ships, but for the time being that's not really something that interests me. i don't have a robust collection of muses that i pull out of rotation, that's just never been how i rp... if you see a guy on my main blog [ blakegallo ] the odds are that i would use them as a face. because i cut my teeth on forums i do typically only use actors, musicians, and the occasional model as faces; i typically steer clear of people who social media people. it's really just a matter of personal preference. i am willing to consider a fandom based rp, but would prefer something that is more oc x oc.

as far as preferences go i do write in the third person past tense. i don't really have any interest in breaking the discord message character limit for replies. i would never do a one liner, but a nice well developed paragraph or two is usually good enough for me. i like there to be something to respond to and get a nice back and forth going. i've seen a lot in my decade plus in the rp community and i've definitely done responses that are what the girlies call novella length now and that's just not something i'm super invested in returning to at this time. i don't have any interest in rping in dms, i think that things are just more organized in a private server. i also prefer for new threads to be individual channels just because i find that easier to scroll back through than one general channel, but that's me. i am a tupperbox girlie... and so i do have a slight preference for using them. it's not a requirement by any means, i have more 1x1s that don't use them currently than do, but just throwing that out there. i also find that doing something mumu is just easier for me with the tupperbot, but we can make it work if you aren't for it.

as a sidenote, i also do really love text threads. in my time perusing the the tags i'm not sure if this common because so many of the requests i see are for the novella level girlies. but sometimes i might have time for some quick banter between our characters. i also find that characters texting leads to where a next thread should go. as a vibes girlie i just like letting the characters sort things out sometimes than us as muns going back and forth figuring out where the plot should take them next.

plotting for me tends to be more organic. i really don't like to get too far ahead of ourselves. to me it's like writing a romance novel, we know these characters are eventually going to get together, but the journey to that destination can be whatever we make for it. so the ups and downs and angst along the way is what makes it fun. obviously i'm all for tossing ideas back and forth about how we think we should handle something or where we should go next, but i don't really have any interest in outlining the whole journey and then just hitting the beats.

so please be 21+, 25+ honestly would be even better and like this if you're interested. i might read the occasional high fantasy book, but that's not a thing i am all that interested in. i might be up for something vaguely paranormal, but i'm really more a regular person writer. give me the lives and the rich and famous or mess happening in suburbia... i'll reach out from my main blog in tumblr dms and we can go from there if we think it could be a good fit.

[puppyluver256]

Was tagged by @pollyannam3 and I did wanna do this, but I decided to make a new post to kinda spare y'all's dash scroll hehe c:

fanfic opening lines

Tag game: Share the opening lines of your last 10 fics (you choose how many if you have less than 10) & tag others!

The Mole: Shades of Nightfall (multifandom gen-fic): "A calm ocean breeze blew all around the cliffside, interrupted suddenly by the sound of helicopter blades chopping through the air. Several of the aerial vehicles were making their way to the cliff, and gradually they were briefly landed one by one to let out their passengers. The first helicopter’s single passenger was a wooden doll clad in a blue cape and matching hat, stepping out carefully yet confidently." (went with the opening lines for the actual story rather than what would be a cold open to a hypothetical TV show)

Pokemon Circuit Version (Pokemon OC-centric gen-fic): "I groaned, rolled over, and grabbed my phone to turn off my alarm. Curse past me for thinking it was funny to make my alarm be the wake-up song from an early StephenVlog video. I opened my phone and turned on the wifi, going through my socials to check what was going on with everyone. Same as always, getting followed by spam-bots on Tumblr, seeing reasonable people get yelled at for not being unreasonable on Twitter, more spam-bots commenting on my Instagram to “dm to insert-stupid-promo-account-here”, other such things. I popped over to Discord and immediately saw a message from Mira."

Pokemon Plow Version (Pokemon OC-centric gen-fic): "I tiredly waved at the receptionist and made my way to one of the comfier chairs in the waiting room. The large TV hanging on the wall was playing some kids’ cartoon, most likely because the five-year-old on the other side of the room had begged his parents to change it given that customers had free access to the remote while in the waiting room. It was incredibly loud and obnoxious, not what I needed this early in the morning. Thankfully that was the sort of thing I had brought headphones for, so I plugged them into the old MP3 player I��d brought and popped open my tablet to take care of some writing."

The Benevolent Doppelganger (Smile For Me, Habismal and f/f OCs): "“Let’s go, let’s go, come on!” “I’m hurreying as fast as I ‘can’!” “We’re not gonna make it!” “FASTER, POPS! GO GO GO!!!”"

One Hundred and One Smiles (Smile For Me, one-shot collection): "Even before he had turned, Trencil was never much of a fan of the Christian faith. The whole thing about vampires being weak to religious iconography was merely a myth, so it wasn’t like he was personally harmed by any version of the church in a purely physical sense, but even so he couldn’t stand the way it always attempted to either assimilate or stamp out every other tradition it came across, as if the world wasn’t made better because of humanity’s differences."

All's Fair in Love and Plush (Animal Crossing, Isabelle x self-insert): "I slumped onto the stool with a tired sigh. Satisfied, yes, but tired nonetheless. I had been running all over the island just trying to get the day’s chores done, and it had pretty much drained me. “Was hoping to see you today,” Brewster said, cleaning a mug as he always seemed to be doing whenever I arrived. “Coffee?”"

Ursa Major (Smile For Me, nb/m Flower Kid x OC): "The first couple months of college had been going pretty well for Cosmos. Well, in terms of actually attending classes and doing the coursework, at least. It certainly didn’t hurt that they had lucked out when searching for a sign interpreter for larger lecture halls, managing to be able to work with their sister’s girlfriend who they already somewhat knew. And the classes themselves were manageable on their own merit, literally the only extra help they needed was communication accommodations. There was only one real problem."

Tumbling Down (Smile For Me, Habismal): "Boris woke up to panicked movement in the bed beside him. Confused, he turned over to see what was going on, and what he saw concerned him. Kamal was tossing and turning in his sleep, and when his face turned to where Boris could see it, he could see that it held an expression of discomfort. He didn’t want to disturb him during what was clearly a nightmare of sorts, he had no idea if doing so would help or just cause more panic…"

Shattered Serenity (Smile For Me, Habismal): "For all the tumultuous events in his life, the past year of Boris Habit’s life had seen considerable improvements. Sure, there was the whole Habitat thing, which by anyone’s account was an absolute disaster even if it hadn’t gotten as bad as it would have if his plan had succeeded. But his encounter with the florist’s child had helped him realize he needed to change."

Removing the Rose's Thorns (Smile For Me, Dr Habit & Flower Kid friendship that I categorized as m/m [Habismal, not FK] cuz I was NOT thinking): "The car pulled into the driveway of the decently large house, both it and the house itself seeming unfitting for the neighborhood in different ways. A middle-aged woman stepped out of the driver's seat, and Cosmos stepped out of the front shortly after."

I...huh, I'unno anyone who I could tag tbh, not really one for putting people on the spot like this...do it if you want I guess XD

[umbravirtus]

🌙 Hello and Welcome!

I’m Nox (he/him), a 35+ writer who’s been on the RP scene since 2013. English isn’t my first language, so you might catch the occasional typo or a dash of Spanish in my posts. If anything here doesn’t vibe with you, no hard feelings—feel free to scroll on or unfollow. I’m just here to write, connect, and enjoy the stories.

This is a sideblog. Follows and likes come from: @umbravorago

This blog is canon-divergent, headcanon-heavy, and fueled by longform drama, sharp prose, and good old-fashioned character suffering.

🔹 Current Muse: Hans Westergaard (Frozen Franchise)

That one prince who tried to speedrun royalty through villainy and is now stuck on the "redemption arc" DLC. @umbravirtus – Virtue in the Shadows. (Or at least, he's trying.)

A study in: The youngest son of thirteen, raised in a house of lions where strength was currency, weakness was exile, and love—if it existed—was conditional, fleeting, or cruel. Some fall in line. Some break. And some—desperate, cunning, furious—decide to rewrite the rules of the game. Hans took destiny into his own hands—and broke it. Terribly. Unforgivably. As if playing the villain was the only role the world ever rehearsed him for. A story of cycles: of abuse, of ambition, of the desperate need to matter. The prince who stole his future, lost everything, and now has to decide if redemption is a battle worth fighting—or just another throne too far out of reach.

✨ TL;DR

RP-focused. Drama-free. Pro-ship. Chemistry-driven. Be chill. Have fun. Respect boundaries. That’s it.

📌 About Me

Proudly Mexican, trans, AuDHD, and LPA. Living outside the U.S. and here for RP and positive vibes only. No politics, no drama—just creative chaos and story-building. Anon hate, negativity, or toxicity will not be tolerated.

🖋 RP Preferences

I like starting with spontaneous, low-stakes interactions to test chemistry.

If things click? I’m all in for longer, deeper threads.

Crack, memes, banter? Fully encouraged. Bring the chaos.

⚠️ Content Warnings

This blog may contain dark/mature themes, all tagged as tw trigger.

This is a DDDNE (Don’t Like, Don’t Engage) space. If it’s tagged, it’s intentional.

🤝 Contact & Private RP

Discord available upon request after a bit of OOC bonding.

I don’t jump into private or NSFW threads without trust and discussion.

🔄 Thread & Follower Management

I cap active threads at 50 to keep it fun and manageable.

Threads inactive for a month may be archived or untracked—nothing personal.

Hiatus? Want to replot or revive something? Just message me.

I soft-block inactive mutuals to keep the dash fresh.

This blog is not mutuals-only. Everyone is welcome to interact.

⚔️ Rules & Boundaries

Please like this post to confirm you’ve read it.

Mun and muses are 18+. MINORS DNI.

This blog is DDDNE.

I’m sex-positive, but I no longer RP smut on the dash due to past experiences.

Smut may happen in private (Discord) after discussion.

Otherwise, we fade to black like a classy 1950s movie.

I do not RP pregnancy or child-based plots unless explicitly discussed.

No god-modding. No meta-gaming. No assuming shared verses.

Every interaction is a standalone verse unless we’ve agreed otherwise.

Special partners may be referenced in lore with mutual consent.

I ship chemistry. If it’s not there, it’s not happening.

I am proudly proship.

I supported Helsa when it was the “problematic” ship.

I defend the right to enjoy fictional, legal content, even if it’s not your thing.

Purity policing, virtue signaling, and unsolicited moral takes will get you blocked. I’m not here for it.

[fowlfics]

2024 Writing Roundup

Big thanks to @chromatic-lamina for tagging me! 🥰 I saw that post before seeing the tag, and I spent the entire scroll down wishing I had been tagged in something like that… Only to find out that i WAS tagged in it 😆  Strap in, this is going to take a hot minute! (it took me 2.5 hours to gather all this info, but it'll likely take 5 minutes to read LOL)

I have posted 54 works on my AO3 this year, which is both more and less than what I’ve actually written xD More, because some of the fics I posted had been sitting in my drive for a very long time, now. And less, because there’s a bunch of zine fics I’m not allowed to let out yet :3c

(Also, due to the fact that I didn’t grab my fic stats until May, I will be only considering fics posted this year for kudoes/hits, rather than looking at what all fics gained this year)

This year was DEFINITELY a One Piece year, that’s for sure. There were six old fics I’ve posted (4 BSD, a Frieren and a Goncharov), and 11 zine pieces I’ve freed from jail (Batfam, Sailor Moon, CSM, HP, Original, two OPs and 4 BNHAs) which I will not be considering. As well as a translation of a polish fic that I’m also discarding for the purposes of this roundup! That still leaves 43 fics ✨

words posted: 123,867! A fairly decent number for me <3

additional words written: I’m going to treat this as just “unpublished zine fics wcs” bc otherwise I’d go crazy trying to track down the WCs of all the WIPs xD That’s be 25,522 words!

fandoms: One Piece, mainly! But also singles of HP, HTTYD, TMNT, TMBD and two BNHAs! 

highest kudos: Three of my fics broke the 1k mark this year - family connections sits at 1390, Kitchen ABCs at 1079 and You Are Loved at 1052~! Overall, I’m very happy with that; Those are some of the fics I’m happiest with. 

highest hit one-shot: That is once again family connections at 8,714 hits xD Close behind, at 8,361, is between crocodiles and flamingos

new things I tried: Hmm, don’t know if that counts, but I tried NOT going bonkers in Fic Fight xD I only did the minimum one fic this year, mostly because I wasn’t much in a BNHA mood but I also didn’t want to lose my streak at 4th year. I also wrote a HTTYD collab with Katia - that was a lot of fun! It was spontaneous and a very good way to bring the fic you want to read into the world without having to write all of it xD OH and also the TMBD because that fandom tends to write in 1st person POV! It turned out to be pretty fun xD OH x2 lol looping back, this year was when I started rawdogging it in discord instead of writing in docs! It has its advantages, that's for sure, but it's unsustainable for longer fics haha

fic I spent the most time on: 🤔 That’s a pretty difficult question. It’s hard to track how long I’ve spent writing each particular fic. I think it’d land on either between crocodiles and flamingos or Nature, Nurture, seeing how they’re both ongoing longfics. 

fic I spent the least time on: On vibes alone, I feel like A Wrinkle In Time was the shortest one because I wrote it for Tumblr 🤔 But there are a few fics with shorter wordcounts…

Okay I am going to try and timetrack the shortest fics I’ve got (so all under 1k), bear with me

Deus Ex Machina; wc: 705 - Aug 7th, 6:10-6:52am. Total of 42 minutes

Gifting a Horses's Birthday; wc: 841 - Feb 26th, 9:20-10:05pm. Total of 45 minutes

Godhood; wc: 858 - Aug 7th, 8:35-9:10am. Total of 35 minutes

Her Sister's Legacy; wc: 870 - Feb 27th, 5:10-5:55am. Total of 45 minutes.

A Wrinkle In Time; wc: 888 - Apr 9th, 10:50-11:34pm. Total of 44 minutes.

Disowned; wc: 990 - Feb 11th, 12:32-1:02am. Total of 30 minutes.

(The Nika fics were easy to check, I went through the doc history. For all of the rest (turns out I wrote the tumblr drabble in discord, too!), I had to check discord - thankfully, most of the time I tend to send a message and then start typing so it’s pretty easy to check the timestamps (all in my personal yap channel lol I’m not spamming general xD) That Dadan fic was actually the one I used to start my thread! )

Okay so that conclusion was unexpected XD Apparently I love torturing Sabo so much it made my hands fly o7

favourite thing I wrote: Oh that’s a difficult question! How could I possibly pick one of my babies over the others? xD If I had choose, it would be one of those: You Are Loved or Machinations of Love or Art of Remembering or Nature, Nurture! Or five other fics I decided not to include in order to keep it more succinct! The problem here - which, really, is the opposite of a problem except in the context of this question - is that pretty much all I have written for One Piece was written out of love xD (Also just to put this out here- my favourite zine pieces were for the KobyLu zine, CP0 zine (both will release in Q1 2025) and Pigment of Imagination (POs running till Jan 7th) - two of those pieces have focus on Sabo, and I’m sure everyone can guess which two xDD

favourite thing(s) I read: Well uh. I have read exactly 1,139 OP fanfics and 1.6k fics total this year so this is also a bit of a difficult question 😭 I have scrolled through my history and marked any titles I recognized as ones I enjoyed particularly well, but this is by no means a complete list xD 

TMBD:

A Crowded Mind by verynotokay 

Summary:

When malware takes over SecUnit and it nearly kills three of ART's crew, ART is left with two bad options: keep the governor module on with ART as the Client, or partition off part of itself and stick it in SecUnit's head.

> I loved the dynamics between ART and MB in here!

Autonomous Systems by @rj-abacura and @foxprints

Summary:

I’d been trying really hard to start working on myself in the run up to my Preservation humans heading home and my PSUMNT humans heading back to the university. And that’s my excuse for why I didn’t notice sooner that something was off with ART.

I’ve received my next assignment from the University. They’ve ordered me to recreate 2.0.

> Fake Marriage AU!!!! The angst is exquisite and it holds me at the edge of my seat all of the time LOL

Star Trek:

The Exiles by Moreta1848

Summary:

Spock is a child of two worlds. What if Nero had come for Earth first?

A rewrite of the 2009 movie with several key changes, continuing on past where the film ends.

> I’ve read this fairly recently, but it’s so good I’m going to include it on the list. I liked the author’s characterization, and the colour-language aliens were particularly interesting imo!

HP: 

The Evans Boy by lonibal  

Summary:

“Mr. Evans,” Ollivander said, smiling wider. “Any relation to Lily Evans?”

“Who?”

Harry Evans was almost like any other boy growing up in Cokeworth. He lived alone in a house nobody else could see, he stole food from the supermarket and never got caught, and he had a little brother who had been hidden after the night their mother was killed. Harry was a secret, and he promised not to tell.

A letter in an empty vault, a small boy with broken glasses, a portrait of a scowling girl. As Harry begins unraveling his own past, the threat against his brother grows.

How long will his secrets keep when Harry is the only one standing between his brother and the world?  

A story about family, friendship, growing up, and, of course, the most powerful magic of all

> This one was recced to me by a friend, and it’s still got me in a grip. Part 1 is finished, Part 2 is ongoing, and the Author had to have sold their soul to some supernatural being considering the speed of their updates 😭 

And, finally, OP: 

Heavy Boots by sinelanguage

Summary:

“Blackleg Robin,” she says with a mock bow. “I’ll have the misfortune of serving you today.”

Something crashes from behind her, and then someone yells; Fullbody’s gotten up, surely. Robin taps her toe on the ground, stretching out her legs.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” she says, “I believe our livestock is trying to escape.”

Or, Zeff finds Robin and takes her in. Robin and Sanji Roleswap AU.

> absolutely GORGEOUS fic. I love it so much, the roleswap is perfect and the writer’s style is very fun to read!  

Scars Fade, Bones Mend, Grief Remains the Same by @betsib

Summary:

Marineford goes as it usually does, except for three things: Akainu doesn't hit quite as directly, Luffy refuses to let go of his brother and Law ends up with both of them at his operating table.

While the world believes he is dead, Ace slowly recovers and finds a new home in an unexpected place.

> I have read this fic so many times 😭 It’s hands down my favourite AceLaw, and very nearly favourite OP fic overall. I inflict the following paragraph on pretty much anyone i can:

 Law stormed into Portgas’s room, slamming the door behind him. “You’re early,” Portgas said, eyebrows raised. “Ceremony didn’t go well, I take it?” “It went fine. Give me your spine,” Law said, ignoring the incredulous look on Portgas’ face. 

writing goals for 2025: Oh that’s easy, for one 😂 I want to finish my ongoing longfics (so Nature, Nurture and between crocodiles and flamingos) and continue the You Are Loved verse and AceNika verse. Definitely can set the goal of at least one Fic Fight entry, too! Other than that, I’ll just go with the flow. 

new works: Not going to be of much interest to the OP crowd, but I do have another TMBD fic I’m fairly far into. Beside that, I have the YAL-verse sequel aboutish half done, and I hope to celebrate Episode 483 anniversary with something even worse than last year xD As for zine pieces, it’d be more expedient to check the notes on my zine collection - I do need to update it a bit but it works as a rough estimate xD I will be able to post my Sailing the Stars piece the moment the year turns, so you got that ASL piece to look forward to for Ace’s bday! :3c 

tagging: well of course i’m going to toss it at the mdl crew: @mangogreent @goodlucktai (good luck Tai xD no but srs feel free to ignore, no pressure!), then @katia-anyway @deadnamedblog and whoever else would like to play! 

[proshippers-against-censorship]

i'm just gonna ramble in your asks abt my ideal website real quick

i consider myself to be an anti, and i personally would LOVE to just have a separate little forum website i could post on. i would love to never have to see shit i didn't sign up for in my little tags, i would love to post my little art pieces and talk to other people about my things and not have to check every single person who follows me or regularly interacts with my blog. i would love to never find loli porn on my "friend's" page and never be able to look at them the same. i would love to just. have a vetted, moderated, separate corner of the internet i could use instead of major social media platforms.

but that really doesn't exist anymore. i've tried to find forums or even discord servers (i really hate discord tbh, but to have a community like this? i'd cave) and there genuinely isn't anything. i've looked with such specific search terms that google made me complete a captcha because of suspicious activity from my PC. it doesn't exist. there is no curated space specifically for antis on the modern internet.

people say "oh, if you don't like XYZ just go somewhere else," but that isn't a real solution because that somewhere else isn't a real place. i WANT to go somewhere else. if i didn't have to in order to have any kind of a community at all, i would not be on tumblr.

i want old internet forum sites. i want the times when people just posted on different sites for different ships. i want to have to actively search out content i don't like instead of having to navigate around it. also? tumblr's tag-blocking system? sucks. i scroll through a tag for one of the characters i like who i happen to hc as ace, so i blocked all their ship tags. problem is this character gets shipped with anyone with a pulse. 99% of it is "this post contains filtered tags" instead of just.. hiding the post altogether. the other 1% is people who didn't tag their shit. it's borderline unusable sometimes. i just wanna see things i like and not see things i don't man is that too much to ask for

No that's completely fair.

There's some stuff I've seen on here that personally I get super icked over. And there's some stuff on here that I just straight up don't want to see. And it sucks that Tumblr would rather give you a message and the world's most enticing button instead of, yknow, take it away entirely. I endorse curating your own experience...I wish Tumblr made it easier to do that.

What you could do, though, is use a free builder like wix or whatever, create a forum. You can even run them for free on some hosts. It would likely be a slow, annoying process to build, but I do believe that if you have the willingness to create something, it will somehow end up there. Give it a stab, mayhaps. Set rules, invite likeminded folk. Attach it to a blog run on the same host, even, to post your own thoughts and creations on.

Create your safespace. You're almost always entitled to unless creating your space involves destroying others. And creating your own forum and blog is the best way to create that space while not stepping on anyone's toes.

[clonerightsagenda]

i would love to hear anything more about communications director minkowski that you would care to share, it sounds like a very fun route for postcanon! 👀

It IS very fun. In lieu of writing a coherent post I just spent quite a bit of time scrolling through 3 years of discord messages for good tidbits:

Gill spent part of my day wondering “you know you’d expect Lovelace to have some Loud And Pointed Opinions about Minkowski being offered the post of Communications Director but maybe instead she’d be the first to figure out there’s no better way to dismantle the company than from the inside out” Kat If you want a job done wrong you gotta do it yourself Gill Minkowski: They… want me to be the next director… and I think I’m going to take the job. Lovelace: …actually. That sounds like an amazing idea. Minkowski: Minkowski: who are you and what have you done with Captain Lovelace Kat Careful Renee. That joke has a bit of an edge to it Gill Nobody’s getting out of post-flight quarantine without an identity crisis of some kind it seems Kate I bet Lovelace would jump at the chance to have a woman on the inside… who has a lot of practice ruining Goddard's plans. Gill Lovelace, probably: You’re gonna need your own version of Cutter’s hypercompetent Right Hand Minion, and it seems to me that the person who kept him distracted while you put a harpoon through his torso would be the ideal candidate. Lovelace: Also, it’d be fun to deface Kepler’s old office.

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Kat was thinking about Minkowski marriage drama in the context of her voluntarily signing on to be comms director under the same contract as the last one fully aware this means everyone will try to kill her just in case she can keep everyone else safe and then having to explain that to her husband tfw your wife never prioritizes you bc she's too busy prioritizing a) dying in space b) dying on land now Gill Dominik Koudelka, maybe: it just feels like I have to get myself kidnapped by shadowy corporate goons if I want to spend time with you!

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Kate Communications Director Minkowski 1) definitely publishes her own adapted fifth edition of the Survival Manual that’s not a joke and full of useful things and 2) mostly inspired by things Eiffel did that his justification was “well no one ever TOLD me this would happen in space!” Gill “Leprechauns are not real. Ghosts, however, are.” “In the unlikely but theoretically possible event that leprechauns are discovered at some point in the near future, disregard previous. It’s important to keep an open mind.” Kate Adaptability! Flexibility! Priorities! Acknowledgement that space is full of unpredictable and incomprehensible bullshit! The spirit of the new space age Gill Tip #1002: You may say “fuck”. Once.

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Kat thought: re Goddard possibly having prison labor going on, maybe when they got Eiffel out of jail they just transferred his sentence to them, and Comms Director Minkowski finds out she technically owns two of her crewmates now and isn't super happy about it Eiffel: so for the next 23 years my ass is yours I guess Minkowski: I don't want it Minkowski, sifting through paperwork: why… why do I own prison laborers now? Can I pardon them? What is this news anchor voice: Goddard Futuristics stocks dipped today as new director Renee Minkowski gave the entirety of their asteroid mining staff early release, quoted as saying "Go home. The fuck." Gill Comms Director Minkowski like ok first off we’re actually giving our workers benefits Kat we'll reroute some of the money headed toward all the R&D for evil shit Gill we’re also defunding our paramilitary branches. Why do we even have those?? Kat Jacobi, raising hand: To do stuff like break into Elon Musk's Mars colony and take him out with extreme prejudice Lovelace: ok that one sounds justified actually Gill Lovelace: Can I go fuck up Elon Musk’s stupid libertarian summer camp? Minkowski: Later, I need you here right now. Lovelace: Aw, ok. ): Kate Okay project Fuck Up Elon Musk can stay

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Kat underappreciated aspect of the comms director Minkowski concept: DC girl Minkowski finds out she now owns like 75% of the politicians on Capitol Hill. Is not sure how to stop owning them It's like feeding wild animals, they keep coming back for your money even when you try to cut off the lobbying Gill Minkowski: next time a senator shows up at my house I’m siccing Lovelace on them Kat Minkowski: Cutter had an entire budget line for funding ballot initiatives and…. wow, that's a lot. Hey Doug, what are your thoughts on felons being able to vote? Eiffel: Felons can't vote? Minkowski: …. yes?? Eiffel: Oh. Huh. I don't ever vote so I didn't notice. And I see from your expression that you don't approve of this.

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Gill Comms Director!Minkowski: If you need me, I’ll be in a meeting. /crawls into the vents Kat Local unions still talk about the super weird HVAC remodeling the new director insisted on

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Gill You are an astronautical engineer at Goddard Futuristics’ special projects division. You were handpicked by the special projects manager herself to work on this new prototype. The craft you and your colleagues poured untold hours of work into is commandeered by Warren Kepler, Legendary Local Douchebag, and two of his minions (an entire ship! For three people!!) to go off and babysit one of your boss’s boss’s ultra-secret pet projects, which you quietly believe is actually an elaborate fraud scheme of some kind. You rage at this. Then, you mourn. Perhaps you drink heavily. Either way, you move on, setting aside your quiet hope that the Urania one day re-enters terrestrial skies, but gradually making peace with the idea you may never see this particular fruit of your labor again. And then a year and a half later you get it back and the interior is just plastered in printer paper that looks like a brigade of toddlers just went nuts on it with their crayons. And also your boss is dead and the apparent leader of said toddlers is the new communications director. Kat Hey at least the astronautical engineering division can feel vindicated that that shuttle a few years back didn't malfunction Gill Engineer: So that shuttle didn’t malfunction and Cutter was actively orchestrating a fake explosion and cover-up. Then he sent Warren “Oh just let me fire off this prototype in a civilian area” Kepler and his goon squad up in our prototype to go fuck around with you guys some more. Minkowski: Yup. Engineer: And you killed him. Minkowski: …yes. Engineer: …did you kill him painfully? Tell me it was painfully. (Minkowski is mildly worried about how she acquires some of her new supporters) Kat Lots of long simmering resentment Kate I imagine she gets a lot of goodwill points for taking out Cutter and Kepler… imagine

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Kat comms director Minkowski having to do tax fraud to protect her team somehow Gill Jacobi, having just another day in the office, doing taxes: god this is so dull, I hate tax season. I wonder if Minkowski’s gone and holed up in the accounting department, she probably lives for this kind of thing. /smash cut to Minkowski threatening an IRS agent at harpoon-point Kat Minkowski making Hera her own LLC so she has rights now: This is legal according to Citizens United as long as no one looks at it too closely (my dad became an LLC today so he can contract with his work after he retires. I joked he will be the last person able to vote in the household once they take everyone else's rights away but corporations are people) Gill “Minkowski Commits Tax Fraud” would be an amazing chapter title for a fic at some point though Kat Minkowski early in the mission diligently doing her taxes in space because she's a good American citizen Minkowski like 5 years later: fuck capitalism Gill That one meme image but it’s, Minkowski: You mean the game was rigged all along? Minkowski @ herself: always has been. Kate This is my strongest Minkowski belief Gill Minkowski: wow, capitalism sucks, and growing up in a Soviet satellite state was also awful. Perhaps… the true problem… is giving people the power to wholly dictate other people’s lives…

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Kat after the story of the Hephaestus crew breaks and they're famous Eiffel gets Minkowski a funko pop of herself it has a little harpoon Kinsey i support this wholeheartedly Gill It is both unsettling and adorable. She sets it proudly on her desk at work Kat someone coming into Comms Director Minkowski's office: uhhhhh Minkowski sitting next to her funko pop: what it's got the same psychic damage potential as Cutter having a #1 dad mug on his desk and everyone's too scared to ask about it Gill Concept: Minkowski eventually being gifted the Funko Pop versions of her entire crew They’re referred to affectionately(?) as her minions Kate If you’ve been called to her office because you’ve done something Sketchy and Capitalistic, you might even prefer looking into the creepy flat soulless eyes of the funko pop rather than Minkowski’s very, very sharp and angry human ones Gill Another mental image. Lovelace, beholding her funko pop: I mean, I don’t think my eyes are that terrifying even when I’m possessed by unknown cosmic entities, but other than that, it’s a perfect likeness. Lovelace: Look, she even has her arms folded because she’s mad at the other little plastic crewmates for being idiots. I love her.